1. Something to do with BBC's Sherlock.
2. I was with Cara Delevigne for some reason. I think we were close friends/roommates and/or attending an event. We were hugging for some reason, which is when I wanted to ask her about her relationship with the Kardashians/Jenners.
Where my subconscious gives me insane visions and I type them out so you can read them.
Monday, 12 January 2015
Sunday, 11 January 2015
January 10-11, 2015
I know I had other dreams before this one, but, again, I can't remember them. Probably more to do with Running Man. Anyway:
I dreamt that I was in Kelowna with my sister, Faith, and her friend, Makaela. We were going snowboarding on the mountain there. We were there with another of my sister's friend's (Kaesha's) family, but we weren't actually *with* her family. They had either gotten to the mountain earlier or were coming later. Faith, Makaela, and I were buying our tickets with Kaesha's mom's credit card. We kept forgetting the pin number to the card, so it took us a while to get onto the slopes. Once we got onto the snow, I strapped both of my feet into the board, which I wasn't supposed to do, and I fell as soon as we got onto the hill. There were a lot of people at the base of the slope, and they were all Caucasian. The ski lift was on the left and the run was on the right. After I undid my right foot from the binding, I made my way over to Faith and Makaela, and we were on our way to board the ski lift when I woke up.
I dreamt that I was in Kelowna with my sister, Faith, and her friend, Makaela. We were going snowboarding on the mountain there. We were there with another of my sister's friend's (Kaesha's) family, but we weren't actually *with* her family. They had either gotten to the mountain earlier or were coming later. Faith, Makaela, and I were buying our tickets with Kaesha's mom's credit card. We kept forgetting the pin number to the card, so it took us a while to get onto the slopes. Once we got onto the snow, I strapped both of my feet into the board, which I wasn't supposed to do, and I fell as soon as we got onto the hill. There were a lot of people at the base of the slope, and they were all Caucasian. The ski lift was on the left and the run was on the right. After I undid my right foot from the binding, I made my way over to Faith and Makaela, and we were on our way to board the ski lift when I woke up.
Second and/or Third week of December 2014
I've been having a really hard time remembering my dreams lately. As soon as I wake up, I forget them. I'm blaming my incompetence at taking up my phone to look at Instagram and Twitter instead of reaching for a notepad and a pen. Anyway, during this week I consistently had dreams about the Korean variety show, Running Man. I was a part of their show every time, and it was lovely :3
I'm sorry I can't remember more. I just know that I loved every moment of it.
I'm sorry I can't remember more. I just know that I loved every moment of it.
Monday, 8 December 2014
December 7-8, 2014
The only part to this dream I really remember is being dropped off by my friend Susan: she was driving a white 4-door pick-up truck (first off, she doesn't have her license; second, she would not be driving a pick-up truck of any kind) and it wasn't just me in the car. There was a mixture of my old high school friends and the high school friends I graduated with. It was weird. She left us at what looked like the Production Way/University SkyTrain station bus loop, but SkyTrain station looked like Metrotown.
Anyway, the reason I remembered this part is because I felt like texting her about it as soon as I fully woke up :P
Anyway, the reason I remembered this part is because I felt like texting her about it as soon as I fully woke up :P
Thursday, 4 December 2014
Hey All!
I'm really sorry about not posting my dreams recently. I just got lazy.
I'm also sure that I had a few other dreams these past couple months, but I didn't note them down. Again, blame my laziness.
It's such a shame though, since I had started this blog for the purpose of remembering my dreams. Ah well. My loss.
I hope you all are doing well though! Have a great Christmas :)
I'm also sure that I had a few other dreams these past couple months, but I didn't note them down. Again, blame my laziness.
It's such a shame though, since I had started this blog for the purpose of remembering my dreams. Ah well. My loss.
I hope you all are doing well though! Have a great Christmas :)
December 3-4, 2014
I wasn't at home. It felt like New York City. Anyway, there was a tsunami warning. I can't remember the situation or where exactly I was, but I was with a lot of people. They started to panic, and the majority of them started to run away from everyone else. The people that I was standing with decided that I was the one who was going to figure this out. What I thought to do was get into one of the buildings located more inside the city. We started to walk away from where we were standing, until I found a place I thought would work. I don't remember what kind of establishment it was, but it had a storage room filled shelves that were filled with clothes, books, toys, and other odds and ends. It could have been a lost and found. My brilliant idea was to let everyone have a space of their own on the shelves. So, I took out all the clothes and things that filled a long shelf, which could house 6 people; a shorter shelf, which could house 1 or 2 people; and then another pre-teen boy emptied one shelf by himself, which he took for himself. I wasn't thinking about myself at the time, so I just did my job, and left everyone else to figure the rest out.
I don't think I left the room when the situation changed. I walked out of where I was onto a boardwalk. I met up with a guy and a girl. I liked the guy as more than a friend. Something happened as we talked, and it was decided that I was going to take his place in a motorcycle race. Next thing I know, I'm straddling a bike and tip-toeing out into an arena. The competitors all line up. So many colours. At one point, one of the refs asks me to make more room for the people in the back, but I can't. She tells everyone in the line to go up against the wall, to make more room. As soon as we do that, I realize I don't know how to start the motorcycle: the guy didn't tell me anything. I was trying to figure it out when the announcer announces the players to "start their engines." I find a knob that I thought was the ignition, I turn it, and nothing happens. Luckily, I see that a lot of other people are also having difficulties with their bikes.
And that was it.
I don't think I left the room when the situation changed. I walked out of where I was onto a boardwalk. I met up with a guy and a girl. I liked the guy as more than a friend. Something happened as we talked, and it was decided that I was going to take his place in a motorcycle race. Next thing I know, I'm straddling a bike and tip-toeing out into an arena. The competitors all line up. So many colours. At one point, one of the refs asks me to make more room for the people in the back, but I can't. She tells everyone in the line to go up against the wall, to make more room. As soon as we do that, I realize I don't know how to start the motorcycle: the guy didn't tell me anything. I was trying to figure it out when the announcer announces the players to "start their engines." I find a knob that I thought was the ignition, I turn it, and nothing happens. Luckily, I see that a lot of other people are also having difficulties with their bikes.
And that was it.
October 22-23, 2014
- I was in the bathroom with other cheer people who hated me, and I was brushing my teeth. Then, I was with a bunch of famous people, who made up the cheerleading squad. I was trying to make the team. The last thing I remember, though, is making up a story about the story of Zachariah being true, since a friend of mine, Katy, was living out another story, and something else.
- Something about a road trip. Leaving early in the morning, but before setting off, we had to catch criminals: people who said they were going to rob us or something. Cops parked at the end of our driveway. The criminals didn't come...but there was a woman who walked around in our backyard.
I don't even know.
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