Hey! I’m Julie and I’ve been attempting to lucid dream and one of my steps is writing a dream journal. This is my first entry. I would appreciate any feedback or some sort of analysis because I’m not sure what all to take from this.
Well this is my first dream. 
(FYI: Robert is my boyfriend, Adrian is his good friend, Laura Katherine is a girl i barely know and who has never made much of an impact on me, not sure why she’s there)
Roberts waiting on me. But so is everyone else. Something’s wrong. There is someone/thing after us. This thing resides within a human body. But its face is missing. A couple walks in a field (old baseball field fence behind them). We are watching them crouched in the distance. Its almost night. They are dressed fancy. Laura Katherine is in a sparkly dark colored prom dress. She screams but no one hears her. We know what she saw but she just confirmed it was ever really there. A body (irrelevant) is mangled with a face (similar to the children’s in The Wall, but more so disfigured and discolored, kinda a washed out blue). The face does not even belong to this body and we know it. The face is all we need. This being is dead, but it walks to us and offers its face. We don’t trust it, but we take it anyway. (I’m now beginning to think it was trying to rid itself of the face) The face is the missing piece to this thing after us.
We have to get somewhere. And quick. We use google maps to find it. (?) There are a lot of people here. Mostly children that I can tell. My brother Mike, Robert, Adrian, and parental figures, maybe my Papa Ron. We pile up into a fancy convertible with no right side. Its red with tan interior, only one seat in the front. I sit there and make sure Roberts there with me. Its night and day. We head to this tunnel thing. There is water. There is a bad man among us. We know he’s bad but we need him. I don’t remember why. He led us there. But we all try to go up the tunnel. Were all near the top. Then some spindles start moving from the side and knock half of us back down the tunnel. We try to get them back but for some reason aren’t worried about they’re well being at all.
We are looking for something. Were back outside. Its night. Adrian is there. He wears a large long sleeve flannel tan shirt. It slips off his shoulder and reveals a clear shirt with horizontal clear blue stripes made out of plastic. I ask him if I can touch his shirt. He says okay. The tan shirt disappears. I touch the front of his shirt. It looks smooth but feels textured. Robert stands behind him. I can see his face over Adrian’s shoulder. Robert becomes angry when I touch Adrian’s plastic shirt, I didn’t mean any harm.
I hug Robert and then we get into a bus. The bus is crowded. I sit in the back along with other objects in the seat to my right. There is Tupperware and artillery. I make Robert sit in my lap. He is happy that I’m not by Adrian. It’s daytime. Were outside. We need to go. Dad or Papa Ron has to mow something first. There is a tall steep grassy hill in the distance, with a red fast food restaurant on top. That’s what he has to mow. It has a vertical slope with no chance a lawn mower could even approach it. But the grass has to go. Such pretty luscious green yellow grass. We get closer. Dad/Ron is hanging from the top. The hill is actually a bunch of square hay bales. They have long thick ugly weeds growing from them. Dad (now) throws them off the top one by one. And works his way down, making it look kinda like a square cone, tip at the top, wide on the bottom. And as he goes, he wraps plastic around the hill. The grass will die this way. He looks like a monkey swinging around in circles.
Most of the children are up there now. We go to help them. Our help is not needed. We fall. We hit several plant like things on the way down. Softly though, but still when we land, thick bright blue fluid surrounds us. We have to get back. There is something still needed to be done. The feeling of anxiety looms over all of us. The face. Something has to be done about the face. But we fallen, cannot move. We lay there.
Robert calls.
I wake up.
