Dreams frost

In my dream i was on a big ship. Pretending to be a pirate, in order to do this i had to pay money it was 20 dollers. the next thing i know a lady handed me a ship manual and i started to read it. The next thing i knew i was in a big black dress trying to sing into a microphone. My hair was done and put up to the side, and i had a cute, big, black, short dress on. As i started singing into the microphone kneeling on the floor i realized i was just making up my own song. as i went to stand up i looked up and saw a huge shelf full of lip stick glitter. I grabbed a black glitter that went with my dress and put it on. The owner of the glitter came up to me saying how beautiful i looked. I asked which other glitter i should put on. She grabbed a silver one and told me what to do with my lips to rub it in. She put it on and i rubbed it into my lips. After that i stood up and went out these two big doors to a dance floor, on my way out i saw this boy i used to have a huge crush on and he was like woooh, your all done up and dressy. I kept walking surprised that i saw him. And saw an old friend and started dancing with her. After that i ran around a big stare well and i noticed my old crush cameron started following me up the stairs. He grabbed my arm and held me close and said "are you having fun?" well we held on to each other and then stopped dancing we began watching something but he looked back at me and we went and sat down. While we were sitting down a girl with a really big head and short hair in a dress came over to us and started curling up in a ball on his lap and talking to him i dont know who she was but then my dream went to a ship and i was hiding from some girl. She was really weird and giggley with like 3 legs. Well i escaped the boat. and on my way up the shore my feet kept getting stuck in the sand. I would get one out at a time and kept climbing up to the very top of the shore. Everyone else was already up there. We ended back on the ship looking in and i saw a glittery blue frost. This is when the dream ended.

I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

Dream of defrosting ice