3-15-2013 | Dream Fragment | Tilda Swinton/Mrs. SF

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I got awakened instantly by my alarm clock but somehow I managed to remember some of my last dream, which took place during the day at an apartment/dorm-like building in a fictional area probably in a city but I could not see the city outside but there were two roads & open fields that I could see, and the road probably led to a main road in the city that was probably like LC; but the dream started inside the building in the usual windowless room with dark/brownish colored carpet, and a woman with medium-dark brownish colored skin with black colored hair was talking with a group of people and I about this special program that we signed up for.

I think that this special program provided some help with housing (the apartment/dorm), education (college), maybe food (cafeteria), some transportation (bus), and we had to get our own job(s) probably; but I can not remember what the woman told us, I just know that I was teamed up with my former classmate TC & probably three unknown women, and we were probably going to be suite-mates sharing an apartment/dorm.

The woman finished talking with us and she went to talk with another group, my suite-mates and I talked with each other about how we all were in college now (again) & talked about ourselves, and I remember TC talking about something related to a job; and I told him that I had a job interview today (in real life as well) for a city job.

At some point my three female suite-mates told me that they needed to go to the library to start on their research papers or something like that (TC either did not have one to do or did not want to start his yet), I also had a paper with white colored stickers with text showing what references/resources that I needed for my research paper/whatever, and so we ran to catch the bus before it left; and we ran outside across a parking lot to the road as the bus was leaving & it stopped for us to get on, but the woman or a woman from the special program ran outside to tell us and/or give us something so the bus had to leave without us.

After that the woman and/or another woman from the special program gave us a ride to the library in her car, this woman was my former co-worker Mrs. SF or I thought that it was supposed to be her but this gets confusing later so I am not sure how to make sense of this exactly, and to my surprise the library was in walking distance to our apartment (we made a right on the second road that probably leads to the city and not far up the road on the left was the library); and the library was a one-story warehouse-like building with a nice sized parking lot with a table in front of the entrance with three workers sitting at it who looked like college students who did not care about their jobs & who just wanted money/were tired or high on drugs/or something like that, and my suite-mates & Mrs. SF went inside the library while I stopped at the table for help.

3-7-2012 | Dream Fragment | In The Middle Of Nowhere

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Last night I remember part of a very strange dream that felt/looked very strange (it was one of those dreams that my words can not properly describe, but I will try my best, it was one of those dreams where you would have to have been there to understand what it felt like & what it was like), which took place in the middle of nowhere, a small world/space/room/dimension/whatever that did not make much sense; and it was like being trapped in a limbo-like place or something.

It was almost like being trapped in a room that had its own environment or something, and that room felt like it was in space or nowhere; it is hard to describe.

There were other people there, a few of whom were former classmates of mine and my mom was there, but I can not remember who else was there.

3-5-2012 | I Can Not Remember My Dreams: Day Two

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Surprisingly for the last two nights, my remember-my-dreams-almost-every-day streak, has ended; and I have not been able to really remember my dreams from the past two nights, but I do know that I did have some dreams.

I came close to remembering part of one of my dreams from the night before last, while I was doing some push-ups, but I only was able to see a partial blurry flash memory from/of the dream; and today I had remembered a part of a dream from last night after waking up once, but I forgot it after going back to sleep again & waking up again.

My memory seems mostly blank from the last two nights, oddly, and it seems that this pattern might continue for a few days or a week; but hopefully I will start remembering some of my dreams soon.

2-25-2012 | Dream Fragments | A Car, A House, And More

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Last night I had too many dreams and/or my dreams had too many details for me to remember much of them, they were interesting though, and I think that most of the dreams took place during the day but one dream also took place during the night until the next morning since the dream was so long.

I remember my mom bringing an unknown brand car to show me, that she was thinking about buying for a very low price from a woman in a fictional version of D, and the car was a grayish/silverish color with a strange style that might have been a bit European and/or 1980s and/or 1990s.

I remember looking inside of it, it was in somewhat good condition for its age, and I remember test driving it; and it worked.

My mom said that we had several days to try it before buying it, and that the price was very low.

I am not sure if the car was going to be for me or my brother CC, I already have an automobile in real life, but in this dream I am not sure if I had one or not; my automobile might have been damaged and/or broken and/or stolen in this dream.

2-22-2012 | Dream Fragment | Driving Around A Fictional City

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Last night I almost remember nothing of my last dream, which took place during the day in a fictional city that somewhat reminds me of L, and this city is sometimes in my dreams; and it is a city that is a bit more familiar than most fictional cities in my dreams, and sometimes I have memories of having lived in this city.

I remember driving around this city in several familiar areas, and I remember thinking about a woman who I had met earlier in the dream; and I remember having met this woman and a man, and I was probably going to meet them again later in the dream.

I can not remember anything about them except that they both had whitish colored skin, and I think that the woman had reddish and/or orangeish colored hair.