NOTE: This dream occurred before Dream Log #23.
I dreamt that I needed to get new Docs, because mine were broken. Me and Lizzie went to this woman on St. Charles who sells clothes, because Lizzie said I coudl get Docs cheaper there. I remember in my dream I really liked the clothes this lady sold. Anyway, she didn't have Docs so I went to Lizzie's house. In my dream, I know we did a lot of stuff in her house, but I can't remember what. Later, I just went home.
Dream Log #23
November 22, 2004
NOTE: This occurred at night on November 21, 2004.
So there was this revolution thing or something of the sort. There was a cause that people stood up for, and there was a group that opposed it. My dad is talking to me and for some reason, in the dream, I know Harry Potter was involved. Maybe magic or castles. He is pointing to a map and showing me which cities need to go down and taken over in order for the revolution to succeed. So...it seems like my dad's on the revolution side. Later, there is this man and his daughter staying with us. The daughter is kind of like my niece. We are a family who supports the revolution. We are sort of like the leaders. We are just sitting in our dining room, talking. The father scolds his spoiled, annoying daughter to act like a lady and accept all the limitations of a woman. He is a very conservative person. She cries and cries. I finally grow to like her and stop her from crying. Now, she is transformed into this incredibly sweet little girl. There are police outside our house protecting us, because there is rumored to be a suicide bomber trying to kill us. A suicide bomber jumps through the window into our house, but nobody is hurt. I'm holding the little girl in my arms protecting her. We all run upstairs. Mr. Anderson, Mr. Collins, and another teacher are trying to break into our front door. I once again felt bad because in my dream...I was ready to kill them to save myself. Later, we were caught by this woman or surrounded or something. Me and my mom and my sister? walked outside with the lady and it was peaceful and all because the revolution is now over. The lady said "I'm sorry" in a very monotonous way, because the girl (who earlier I said did not get hurt) somehow died. After she said that, I got really mad and in my dream, I somehow interpreted what she said as "I understand." I was just screaming "You don't understand!! How could you possibyl understand?!?!" Later, I become the lady and when I get into the car, I silently cry. *sigh* Twas a sad dream.
Dream Log #22
November 22, 2004
NOTE: I have no idea when this dream occurred. I know it was in early November.
Once again, it involves Jason. He meets Patricia and I think we were in a building in Bryce College or whatever college it is that D-Camp is at. All of the church people are there and Jason talks to Patricia a tadbit and continues to talk to me. The whole time, I was just thinking. Don't like her. Don't like her. Please don't like her. Yeah...in real life, I have this little problem with guys who I really care about (as friends or wahtever) liking Tricia.