Two non-lucid dreams, I wish I remembered them better but the B6 didn't help, I actually had less vivid dreams but then again I was pretty much a zombie by the time I went to sleep. I did here SP [I think that's what it is], stuff that wasn't very nice either, it was great with boosting my easy to shatter self esteem.
Dream 1- I was on fictionpress checking my account [which is as good as dead] and found that someone actually reviewed one of my stories. I was amazed and puzzled because it was the new story I wrote just last night and at that, I only had the story line down so there was really no story.
The person wrote, "I just loved this story! I can't wait to see another!" with a bunch of little bubble symbols next to the end of the comment.
What puzzled me even more was that the story was titled ~V~, I just remember being in shock and then that's it.
Dream 2- A fairly long, bland dream. I was at my middle school, leaving it. I went to the bus loop converted car ramp and realized as I walked through the sea of cars that my parents forgot me.
I pulled out my cellphone and was about to call them when I saw Rai-chan [she'd kill me if she saw me using this alias of hers] and asked for a ride. Her mom said sure so I hopped in, avoided her brother and found a baby in there, a new little bro for Rai-chan. He was crying as I held him gently, his skin was strangely inflamed and his eyes closed, skin red from the swelling. I knew that Rai-chan and her family were very grand care-takers of their family members so was puzzled as to how the child was ill.
They asked if I needed to call my dad to let him know that I'm all right, since we went to go to the theaters, and I decided not to call him.
Later on I find myself yelling at him for yelling at me about being irresponsible.
"It doesn't matter if I ask or not! You're always unhappy with everything I do so at least if you're going to be angry with me then have a good reason," I bellowed. That made sense, if you were bound to be yelled at, let it be over something that actually is irresponsible, like what I did.
I just remember yelling at him about being so unhappy about my grades, my lax attitude in searching for a career, my hobbies, just so many different things that finally had thrown me off the edge and unleashed the darker side of me where my spite and hatred and biting words resided.
I forgot what happened after that, but I do know that that dream was probably a mixed sign that I need to be a bit more responsible on things and be a bit more open about my true feelings, but if I did, then I'd sure I'd be kvetching whenever I'm irate, anyways, socializing isn't my thing.
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