Thread: Centaurus A's Dream Journal

January 15, 2009

The Flight
Non-lucid

This dream started out really weird. Sorry for not being very discriptive, I am still learning to recall. So I don't remember all the visuals.
I appeared in a vast round Prairie with the outskirts surrounded by the woodlands. I remember looking down and noticing that my foot was partually cut in half. I could see all bone, blood, and ripped muscles everywhere. I acknowledged the wound but didn't think anything of it. No pain what-so-ever. The some older man came along and treated me for the wound. I remember thinking that the man looked very wise. When he was done treating the wound, he taught me how to levitate. He showed me of people who used levitating for the good of man and for very practical reasons. I picked up the art very quickly and started flying around. It felt so cool to fly on my side just like the Blue Angles fighter jets.
So, I decide it was time to go home, or should I say fly home! I flew quite a distance stying near ground not once going above 100 yds. However, halfway there I remembered the old man saying that once the sun starts to fall, you will too. Just as the thought passes through my mind...I fell. So I had no choice but to improvise and use my feet. I ran as fast as I could to my house because I fear what may lurk in the dark.
I finally arrived to my property and realized my house being rebuilt and I had no where to stay. My house was still in the skeleton stages and for some odd reason was no taller than 3 ft. How frustrated I had become! Then I suddenly remembered I could sleep at my parents house. I suddenly appeared in their house on the couch. Comfort overtook me and I made it home before the darkness could defeat the sun. Then the dream ended.

February 1, 2009

Dogs + Racoon + Porch = Chaos
Non-lucid

I was at a friends house helping repair their screened-in porch. To access the porch you had to go through their backdoor which had a glass and screen door. When I first entered the dream, I appeared on the back porch with my friends. I looked through their backdoor and noticed my dog climbing on their dining room table. I couln't believe what I was seeing! My dog is a mixed chow/rotwieler and so she clumbsily got up there. I opened the door to yell at my dog to get down. However, as yelled at the dog to get outside, my dog became a racoon. The racoon was competely terrified and ran back outside.
Then the racoon sat on my friend's grill and angrily stared at me. His eyes were deep black like the lifeless eyes of a great white shark. Since I didn't know whether the racoon had rabies, I decided to entice the dogs inside and trap the racoon. I used the screen door to let the dogs in. One by one the dogs came in. However, just as quickly, the dogs reappeared on the back porch. I sat for a moment thinking about why the dogs kept getting on the back porch. Of course!, dad, who was helping us repair the porch, kept leaving the front door open. I told him to make sure he closed the front door everytime he used it. I tried letting the dogs in again. Hoever, the previous cycle repeated and I finally gave up. That's when the racoon...suddenly disappeared. [I hate when that happens! Things just appear then disappear in my dreams!]
I then looked past the screened in porch and saw acre of torn landscape. [Not sure what that was all about.]

February 3, 2009

Computer Program
Non-lucid --> Partial rememberance

I appeared in my campus at the bookstore. I walked up to the bookstore counter and asked if the school is still giving out the computer program from my last class I took. The employee told me that I would have to buy the program from the publisher but every once and a while they offer the program for free. That's all I remember. Pretty boring! lol.

February ?, 2009

Chemistry Screams!
non-lucid

notes:
In real life, I had taken this course previous semester. What happened in this dream somewhat happened in real life. Same professor, different student.

I walked into my Chemistry professor's office (which for some odd reason was my bedroom.) My map was replaced by a dry-erase board and my bed was replaced by computer chairs. Several students were currently sitting in the computer chairs while the professor helped them fill-in a crossword puzzle. The professor turned around and welcomed me in and I stood seeing there where no chairs left. I only remember one of the several students in his office. The student was very overwieght, had glasses, and a very dark, black mustache and beard. Not very long mustache and gotee but definetly not the 5 o'clock shadow.
The professor continued on the crossword puzzle. Then obese student said something to the professor. I am not sure what the student said, but whatever it was, the professor was furious! The professor got in the students face and began yelling in a low voice (if that makes any sense). The professor then whispered something in the student's ear. But I couldn't make out what he said. The professor backed away and the student had wet eyes and tears began to roll down his cheaks. The obese student looked very scary and scrappy looking so I was worried the kid was going to go postal on us.
I wanted to say something to the guy but I didn't know what to say. Instead a I grunted by accident. The professor heard me and asked me to repeat what I had just said. He thought I was speaking back to him in defense of the student. However, nothing came out because I couldn't repeat anything. I didn't know what to say in the first place. The professor by this time was enraged with anger. That's when I woke up.

In real life, the student was yelled at in the lab and the professor did not make a scene in front of the class. I also did not say anything, so the professor never yelled at me. However, the student did start crying.

Febraury ?, 2009

Alligle
non-lucid

Oh, great! My dad had let the dogs out again! Just like always, he left the front door open and our two small inside dogs had gotten out. I ran outside to get them before they ran into the woods. As I went to grab them, I noticed a huge eagle with the face of an alligator perched upon our pole barn roof. I grabbed the dogs before the creature noticed the dogs. This was the first time I sucessfully captured my dogs before they were harmed in my dreams.

Notes:
This style dream occurs very frequently. The dream definitely has a correlation to a situation which occurs too frequently. In real life, my dad always lets the dog out and I have to go find them. Just yesterday (Feb. 15), my dad left the backdoor open and JJ got loose. For about twenty minutes I searched the woods for JJ with the flashlight in one hand and the other puching aside the braches of the baby oak trees. I finally heard JJ's distinct bark, jumped the neighboor's fence and followed the bark. I finally caught the glimpse of two radient eyes in the beams of my flashlight. Because it was dark, JJ had no idea who I was. So he barked at me and ran further away. During this whole ordeal, I was thinking one thing...I hope a pit-bull doesn't blind-side me or the neighbor doesn't put a bullet through my head! I finally convinced JJ it was me and grabbed him while I had the chance. Of course finding my way back home was no problem, I visually remembered the path I took. I hope my dad learned a lesson...I doubt it!

February 15, 2009

Basketball
non-lucid

I was playing basketball for a co-ed team. The game was being played in a large, closed-in gym. The lighting wasn't all that great; so some parts of the gym were very dim. one of the girls on the opponent's team was cheating, so we found a way to foul her out with a technical. My teamate then shot our three freethrows for the TF. She missed the first two then made the third shot. Then I woke up. [I really need to learn how to LD, these dreams are so boring!!!!!]

February 16, 2009

?
I am not sure what the dream was about. During the night I record my dreams with a cassette tape. I either said "Chicken Wrap" or "Chicken Rap." Either way, it sounds dumb and childish. Whatever.

Granny's Got a Pistol!
non or semi-lucid Not sure.

I was walking by a well light warehouse in the jungle during the day time. There was a high traffic of people walking by the warehouse as if we were in a big city. While I was walking, a man dressed like an old woman walked past my partner and I. At first she blended in with the crowd. But with a second look, I noticed a pistol in her coat.
From that point we chased the old lady from the docking port into the warehouse. (The warehouse did not look like a normal warehouse, but a large open space with little places to hide. The walls were a dark blue with a gray concrete floor. It actually felt a little cozy in there...weird.) While we were shooting at each other, the granny took off her disguise. She was actually a man. After several minutes of firing back and forth, we ended up ceasing fire and approaching each other cautiously. The man began taunting me. Something about the NFL and Godell. I'm not sure how this was taunting, but somehow I got angry at him.
Then, BAM! He shot me right in the stomach. (I think this is were I have a semi-lucid dream. I was able to control my thoughts but not my actions.) I knew that I was already shot, so I decided to attack the man anyway. As I charged him, I grabbed him, shoved my gun into his stomach and fired. That was not enough, so I fired into his chest. Then I spun him around and placed the muzzle to his neck spine. He was still alive, so I needed a cool ending line. I decided to be funny and parody family guy (when Peter kills Stewie). I waited a second to dramatize and then said aloud for all to hear, "It's just been revoked!" Then I fired. Everyone around me was either laughing or held a funny face confused at my last line. Then I woke up.

February 17, 2009

I couldn't remember my dream.

February 18, 2009

I know I had a dream this morning, but I was running late for class. So I wasn't able to lay and recall my dream.

February 19, 2009

Dumb alarm clock screwed up my dream recall this morning. It seems that everytime I use the alarm clock, my dreams become fragmented or disinigrate before I can copy it down. I've heard that using a cell phone to vibrate is a good idea, but I don't have a cell phone. (College is not cheap! I have to make sacrifices.) I don't like taking naps, but maybe I'll try the WILD method when taking a nap. I just want to have a real LD and not a somewhat LD.

February 20, 2009

The Caverns of Disbelief
non-lucid

I was in a school house surrounded by woods. For ages some of the children have been searching for a cavern full of iron. However, most of the children did no believe there really was a cavern full of iron. (There is a gap here because I forget the middle. so I'll skip to the end.) I claimed to have found the cavern (which I really did.) However, the kids did not believe me. So, I ran into the woods with my friend. Her and I looked across the woods and noticed the school kids so upset over us claiming that we knew where the iron was. So they started to bull rush us with intent to kill. Her and I only had one option left, run to the cavern to prove them wrong. My friend and I dashed across the woods, into a cave, and dove into the cavern just in time. All the school children looked in amazement turing on their flashlights to see clearly. (This is when I missed an obvious dream sign.) Muhammad Ali then approached both me and said "I still don't believe this is full of iron. Then I walked through some caverns to find some iron I had found earlier. I returned to Ali and put the iron carving in his hands. He inspected the iron and nodded in agreement. This is when I woke up.


Ex-Cop Shootout
Non-Lucid
I can't remember why I got into a fire-fight with an ex-cop. I just remember being a current law-enforcement officer and an ex-cop started shooting at me when I entered her house. While we were firing at each other, we both called a truce. I put my gun down and she shot me. That's all I remember. [This type of dream happened earlier in the week. I wonder what this means.]

February 21, 2009

Gasing Conspiracy
non-lucid

Three friends and I were at a Gas Station discussing the future of our school club. [Weird because I haven't been in the club since high school and the three friends were never in the club.] While we were talking, I continually got distracted by the walls. The walls were being painted purple and had white tape across the wall. Everytime I said a sentance, I would stop for a second and say something about the wall like, "Hey that's a cool color." or "nevermind, that is going to look very crappy." After discussing the future of the program for a while, I looked outside and noticed my car door was open. I went outside to close the door and noticed my other doors were opened. I closed all the doors, got in my vehicle, turned on the car, and shifted to reverse. However when I tried to back-up, the brake pedal was stuck and I couldn't stop. Someone had messed with the brakes. [And I knew someone did, but I still turned on the car.] There was a car behind me. [which is what the guy who messed with my car wanted me to hit.] Then my three friends yelled at me to stop the car. I slammed on the brakes and stopped the car before I hit the other car. [Which makes no sense because the car brakes weren't working a few seconds ago.] A sense of relief overcame me. Then I woke up because my phone rang.



Also to note from last night:
I tried WILDing last night and ended up falling asleep. Soon I will WILD!!!!

February 22, 2009

I remember waking up and being completely disgusted and intentionally did not write down the dream so I would forget. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Smash the Puppy
non-lucid

Notes: I love animals! Therefore this dream makes no sense. I hated this dream so badly!

I was in this cave (which was light decently) and started to slam the shovel on the puppies heads. Everytime I killed two of them, I went to the next stage (like a game.) However, on one of the stages, the puppies wouldn't die. They just sat their moaning and whimpering while I tried to crush them. Then I woke up. I hate this dream so bad!!!!!!! [Now I just need to figure out the meaning of this dream. I know there has to be a meaning! I'll post my thoughts later.]

February 23, 2009

note: I've had trouble remembering my dreams the past few days and I can only remember fragments. I think it's because I'm stessing out for this Calculus test I have tomorrow! I'm sure after the test, I'll remember my dreams more vividly. Wish me luck!


Affection
non-lucid

I remember talking to this girl at a college (other than the one I attend.) I could tell we both really liked each other. We discussed different ideas and shared stories. Then she noticed she was late for class. Since it was the first day of classes, she had no idea what room the class was being held in. So I helped her search for it. That's all I remember.

February 24, 2009

My whole sleeping pattern was knocked off last night. I have a Calc test and a speaking engagment. So I need to get some good sleep. Therefore, I was unable wake up during or just after REM. No dreams tonight!

February 25, 2009

I think I was too tired and stressed causing my dream recall to suck this morning. I am going to bed early today to catch up on some sleep. I am physically and mentally drained.

March 1, 2009
non-lucid

Yay, my dreams are coming back! (just not too vividly)

Thrift Shop in the Mall
I was in this thrift shop in a mall [that I've never been in before.] Anyway, my Mom and I walked into the thrift shop and found some College Football Jerseys on sale. My brother is a huge fan of the jerseys we found. I wondered if my brother would want them even though they had holes in the shoulder area. The jerseys were a great price of $3.99! As I thought about that, my brother appeared right next to me. That's all I remember.

Notes:
After hitting a dry spell, I finally remembered a dream. Some important notes in this dream. 1) My brother didn't come with us to the mall. Therefore, there was no way of him appearing next to me. I need to remember to RC when this happens...or RC in every dream to start with. 2) When I woke up I remembered conversations word for word. This means my Dream Recall has improved termendously. 3) The jersey is $3.99! Several Points stem from here. I remember numerical values meaning my DR has improved. Now, the important part. The value never changed in my dream! I thought they were suppose to change everytime you looked at written languages or numerical value! I'm confused...

March 2, 2009

I'm Late, I'm Late for an important...what?
non-lucid

Note before dream:
My mom and I car pool together to save gas. (Allows more money for dates!) Anway, she warned me I better not wake up late again or she will leave me. That means I would miss work and class...not good. So onto the dream!

Alarm clock began winning off. (false awakening) I looked over at the clock...6:00 am, ok. I've got 1 hour to get ready. So I was off to change my clothes. I selected a new outfit I purchased recently (not really). It was a white shirt with a green logo in the center with white pants and green boxers... yeah, a bit weird. Whatever! When I put the clothing on, the green boxers stuck out of the white pants. For two hours I tried to change my clothes, but was completely unsuccessful. Everytime I tried to change, I tripped over or weird sounds came from somewhere in my room (these sounds distracted me, but didn't scare me.) Finally I glanced at the clock to see the time. 10:00am...crap! I'm in sooo much trouble. Fortunantely my mom was still here, but she was enraged. Then I woke up (maybe out of fear I would be late! lol). I woke up at 6:00am, no I wasn't late this time and I did not put on the same stupid outfit!

Notes:
When I wake up in the morning I will start doing RCs. That way when I have a false awakening, I will RC, and induce an LD! btw, got an A on my Calc exam! YAY!

March 4, 2009

Study!!! You have a test today in...Day Care?

I was working at a day care. The children are no older than 5 years old. Yet each one was studying for tests. The day care workers were forcing the children to learn and test on subjects such as Trigonometry. The kids seemed very stressed out and unhappy. That's all I remember. Perhaps this correlates with midterms right now? lol.

March 5, 2009

I can't remember my dream. It was very fragmented because I had to wake up at 5:00am (Normally I wake at 6am). We had a mid-term in ethics at 7:30 today and I live an hour away. So it's a very long drive. Good news though. Got a 96 on that Ethics Midterm!

March 10, 2009

Yay! My dry spell finally ended. I wasn't sure If I'd ever dream again! lol.

Confusing Death of Life
Non-Lucid

It all started when I appeared in a house. Apparently a friend’s house, which in real life I don't even know. Anyway, both of her parents were in wheel chairs. They rarely spoke or came out of their room. They almost divorced when they were younger but they decided to stay together. That’s all I knew.

My friend approached me asked me to build a slide for her child. I agreed because I enjoy constructing things and seeing children happy. The slide was one of those big while closed tube slides you see at most water parks. I thought to myself "Great work! This is a masterpiece!" I rode the slide down to ensure it's satiability. Yup, very stable and I let the children play one the slide. My friend began talking to me when I noticed a burned down house out in the woods.

I began walking toward the house observing it's structure. Although the house appeared burned down. The house was not burned to the ground. A good portion of the wooden frame was still erect, just over taken by green weeds and vines.

As I approached the house a noise came from inside one of the rooms. I climbed into the house to investigate. As I approached the room a huge body screamed and began to chase me. Startled, I sprinted towards the doorway and dove outside. [I dove because the doorway had strips of wood across to keep people out. The body would not pass the doorway, but instead sit there and stare at me. I noticed the thing could not exit the house, so I began to study the creature.

It had long brown hair, the body was naked without any clothing. It didn't need clothing though. The creature appeared burnt, charred as if it was left for dead in a fire. It's eyes were piercing and unburned. It's skull protruded areas of the burnt skin. This style appeared everywhere on the body, bone sticking outside of the burnt skin. That's when it hit me. That creature was the woman in the wheel chair. I sat for a while longer thinking, "Why is the women in the wheel chair charred to a crisp, yet she is still alive at my friends house?"

I trekked back to the house looking for my friend. When I found her, I told her what had just happened. She told me that years ago, her dad tried to lock her mom in the closet and burn down the house.
That's when my dream ended. I'm not exactly sure what this dream means or what dream signs appeared.


Eye of the Cheetah
non-lucid

I walking to a friend's house out in a hilly prairie during the day time. I looked similar to a savanna out in Africa. While I was walking to the friends house, I noticed a cat on top of a fence. I followed the cat's eyes and spotted a cheetah just below him. The cheetah hasn't noticed the cat yet and is lazily walking around. My instincts told me to join the cat and hid on the fence. [Sometimes instincts lead you in bad directions!] I jumped onto the fence for safety. The portion of the fence I was using had a big oak tree next to it.

I sat on the fence for a while, but the cheetah wouldn't leave. It was getting extremely uncomfortable and I readjusted. The movement caught the cheetah's attention. The cheetah came over to my side and tried to climb the big oak tree to get me. That's when the my fence broke and I fell to the floor. I grabbed on the white sticks from the fence and began waving it in the face of the cheetah to keep it away. Slowly I crept towards a friend’s house while trying to keep this monstrous cat away.

Once I got close to the friend’s house, the cat jumped in front of the cheetah. The suicidal cat began to attack the cheetah by biting it in the ear, running onto the other side and biting it in the ear again. I seized this opportunity and sprinted towards the friends front door. I opened the door, jumped inside and watched the cat and cheetah fight.

Suddenly, the cat sprinted towards the house. I held the door open while the cat leaped in and then slammed it on the face of the cheetah. The cheetah circled outside the door, waiting, listening for me to exit the house. Day had fallen and night became triumphant.

My friend welcomed us, and he was grateful we survived. As he welcomed us, another friend of his entered the house using the front door. The dumb girl had let the cheetah in! For some strange reason I thought she was the cheetah. My friend and I argued over whether or not she was the cheetah. So I took out my knife and slit her throat. My friend looked at me strangely and once again informed me that she was not the cheetah. It suddenly hit me that she wasn’t the cheetah. All three of us laughed and I apologized to her. Slitting her throat did nothing to her, no pain, no death.

Now our attention focused on the cheetah. He was in the house, by the front door trapped by a couch. We scrambled to stack boxes to further trap the cheetah. We decided to leave the house and search for a shotgun. One friend took the hills of the savanna by foot while the cat searched around and behind the house. The friend [who’s neck I had slit] wanted to go down the road with her jeep and ask around for a weapon. I figured it would be safer to go with her. After all she does have the car!

When we started driving into town, I realized how important it was to kill this oversized cat. There was a party my friend was holding that night and hundreds of people were attending the party.

March 11, 2009
partially-lucid

Hello, it's a bomb! Duh!!!

I just finished competing in a science competition at Warner Robins with my friend Jeramiah. It was time to fly back home and relax. Jeramiah and I walked over to the terminal’s buffet to grab something to eat before we left. While he ate the buffet, I heated up my own lunch I had brought with me. When my lunch finally finished heating up, the intercom announced that our flight is leaving early. So Jeramiah and I raced over to the tarmac to board the plane. Jeramiah went ahead and boarded the plane while I finished eating my beefaroni. I then entered the plane to find little Seating in the compartment. There were no chair, so people just sat on the ground without seat belts. There were about twelve people in the room. When I walked in and sat down, I noticed the ceiling was extremely low forcing me to put my head down. I glanced around and noticed everyone else was sitting perfectly fine.

I thought for a second and remembered that Jeramiah is extremely claustrophobic. I looked around and noticed Jeramiah was missing. I searched the plane to find a large conference room. That’s where my friend was hiding. He couldn’t stand the closed in area and went to another location. Just then the plane hostess told us to exit the conference room, enter the small room, and buckle in for takeoff.

As we entered the smaller compartment a white bum looking man with a medium sized box entered. Everyone looked at him with little suspicion of his box. Then he proclaimed to all, “This isn’t a bomb! I’m telling you this isn’t a bomb! I’m innocent!” All around the box he wrote in permanent marker: PEAS, CARROTS, APPLES, BANNANAS, FRUIT, VEGETABLES, STRAWBERRIES, COCONUTS…ect. This should have set an alarm off to everyone; however, I was the only one worried. While he wasn’t looking, I glanced into the box to find a smaller package. Instantly I became skeptical.

I grabbed everyone’s attention saying, “Everyone, I think this guy has a bomb!” The guy started arguing with me. He said “How can this be a bomb? I do not have a bomb! This is not a bomb!” Everyone started at me with disbelief. Their eyes called me a fool, idiot, and a moron. However, I knew I was right! I glanced over to Jeramiah and asked if he believed me. He nodded his head no. I felt betrayed and asked to leave the plane before takeoff. My friend did not follow, but remained on the plane.

I exited the plane and thought about how I was going to get home. I had no money with me, and wasn’t allowed to board another plane. I had relatives nearby, so I would later call them. First I needed to set outside the terminal to clear my head. Walking outside I remembered someone at the competition telling me to watch out for a man on my plane. He said the man would try to harm everyone. At first I didn’t believe him. Of course, he was right! It doesn’t matter though. I am alive, but everyone else is dead. I was overcome with sorrow.
I walked towards the buffet in the terminal. Something caught my eye. People with green shirts…the passengers from my plane. [In my dream, it is understood that a green shirt means they have been rescued.] I approached one of the passengers and asked what happened. He said I was right, the guy had a bomb and was going to blow them up. He said, “One of the female passengers kicked the s*** out of the guy and opened the package to find a bomb!”

That’s when my dream began to fade out and for a split second I became lucid. I noticed my dream was disappearing and tried spinning in circles but failed. My dream ended and I woke up.

March 12, 2009

Fragments. I wrote them down, but now I can't find the paper I wrote it on.

March 14, 2009
Non-lucid


Showered with Glass

The sun was just settling in the west. The horizon surrounded by green pine trees. I looked around to find myself in a unique town. The town consisted of closely place houses, factories, and mobile homes. No roads, no cars, just sidewalks. I was here to see a friend. I remember meeting with him earlier in the day and now I am out for a walk.

I began to observe my surrounds to become familiarized with this community. I am surrounded by mobile homes, one house, and a factory behind the house. The house was not spectacular sight. The living room had glass windows that looked more like glass walls. The rest was encased in while panel so not to reveal the contents of the house. [I can't remember what the mobile homes looked like]

The air felt weird as if something disastrous was about to begin. I gazed at the sky and studied the movements. The sky is engulfed by a purple atmosphere but not clouds in the sky. However, there appeared to be gray specks of an unknown substance swirling in the sky, just spinning slowly, beginning to tighten up, then spin faster. I glanced at skies to my north just beyond the factory. Once again, the same sight. Only these specks already formed their characters...tornados.

Panic struck deep within me. The common phrase "Place to hide! Place to hide!" entered my head. I was in an unknown town, surrounded by mobile homes and a huge factory. These structures would be demolished...but the house! I sprinted to the house noticing a ill placed tree next to the glass of the house. I worry the tree with penetrate the house and possibly strike me.

I continued to run to the opposite side of the house to find a door...there it is! A slight sense of relief began to...crap! What I thought was a house on one side, was really a mobile home! With no time left, I opened the door, leaped in and quickly observed the interior of the mobile home. To my left was the glass living room, to my right was a wooden hallway and doors. I ran to the right all the way down the hallway. It was a kitchen...not a safe place to hid! I went back to the hallway and began opening doors, each of them a large open room, but no bathroom! If I could only find a bathroom, I could grab a mattress, hid in the tube and put the mattress over me...but no luck.

The house began to rumble, the tornado already touched ground. No time to continue searching, so I ran over to the kitchen again. I looked to see if I could hide in the cabinets or in a closet. [They are more structurally sound] No cabinets that I could fit in, so I ran to the corner and ducked in the tornado position. The walls began to shake and kitchen utensils struck the floor. Dirt and ceiling material began to strike my back. Everything crumbled. For some unknown reason, the thought “I need to get out of this kitchen!” Went through my head. So I followed my thoughts and ran out to the hallway. All the bedrooms had been destroyed and the kitchen was swept away from right behind me. I ran to the living room (which was still intact) and hit right next to the couch.

Suddenly, a shower of glass pelted, showering like the rain in the Monsoon seasons. The structure of the house cracked, bent, and twisted in its horrific death. The house shook furiously as the roof and tin (which once held glass windows) crashed to the floor. Incredibly nothing struck me from the collapse. It felt as if this tornado’s only intentions was to murder me as the house violently. Then, without warning, the crying winds stopped, everything calm once again! I got out of the stance and tried to study my surroundings. I couldn’t…the debris covered and embraced me.

Like a military crawl, I exited the house without a scratch, nothing injured me. I sprinted over to my friend and asked him about the tornado. He was confused and replied something along the lines of “What are you talking about? That didn’t happen over here.”

That’s when I woke up.


Note:
I had another dream, but I can't remember it.