Ghost Communication

In my dream, Alina was a medium and communicated with the dead. For some reason, she was bringing us back and forth between dimensions of the ghost realm and or regular life. She must have done something a little off, because int he ghost realm i noticed that they got angry. we were in a cave like thing and suddenly the greenish-grey stone grew blue fungi and such, instantaneously. when we left, she had us all do a ritual where stuffed animals represented certain things. she wanted to appease the ghosts and the ritual was supposed to show her intentions. the ghost made them selves know by moving the over head lights, and spot lighting certain individuals. after the ritual was done we went to a hotel. there i really had to go to the bathroom. ryan d went first and then i went,but the door wouldn't close all the way, it had to be held shut with force, which made it hard to pee. there was also a another guy there who i forget who it was, and i didn't want them to see me pee. because the door, i couldn't sit properly, and i was peeing every where but the bowl. on the walls, the floor... i had to concentrate really hard to keep it in the bowl. what a mess. i had to clean it all up, but only with one hand since i wanted to hold the door shut! by the end a ghost was in there with me, telling me alina wanted me. so i went back to see her, and she told me she did make a mistake. and we went back into the ghost realm, and when we got there, there was an army of headless soldier, with pumpkins for heads. alina had started a war with the underworld, and only me and her were there to fight it...

Phorn Photography

I was walking through a closed mall, and was approaching my store, which has accommodation for sleep in the back (cause i'm sucha hard worker). But a guy (someone from a club i was at in waking life, but was a porn director in my dream), was following me. When I got to the store, he wanted to come in. I didn't want him too, but let him in any way. There were other people there, and in the whole dream I felt like if i said no to anything, they would be let down. The porn guy then said that I was a natural beauty and that he really wanted to work with me. I told him I wasn't interested. He asked to look at some photos. I reluctantly gave him a pile of photos of many women, including me, in lingerie and such. He saw some and said they were wonderful, and I told him I only like sex for fun, and would not enter a profession. There were some pics of a gurl i know from waking life who went to my high school whose name i forget right now, but she apparently had a rep for being a slut (whatever that means). The photos were of her face mostly and she was decorated like a traditional geisha. the porn guy kept the photos of her, and some others. i went through the photos and identifying which ones were missing asked him for them back. He returned some (which he had put in his sock) but not the ones of this gurl. I told him that because it wasn't me, i couldn't give him permission to keep them. but the gurl came up and said, "which photos?" I described them to her, and she was delighted to know that he had an interest in her. He said he would see if he could get her in or not. I was getting bored and was feeling awkward, so i told the man that i'd be in the back if he wanted to have sex. I then went to the room to change in langerie, but fell asleep in my underwear.

Pink Slime

I can't remember all my dream, as this one happened earlier in the night, but it was being told like a fairytale about a monster: "...Meanwhile, back at the craters, Albee was all alone. In one crater, there was a pond of greyish blue-green water. Being in the desert had made Albee become quite thirsty, so he drank the entire pond. When there were no drops of water left, the bottom of the pond began to fill with a pink slime, that slid into a vortex to another dimension. He suddenly saw a stranger sitting across from him, and it jumped right in. Albee followed. Down he slid into a dimension, that was a vast jungle of dead things. All around him were stands of dead and dying trees, and skeletal birds shrieked from their branches. All this rushed past him as he slid down the pink slime which spewed from a giant black volcano. The slide split into forks at different points, and some slides had window vortexes that brought him to different points on the slide. Out of fear, Albee was sure to follow the stranger's path and not deviate from the path. But as they slid, an entity-something like a god of the dimension-grew angry. Albee could feel the energy of it's anger, and became even more frightened and didn't know what to do. Just when its anger was reaching its zenith, Albee altered his course, slipping back into his desert reality."

Driving the Car

On Thanksgiving, I had a dream my dad was teaching Katy, a past co-worker in waking life, to drive in his car, and she kept turning corners really fast, and backing up really fast, with little control. Both my dad and I were like 'eeesh' but didn't say anything to be polite.