Night of October 18-19, 2009

I remember watching homemade videos made of a man who was present when some sort of air show went wrong. He was in his thirties, had a gun, a nice camera and talked about what was happening. Everything was going normally until one of the huge cargo planes with four propellers caught fire. The tail was completely up in flames and the plane was lazily rolling around on the runways (luckily it hadn't taken off yet). The man said that they must be really hot and that having your plane on fire is very bad. He sounded worried. All of a sudden, the airplane exploded in a massive fireball. Pieces the size of cars were launched everywhere and there was a huge shock wave. The man just barely dodged two of them by diving out of the way. Smoke was everywhere and half the runway was on fire. All the spectators who had previously started to lose interest rushed back to try to help. Emergency crews were there. There was even some other man collecting guns for a charity and he went through the crowd. Although I don't know why he was there, the cameraman reluctantly gave his. As more and more non-spectators gathered wondering what happened, I woke up.

Night of October 16-17, 2009

I remember the dream was pretty much just like the trip we (school people and I) took to the Petit Prince in London yesterday. It's all pretty blurry though.

Night of October 15-16, 2009

I remember being at school in a really boring math class. I remembered it was a dream and I woke myself up.

Being so tired, I fell back asleep within a few seconds and went on to dream about something else.

Night of October 14-15, 2009

I think I dreamt about Neon Genesis Evangelion and school mixed together because although I can't exactly remember everything, those seem to ring a bell.

Night of October 13-14, 2009

I remember the dream had to do with school — maybe the sausage sale (“German bratwurst”) the seventh years had to raise money had to do with it.

Night of October 12-13, 2009

I remember I was leaving school to move to France. It was my last day in England and I might not have told my friends I was leaving. It was right after biology class. Mr Fehr came and met me near the bulletin boards inside and handed me a Q-tip (which I think I had asked him for before). We walked over to the entrance of the library and as we did, he remarked how dedicated I was to science and that that was good. Emilia, Marie, and Laura we there but I don't think they understood.

Night of October 11-12, 2009

I remember the whole dream being in Fallout 3. I was going around collecting some different items, and getting attacked by raiders. I was in a huge bombed-out amphitheater when a massive Super Mutant Behemoth came out. They are normally about fifteen feet tall but this one was over thirty. I went into the Pip-boy and found my T-Rex which I was saving for this. It was about the same size. I took direct control of it and the two of us duked it out like the T-Rex and King Kong in Peter Jackson's King Kong.

Second dream. Mama, Papa, Natasha and I all went to a nature exhibit and talk. It was at a little nature reserve. Our guide would show us some things in one of the buildings then we'd walk to another one of the small buildings (they were kind of like the gift shops at national parks although they were more of a museum than a store) and he'd show us things there. He was talking about ecosystems and plants in what appeared to be a jungle environment. There was a fairly large display with a rocky outcropping, a little waterfall pouring over it and many ferns and similar plants on top. The entire hing was covered in spider webs. Not the little ones in the air made by small spiders but the ones on the ground left by the huge ones. Our guide was sitting on all of this and while he talked he picked at the webs and threw them away. He sorta just peeled them off. I asked him what had made them (even though that was stupid because I knew perfectly well). He said, “Ah, I'll show you,” and he teased out a massive black tarantula-type spider with bright yellow stripes. I was terrified and covered my eyes but it was too late; I had seen its face and figure. Mama then explained to the confused man that I was arachnophobic and he said, “ah.” Then he thought of something clever. He put down the spider which he had (accidentally or even on purpose) killed when he caught it and he took out a piece of paper. He nicely asked me to watch even though it might be a little bit scary. He drew (very well, I might add) the spider he just showed me. Then he drew it again but as slightly smaller and more like an ordinary house spider (which aren't as traumatizing — but still scary). He made the face go away, the legs thinner and the abdomen be much smaller (or whatever that gross bulb is called). Through a succession of quick sketches, he “made” the monster a bit less scary. He said that if I got the willies from thinking about or having seen a spider, to think about it as a lot smaller and less scary spider. Soon after the tour was over and I woke up. I like his advice. I think that it could work because my mind gets stuck on one image so if I could get it to at least stick on a less frightening one, I wouldn't be up at three-thirty in the morning writing this with my teddy bear kept close). I'm going to try it in the real world when the time comes. Thanks mister!