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.../I'm arguing with my dad about something, I'm getting angry with him for something I don't remember/...

* Unfortunately I didn't have a piece of paper at hand to write fast notes when I woke up from this first dream, there were a lot more but didn't want to wake up too much. I saw myself writing some notes, turning on the netbook, exploring different options, but always gave up because of the possibility of not being able to go back to sleep.

.../I'm in the old cafeteria at the university, I see the lady who served there and we talk about something. I'm hungry and ask her to give me something to eat and drink. It looks like it's late and there's no more. I got a glass of some fruit juice although I wanted a Coke. There's a piece of broken glass in it, I drink it anyway leaving the little piece at the bottom. I think I may go to the canteen, got some chicken from somebody first, I finish it before getting in/...

.../I'm getting back to another house from my university times, it's in front of a park, there are two women lying on the grass. They same to be half naked, and kiss each other. I see my wife on another grass spot, at first glance she looks like she's not covering her breasts, although when I get closer, she's lying face down. We talk something and get into the house/...

* That house uses to appear from time to time, now it has a third floor. Those days was just one floor on the ground.

* It wouldn't be a bad idea to put some recalling tools close to my bed, since these days I will have some more time

.../I met the lead singer and guitar of a band which lately I bought one of its albums. We start talking and I realize that we are the same sort of freaks. Apparently we have even the same psychological disorder and I notice that his t-shirt is dirt with food the same as mine. I'm amazed! Then his partner gets around and we decide that we can go to visit some underworld I know from previous visits. I can remember the smell of roses there, and I ask him if he remembers that smell, like vanilla I say. I'm hungry and wanna eat some pizza before we go there. I know the secret passage where we must go to get that underworld. I can see us slipping into the darkness and start crawling in search for some adventure. I'm fascinated with the possibilities. I think it would be fun if I can share the experience of visiting that underground place/...

* I fell asleep hearing the CD while I was taking a look to the booklet art.

* I remember some past scenes of that world where I have to crawl in the dark to get somewhere.

Two parts to this dream.

In the first part there is something to do with mini go-karts or remote controlled cars in a forest. Also a four room building where people rotate through the rooms or something.

Second part takes place in a city that's been destroyed, but I do not know by what. People are scrambling for supplies to survive. There is one train that runs through the center of town. I don't know where it goes but it frequently hits people crossing the tracks or people commit suicide by standing in front of it. I don't know where the terminal is because it never stops, even when it hits someone.

The buildings are mostly destroyed or empty and many people have gathered together in groups for survival, often attacking other groups to steal their supplies. I am on my own and every day I am afraid of being attacked or killed. One day two men armed with electric drills try to attack me but I am able to disarm them and get away. I run into a large building and find a doctor (A Middle Eastern man with white hair and a white goatee) there who is helping anyone he can and has a small shop where he lets people underpay for many things. Most of the food however is gone. His volunteers find crates of Kraft Dinner and Mr. Noodle Ramen and I trade a small green pencil and the promise of being a volunteer later for one of each. I have to argue with a Chinese looking lady at first, who I think is the doctor's whife, who wants to give me a small fist size ball of rice for the small amount of money I have, because she doesn't want to give me the boxes of food.

I set out from that place with my food hidden inside a garbage bag and forget my shoes and have to go back for them. It is dark and I don't know how I am going to get home in the dark and alone without being robbed or killed. Dream ends after I leave the doctor's store and head out into the darkness of the destroyed city.

I was in the old grocery store from my hometown with my brother, whom I had not seen since I was 18. He's been away for a long time, but he was there in the dream with me. We were buying a few things to go home and make a meal. I could see the isles very clearly and the items on the shelves. I can remember the cute little blonde working the register as we got ready to leave. I went ahead to the car. While I was in the parking lot, a starving white tiger snarled and came out from behind one of the parked vehicles, a white van.

I knew the tiger was hungry and looking for its next meal and found me. I backed away, putting a few of the vehicles between it and I, to where it couldn't see me. I wasn't stupid, I knew it could hear and smell me, but I knew it was important that it not see me getting away as I edged nearer the building.

The tiger rounded the corner and growled. As it began to circle me, I turned with it, keeping my back away. I made a lot of noise and acted bigger than it was, thinking maybe it would work like with bears. I knew it was too hungry to care, but I had to try something to keep what was sure to come from happening. But no, the tiger stood on its hind legs and swatted at me and I kicked it. So help me, I was fighting a friggin' tiger. Nobody was trying to help me, everyone was tucked away safe, except me. I remember thinking that very clearly. Followed by some not so nice thoughts about all those people, who were standing there recording it on their phones. I don't even think anyone called for help.

Anyway, there I was fighting this tiger. Yes, FIGHTING! A tiger! I remember thinking of all the stupid things I've done in a dream, this is the most exciting. It gave me strength. It kept me going. The tiger clawed up my leg pretty bad and decided to pounce. As it was airborne, I dropped to my back and pulled both my legs up ready to kick it. Time slowed. And I nailed it. Knocked the wind right out of the poor thing and me too. Even emaciated, it was huge, but I remember thinking the paws were too small.

I was able to think logically within the dream, but certain aspects of the dream were totally unrealistic, like being in the same old grocery store that had closed down, a white tiger in small town Tx, and me winning a fight with a hungry tiger.

4.01.2011

Feeding Time (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Darkness covers the deserted outpost. Grey walled, black roofed buildings, dot the area, each a relic of the past. Though, the architecture, old-west in style, seems to be the norm across this post-apocalyptic wasteland. Shuffling through the first floor of the Inn, my sisters and I cast shadows on the murky glass. They're coming. . .

“What's that movement? In the window,” a woman points and whispers through hushed sobbing. A group approaches from up the grassy, wet, dirt-laced hill. They haven't slept for days. I motion with my flesh-torn arm for my sisters to cease their movement, close to the door now, out of sight, we're in perfect striking range.

“You're hallucinating,” warns the portly man with a broken staff and scruffy shadow of a beard. He saw it too, but hunger, the possibility of food, and a lack of sleep disrupt his reasoning. Unsure as he approaches the loosely hinged door, he warns the others to stay back.

It's likely these people have never seen one of our kind before. Never had to fear our bloodlust, our thirst for human flesh. No, these poor travelers have no idea what's waiting for them, just inside the darkness. We have the advantage.

They're unlucky, really, terribly unlucky. We could have come to any world, any universe, in the hunt for our true prey. I never had to steal that alien craft in our home dimension; the resistance would have gotten along fine without it. Sure, some key leaders would have been executed, but the fight would have continued.

Instead, out of character, I took a risk, and here I am now, in another plane of existence, dead and rotting, kept moving only by a powerful virus, or magic, I can't be sure. My intelligence, my self, remains intact. A true zombie, I am not, but my craving, my need to feed. . . all too real. Even as I bite down on this man's fleshy leg, repulsed by the taste, the dirt, the grime, I can't stop biting, tearing, where the others can't see him, can't hear his muffled cries.

I really hate it when they don't shower.

This is the third dream I had on September 21st, 2009.


I am at Lake Whittaker, the trailer park my parents go to every weekend in the summer. The park looks as it did as I remember it when I used to go there regularily with my parents when I was younger. My parents and I are in our old 1986 Westfalia and are parked down the hill, a few lots away from our actual trailer in a lightly forested area. The forest is similar to the one my aunt was dragging me through in the previous dream. Many of the lots surrounding the one we are on are occupied and everyone is inside their trailers or cars because there is a large brown bear on the loose.

The creature is going from lot to lot roaring and scratching and shaking the trailers like it is trying to get in. When it comes to our Westfalia my dad tries to put it in reverse and drive away but the bear has no problem grabbing onto the vehical and keeping us in one spot. It shakes the van violently and almost flips it over before losing interest and walking over to another trailer and attacking it. Several men, including my father, sneak out of their vehicles and quietly make their way over to a creak to the left of where we are. There are men handing out semi-automatic weapons to kill the bear. Many people are armed and head back towards the lots where the bear was causing trouble but it is now nowhere in sight. I am relieved because, even though I was scared, I did not want to see one of nature's creature be injured or killed.

Some time has passed and the trailer park is still trying to recover from the bear attack. Trailers, vehicles and trees have been badly damaged and many peopler are still trying to clean up their lots and repair the damage done to their property. I am at the park by myself now as my parents and the Westfalia are gone. I am walking from lot to lot looking for large peices of wood, either as fuel for a fire or peices large enough to carve. I come across a lot where a medium sized, grey barked tree has been felled and a man who looks like a young Steve Smith (Red Green) is cutting it into sections. Beside his trailer lot is a cemetary containing small gravestones dating from recent times back to hundreds of years. The graveyard is surrounded by a low iron fence and much of it is covered in autumn leaves that have fallen to the ground. I look around a bit before I start helping the man section the tree but I have a small hatchet while he has a chainsaw.

The man's wife, a portly woman with short blond hair lights a coleman stove and cooks up some hotdogs. Many people come to eat but the woman doesn't offer the food freely and people have to pay. Apparently many people in the trailer park are starving because they haven't been able to get their own food because they have been too busy trying to make repairs their lots, or as the case with many of them, for some reason they do not know how to cook. I realize that I myself am very hungry but only have small change on me and cannot afford a hotdog. The dream gets blurry and I cannot remember a bit but there is someone about me freely giving what change I have to the lady, but not getting a hot dog, but not being bothered by it.

Because I am starting to stave I decide to go fishing in the lake. I stand on the shore at the boat launch and try to catch some fish, even small crappies because I am so hungry. Three or four people come down to where I am to watch me fish, hoping that I will give them some of my catch. I do catch three small fish and take them back to my trailer to skin and cook, but because I am not the greatest at preparing fish and because they are so small I do not get much meat off of them and what meat I have I give to some of the starving people in the park because they cannot fend for themselves and I feel bad for them.

I am starting to feel delerious because of lack of food and manage to capture three or four black cats that I noticed appear around my trailer. I calmly capture them, knock them on the back of the head to kill them (like you would with a fish) and start skinning them like I would a fish. After skinning them and cooking the cats I eat my fill of meat and have enough to share with some other hungry people. In the back of my mind I am appalled at what I have done, but another part of my mind thinks that it was okay to kill and eat the cats because I was starving. I do not feel too upset though at what I have done but I remember wishing that things could have turned out differently.


The dream ends there.