Wait, you can dream the same thing again??? THAT'S SO COOOOL! I've tried to do that so many times, but can't. Once I had this dream that I was walking around in a swamp and I went through this veil of vines and all the constelations were having a party. They were really pleased to see me and made me the honored guest. The pleiades and I got to be really good friends, and they told me if, when I fell asleep, I whispered the word 'hesperides' I would find the party again. I've tried many, many times, but it's never worked. Maybe it will next time.

Okay. I have a dream to share. It's weird, and you can laugh(it's funny), but please do not laugh at me. Okay? Okay. Here goes...

So when I was little, I had a major obsession with Thomas the Tank Engine. A MAJOR obsession.

And one night I had a dream. What happened was I was playing bowling on a railway track, and in front of me was a tunnel. So I threw the bowling ball, and what it did was knock over a Thomas character, I don't remember who, but I didn't realize. So I threw the ball again. And this time i knocked over another train pulling a coach, but the train fell like it was a piece of paper(i.e. backwards). I'm not going to bother you with the name(psst, it was Rheneas). I totally freaked out when I realized. Not like hyperventilating, but like the kid in Home Alone.
Kinda like this.

And then I woke up. 

It's funny, isn't it. Go on, laugh. I really don't care. I think it's funny myself. 

Haha! When I was young, I used to go crazy for Tomas the Tank Engine (in fact, my mom bribed me with a large track/railway set if I didn't bit my fingernails. Sadly, I only stopped for about six months.) But I didn't have any dreams about it.

I don't usually have bad dreams, but sometimes my sub-conscious starts whipping up so weird scenarios when I'm alseep. The one I remember most was a reoccuring dream I kept having when I was four. It lasted for about 2 months.

So when you enter into my bedroom, you would see a baby crib against the back wall, in the center sort of. To the right of the crib there would be a carpet staircase and a door leading to the attic. (It wasn't like a creepy, dusty attic, we use it a lot for storage of clothes and games and papers, and there's even a bed up there). Anyhow, to the left of the crib, there used to be a large bookcase filled with all my books. When I was young, I would just  pull out book after book from the shelf, read them, and just leave them strewn across the floor, making a big pile.

In the dream, I was just doing that, browsing a few books, surrounded by a messy pile. Then suddenly, I looked up and saw the attic stair's light flick on. Suddenly, a large, hooded shadowy figure would be steadily coming down the steps. I think it was human, but it looked exactly like a shadow, and it appeared to be a woman, as it had a thick dress on, perhaps? Even creepier, it wore the shadow of a big beekeeper hat, or aomething similar to a mourning veil (I suggest looking those up).

As it creeped down the stairs, I would dig myself under the pile of books, trying to hide from it. I think one time it actually made it into my room, but I woke up after that.

I'm not easily scared, so I wouldn't wake up all sweaty or crying or like they do in the movies. My eyes would just suddenly open, and I would either lie awake or go back to sleep.

Another dream I had about a month ago featured me running. I saw myself wearing a dark burgundy hoodie and racing through a dark woods or something. Suddenly, a big raven swwoped down off a branch and started flying after me. I was just about to get away and lose it when it reached out and grabbed the middle of my back with its claws. Oddly, I remember waking up and feeling something poking me in the back.

It was just the nerves in my spine because that's happened in dreams before. 

Very recently, I had a dream where my mom was yelling at me for something (no surprise there), and she threatened to cover my face with warts. I'm usually quite rebellious, so I didn't listen to her. I did it, and then she grabbed me by the shoulders and I looked in the mirror and found my face and hands covered with these small, watery pimple things. They actually didn't look that bad, so I just told her I didn't care and shrugged her off, even though I was on the verge of crying (I never cry, except when someone's mad at me). But then, she made me eyes look really weird. Like she made a deep crevice in between them and it looked like my eyes were 5x bigger than they should be and sinking in, next to each other and squashed up. At this I cried, and when I woke up, I actually found that there were tears in my eyes and they were watering.

I get kinda annoyed at my dreams because in them, I'm really sugglish acting. Like when I talk I'm mumbling really made and my words are in slurs. Also I move really slow too. I find that I can barely move my legs, and if someone's trying to kill me, I just stand there, frozen in terorr.

Weird because if  someone in real life was trying to attack me, I'd fight tooth and nail and 'til the death. And I don't usually mumble. Maybe it's my sub-conscious telling me that deep down inside, I'm the type of person that would be frozen in terror.

One good dream that I liked a lot was where I found a brand-new, unopened Samsung Galaxy phone in our house, and it even came with a polka dot case! I was very disappointed when I woke up from that. 

I usually don't have dream featuring other people, and I wish I knew how to control my dreams. Though there have been some rare instances where I realize I'm dreaming.

Ah, who knows, the realm of dreams and our sub-conscious is vast and mysterious, holding secrets we can't even imagine . . . . until we fall asleep and close our eyes from the real world. 

Sometimes, in my dreams, I'm extremely sluggish. I talk slowly. Sometimes I can't talk at all. I fall on even ground. And it's SUPER hard to get up.

...confession?

I've had a dream about a white bunny that tried to murder me. I've had these dreams since I was 3. And, yeah, I'm 12 now. It's only been in the same place 10-20 or so times (my house) and it isn't predictable at all! Like, sometimes I'll be having a good dream and then it will pop up! It's hardly predictable, but most of the time it touches me and kills me! And the worst part?

Sometimes I curl up in a ball, close my eyes, and let it.

In my older dreams, my brother was it's master. My brother was evil, egging it on, wanting it to destroy me. 

It discourages me. I feel like I can't fight. (luckily the brother stuff doesn't happen anymore though.)

Irony? It's name is literally 'bad bunny'. Bad. Bunny. Really creative, huh? Blame my three year old mind. It makes me wake up crying. Symptoms of Bad Bunny attacks are: 1. Left alone. Expecially if my parents were there and had to leave me alone, or to 'check something'. 2. Being left behind. It extremely scares me. 3. Being outside. 4. In dreams where I think I'm in bed, waking up, leaving my bed is extremely dangerous and he'll most likely get me. 5. Saying his name or thinking about him.

I try to wake myself up, but that often brings myself into another dream--a dream that I've woken up. Then he finds me. Then the nightmare continues and I can't escape. It feels like choking. I cry. I feel myself hurt.  

I've defeated him....thrice? Sometimes we compromise, but that never lasts. He always is backstabbing. 

Once, we actually had a real alliance. Next, I set him on fire (allong with some hershey's kisses. What?! I don't even know where that came from....), next, I tore him limb from limb (it was like ripping apart a stuffed animal. No, I've never done that before, it's an assumption.). And after that..I've never beaten him.

Did I mention he's a teensy little white fluffy bunny with red eyes? 

I actually talk in my sleep to people I know in real life... or so my mom tells me. Once, she just asked randomly, "Daisy, who is so-and-so? You were talking about him/her in your sleep. I opened the door to your room to check on you, and you were just mumbling away..."

But I never remember those dreams, funny enough.  

Okay, this is a little embarrassing, but ...

I had this dream where I was in a store looking at RPs, and then I was looking went down the next aisle where a guy was sitting looking at some sort of Egyptian RP figurines. We started talking for who knows how long, it seemed like days, when his sister came in with a staff, all like "Ohmigandalf, that girl sucks."

Then he pulled me into his arms and told her, "Get away!! It's bad enough you did it to all the other girls!! Why won't you be satisfied?" Then he pushed her away with some sort of magic and I woke up. 

It was kinda nice, that dream. And kinda wierd. 

This dream is a variation of a type of dream that I occasionally have, where I am in a strange place and I'm trying to find my way home.

In this one, I'm standing on this huge wharf lined with ships just waiting to depart. In the distance I can hear the faint sound of a horn going off at steady intervals.  I'm thinking that I should really go on board one of the ships now, should have already done so in fact, but I continue to stand there, waiting, for what, I really didn't know. Around me, strange masked figures are milling about.  They are dressed in colorful robes that change color every so often. One color melting into another. But the masks stay the same.  They are of animals: a bear here, a goat there, too many to name. Some of the masked figures seem vaguely familiar although I couldn't really tell you why I thought so. I think of approaching some of these figures, but the masks are strange and imposing, and I am not quite sure that they would welcome the intrusion.  So I keep my distance. Meanwhile, the sound of the horn is getting steadily louder and louder.  I look around to see where it is coming from, and as I do, I notice that there is only one ship left on the docks and that some of the masked figures had already removed the ropes that held the ship in place. I see that the ship is already moving away.  I turn quickly around and scan the scene around me, torn.  The sound of the horn is deafening now. It shakes the air around me and me along with it. That's when I feel it, in my hand, something that was not there before. It is a piece of fabric the color of the sky, and as I turn it over in my hand, it seems to shimmer and pulse as if it were alive. I do not know how it got there, and I really don't care. All I know is that it feels very familiar in my hand, like home. I could go now.  Here is the thing that I had been waiting for.  I shove the fabric in my pocket and quickly turn in the direction of the ship.  It is now further along on the water, but it seems to have stopped as if it were waiting for me. I make a run for it not knowing how long it would wait for me, not knowing if I could swim quickly enough to get there in time if it started moving again. The last thing I remember is diving into the water and everything going black. I wake up to the blaring sound of a horn, but this time, I know exactly where it is coming from. It was coming from my alarm clock.