love & surfing

This dream is different... So in this dream I am living with a group of people I had never met before in a house and we all work and live with one another. It is kind of a real world situation but not a reality tv show just a job. And the house we live in is sort of multiple houses joined together. There are showers that we all used like dorm style almost, but they are outside. This place is somewhere tropical for some reason it was like an island somewhere around south AMerica I think, real or made up i dont know. Anyway weather was great and it was in a kind of small town and the locals spoke spanish. I lived with all these people and I remember that we weren;t all super close but one girl and I really got along. All of these people were dream people and did not exist in my real life. So my dream bestie and I hung out a lot in the house. This house was kind of close to the surfing tribe house that I visited when I was in Peru. So there were two other girls besides me and my friend and two guys so 6 of us in all. One of the guys hung out with the other two girls and the other guy hung out with the locals and was a big surfer. He was kinda tall tan and had dark/ dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a columbian or australian boy look to him. He was scruffy and always a bit of a mess in true surf boy form. No one was really friends with him. But then I was at the grocery store trying to buy some food and stuff for myself but I didn't have the right amount of money and I was trying to explain that I didn't want everything I had but I couldn't speak with the cashier. (weird because I speak spanish but whatever) So turns out this roommate of mine is there in the parking lot and walks in a sees my struggle and helps me out. Then drives me home in the beat up red mustang like car. From then we got close and hung out a lto and he ended up teaching me how to surf. It was like romance movie montage status. We hid it from the rest of the roommates for a while and I especially didn't want the other two girls to know, because one of them happened to have a big crush on him and I knew she was an absolute bitch. She was a vengeful blair waldorf type. My good friend ended up finding out in one of those awkward walked in on kind of moments where someone tries to hide. Then I was surfing again at the beach and I really remember the beach. The ocean was warm nd blue but the beach was a lot like ventura beaches. It was sand but not super fine but not pebbly either. It was light sand not dark and had doons. There was one really big hill that I sat o a lot and would watch people surf before I really knew how. You could sit on that hill and see people surfing but they couldn't really see you sitting staring and watching them. I read a lot on that hill as well. I just kew all these things to be true they didn't actually happen in my dream. Then when I started learning how to surf after I was done that is where I would chill for a second before I went back home. But that is where the dream ended me on the beach after surfing with my wetsuit peeled half way off next to my 'love interest' just hanging out

Drunk Friend's End

So this dream comes with a back story: I was out with my friends one night and because of my TB situation I can't drink so I am currently perma-babysitter. This being said one of my friends was wasted. Good for her. However, she lost her wallet had no money, no ID, and no way to get into the next bar so I offered to go home with her. (I was tired and sober anyway) But like any sporting drunkard she fought me the whole way to the door and I reliquished all hope and left her to party the night away. It was a little tense between us, me for lack of patience and for her... drunkenness, but I probably never should have tried. Personal story aside I ended up over at a friends house and crashing with them so I didn't to pay for a taxi home or walk alone at 3am in the city. So now I dream.... So somehow I ended up dressed in very classy going out clothes with all my real friends and some dream friends. We were running through the streets of the city and we all had been drinking and were having a really good time. I think we were somewhere near the castro and lower haight. Anyway we were all doing great until my previously mentioned friend it wasted. Im talking heels wobbling, head rolling, glassy eyed wasted. I am appointed by all there to sort the hotmess out. Great. I tried to help her walk over to a nice looking building with stairs to sit on. She won't sit. I try to get her to stop running. She won't stop. Then we are running along the streets of san francisco, all the other friends are gone. This running was very much like the 'running through the forest' scene in Pocahontas but instead of wildlife it was city scenery in a blue and purple and yellow nighttime color scheme. So this obviously gets us back to our apartment. We are then all in my living room and my shwasted friend is on the couch along with another of my roommates and I am standing in the kitchen. This whole time I have had a feeling of responsibility and caring for my drunk friend. I wasn't ever mad just worried and along for her drunk adventure. But then we all, all of the sudden know that she and my roommate are very sick. The roommate was already sick and because my friend sat down on the couch next to her she got sick as well. They both needed to take antibiotics. So there was a friend there who had the medicine they needed. This wasn't shady in my dream it was totally legit, it was normal for everyone to carry around a pharmacy. So anyway, my roommate takes the pill and so does my friend. They are both holding them and my roommate takes hers then my friend starts to take hers, but I stop her. I know that if she takes this she will probably die because of how drunk she currently is. She cannot take this with alcohol. Everyone else knows that it's true but they don't really care, not in a mean way just in a aloof dream person kind of way. SO I am practically begging my friend not to take this but she just says, "fuck it yolo" throws up the rock n' roll hands sticks her tongue out and takes it. In the same moment that I reach out towards her, he face goes rigid and blood starts coming out of her ears and her nose and she dies. (sorry that was so abruptly morbid) I literally was shocked in my dream and couldn't breath. I then woke up reaching my arm out and clasping my hand on thin air. This time it was really hard to restore reality since I wasn't even at my own house. This dream was not a fav Also as a note I think this one was so morbid because an acquaintance has just recently passed away from a brain aneurysm from taking molly

Flowers & Lies

So in my first dream I can't remember the 'plot' per say but here is what I can recall: I was surrounded by a group of people who were my friends but I didn't actually know any of these people in real life. They were just dream friends but we were all very close. So we were sitting together talking about very important things I assume. (All I can remember hearing is something that was similar to the language of the Sims) Then I told some story that wasn't true. I was lying. As I lied I felt a bulging feeling under my skin in my arm area. It was the same kind of presure you feel when you have a pimple just hanging out on your face but not really doing anything. (gross I know) Then I didn't really notice it at first but my 'friends' started looking at my arm. Not in horror or in fascination just mild intruige. I looked down and sow that a stock or stem of a flower bud had started to come out of one of my pores on my upper arm. I was scared, it was just that way, as are so many things in dreams. I looked at it and I didn't know why it was happening but I, and no one else, really seemed to care. Things carried on I plucked it out and on we went talking about very important things. (I think we may have been hipsters) Then again I knew I was lying, not sure what I was saying but it was not true, and again a bud bloomed up from a pore on my leg this time. Now I could seriously feel this happening, it didn't hurt but it was by no means comfortable. It felt really weird. This time a flower bloomed. It looked almost like a cross between a pink tuburose and a hibiscus. Then I carried on with my life and this kept happening to me. I had long stocks of the pink tuburoses coming from my pores with multipule flowers on them. I remmeber not wanting them there because I was not proud of them. By this time I had managed to work out what they were correlated with. Everytime I lied a new one would sprout out. Sometimes just a bud sometimes a stem with multipule flowers. I had about 15 of them scattered about my body. I would try to pluck them out but some of them wouldn't come others would grow right back. Then I kind of have a dream blackout and jump forward in time and there is a perosn examening me. Not a doctor just soemone who is interested in my flowers. I remember them touching them and thinking that they were beautiful and that really bothered me. They were all my lies. Then they just started sprouting for no real reason at all. I don't mean like a tone of them and boom im covered with flowers or anything though just quite a few considering people aren't usually suppoed to be covered with flowers at all. Then one sprout from my neck. Just writing about this now is making my skin crawl. It felt terriable and wrong. It was coming from inside me. Then I though about how in the world these things could be coming from inside me. How?! And then my brain flashed a kind of anamotomical sketch of my body sort of leonardo divinci style. There was my female form but trasnparent and my veins on full display. Running through all my veins along with my blood was stems of flowers. They were in every vein. Some stems simply green and thin others thicker with buds, and some even with flowers popping out a little. It seriously grossed me out. Then I went back to my body and the stem was stil growing from my neck. It was in the front part of my neck and I remember being in the bathroom of my araptment looking at it and touching it but being afraid to pull it out. I might die. I knew if I pulled this out I might die, but it just couldn't stay there. I touched the flowers and they were so real but none of them really every smelled like anything. I looked in the mirror at myself for a second more then I woke up in my bed. Now these dreams are super realistic because of my medicine so I hope that can help to explain what I did next. I jumpped out of my bed pulling my shirt collar away from my neck and went to my bathroom to pull the stem out of my neck and stood exactly where I had been in my dream in my bathroom only to find my crazy, bed-head self looking back at me. And now I have goosebumps that wont go away and my neck feels funny.

Whachudoin

So I have decided to write a dream blog. I already had some pretty interesting dreams but recently things have been getting real crazy. I have been going through treatment for tuburcuosis and one of the side effects of my medication is 'vivid, realistic dream sleep.' I am basically going on adventures inside my mind every night. Granted these are dreams so things don't always make sense so a lot of my posts will be weird and nonsensical. Also as a warning I will be making up words, mispelling everything, and using punctuation inappropriatly. I doubt any of this will matter much because I don't foresee a lot of people reading this, if any. Really I just want to remember all of these things and later do some paintings of them and typing is so much quicker than a hand written journal.