A Temper Tantrum and Getting Mugged:
A Temper Tantrum:
This first dream was odd. I rarely dream of myself being younger. But in this dream I was maybe 6 or 7. This also wasn't a lucid dream and I couldn't control any aspects of myself. We were at a buffet and I tried to pick up this slab of meat with my tongs. But the tongs didn't work well so I tried to slide the meat onto my plate but dropped it. My dad yelled at me for making a mess.
Now even though I was dreaming of myself in a younger state my vengeful nature I have now existed in the dream. So then I picked up the tray of meat and dumped it all on the floor. Then my dad got mad at me but I yelled at him saying that he shouldn't have yelled at me for doing something I didn't mean to do. I was pissed that he blamed me for something so innocent. Then I layed on the floor and had a screaming hissy fit.
We got back to the table and ate. I kept throwing food at my dad and telling him now I'm spilling food on purpose. I threw a spoonful of mashed potatoes at him and that really made a mess. He just kept eating and I felt really guilty for wasting food and my reaction to being blamed for something I didn't mean to do.
Getting Mugged:
The second dream is a normal dream. I am the age I am now and could control how I wanted to react in my dream. I was wandering in this huge department store in Japan. It was really cool, kind of like an amusement park. I wanted to go outside and buy these cream-filled fish-shaped pastries I loved so much in Japan. So I went outside and bought one and started eating it and got my change when this woman offered to hold my money and my wallet while I was eating. Of course I said no and she tried to grab it from me. So I struggled with her and held the wad of money and my wallet tight in my hand. She still ran off with some money and everything else she was able to grab from me. So I chased her holding a wad of money in one hand and my wallet in the other. But I didn't want to drop any money cause I had lots of money in my hand so I put it in my wallet and had to slow down, giving her a pretty good lead on me.
I chased her through some dark alleyways. The alleyway was dark and depressing, kind of like something you'd see in a Tim Burton movie. Actually most of my dreams are pretty dark like a Tim Burton movie.
So I got lost in this dark alleyway and finally wandered out of the city trying to find this woman. One re-occuring aspect of my dream, is that usually whenever I dream I'm in a foreign country and have some sort of struggle, I always walk up this hill that greatly curves in one direction. The hill will look different in every dream but it is still a curving hill that I have to walk up to get to my destination. Anyways, I get to the top and see a bunch of rice fields and country. I am now officially lost but I see my friend Danny drive by me in a beat up pick up truck. He offers to take me to his place, which he says is really far and we won't get there until the next day. So we drive all night in the country assessing all the poverty and decadent country houses. It was pretty depressing seeing how some of these people lived. We never get to his house because I wake up during the drive.
This first dream was odd. I rarely dream of myself being younger. But in this dream I was maybe 6 or 7. This also wasn't a lucid dream and I couldn't control any aspects of myself. We were at a buffet and I tried to pick up this slab of meat with my tongs. But the tongs didn't work well so I tried to slide the meat onto my plate but dropped it. My dad yelled at me for making a mess.
Now even though I was dreaming of myself in a younger state my vengeful nature I have now existed in the dream. So then I picked up the tray of meat and dumped it all on the floor. Then my dad got mad at me but I yelled at him saying that he shouldn't have yelled at me for doing something I didn't mean to do. I was pissed that he blamed me for something so innocent. Then I layed on the floor and had a screaming hissy fit.
We got back to the table and ate. I kept throwing food at my dad and telling him now I'm spilling food on purpose. I threw a spoonful of mashed potatoes at him and that really made a mess. He just kept eating and I felt really guilty for wasting food and my reaction to being blamed for something I didn't mean to do.
Getting Mugged:
The second dream is a normal dream. I am the age I am now and could control how I wanted to react in my dream. I was wandering in this huge department store in Japan. It was really cool, kind of like an amusement park. I wanted to go outside and buy these cream-filled fish-shaped pastries I loved so much in Japan. So I went outside and bought one and started eating it and got my change when this woman offered to hold my money and my wallet while I was eating. Of course I said no and she tried to grab it from me. So I struggled with her and held the wad of money and my wallet tight in my hand. She still ran off with some money and everything else she was able to grab from me. So I chased her holding a wad of money in one hand and my wallet in the other. But I didn't want to drop any money cause I had lots of money in my hand so I put it in my wallet and had to slow down, giving her a pretty good lead on me.
I chased her through some dark alleyways. The alleyway was dark and depressing, kind of like something you'd see in a Tim Burton movie. Actually most of my dreams are pretty dark like a Tim Burton movie.
So I got lost in this dark alleyway and finally wandered out of the city trying to find this woman. One re-occuring aspect of my dream, is that usually whenever I dream I'm in a foreign country and have some sort of struggle, I always walk up this hill that greatly curves in one direction. The hill will look different in every dream but it is still a curving hill that I have to walk up to get to my destination. Anyways, I get to the top and see a bunch of rice fields and country. I am now officially lost but I see my friend Danny drive by me in a beat up pick up truck. He offers to take me to his place, which he says is really far and we won't get there until the next day. So we drive all night in the country assessing all the poverty and decadent country houses. It was pretty depressing seeing how some of these people lived. We never get to his house because I wake up during the drive.