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    1. Night Terrors - Sleep Paralysis?

      by , 11-05-2018 at 02:32 PM
      All night it's the same story. If I close my eyes I INSTANTLY fall asleep, but I remain in my room, like a false awakening that happens with no delay. The only reason I know i'm asleep is that I can immediately hear voices. Usually those of my roommate, one time it was Jake Paul (lol, I've never seen a video of his) and then for the last 10 or so it was the voice of a little british girl, standing behind me in my bedroom.

      The dreams didn't seem particularly hostile, just generally weird noises, the british girl would just seem to dictate my thoughts, so if I concentrated I could actually control what she said, but it didn't make it feel any less creepy, just sitting there in my bed listening to some random little girl. It was pretty scare knowing that at any moment the dream could go south very fast, so I would just repeatedly wake myself up to avoid that happening.

      It's 5 AM and I'm fuckin dead tired. Gonna watch friends for a while then try to sleep again.


      Maybe I ate too much cheese for dinner.
    2. A nightmare and a strange one

      by , 03-24-2017 at 06:38 PM
      Two dreams did pass through my mind. The first, a nightmarish tale of sickness and betrayal. The second, a story of social order, loneliness, and super-ability.

      ONE: The Sickness.
      I was on a flight to a small caribbean nation with my cousin. I noticed I still had some cuts on my elbow and knees from a spill I'd taken in my dream last night. The plane was small and stuffy, and upon landing, we were greeted by a strange islander. Before we could do anything, he said we should come relax in the pool. He said it was good for the soul. The water was cloudy though, clearly never filtered or washed. I obliged him for the moment, and waited for my bags to be unloaded. I got in a cab and headed to the resort to meet my dad. Some time passes.
      When I get to the resort, I sit by the pool and start unloading my gear to do a job. As I do this I look down and a deep sense of horror passes through me. Sticking out from the various cuts in my body were horrific tiny wiggling tendrils, like infectious parasites sticking their feelers out in the wind. I freaked out. Panick. I am infected and I will die soon. I look around and everyone is freaking. The guide for the island comes, and says nobody has ever seen this disease before. I sprint into the cab and drive myself to the airport. A doctor says nobody has seen this ever. They rush me on a private jet and away we go. Ripping through the sky, I look down and see the worst. My skin, no matter if it has cuts, now has these tendrils poking through every pore in my body. Whatever this is, it is now in my entire system. I am going to die. I run up front to check on the pilots, and they are both sleeping. I slap the pilot awake and he bumps the controls. We nosedive. Collision with the ground does not blow us up, but rocks me around the cabin. We come to a full stop and I crawl out. Two girls come to rescue me, and take me to a group of kids my age.

      The disease seems stable now, shocked into hiding the tendrils. I spend some time with these kids, but I am not socially accepted. They find me weird, to come out of the sky complaining of an infection that had no signs of being real. At one point, one of the kids comes up to me and says "If you just chilled out more, people would like you. You don't need to be freaking out and analysing us all the time. Just chill and enjoy everyone's company."
      I felt hurt but hopeful. I spent the next hour of the dream talking to everyone, actively trying to control my breathing and calm down, and listen. There was a girl who rescued me who I had a crush on, and she knew and made it very obvious she wanted nothing to do with me.
      At some point, a car rolled up and brought bad tidings. It hypnotized one of the girls, and she began to attack the one I liked. She was throwing stones at her head trying to kill her, and I stood and caught the stones, trying my best to disable the girl without hurting her. While fighting, the tendrils in my body came out and turned into feathers. Bright red feathers, like some pheonix hybrid. I knew now I was not sick, just evolving. Eventually I managed to stop her. The girl I protected tried to thank me but I just shook my head and left. She realized how badly she'd treated me but it was too late, so I hopped in the car that came and left to find something better.

      I woke up to drink some water, then went back to sleep.
      TWO: The divisive qualities of flight.

      The dream began on a pilgrimmage. I was walking with a group of people I knew from somewhere but couldn't recall. We were on a dirt path in the forest, and were constantly beseiged by enemies. Out here, we all had some ability to defend ourselves, and mine was necromancy. I was summoning skeletal warriors from the grounnd at a constant rate, and as a result my friends and I were the only people who could just relax and walk and chat in the woods as my skeletal squadron handled things for us nicely. Eventually we passed through the woods and through a barrier that stripped our abilities. And then we entered the commune. It was a school, a mall, and a living community. For some reason I was back in highschool, and chilling with my friends. The inside was like my elementary school but expanded greatly. At one point while walking through the school I realized I could fly. I knew it was a dream but the world was nice to live in so I just let it play out. My friends and I were called to assembly, but I didn't want to go.
      I flew down the hallway and out of the school building. The mall zone opened up, and here I was free to fly around. My teachers saw me, and were not happy, but also could do nothing to stop me with such massive ceilings. I flew around in circles, ignoring all the yelling adults below, and then flew up to the top floor's center room, which was the chapel where people would get married. I entered a birdal suite and grabbed a slice of vanilla cake in my mouth, but I had just disturbed a wedding so I shot out of there like a bat out of hell. A female teacher saw me and couldn't help but stop yelling and laugh when she saw the cake in my mouth. I went to return to assembly but found it was over, and everyone was in the washroom. I went to take a pee but the urinals were too tall and I couldn't reach. I went into a stall and peed, thinking that if I was peeing the dream must be over. So ended my flying.
      We went out into the halls for class. In the stairwell, that teacher who laughed was there and I realized how beautiful she was. She was close to my age in real life, and in this moment I realized I was not a high schooler. Being a dream, I wanted to just kiss her there but it would be weird with all these kids around. Instead I got her to come with me, and started changing the stairwells like in harry potter so we could get some privacy. The only problem was that I got so caught up playing with reality that I lost her.

      And then I woke up.
      Categories
      lucid , nightmare
    3. Anna Kendrick

      by , 03-07-2017 at 07:06 PM
      In my dreams last night, my mind crafted for me a perfect tragedy. I will recite it now.

      It begins with a simple thing. I am going to university, and it is my first day on campus. I am moving into my new dorm room. It's on the ground floor of a nice building I've never seen before, but as I'm bringing my bags in I realise that I am on a floor that is filled to the brim with pretty ghetto dudes, like my childhood neighbourhood. I have no problem with it as long as I stay unharmed. I get my bags and head to my room, not sure of what to expect. On the way down the hall, however, one guy starts paging me, asking me to give him my knife. This is because before going to bed I was thinking about the rap battle on Hollywood boulevard I had when that guy asked for my sunglasses.

      I gave him the knife so he'd leave me alone and went about unpacking. The first day we had off, so I went to the movies. The theatre was full of people playing this iPhone app that was all about sex and crime and loaning money and making money. I'd never seen it before but it was like the next Pokemon go. Just as the movie started, some hoodlums went backstage and started screwing around with the operation, so they shut the movie off. I was hitting on the mum next to me but she had her sons with her and she had to keep it tame. After 5 minutes I just gave up on the film and left. I was going back to my room when I realised something. This app was more than a game, it used real world money and pretty much encouraged actual crimes to take place to offset the virtual ones made. As I walked down the hall the guy who took my pocket knife was begging another guy for a 3% loan. The dude shook him off, so he started following me along with another dude. They started yelling about how hard their fathers worked to get the money for them to attend this school. They told me to give them my easy money. I told them to kindly fuck off and make their own. They grabbed me and pulled knives. Somehow, in slow motion, I grabbed my knife from the guy then grabbed the other one, and stabbed them both to death while they held me tight. The knives moved in and out easily, and their grips slowly faded as they fell to the floor. What the fuck. I'm so fucked. I just killed two guys. I go to my room and call campus police, tell them I was being mugged and had to kill them. "Sounds like a likely story, two young black men attack you and you defend yourself, eh? You sure that's what happened there, son?" Fuck that guy. I'm no racist and I'm not about to go down for it. I flag down the officers he calls in, explain it to them every step of the way, and get the fuck out of there.

      Then the story changes. Somewhere along the road after that incident, I bumped into Anna Kendrick. I saw her in a movie last night and was thinking about her a lot before bed, and here she was. I thought she'd be a huge diva in person, but this version of her was just so sweet and amazing. Like a movie character. And suddenly it was my life. I pulled off some grandiose romancing and managed to get the girl. She and I fit together like two peas in a pod, but more than anything she was just so beautiful I couldn't look away. After some time, we retired to my room. Passionately kissing her, we slowly disrobed, and I entered her.

      And then I went soft.

      For a man, this is pretty much one of the worst things that can happen. The anxiety that it causes pretty much secures the fact that you will not be recovering from this. She starts to blame herself, stating she isn't pretty enough, she isn't doing the right thing. I am just losing my mind. I'm still kissing her all over and generally enjoying having this absolute unicorn in my arms but I can also feel everything falling apart. We try and try, and we go to a hot tub and we try in there. Nothing. Finally, I say that I'll take the old man pill, and I know I have a couple left from when I did ecstasy and my guy gave me some as a 'backup'. I pull it out, pop one, and now I know we need to kill 30 minutes. A man comes from out of nowhere asking what I just did to the water, I try to explain it was a medication that I took but he thinks I poisoned the water, so we get out. We have lots of time anyway.

      As soon as we get out of the hot tub, with the timing of a Shakespearean death, everything changes. Out of absolutely nowhere comes Javier Bardem. Before he speaks I know that something massive is about to happen and I can already feel the heartbreak. He approaches me as if he knows me. As if everybody knows me. I nod back to him, and he smiles. "Mr Bingus. Your work here has become most groundbreaking, and it has not been ignored by those in power. I have a proposition for you."

      I know this feeling in my gut. Anna has her arm around me. She is shaken, confused, she just wants to go back to my room and feel loved, like it isn't her fault. I owe her this so much. I think to myself VERY clearly,
      "No matter what he says, ignore it and go back with her. She is what matters. I am self-aware of this right now, and I will not allow this turn to ruin everything when I am so close to happiness."

      Javier goes on to outline what it is he's offering me.
      He tells me it will pay 2 million dollars.
      Anna is very rich and money is no reason to leave her.
      He explains that I will have a leading role in this.
      Anna is my leading lady, I will be fine with just her.
      He tells me there is a new research project opening up across the country, where all of the bright young minds in the nation are gathered together, living under one roof. And this is where I am to go.
      It couldn't hurt to see what he's talking about. It sounds boring, and it might impress her. I agree to go see this place.

      When we get there, it is basically everything I was not expecting. The first thing we see as we enter a classic old ratty residence is a room full of kids my age, all hanging out and playing music, exchanging scientific ideas. The ultimate creative session. Something I've never had. We walk further down the hallway and see art on the walls from the students. Very cool, I think. Then, at the end of the hall, I hear a familiar voice. And the voice pops its head around the doorframe. It's Anna. Anna M, from my actual life. The prettiest girl I know. She smiles, excited, and pulls me into the room.

      "Check it out!"
      "You're living here too?" I ask. I look around the room and Jessica is here too. And I can see other girls bags.
      "Yep! And we're all rooming together. We're the film kids of this operation, and we're going to make a documentary about the amazing things that will happen here. And you've been chosen to direct it. We're your crew!" She gives me a big smile.

      She hasn't seen Anna Kendrick yet. She's being very warm with me. I think to myself, how could this possibly get any better. A room of beautiful girls who will work under me, a whole community of the best of my generation. Against one girl. Then, as if god wanted to rub it further in my face, I look outside. Mustangs. Scooby vans. VW campers. It's the fucking 70's. This fucking town, for some reason, is still the 70's. That is why everything is so old here, the clothes so cool and the dorms so old school.
      I look back at Anna Kendrick, who's in the room now, giving me this look like "Am I still worth it?" Her soul is being crushed. I am at such an extreme level of elation that I say the worst thing I've ever said to somebody.

      "You know Anna when he came to the school to see me, I thought to myself, 'How could he possibly offer me something that would make me want to leave you?' Well, It's the 70s out there." I climbed out the window, jumped down to the road, and started checking out the cars. I want to start talking all about them with her, but before I even looked in the window I knew I'd made a huge mistake. I turned back and just started running.

      I ran all the way back to my dorm, which I thought was across the country. I sprint down the hallways, around the corner and slam into the wall next to my door. I listen carefully and I can hear bags being packed. I open the door slowly, and she's right there. Immediately she starts to cry. I rush towards her, her hands coming up and her head shaking, thinking I would try a romantic kiss or something. Instead, I just hug her, hold her tighter than anyone in my life and just tell her how much I love her. How much I miss her and need her in my life. As we embrace, both crying, she says "I knew you would choose me over that shitty place." She breaks off and smiles, looking me deep in the eyes. Deep in my soul. She wants to kiss me. But this moment is empty. The moment she said that I knew in my heart of hearts that I could not choose her over what would certainly be the best time of my life. Her face starts to melt. I enter a powerful internal dialogue.

      "She is convinced. She thinks my reality aligns with hers. I am drowning her, pissing on her soul. Pissing in her face."
      As I say this, I see myself drag her unconscious body to the bathroom, drop her limp head in the toilet bowl and begin peeing on her face. This is the most fucked up, disrespectful thing I've ever done. And I'm not even in control.

      "She is somewhere on the scale between love and devotion, and I have just come back, only to mix her a most powerful poison dart. Surely, this will kill her."
      I slam the lid on her neck. Crush of bones.

      I snap out of this freakish nightmare. I am still holding her. I can feel her heartbeat.
      "Of course, Anna. Now I'm very tired. Let's go to bed."
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    4. Up and Down

      by , 12-23-2016 at 07:50 PM
      What a ride. I forgot most because of how fucked up the ending was. My parents were on vacation, and I was keeping the house. The back of the house was in an alleyway, and our neighbour across the alley was a great dude. I kept talking to him, helping him with chores and stuff. On the last day of my parent's vacation I was really busy and extremely flustered. I burned my dinner, left food outside (??) and fucked up remembering to grab my keys that the neighbor left for me in his back garden. When he came out to find me, he saw how stressed I was. He said it was fine I fucked up, and suddenly I was in the water. We lived near a small island, and he'd taken me here to swim in the waves and unwind. Two cute girls were in the water ahead of me, and I started facetiming my parents to talk to them about my day. They felt bad and said that they would be home soon. Dad said I should take the family credit card and go buy myself an expensive dinner to relax. I said sure, and on the way home to get it, my mind dropped.

      My mom was in her pajamas on the back porch, checking the hot tub water. She wasn't really doing anything, just staring at it. I talked and she didn't respond. I facetime mom. She picks up. This mother creature stares long and intently, curious, at my mother's face on the phone. My parents exclaim shock and interest, like they're seeing a deer. I am seeing a demon 3 feet away from me. I scream and teleport onto the plane with my parents. The cute girls from the beach are sitting with us, and I nap on one of their shoulders.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    5. My friends vs your friends

      by , 11-23-2016 at 06:22 PM
      This dream was long and fantastical and full of insane battles and places, but I am just going to write out the end. I was on a ski hill with Sasha, and we went down the run once. She started humble bragging about how good she was at skiing and how she did all these hipster things. When we went to get on the ski lift, she asked the guy for a boost or something so he let her on the chair way after it had swung around, it made not sense. I had to sprint after it and climb on the thing as it was going up in the air, 007 style. On the way up, I realized all of my buddies were in the chairs ahead and behind us. At the top, we started chilling and getting our shit ready to bomb the hill, when my brother and all his buddies got off too. They were happy to see us and started yelling about some party that was going on up here in a chalet. Apparantly it was the biggest party of the year.

      As we arrived, I took stock of my group vs my bros. His crew was the regular boys, Big Bart and the like. I had with me Australian Dan, Arshia, Mert, and Chumbus, the mentally retarded rapper. The guy was extremely down syndrome, but he was a pretty nice guy and we brought him to the party. In the middle of it, he said he got a job working with Mert on films. Crazy. I remember looking at the snap I made of the party, and then checking Big Barts shit, he had a crazy timelapse night club video that had hundreds of likes on instagram already.

      Then came a moment when suddenly the rooms were empty. Everyone was gone, and it was just me, Aussie Dan, and Chumbus. The girl at the bar gave me a wicked look. I asked her what happened.

      "Everybody moved to a different party. I think it's at Roger Federer's house."

      "Oh shit, I had no idea. Where is it?"

      "Sorry, it's only 700 people, place is totally full."

      "Man, how did I miss it? My friends must have been too drunk and forgotten to tell me."

      "Maybe it isn't your friends. Maybe it's you. You aren't invited. Look around you kid."

      And that's when it sunk in. It was me, a failed Aussie, a retarded guy, and 3 people who passed out in their own vomit. We were the lowest of the low, to the point were they moved parties just to drop us 3.
      That hurt man. In reality, I usually am the guy throwing the parties, but I guess this is how my life could go if I lose all ambition. The last thing I did in the dream was tell Chumbus that he has a to work 10 hours a day 7 days a week if he wants to achieve anything at all in this world, and especially in this industry.

      I'm gonna go work extra hard today.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    6. nightmare

      by , 08-07-2016 at 02:07 PM
      I have no idea what the first 4 hours of this dream was, although it was certainly a great one. The end of this one was a surprise nightmare. I was at an old cottage on the irish coast, and I was with a woman who took me there for a dinner invite. The cottage was haunted, and the owners were terrified of it. There was an extreme wind ther from the coast, always blowing, and it forced the front door open and closed every 5 seconds. This door however was clearly being influenced by the paranormal and not any earthly force, so they would just slam and lock it as fast as they could. I didn't believe it so I stepped outside, and started saying the names of every ghost they feared. The wife said pretty matter of factly to me, "Well, that dog will definitely be out there now". I look to my right and a small ghost of a corgi is slowly fading into existence. It has glowing eyes and isn't all that scary. Then far and away through the dark fields of grass all around us I hear "Bad guy" whispered by a girl, then about 10 miles closer whispered again, then 10 feet away. Instand terror I feel.

      I wake up.

      Time to start the day!
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare