From C.

I had a dream once that my grandma, who I lived with at the time, was a lesbian and she was having lesbian sex in the back on a minivan and I was watching her and her partner.

From L.

I really just dream that someday, I won’t feel so worthless. It’s even carved into my arm…

From K.

I dreamt I was in a porta-pool, with a snorkel and goggles, happily drowning babies in there with me.

From E.

So, in my dream I was with him and his girlfriend. However, his gf was paying no attention to him, so me and him were just hanging out and having a good time. He later confessed to me that he was tired of dealing with her and trying to make things work when she treated him poorly. I told him to do what he thought would make him happy – dump her or keep trying. Then all of a sudden all three of us were in a golf cart, and he dropped me off at the entrance of where gf lives and he told me to wait. He came back without his gf and told me “I dumped her and she didn’t even care…” so I responded, “Well at least now you can have me.” After an exchange of smiles, we decided to date, and then I woke up.

The very next day, they broke up. They got back together the day after, though

Fergie

From C.

I once woke up with an overwhelming feeling of sadness. I was even crying and all because I sniped Fergie. Yes, Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. For some reason, I was looking through a cross hair at this HUGE skyscraper. I shot at whoever was up there because I knew that it was my job to kill them. She was really high up and fell out of the window that I snipered her from. Then I’m in school, and my friend walks up to me and goes “did you hear?” and I was like “No, what happened?” and she goes “Someone shot Fergie” and I was bulldozed by this actual physical wall of pain and sad. I woke up crying and almost as if I had been beaten up by feeling so sad about sniping Fergie.

From L.

i dreamed of you
setting beside me in your car
you were gently holding my hand and looking into my eyes
you were smiling
you promised me that you’d never leave me
you kissed my hand
you made me feel so safe
…i woke up
then you did things that made me not want to dream ever again
i hate dreams now

From J.

It was a maze filled with horrible things – creatures from hell, black crows and rats. I was wearing a silky dress which made me look much more pale than before. The sky was black, and clouds circled above as a massive thunderstorm erupt only seconds later. I was frantic, I was crying. And then, I saw him, and I ran towards him. Everything felt so real.

All of a sudden, I woke up, and my eyes were wet. I wanted to dream about it again, so I closed my eyes and almost back in a flash I was back in the dream…

I was in his arms, and he looked down at me as he smiled and touched my face. It felt so surreal this time, not the way he does to me everytime we meet. I felt so safe, and I fell asleep right then and there.

It was so perfect.

After I woke up, I called him and told him that I loved him.

From K.

I dreamt that the birth of the universe was actually a game of pong with those blocks you gotta get rid of? That, but in reverse…

From E.

I’m in an elevator, tied to the ceiling and God (I somehow know it’s God) is poking me with a stick.  

From K.

I dreamed i was floating under the ocean near the shore… and the waves never crashed directly on me… i was rolling along with the waves. it was extremely peaceful and i felt cleansed after this dream. i have it alot. i think it’s gods way of cradling me, when im upset.

From M.

Just as I almost finished typing my special and cherished dream, something erased the entire text.
Maybe my dream wasn’t meant to be shared.

From E.

I dreamt that my good friend “M” died by falling down a flight of narrow stairs. But apparently he had a quick funeral and burial because the next day he was in the ground with grass regrown and I was at a job interview on this interview i was walking with my interviewer and we ended up at the cemetery at M’s grave and I just kept walking even though this was when I first learned of my friend’s death……I woke in shock

From A.

I  dreamt last night I was in a room full  of people I did not know. six of them to be exact. And even with their wise faces, young and old I could feel the tension. Something was  off. something about me. And as i looked closer at the  faces of the strangers i saw they were those of native Americans. They were silent. Darting their eyes  around the  room at each other looking at me. I had nothing to say. I could not  speak at all. I just  tried to hide. I backed into a corner, the  room  was not that  big to begin with. they  could still  see me. I could see the door behind one of them, and i desperately  wished he would move just enough  for me to spring forward, open it and escape forever. but this gray room was stifling me. one of them finally walked up to me and spoke three words, ” Are you ready?”  

Ready? what was I supposed to be  ready for? To leave? Die? I felt my body shake as i pulled myself up from the floor I was apparently sitting on. I stood in the center of the gray room where a small  circle had been drawn. I stepped into the center of the circle and the room began to spin ever so slightly… 
 
 
As it spun a  second door  appeared  in the room. It was  different than the steel door that mirrored it. This one was made of colorful wood and gold. And as I looked around at the strangers they no longer  looked as though they were going to hurt me. They were smiling, almost laughing. The room slowed to a stop and I steadied myself. I stared at the newly  conjured door. It looked  familiar to me. Once again the Native Americans fell  silent, but with softer  faces this time. Two of them stepped  towards me and told me  to stand back. I was  now in view of both doors at once. Each of them grabbed a door  handle and on a  silent count of  three, opened them  simultaneously… 
 
What happened was spectacular. 
An instant breath of Light and color burst into the gray room. The steel door had opened to a breathtaking mountain range. I stood high above clouds and birds. And we were not  standing still. the door, the  room….we were flying over this mountain range. I turned on my heel  and  faced yet another breath-taking image. The colorful  door that had appeared had  brought with it the island that to me represents all of heaven itself. Martha’s Vineyard. We sailed over the towns and around the cliffs, I watched the waves  crash at  south beach and the plovers scurry over bend in the road. I saw the sunset, the sunrise, I tasted the salty air of  perfection. When I finally looked  away from this door, the strangers were  gone. already  having made their choice. They chose the mountains, rugged and everlasting. So now, it was my turn. This is what the wise native had meant. Was I ready to choose? Which heaven did i want? I knew with great certainty which door I wanted. I stood once again where I could see  both doors. The wind whipped  my hair, from which heaven I do not know. I had never thought as heaven as a choice, nor had I thought myself dead at this moment. I stepped  toward my colorful heavenly door and looked  out  upon ALL I saw in this world to be  beautiful. And without question or hesitation, I stepped out of the door, and began to fly.

From P.

I had an itch inside my nose, but it was right at the back. I snorted a long piece of dental floss up my nostril and somehow got hold of it inside my mouth (I’ve seen it done on TV before but I’ve never felt the urge to try it – euck!)

Anyway, I was walking around in my dining room and kitchen, flossing my nose to try to get rid of the itch.

In my dream this seemed perfectly normal behaviour! I have no idea if it worked or not as I don’t remember any more of the dream…

From R.

Dream Journal: Entry 1
on the outskirts of a lost highway,
(eyes trained on an upside down billboard)
snow burns my almostbare back,
hands bracelet my wrists.
i am silent.

my voice is stuck in my throat.

my heart stutters
as green taillights speed forward
(away).
daylight steals us from view.
they can’t see (save) me.

a monster licks its lips.

he exhales,
giving me time to wonder
why they’re driving