Shopping with Snobs

I remember driving with people, perhaps family, for a long time. Somehow, we ended up in a very small town. I ended up alone, but wandered the town. I found a store (possibly a thrift store) that interested me, so I went in to browse and shop. I found a bracelet that had clear, blue, glass beads, and a white moon or crescent shaped stone or shell of some sort. It had a few white, glass beads, too. The stone was really rough, like sand paper (only even more abrasive). I was working it onto my wrist (it was tight, but could fit, and the roughness of the stone made it difficult). I remember the scratchiness, the abrasiveness so well. It hurt, but I was in love with the bracelet. I wanted to buy it. As I was working it on, one of the ladies behind the counter rudely told me, "We have a you break it you buy it policy." She was rude enough for me to take it off and put it back. I didn't put it back exactly how it went, and another lady working there got mad. I complimented another necklace, but I had a lisp. She acted like I was stupid and she couldn't understand me. The other ladies behind the counter were laughing and being catty, too... So I angrily knocked the display over and was about to storm out. They wanted me to clean the mess I made, but I refused. They locked me in with them, so I said, "Y'all will have to open that door sometime. I'm not picking that mess up." So I then picked up their phone and called someone and started talking really badly about them and their store.

I woke up after that.

The Way that I Dream

I'm told that the way I dream is incredibly different. For one, every dream I have (that I recall), is lucid. My dreams are in incredibly vivid color, and I see out of multiple perspectives. 

What this means is, I see through the eyes of my dream self, through the eyes of each person in the dream (mainly the people closest to me), and I watch the dream from my conscious mind, as if I'm watching a movie. I've also found that I can control certain dreams, or manipulate certain things within the dream.

Nat Turner

I saw myself asleep. Suddenly, a spirit appeared, and woke me up. He didn't speak, he just stared at me. He was slim, but muscled with smooth black skin smeared with dirt. He had a light beard. His clothes were clean, though. And white as snow. He had a small axe in his right hand. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, but I was still scared. I stared back. I could tell he wanted to tell me something. Somehow, he lulled me into some sort of trance, and then took me through history to see many different slave rebellions. I saw him and kill men, women, and children with that axe. He crept into one home late at night. I couldn't look away. It was horrific... But I understood. After each death, he'd just stare at me. Blood splattered all over him, yet his clothes remained clean.

Lovers and Enemies

I cannot remember the whole dream. I had this dream earlier today. What I do remember is that me and a man that I was partners with (and in love with) were having a face-off. He was under someone's control, though. He wasn't himself. He held a child as a hostage, and shot at me. One bullet hit my shoulder. The guy next to me (one of my teammates) got hit once and caught a bullet with his teeth.
I didn't want to kill my partner/the man I loved. I tried to talk him into coming back to the good side. Whoever he was working for ordered him to kill the child. He was going to, but couldn't. The ceiling started coming down and he protected the child with his body. Large brick blocks hit him in his stomach, chest, and shoulders. He was bloodied and dead (or so I thought). I stumbled over to him and picked up the child. I fell next to him and looked at him. I cried and screamed out in anguish. His eyes opened and he smiled at me. He touched my face, just before he passed out.
Months passed and we hadn't seen each other. Finally, one day, I got to see him. We (the entire team) were in a beautiful villa on the beach. "He" walked in, and I tried to hug and kiss him, but he wouldn't let me... Even though I could tell he was happy to see me.
After everyone but us two had left the villa, he quickly closed and locked all of the doors. He quickly crossed the room to me and passionately kissed and hugged me. He felt so good. He began caressing me and grabbing me in all the right ways. Yet, I slightly resisted. I didn't want him to see my scars. Just as I was about to give in to his embrace, I got woken up.

Mind Over Matter

I don't remember much. I had this dream a few days ago. I was crossing a huge bridge that had large bodies of water on both sides. My master teacher threw me over the bridge. I was scared, thinking I was going to die, but when I reached the water, I landed on my feet and began running on the water. I jumped, ran, and glided over the water. My teacher was swimming on the water, and warned me not to go into certain areas of the water, or I'd fall in. I remember trying to make my way to him, but I was woken up.

Kung Fu Master and Crime Lords

In my dream, I got into a fight with my boyfriend, broke up with him and went to sleep. I began dreaming (yes, within the dream) of a Kung Fu master. He traveled all over the world, and everywhere he went, people tried to challenge him. He was very humble and non-confrontational, but when someone pushed, he quickly put an end to it. One person had a fighting style called dragonwind. He could command wind. The Master's style was Raven, and he could also command wind, but he had many other styles, as well. He and Dragon battled, and he made a fool of Dragon. He conjured a huge wind-Raven in the air.

2nd Dream: I was the wife/girlfriend/significant other of a crimelord/leader of the black mafia. People were after him and were trying use me and our child against him. The detectives that were after him did something horrible to some of his members, and were planning on doing it to me and our son, but we found out. We infiltrated their HQ, and got files and other information. One of the head investigators/people after my husband was in love with me. We had known each other since we were very young. We even went to academy together. He tried to talk to me, but my husband held a gun to his head, and I held a gun to the person with a gun pointed at my husband.

Our members were with us searching their HQ. Some of the information we stole gave us the locations of the families of the investigators/detectives that were after him/the people that had done something awful to our members. He (my husband) and I broke into each house. He tortured each family, and left a sign on the house that we had done it. I did one family. It was the family of the investigator who was going to hurt my son and me. I almost got caught, and had to run through the house, and escape down a trellis into an abandoned building. I kept going until I covered our trail.

My husband sent me and my son to one of our hideaway homes, but we were found. I heard them coming, and tried to sabotage one of them. I got my son and was getting ready to go out the back door, but the cop that was in love with me came up behind me and grabbed me. He told me to be quiet. He was there to help. I trusted him, and he saved me and my son. Now he was wanted, too.

When we were in a safe location, he kissed me. He tried to get me to leave my husband, but I wouldn't. He eventually got caught and tortured for information, but wouldn't talk. I ended up saving him and fixing his wounds.

Very interesting dream last night... I had a dream that my entire family and I moved into a new house together. The house was very old and beautiful, and it had a large in-ground pool. The pool walls were clear and if you were in the basement of the house, you could see into the pool. The pool was very deep (more than 10 feet). The bottom of the pool had ancient looking statues. Inside of the house, I found an Akan drum. I've never seen an Akan drum, but in the dream I called it that. It was beautiful and had carvings all over it. The drumstick, mallet or whatever was a long, smooth bone and hitting different parts of the drum with it created beautiful sounds. I don't play the drums, but in the dream I played that drum perfectly. I didn't know why or how. When looking out of the top window (the house was 2 or 3 stories) there was a beautiful view of a very old, abandoned, and decaying tower. It looked Moroccan or Arabic in design. I found a picture that looks almost exactly like what I dreamed of. The building/temple was much larger than this. It was larger than a football stadium and tall like a skyscraper.