Curiouser and curiouser!

This dream was a rather long one. Really, it probably lasted about five minutes, but it felt like it lasted for hours.

The furthest back I can remember in the dream was that I and a group of several male friends (that I don't believe I actually know) were trying to get to another world or dimension, and we couldn't quite make it. We made it to a house between dimensions, though, and what a strange house it was. It was almost a tower, with seven floors total and long sets of stairs. It was a rather beautiful old house but it creeked somewhat menacingly due to the seven floors and being so tall and thin a tower. It was filled with mysteries.

We got up to the seventh and final floor, and we saw a few bedrooms and offices, all forgotten, and a bathroom at the end of the hall. By the door to the bathroom, there was a door built into the wall, as well as a large cabinet. I started opening the built-in door, and I was greeted with another, smaller door. I did this a few more times until the smallest door I found was there, and it was locked. I immediately started looking for a key, but I couldn't find one nearby, so I checked the dresser by the bathroom entrance, and I found two tiny bottles filled with a clear liquid. One said "drink me, I'll make you grow smaller", and the other said "eat me, I'll make you grow larger" (even though it was a bottle filled with liquid, hehe). I knew I wanted to be smaller, so I drank from the "drink me" bottle. It tasted really strange, like an energy drink only far more medicine-y. It wasn't a good taste. Anyway, I looked in the mirror and watched as I got a bit shorter, but not much. So, I drank the whole thing and only shrank to about four feet tall, and my voice sounded like I'd sucked helium. I was worried, though, because there wasn't any of the drink me elixir left and I couldn't find any more in the cabinet (I did find little cartridges of clear liquid lying around, but for some reason I thought they were rat or moth poison).

Suddenly I found myself on a train in the same between-worlds-world, as I was looking for more of the elixir. I couldn't find any and returned back to the tower.

I was searching the seventh floor of the tower and suddenly someone told a good lot of us (suddenly there were a lot of people and I don't know who they were) to stay in one room. This person went to rest in the bathroom; apparently he was tired and that was the only place he could find rest. I snuck out of the room he had placed us all in to search for more elixir. I looked in the cabinet in which I had originally found said elixir, and found a small keyring with a tiny skeleton key that looked as though it could open another small cabinet. There was a keychain that looked like a small eyepiece, and when I unfolded it, it turned into a woman's leg! I ended up searching the tower for the keyhole for this key, and slowly, the tower started turning into my grandmother's house. I had found the cabinet in another room, and it was in a dresser in a storage room. There was another key in there, which I took downstairs to what was now almost fully my grandmother's house, and into a sideroom which doesn't exist in her house. Apparently it had been my grandfather's (whom I have never met) room. The key unlocked a little nightstand full of little trinket's that had apparently belonged to my grandfather, including a letter from his sister and her husband, and a necklace he had owned as a child. Before I woke up, my father was there, and he told me that the room we were in would belong to me.

Before I woke up, there was a brief, fleeting remembrance that I had to find more of the drink me elixir, but I bet if I had gone up the stairs to go back to the tower, it would have been gone.

Stupid and violent dream

I don't know why, but when I post here it always seems like I post the bad dreams. I guess because they're the ones that stand out the most in my mind.

I was at some kind of party, absolutely packed with people. Mostly friends. For some reason, though, I was angry with most of them. I had a weapon on me that was small like a taser, but it had a cloaking device on and only I could see it. It fired like a machine gun, only silent. So I walked around the room and was shooting EVERYTHING in sight, including people. I'd have to shoot people five or so times before they died, though. So people were dropping like flies all around the room and things were shattering. I started to feel bad, though. One of the guys pulled out a gun and said "All right, who's doing this?" I felt a bit guilty, so I raised my hand. He shot me in the head immediately. Then I woke up.

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Ghost

I had a dream last night that I was in university, but my university was far, far different than it is now. There were two very large main buildings, and a huge beach and body of water in between them, with a few shacks and oddities on the way, as well as cliffs surrounding.

I was with a couple of friends and we were walking to classes. One of them had a class in one of the old shacks along the way, so I dropped her off and kept going. I got to my class and realised I wasn't feeling very well, so I went to leave and I was sick, spitting up blood and other loveliness. I went back into the classroom and noticed no one was paying much attention to me, except the teacher, who told the students that there WAS someone sitting in my seat and that it was me and I had died. I suddenly started to panic and looked out the classroom to see my boyfriend walking to another class. I ran out and followed him, hoping he would be able to see me as well. He was walking down the beach and to the other building. I followed him into the second building and called after him, but he couldn't hear me. I suddenly grew very sad because I knew he wouldn't be able to see or hear me, and I knew that even if he could, nothing would be done about it because he wouldn't be able to touch me or hug me. I stood on the staircase for a moment, letting people walk through me, when suddenly one of my waking university friends, Felipe, was there.

"Hey Katie, how are you?" he asked.
"Awful, I'm dead," I replied.
"Ahhh, no big deal. Let me buy you lunch," he said.
"I don't need lunch. I'm dead."
"Well, at least let me buy you some vanilla pudding. EVERYONE needs vanilla pudding." Which was strangely characteristic of him to say regardless.

So, Felipe and I went down to the cafeteria, where I thought about how I needed to find Mom and tell her. She is a prof at the university I go to in waking-life, so she was in the dream as well. I saw her across the cafeteria waving to me, but then I turned to look at her and walked toward her, and she frowned. She could tell something was up. To demonstrate this, I walked right through a table and she paled.
"Oh no," she said, "you're dead."
I showed her that there were some items I could interact with, for some reason. I could touch the couch and a nearby table but I couldn't touch people or the other table that I had walked through. It was strange. Mom was, as you can imagine, very upset and talking about it out loud. A few people figured out what was going on and started singing "Happy Death-day to you" (to the obvious tune of happy birthday), then woke up, very thankful that it was only a dream.

On an interesting note, in another dream in which I died, my mother was able to see me then, too. I don't have these dreams very often but they're very vivid when I do, and in both of them Mom was able to see me.