Scenes from my Dreams

Foods Eaten: Apparently Mint Cookies & Cream Milkshakes make for some impressive dreams. The Dream: There's a lot I seem to remember, and a lot I don't seem to remember, and some parts that are out of order or I don't know if they were connected to the same dream or if they were completely different. I'm starting at what I think came first, and would make sense in logical world. Trevor and I were in my car. He was driving and I was trying to use my phone as GPS and relay the directions to him. The GPS image had done that thing where it flips you around before it knows what direction you're really headed, and because of that I told him to turn the wrong way. I didn't immediately realize my mistake until we were a mile down the road and I said, "I think we went the wrong way." Trevor made an annoyed sound and gave me a frustrated look to go with it, but I told him to just keep going. He argued with me for a minute, but I urged to just go the new...

Notes: Glad to be dreaming (and recalling) a little bit again. Foods Eaten: Broccoli The Dream: I remember being at the top of a large hill or mountain, that immediately dropped off into a cliff on the north side. All of my family members were there, and my dad was fascinated by the "crater". I seem to recall him trying to get to the other side, and my sister was helping him. My mom was hanging out near me. There was some sort of loud speaker system that called out a number. (This is where dream brain just kind of went along with and assumed things that don't make sense now looking at it from a waking state.)  I excitedly chimed, "Hey dad, isn't that your number?!" My dad looked down at a ticket stub in his hand with a number on it. (He never replied yes or no, it seemed it didn't matter whether it was or not his number...)  I said, "Hurry up! Go!" He quickly walked off with my sister in tow, while my mom and I stayed put. Though I can...

Notes: I was beat last night... went to a Sister Hazel concert and passed out hard. I remembered the dream this morning, but not much of it anymore... hoping something will re-trigger the memory. Foods Eaten: French fries Dream Location: Mountain? The Dream: We were in my recently ex/in-limbo boyfriend's mustang, he was driving. I was in the passenger seat. We were going up a steep mountain, with no railings on the side. Every time he turned around a corner, I thought we were going to die. We reached the mountain top and got out... Memory currently ends there.

Notes: This was the most vivid dream I've recalled having in a couple days. I had one the day before this, but I forgot to update and that dream has now been sucked into the memory void. Foods Eaten: Salad and Onion Soup Dream Location: It was on some sort of gorgeous mountain, I remember it with great detail. It was tree-less, but covered in brilliant green grass, except for the snow-capped top. The Dream: I was standing next to a path that leads to a creek in my backyard. I was with a couple of my relatives (though I don't remember which ones specifically), we were waiting for my parents. Apparently they were on a bike ride, because we were only paying attention to people that biked past on the path, announcing "not them" as each one passed. After a few moments, I finally see my mom and dad on the path in the distance. They talked to each other for a minute, but it was odd. I could see my mom as two people, they both looked exactly the same, but they represe...

Notes: This dream started out like I was reading a book. Like I had read a prelude or something and got dropped off in the middle of the book. Foods Eaten: Having trouble remembering what we ate... Chocolate Cake, that's what I remember. Dream Location: Mt. Helena (except it was an island) The Dream: I was dropped off on an island, except it was also a mountain. There was an old woman standing there, she came over to talk to me. She told me that a couple had come to the island we were standing on, years ago, thinking that it was a Caribbean island, but they realized they were wrong when it got extremely cold, discovering that it was actually Mt. Helena. She was laughing happily as she told the story, as if she found it very amusing at the mistake. After I talked to her, I walked around the island-mountain. It was covered in being rocks, and there were objects, like mini-volcanos - they had hollow centers, filled with a bubbling beige substance. It looked like it was boili...