I'm at my house, with a tiny man who was carved out of a carrot. He reminds me of an "elf on the shelf" doll, except he's much smaller. He can fit in my palm.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table, watching videos on the laptop of strange creatures attacking people. For some reason, Carrot Man is in all of these videos.
I start to gnaw on Carrot Man, then realize my lower teeth hurt. I touch them, and they wiggle and hurt.
I look outside the big windows in the kitchen to see the entire backyard has flooded with light red water. Dad walks in, and looks out the window and sighs, obviously irritated. "It's flooded... I've never seen the creek up so high. It comes all the way up to our house!"
"I hope Cali is somewhere far away from this."
"I have no doubt she is." He walks away. I continue watching my videos for a little while with Carrot Man, until Mom walks in with groceries. I walk over to her to help.
Then, I wake up.
I wake up and find a roach running around on top of my blanket. I tried to catch it with my hands but it was too evasive for me. I eventually got off from the bed and turn on the lights. I then track the roach with my eyes in till he had went under the blanket again. It was difficult to see again, that's when I realize the lights had went out again. I turn them on again but quickly they turn off. I could now see the light in the bathroom was on, could be my father I thought.
Though that didn't make much sense, that's when I look at my hands to see my fingers were bend over and crooked. I became lucid and said I was in waking life a couple of minutes ago. When did I go unconscious? I enter the living room to the kitchen. Not too long I notice how short I was compare to the usual objects inside the kitchen. I must've been the size of a rat.
I still had hands despite the height and had no trouble opening the now large back door. It was night but didn't appear to look like a sky at all. I could see a lot of dark voids roaming around the area. There's a lot now I said to myself, barely any room for dream activity. I manage to get to one of the dream scenes by running up the usual hill I take. Running on the grass with my feet felt like running on a mouse pad.
I also confirm that I usually don't have shoes on when lucid. I saw a few houses boarding near the voids. I made my way pass a backyard and over to a road. I could see a garage door wide open with a light beaming down from above. That's when I notice someone had been standing behind me. It look like a doll of some human, they appear as if they couldn't move. That is when I wake up and attempted to write down my experience. But it was very difficult to do so. I then wake up again. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes
From the night before last:
I'm puttering around a large residence and exploring different rooms. I enter an area where the sun isn't shining through windows; I also notice there aren't many people in this area. A small doll comes out from hiding near the floor and positions itself on the back of a nearby couch. I walk over to it to see what it wants.
The nearer I get to it the more uncomfortable I become. I realize why. It's the size of a doll, but built with wood. I can see veins beneath the wood and the face is twisted with blackened eye sockets. I recognize it as a demon of sorts, a skilled one; although I can't seem to identify which skill(s). I listen to what it has to say. It tells me of a situation it would like me to resolve. I agree to look into things.
I leave the room, then the residence, taking a group of men with me.
We arrive near the shore, there's a boat I'd like to board...except before our feet touch the rocky shoreline, we've arrived at a bridge. There are no other forces around to stop us, yet I've stopped my men. They are new to battle, commoners as far I can tell. I take a moment to explain what happens when we pass this point. The other side of the bridge puts us on low-ground with only one exit. The other issue is the ice. Ice on the bridge, then the ice on the route to the shore. We'll be at a disadvantage once we cross the bridge.
They seem to comprehend but nobody is moving. I consider my options. There's nobody else nearby but that could quickly change. I could take half of them with me and leave the other half here to pick off any pursuers we may return with. Additionally, there's only about 10 of us total.
I decide to leave them at the bridge, taking one of the men with me. I order the others to remain and explain why. I know what I'm capable of, however I don't know what they're capable of. I'd like to avoid seeing them slaughtered.
The man and I make it to the shore and board the vessel separately. I head straight into the cabin and find the man I'm searching for. He sits up in bed, obviously surprised to see me. We both freeze for a moment, eyeing one another, deciding which route to go with things. He makes the first move as he pushes me against the wall. I manage to push him back onto the bed seconds before sliding a dagger into his chest.
My surroundings begin to blur, the initial hit was more forceful than I expected. I'm still trying to catch my breath. I'm on my knees now, with one hand on the floor and the other draped over one of his lifeless arms.
I force myself to focus, to keep the scene. I return to my mind and strengthen myself from the inside out, anchoring my attention to the boat. Solidity returns and I climb to my feet, silently cursing the doll. I exit the cabin and look around for the other man I brought with me.
Updated 10-08-2014 at 05:34 PM by 70517
Fight - 1
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
It looks like I am kind of an agent/spy, a very well trained one. I am on a mission of protection some Persian Sheik's son.
I have to bring him somewhere. We go through the backdoor of a shop but as were about to leave the shop something explodes and I get thrown out of the shop by the force of the explosion. The whole store is on fire and there is no way the kid survived.
Years later I am eating in a restaurant when the windows bursts and someone starts shooting at the people in the restaurant.
I find myself hiding in the kitchen together with Justing Long (actor from Die Hard 4), but he tells me he can't do this, start running but instantly gets shot. I follow him and look through the shattered store front. I see the shabby street, gray and full with trash. On the other side I can spot a balkony, connected to the street with a ladder. I wanna look away but I see a person climbing down that ladder, obviously in a hurry. Thats my guy I think and start chasing him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to be running away. As I am following me he starts talking. He tells me the name of the man he just shot and everything else. Then he goes on telling me about a 15 year old, left in the flames, scared and without hope. I realize he must be talking about the persian boy in the explosion and as soon I finish that thought he turns arround. He looks normal with a scruffy beard and short hair. But on his neck he has some metal attachements I don't understand. Also his ears are covered in with a metal ball. He takes them off and reveales some earphones. But not the metal creeps me out, but when I look at his bare chest I see stripes of skin missing forming the word Fight, Far or Flare. The "camera" zooms in and I see a short video sequence with smoke and the title Fight - 1. It looks like an intro to a wrestling match. I look at his face again and see he also has 3 missing stripes of skin on his cheeks.
(The dream jumps to another scene which repeats itself randomly a couple of times in the course of the dream)
I am at a playground where a little boy plays in the sand. He yells mommy, but I just know that his mom isn't alive anymore. He shouts mommy again. I look to my right when a centrifugal begins to turn. I hear a little girl screaming from the top off her lungs: "She's my mommy!", in the creepiest voice I've ever heard! The centrifugal keeps spinning and reveals the little girls face. I look at her and see a gruesome dolls face with a mad grin and blood-shot eyes staring at me. She repeats, It is my mommy and the scene jumps to the story with the boy again.
I find myself in a little shed together with Olivia Wilde. It seems we have to pass some sort of trial without water or food. It is insanely hot and soon the persian now man comes in with wraps and coke but doesn't give any to us.
The persepective switches into 3rd person and I can now see where we are. It is definitely a jungle but it is completely artificial. The river is tiled and the water looks more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. The persian boy must have used his wealth to create his own paradise and now needs to trained agents to do something for him.
I am at the playground again and everything happens exactly like the first time, besides I am closer to the doll now. As she turns all I want to attack and leap at her. I expect to tackle her, but just jump right through her and wake up..
Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.
I am in a primarily undefined location but with somewhat of a background sense that it may be our last home on Barolin Street (though I also sense that there is a minor composite element of Gellibrand Street in Brisbane). The imagery and idea that dominates the central flow of my dream relates to my attention on a large plastic doll, of about two feet or less, of the typical generic type that represents, somewhat ambiguously, a female two-year-old in standing position dressed in perhaps 1890s fashion. I soon notice a reasonable number of signatures (mostly in blue and black ink) of former classmates, friends, and people of my age I knew but whom were not in my classes. The handwriting is mostly on the lower arms, hands, and legs.
I soon also notice that the doll, oddly, has a randomly wrapped length of sections of retied grayish “wire” or perhaps nonmetallic craft sinew - perhaps a total of about four feet or less, there only being three or four sparse twists around each limb and a few around the body. The “wire” firstly seems soft even at the juncture of the several knots here and there (though this perspective changes near the last part of my dream). There is also a small booklet that is linked to it (I think tied on with a small thin ribbon around the neck) which seems to hold a series of messages (by different people over time) intended for anyone that temporarily has the doll before they mail it to someone else, the flow of the writing a bit like some friendly nostalgic threads (possible play on “wire”) of a classmates-reunion-style Internet forum. The doll, for some reason, also serves as some sort of fancy FB or “friendship booklet” which is sent person to person to add messages and their contact details (a common practice during the older era of “hobbyist” pen pals, some of whom annoyingly and intentionally collected the booklets and foldables of various themes, styles, and materials instead of ever passing them on). I am the most recent receiver but am not sure who to send it to. I read a message from my best male friend from school days - Toby T, which talks about what a good idea it is.
A little later, there are then two dolls that are very similar, but the second one has not been sent to as many people. The second one has rather sharp and thicker barbed wire around it in a few areas of the limbs and body as well as a small part of the head - and a problematic length of it is actually disentangled. I contemplate sending both of the “friendship booklets” on their way, but feel a bit uncertain and socially uneasy because of the potential harm the projecting barbed wire presents for those I send it on to (even in picking up the package itself assuming it is soft-wrapped). I even test the presumed danger by moving my hand around the wire to make sure it is flatter and not of a potential to accidentally cut someone, but soon come to understand it would not be a good idea to mail either doll because of the nature of wire itself. There is also the higher in-dream awareness and play (from many years of experience though I am not lucid in-dream) of “quantum entanglement” (mainly from my present persistence in backtracking my lifetime since birth) and my own knowledge of exponential branching from one core event or so-called destiny point.
My dream eventually starts to lose cohesion yet partially “translates” metaphorically into several unusual but obvious associations (something that has greatly helped me in my dream-work over the many many years). When I look at the second doll again, it is actually (or has become) a flat cardboard cut-out doll but of the same overall design and (at least frontal) appearance (which are other likely areas of my mind recognizing and affirming that there are “different dimensions”, both lower and higher - for example, the 3-D doll becomes 2-D in-dream instead of the far more common reversal of this property). Not only that, it begins to divide into sections of a potential to rebuild from various parts, even the nose then needing to go into or over the face which has a cut-out circle where the circular nose-related cut-out would fit into as well as an additional full face cut-out for some reason (perhaps related to how a circle of friends or associates can be “nosy” with each other in their communication). It very vaguely reminds me of 3-D printing but with thin sheets of cardboard in various shapes - in other words, it has self-transformed into a fairly complex paper tole project. I am not sure what to do, as it seems a bit of a difficult task to meet the responsibility of getting on with the passing on of the school-reunion-related messages and “autographs”.
Several layers can be touched upon, a few I will share here. One is a play on “wiring someone” as in sending them a message, though there may also be “strings attached” to the involvement in communication. Another relates to when I was checking for the flatness (or safe nature) of the barbed wire and the entire doll itself becomes completely flat and 2-D, almost like an over-the-top serving of my focus of intent (though, again, I am not lucid at any point). I am also a “conduit” here, by passing on something from the collective consciousness to another domain of consciousness, a sort of liminal state but still in-dream.
Updated 12-01-2015 at 04:12 PM by 1390
Pizza delivery guy
I am walking towards my house when I notice there's this dude following me. This scares me, and as soon as I reach the edge of my property, I take a sharp turn into the garden. And God forbid, he follows!
I consider my escape routes when he is suddenly too close, next to me. I look at him, and he has fair skin and blonde hair. He turns to me too, with a grin.
"So you're also going this way?" He says to me in a friendly way. At first I am confused, but it fades as I notice the pizza box he's carrying.
"Yes," I think I say "So you're the pizza delivery guy?" We don't ever order pizza, but in my dream I don't question this. Or why he is walking through my yard.
We enter my house. My mother welcomes him and takes the pizza. To my suprise, he follows us into the dining room and grabs himself a small, white plate from a stack on the table. He then proceeds to sit down next to me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
My family and I start eating the pizza, but the pizza delivery guy still has an empty plate. As I don't think this is polite, I pick of some of the topping of my pizza, 1/4 slice of cucumber and a salad leaf to be precise, and place it in front of him.
"Thank you for serving me." He says gratefully.
"Do you know Simen?" I say (Simen is a friend)
"You look like him." He seems older than my friend, but he has the same round face and child-like, warm eyes.
This is where my memory ends.
The abandoned post
My friend, Wendy, takes me and another one of my friends, Jenny, into an abandoned war post. The colours in the dream are very dark and grey-ish. There is still a war going on. Dolls are spread out on the floor. Wendy instructs me and Jenny where to hide when the nuclear bombs hit. She tells us leather will protect our skin, but wood will burn. I understand that the people who used to live here are dead - that the only thing that remains of their bodies is the heavy dust I am breathing in.
When we have settled, Wendy tells us that she had a relationship with an officer. She then talks about how one of her ovaries are clogged, and therefore it is very unlikely for her to get pregnant. She calims she is sterile, but I know she's lying, because somehow, I knew she once had an abortion. Then, I begin accusing her of things and promoting safe sex, without realizing the absurdness of the entire situation.
The dream then takes me into the past and I see her great grandmother, who also claims she is unable to have children. The great grandma is flirting with an officer. I then notice the red band around on of the arms of his jacked, and realize what this means..
The dream ends. All names are changed. ..
In the next dream I am accused of theft and vandalism by a person who is ripping off my friend. No reason to go into detail.
Note: Can't help but notice similarity between the War Post-dream and this: Deadly doll - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
Updated 03-21-2014 at 11:29 AM by 68198
(Sometimes I wonder what the heck my subcon. is trying to tell me)
I am shown a picture taken by soldiers during the war in Afghanistan. In the picture there's this broken, miserable child's doll. It is a bomb in disguise. On it's blonde hair it is written in blue marker: "WHAT I ..."
"They didn't know it was a bomb at the time the photograph was taken." The girl who is showing me the picture says.
It dawns upon me that the soldiers might be dead. I am wondering/ worrying about this as I wake up.
Updated 03-03-2014 at 07:06 PM by 68198
YES, LUCID! LucasPotter, thanks for passing some of that goodness my way just like I asked . Now this is more like it, dreams more bizarre / wild / wacky than last night. Got to bed 2 hours late, woke up for the final time 9 hours after bed. I went on a long fast jog/walk today to make sure I'm ready for lots of sleep tonight.
legend: comments, normal dream, lucid dream
00:00 Saturday 2013-10-19 (country)
02:05 bedtime at last, way off schedule of 00:00, couldn't be helped, had to heat the place. With the long day including intense exercise Friday morning (swam 1km in 30 minutes), I'm falling unconscious on my feet.
1) Whale friend, I'm holding on to him in the turbulent water, I don't want to get lost in the water. I'm scraping barnacles off of the whale with a knife, sometimes I mistake a tiny piece of the whale for a barnacle. The water is beautiful blue. The whale communicates to me a feeling of safety, he won't let me get lost in the ocean. I feel a great love for this whale. I'm looking all over the body for barnacles. I'm holding on to the whale's ear (!!).
F1) I waited a long time for someone to arrive.
F2) Playing guitar.
2) Mother says "What's that red thing on your neck?" I look in mirror (face fuzzy), don't see anything at first, look again, then see a large red blue black swollen area under my right jaw. Some blue veins running through it. I'm looking in the mirror confused by this (DS). I look on my body and I see dozens of brown marks, and then snails, snails everywhere. I open my shirt and see more snails. They're arranged in lines on my body. I pluck each on of them off of me with a "pop" feeling and throw them to the ground. (WL, went to dermatologist).
3) Video game in sister's old room in parent's house (DS) in liquid. JM (former work colleague) has constructed a video game system in my sister's room. The system contains liquid. It is not finished. He wants me to help him finish the system, to provide something. I don't want to do it, because I don't want him playing loud video games in my house. The system starts working and produces a deafening sound, everyone has to shout just to be heard. Some visitors arrive and are taking a tour of our house. They don't approve of the loud sounds. I take them into my old room where it's quiet to show them around. They like this much better. "That's much more like it" they say. There are two men and a women. One of the men is freakishly tall, like over 7 1/2 feet, his head is scraping the ceiling.
F3) Toby (PR guy from West Wing) arriving to meeting another guy at a restaurant. I'm sitting in a table opposite. He says to the other guy "are we here to chat or to chit-chat?" He doesn't want smalltalk, it's an important meeting.
F4) Say goodbye to STch (family friend), she doesn't even look at me or respond and just walks by with a disapproving look on her face. She doesn't approve that I think she's hot.
F5) Playing a water-filled video game system (different than the above one) with a woman. She says how it's her favorite game and has great graphics. We're looking at it and seems like plain/cartoon graphics. I see them, it's like slowly animating cartoons. She says they're good, "they're enhanced."
F6) Body parts in a mixer/blender.
09:07 temperature 10C
4) Consulting company (I work with them sometimes) is holding a seminar in how to make money as a freelancer (WL discussion). They recommend that one great way to make money is to sign up with the "Mr. Hensen" project. This is a man who is trying to map out every major league baseball (DS) stadium in the US so he can visit each one. They say we should use Google (calendar?) but unfortunately that doesn't integrate with Google maps so we have to do some work to provide the same functionality. Mr Hensen is standing in a baseball stadium, it's night and the lights are on. He's trying to visit each stadium in the country. Somehow he needs to pay a consulting company to make them out for him. I walk by him and he pats me on the shoulder and offers some sort of reassurance.
F7) There's a woman whom I like but she doesn't like me so I'm going to be alone tonight.
F8) I'm with people sitting in an open area. The people are out of focus to my right in my peripheral vision. I think "they're making a fire".
11:09 DILD #3!!
5) A group of people are dancing. One is a young lady, very attractive, short brown hair (DS) and brown eyes. All the people are doll (large) sized. Then I reach for the doll-lady, and I'm holding the lady/doll in between my hands, one hand on each side of her body on her ribs. (Her name is Allison?) I say "I understand that you're going to be dancing with this guy over here, but when you're done dancing with him, come find me ... " while I'm saying this she grows to be fully life-size, I continue, ".. and then we'll dance ...", I begin to pull her close to me, and say, "... or ... something! ..." and we start making out. As I'm kissing her my awareness slowly grows. and I become lucid. I know I'm dreaming. Continue kissing ...a few seconds later: "I'm dreaming," I think to myself. I'm calm, no running around for me this time. I have things to do, goals to achieve. But this is so nice... (continue making out)... I'm calm, I feel aware of my waking life, I know I should stop this to achieve some goals. I feel quite pleased with myself, I have achieved lucidity *and* I'm making out with a beautiful doll-lady. I have a feeling like I'm grinning/smirking (like the "Kirk Smirk" from Star Trek when Captain Kirk is especially pleased with himself at the end of an episode). Still making out, I think to myself "Do a reality check" and I become increasingly aware of my body in bed..., and my awareness slowly transitions from the dream into WL. I'm in bed with my eyes closed. I want to go back in to achieve some goals (yeah, that's the ticket, to achieve more goals...smirk...). I try to DEILD, I haven't moved and my eyes are still closed. My shoulder hurts from my position and my other hand has needles from numbness from the position. I try for about 2 minutes but I'm quite awake, I'm already in the 9th hour after bed, and I'm very uncomfortable so I figure I'm not going to make it and reach for my phone and journal the experience. I was making out the entire time of the LD up through waking up with lips still moving . Total elapsed time lucid, about 20 seconds.
11:46 temp 9C
Religion, Maranatha, group meeting.
PLUS meeting today instead of Sunday. Running, in a hurry. There's a hole on the ground. EM also joined. It seems she lives nearby. We were running along a street. I parkoured my way while facing on the tricycles head on. Bea? Talisay?
Cell phone. PC. Blue and red voodoo doll. A path of square stones in the park near our place. Green grass. I used the sim or microSD cards with music on the ground as a guide. Someone helped me.
There were a bunch of elf dolls. They could move and talk, and they would also sing Christmas songs if you played the piano for them. They looked kind of creepy, though, but I wanted one anyway.
School. University. A lot of talk. Discussion. A download 50.51%. Just outside. Stairs. Talking to someone. Turned evil. Killed him in a house. I carried him. He's my little brother. He turned into a lion doll. Talking to my subordinates.
i know, i know, there's probably a million creepy doll dreams on here but this one shook me pretty good. I didn't get back to sleep for at least an hour.
it was a very brief dream. I was visiting some old woman in a run-down old shack. Nobody i know in real life, nor did i recognize the house.
i was leaving and she said something along the lines of, "take a look at my little dolls." There were three dolls in her yard, sitting in a baby stroller. "can you tell which one is different," she asked.
The one in the middle had huge yellow cat eyes, and as i walked around it i noticed that they were following me.
I woke up.
Updated 06-28-2012 at 01:31 AM by 52660
I think this is one of those dreams where you've had so many dreams in a row that once you fall asleep you easily recognize you're asleep and dreaming.
Now with pictures!
I was with this slightly older, heavy-set guy. In the dream, we weren't together so much that he was like an older brother to me. He told me to come to the backyard with him because he had to show me something.
"It's in the woods, but you always played back there, Ash. So, it will be fine."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Hey! What? Don't worry."
I followed him into the sparsely crowded woods behind my father's workshop until I started to lag behind him.
"Hurry up, Ashley!"
All of a sudden, he vanished. Far too quick for someone who was just a little farther ahead.
Then, the realization hits me.
It is about time I had one of these. Although, I don't think this is what I had in mind...
Pleased, I gaze up at the woods and all the light brown leaves covering the ground. I have no interest in following this guy. He probably doesn't exist anymore to begin with. I turn around, eager to get away from the entire area.
No. The entire dreamscape itself.
I run toward this hill area near my father's building and jump, flying in the air. Funny, how this thing called flight comes so easily to me, yet I only use it for "emergencies" in dreams. I fly forward, past the ugly blue house I call home and decide to dream spin to another dimension. Realizing the consquences if I do not think of a place to be in, I vaguely think of a moor. I don't know why. I think I was thinking about my ancestors, but I don't even know if Scotland and Ireland have moors. Or whatever they are called these days. I read too much old literature to know or care.
Amyways, I spun. If you can call it that. It was more of a graceful, kind of floaty spin. Almost like a pirouette.
I found myself in a...white mansion by the rocky, green tipped edges of a pale grey sea.
I know it was white, because it felt like it was a white. I walked past several windows covered with beautiful white curtains floating in the breeze.
I had a sudden urge to go through a wall at this point. I had heard someone mention in the DV forum how you shouldn't think about the wall itself, but rather the destination. I thought of the word moor again, but I knew I wouldn't get this. How can I see what I have never seen?
Alas, I could not pass the wall. However, the window seemed rather welcoming.
I gently touched the glass pane with my right hand, never using force. I felt the glass turn to a goo, then it gradually succumbed entirely. I gazed out and looked upon a helicopter, a ship, and several cargo trucks by a seemingly endless sea. Some of the men had guns, but I don't think they noticed me. I wonder if they were guards for the mansion's owner.
I looked around, but everything was blurry, to my immense dismay. However...
Oh, yeah. That clarity thing...
I suddenly remembered to look at my hands. They and the scenery got clearer.
I did this several times until the quality of my dream was so detailed and I could the lines in my hands so well, it felt uncomfortable.
"Aw, what the heck. HD-Vision now!"
Okay. Clearest dream ever. Probably even clearer than real life. However, the guards noticed me and started to shoot. I ran away from the window and walked down the hall.
"Bastards. You're lucky I don't use you for my diamond castle."
I notice a door slightly ajar. Peering through, I see a woman with greying hair tied in a long ponytail.
"This is a story about the young master. About a time long gone. About a doll that became his dearest companion."
I looked to the left and saw another room, but one filled with forgotten memories. Yet, also with a sort of unforgotten sadness. There wasn't any death or evil here, but there was a feeling of what might have been. Suddenly, I felt my vision go out--I came as close as you can to fainting in a dream.
I heard voices, traveling further and further back.
Where am I going? Am I traveling in time or is this just me going to a different dreamscape?
These thoughts raced through my head as the grey-haired spoke to another person--I can't recall who.
"I'm sending her back in time. Maybe she will be able to talk to and warn the young master."
"But, her body is right there."
The woman smirked.
"In body, yes. In spirit, however, she is crossing time itself."
I heard nothing else.
I arose from the floor, slightly dazed, and not noticing the boy in a white seat faced away from me. I walked, or rather stumbled, into the other room. I looked around and didn't feel sadness, but a potential for it. I gazed over and saw a hideous doll with orange hair-no, it wasn't Chucky. I was a bit frightened, but gulped down my fear and walked over to the doll. Gently picking him up, I realized that the doll was alive. He looked at me and then looked around. I smiled at him and, as gently as I could, said,"Sweetie, I'm looking for your owner..."
I was startled to see that he had changed from a hideous doll to a cute one. I am guessing that no one except his owner treated him with kindness because of all this.
"I...I've traveled from very far away, yet not so far."
He looked interested and I gazed past the canopy bed behind us. Past all of the things that crowded the room. Past everything and anything.
"From a dream long gone. Or perhaps from a dream just beginning. Who knows what real life truly is."
I look back at him, and I see that he is intrigued.
"I'm not from this world. But, I assure you, I will help your friend. Regardless of what happened and how little I know."
He looked towards the other room and his gaze stayed there.
"He's over there?"
The doll nodded and I gently put him back in his little white rocking chair. I thank him and walk out.
I walk towards the round, white table and take a seat. Finally, I notice the orange-haired boy. The grey-haired woman is there as well, except her hair is a mousy brown.
"What are you doing here,"the boy asked. He is well aware I am not from the area or even that time.
"I'm from...Well, that isn't important. I think that woman wanted me to save you."
I pointed to the woman who now sat across from me at that white table and she nods.
"Yes, master. Something happens to you, and I sent this young woman to help save you."
Would you like to know why he needed saving?
Because, unfortunately, I was woken up!
NON DREAM DREAM LUCID
Wow...I haven't been on in forever. I'm so good at this "consistency" thing.
Anyways, I'm back, and I'll celebrate my return by posting a couple of recent dreams I've had!
I'm driving down the road with my mom, at an intersection that I recognize from real life. There are other people sitting in the back of my car, but I can't remember who they are (probably my brother and sister).
We're going on a trip to my best friend's aunt's house and staying there for the weekend (I've stayed at her aunt's house several times in real life, so nothing unusual here), but we can't find the place. After awkwardly driving around for a bit, I finally recognize our destination.
I point to the run down little house (looks absolutely nothing like my BFF's aunt's house in real life, but oh well) and say to mom, "Look! Right there!"
My mom kind of looks at the house questioningly and says, "That's her house? You sure?" I tell her that I am, and she drives the car onto their backyard.
I'm not sure exactly what happens in-between these two parts...it wasn't a dream switch, because pretty much the same story line was being followed, but I can't recall a lot of details. Anyways...
Somehow, a character from the show Supernatural named Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles) shows up. There are giant flies inside the house, and they were gross. Dean explains to me that they're demon bugs set out to destroy humans.
Anyways, I guess somehow I'm Dean's assistant or something, or at least that's what it feels like. Dean seems really angry or upset the whole time he's trying to get rid of these bugs, but he won't tell me what's wrong.
He goes outside into the backyard to try and exterminate the last of the bugs, and I follow him outside to help. He sees that I'm following him, and he turns on me angrily.
"No. Back inside."
I shake my head no. I'm going to help him whether he likes it or not. He doesn't say anything else, just points towards the house and keeps giving me angry looks.
I refuse to leave, and he sighs. He knows I'm not going anywhere. That's when a random woman (don't know who she was, she had wavy red hair, though) ran outside, followed by another character, Sam Winchester (Jared Padalecki).
Now other people are walking around the house, and we're trying to keep the whole 'bug' things under wraps. People are watching us from the house, and we kind of all just awkwardly wave and give them the thumbs up to assure them that everything is fine. We just want them to leave us alone.
I don't think we ever even stopped the bugs...they just sort of left. The atmosphere changed and everything was happier, like we had succeeded. I specifically remember hanging out with a ton of people in the house and laughing and having a good time, and Dean was actually happy. I could tell he like the family environment.
I remember him saying, "This is nice, isn't it? Y'know...being around people and stuff."
Then I wake into a False Awakening...
I'm laying down in the same spot that I fell asleep in. In real life, I had spent the night at a friend's house along with a couple other people. As I'm laying in the bed, I notice that I'm holding a baby doll in my arms. It's really creepily realistic and acts just like a baby. I shrug and say, "Huh, must have gone shopping in my sleep again." My friend is sitting next to me and reaches out to touch the doll's face.
The doll starts crying and goes, "You slapped me! You slapped me!". My friend looks at it in panic, because she barely touched it, and she doesn't know what to do.
I wake up for real, and I feel like I should still have the doll with me...
Good morning, everybody.
For anybody interested in time and dreams, I'm pretty sure that the first dream took place in less than one minute. I woke up to a police siren, fell asleep, had the dream, and woke up to another siren.
I was walking through a museum, along a second floor balcony overlooking a first floor kind of atrium area. It was probably night, and it seemed like more than half the lights in the museum were turned off. I may have been looking down to the first floor, to a few glass-cased displays along one of the walls.
I was now listening to some man, who was supposed to be the father, Bill Loud, from the 1971 reality show An American Family. But the man sounded a bit younger and a bit meaner than Bill Loud. He was complaining to someone about how one of his sons, probably Lance, was too into museums.
The man complained that now the son wanted the man to go to the museums with him. But the man said, "God, what makes him think I'm interested in going off to see a bunch of tropical colored, electrical fish?"
I now sat at a dining table at the back end of the balcony area. This part of the balcony extended, it seemed, into the main part of the second floor. There may have been a number of tables here. The table I sat at was long, able to seat eight or ten people. But the only other person at the table was Lance Loud, who sat directly across from me.
We sat mostly in darkness. The only light seemed to be coming from a kitchen area, behind me and maybe twenty or thirty meters away.
I had looked down to the first floor at some point. It was now like a movie theatre, including a ground level and a balcony. And it was packed. I knew now that the creators of An American Family had come out with a new documentary, possibly further documenting the life of the Loud family.
I thought of the creators of America as Frederick Wiseman, the great documentary filmmaker. But apparently Wiseman was actually twins. There were two Wisemans.
Lance was here for the premiere of the new Wiseman documentary. But it was kind of against his will. He kind of resented the Wisemans. He felt like the An American Family reality show had ruined his family. The Wiseman twins knew that Lance felt that way. And they resented Lance as well.
Lance was busy complaining to me about the Wiseman twins when they walked past us, heading toward a stairway down to the movie theatre.
The Wiseman twins looked nothing like Frederick Wiseman. They looked more like short versions of the psychic researcher Russ Targ. They had puffy, curly, grey hair, though most of their forehead was bald. They were square-faced, though their faces were a bit wrinkly. One of the twins wore a white sweater. The other one wore a black leather jacket.
As the twins passed us, one of them made a kind of rude remark to Lance in a deep, gravelly, but loose and relaxed kind of voice. The twins knew Lance didn't want to be here, and the twins didn't want Lance to be here.
But one of the twins saw that I was sitting with Lance. He had walked to the top of the staircase. But now he turned around and came back to Lance. In a relaxed, but courteous tone he told Lance, "We're having a ----- after the show. You're more than welcome to come."
The twin walked away. Lance said, really loud, so the twin could hear him, but in such a way as to sound like he was talking only to me, "Oh, like I'd actually want to go to something like that!"
The ----- was something like a viewing of behind the scenes clips from the documentary. This was supposed to be of great interest to a lot of the people who had been involved with the film.
There was a man in maybe his forties who was the father of a girl in her early twenties. The father had had the chance on a couple occasions to be around the girl's circle of friends.
The father felt like it was possible that one of the men in this group would want to marry the girl. The father didn't quite feel comfortable about this. The men seemed either like total screw-ups or like people who would kind of treat the girl in a mean way.
But the father decided that he needed to get to know the guys better before he jumped to such conclusions about them.
The father was now standing out on a driveway in the late afternoon. The father was white, with tan, tough skin and a square haircut of grey and white hair. He wore a white polo shirt. He was in shape, if not actually even muscular.
The father thought it was a stroke of luck -- one of the girl's friends, the one, it seemed, the girl was most interested, was standing in the driveway as well. The father could get to know the guy.
The guy was now standing before the garage. The garage door was open. An incandescednt light lit the garage. There was no car in the garage. But at the very front of the garage was a small shelf, on which sat a few doll-like girls' toys.
The guy was standing there, staring at the doll-toys and giggling to himself. I was kind of concerned for the boy. I felt like the father might think the guy was some kind of pervert for being so interested in girls' toys. But the father didn't feel that way. The father just thought the guy was artistic, interested in these toys for an artistic reason.
The father walked up to the guy to talk to him. The guy was a bit shorter than the father. He was pale white, about half bald, with short, disarranged hair on the rest of his head. He was a little chubby, and his flabby cheeks were dotted with stubble. He wore chunky, square eyeglasses and a too-big, blue-green t-shirt.
The guy, sensing the father behind him, turned around, while still giggling at the girls' toys. He found himself face to face with the father.
But the guy didn't feel he needed to acknowledge the father at all. He kept giggling about the toys, then turned off and to his right, walking toward and then into the front door of the house.
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