Thread: Oneironaut's Submissions

Submissions for November
(again, for the Submissions forum, the entire dreams don't have to be posted in full, just as long as you at least leave a link to the dreams that are being submitted, and tell us exactly which ones they are, even if just by title alone. I just posted these, in full, as an example. All of the ones I post after this will be just the Dates, Titles and Links)

11/13/2007
Dream Two:
”Slime Trials”
http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...&postcount=401
This was a really weird dream. I was with a group of people that seemed to be (along with myself) either Heroes or Matrix type characters. I can’t really remember which. It seemed to switch back and forth, as the dream went on, really. We were being herded through a huge blue and white hallway that looked like it was either made out of diamond or ice. We were obviously being detained. The hallway ended, and we came to a massive, underground cavern. It was well lit, but obviously deep within the earth. In the center of this cavern was a large, silver disk that covered much of the floor, with hieroglyphics etched all over it.

Come to find out, we were being put on trial for some reason that I can’t remember, and the “committee” (or whatever you wanna call it) was seated on this massive disk. At one point, I had to walk away from my group, and remove all of my weapons, (I was carrying some sort of weird pistol) and place it in a glowing box, then walked back over to the group. During the proceedings, I had gotten tired of just standing there, so I decided to sit down. As I sat, someone in my group said “...I don’t think you wanna do that,” and pointed to the ground. That was the first time that I noticed, everything was covered in slime. I mean a lot of it. There was a good inch of this brown/translucent goo that covered the entire cavern. Only then, did I also notice that the people that had put us on trial were covered with it too. I got up and wiped the back of my jacket (I was wearing a long black coat) long strings of this slime trailing from my coat to my hand.

As the trial went on, I could see people coming down out of the caves. This was obviously the entire community of these slime-covered cave-people, and they didn’t seem all that happy. They came down from the numerous caves and surrounded us, interrupting what was, once, an orderly trial. My entire group banded together, and these people – who were much more primitive than the ones holding the trial (which made them all the more intimidating) – began poking and prodding at us, with a scary sense of defensive curiosity. The children kept trying to get a hold of us, and the adults seemed like they would just as soon shy away from us, as they would slip into a rage and bash our heads with rocks. The shit that they were covered with was just so foul that I remember I had to strain myself not to throw up.

In the middle of the slight chaos, I noticed that the young girl in our group (who kind of reminded me of Claire from Heroes seemed to be missing. I scanned the crowd and saw her lying on her back with one of the slime-children crouched over her, as if he were giving her mouth-to-mouth. I pushed my way over to them and could see that he was actually vomiting what looked like gallons of thick, muddy slime from his mouth into hers, and it was suffocating her. Strangely enough, there didn’t even seem to be any malice in him. It was just like some animal playing with a toy or something, the way just stared, kinda…indifferent. I pushed the kid out of the way and the others in my group helped keep the crowd back. The girl was already unconscious and, with her mouth hanging open, I could see that it was completely full of this slime, which was probably well down into her lungs. The last thing I remember is trying to give her CPR (chest-compressions…I couldn’t bring myself to give her mouth to mouth. ), but I wasn’t able to revive her before waking up.

11/14/2007
”I am..the Violator!!!”

(Same Link as above)
This was just badass.
I was the evil Clown from Spawn. I was sitting around a table on a balcony with a bunch of other villains from the Spawn series, and we were just shooting the shit; talking about whatever the hell it is evil characters talk about, when they’re not in the spotlight. Through this entire dream, I was right on the threshold of lucidity: I had complete control of myself, and was aware that there was some strange “fantasy” aspect of all of this, even though I couldn’t pinpoint the fact that I was dreaming.

While we were talking, somebody at a table near us said something about us. We were all in our “normal” transformations, and no one outside of us would have any idea of what lies beneath. I answered the guy back in an amused, but obviously evil sneer, feeling the evil in even my own facial expression as I grinned. Being this fat clown, I told the guy something about how he should keep his mouth shut, and that looks could be deceiving, but he kept running his mouth. Finally, when a fight was eminent, this guy stood up and sort of transformed (but I can’t remember what he did) somehow revealing that he was a superhero, like Spawn, himself (but not) and had awesome power.

A fight broke out, some of the villains at my table rushing this guy. They all flew over the edge of the balcony and down into this large metal pit. At first, I watched them from the railing; inhumanoids jumping around, clawing, scratching, punching, kicking and throwing energy blasts at each other. Still being (only partially) lucid, I figured about what would be the most Violator-ish way of getting down there (it was weird in that, in a sense, I knew I was playing a character, and none of this was actually really, but I didn’t realize that this was just a dream. I don’t usually have that state of lucidity). I remembered how the Violator, in the movie, could travel through solid objects, like walls, and all you see is some string-like energy. So I crawled down onto the beam below me, and sort of melted into it, imagining myself moving down through the metal of the beam. When I got to the bottom, I poked my head out first, and then the rest of my body, stepping out into the pit. When I got down into the pit, I transformed (just as the Clown does) into the huge demon that is the Violator’s true form. I could feel my body stretching, my nails elongating, the huge scorpion-like stinger stretching out of my back. It was cool as hell. I could feel myself getting more powerful as I turned into this…Thing, and I joined in the fight.

This hero guy was no joke, though, he was taking us all on, like 3 vs. 1, but it was pretty even, all around. No one side really ended up getting the upper-hand over the other. It was absolute chaos, though. At one point, one of the villains held his hands over his head and created this huge orb of energy. He brought it down like a hammer to crush the good guy. The good guy saw it coming and crossed his forearms over his head to defend. The force actually pushed the good guy down into the ground, making a crater beneath his feet. Had he not seen it, he would have surely been crushed, but when the villain removed the orb, since it had no effect, the good guy stepped out of the hole like nothing happened, and continued fighting us.

11/17/2007
"Deja Vu"

http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...&postcount=407
Another dream of dieing, last night.
I was in a house with about three other guys; friends of mine, in the dream, but nobody that I can really recognize from waking life. We were hanging out, when some other young guy comes in through the front door. He has this maniacal look on his face, like some whacked-out mad scientist, and starts telling us this “plan” he just put into effect. He dragged a body bag into the living room, and unzipped it, the body of some teenage boy stuffed inside. The guy said he’d killed the boy, to put his “plan” into motion, but I can’t remember what the hell plan he was trying to accomplish.

Immediately the rest of us started spazzing the fuck out, telling that guy that he was a psychotic freak and we wanted nothing to do with whatever the hell his “plan” was. A loud, female scream suddenly came in through the window, apparently from one of the houses next to us. The psycho looks at us and says something like “that must be his mother. Shit,” but in a really calm and almost businesslike way. The three of us, that already at the house when this guy showed up, suddenly scrambled. Running out of the house and shooting off in different directions, leaving the scene, immediately, just running through the neighborhood streets as fast as we could.

When I figured I’d gone far enough, I slowed down, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed 911. Just as I was beginning to say that I wanted to report a murder, I saw that I was actually walking straight up toward the house again (I don’t remember ever turning around and going back toward it), and it was swarming with cops cars and at least one S.W.A.T. van. Seeing that someone had already called, I told dispatch “nevermind,” and hung up the phone. For some reason, I was suddenly in this house again. The cops had this crazy guy cornered, and he had a machine gun, too. I got to the section of the house where I was right in the middle of their line of sight (no one had fired yet) and somehow triggered their firing on each other. (Don’t ask me how. I have no idea.) This guy was in one room, like a den, and the cops were in a bigger section of the house. There was nothing separating these rooms except a single vertical beam between two large sections of open space in the wall. When the firing started, the single guy on the opposite side of the beam from me, I tried to squeeze behind it. Not only was I too wide for the thin beam, but it was made of wood, so with the half-dozen or so automatic weapons went off, I was in the worst possible spot. I ended up getting riddled with bullets from both sides. None of the gunshots really hurt, but I could feel them going into me. I started to get that drained feeling that I usually get when dreaming of death, and I finally stumbled out of the way, falling over. I was then out of my body and panning away from it. The firefight had stopped and the cops were inspecting me. They lifted my shirt and I could see all the bullet holes that covered my chest. I forget how it happened but (according to my notes), as a disembodied spirit, I learned, as the cops did, that the whole Murder/”plan” thing was nothing but a movie being shot. We were just somehow thrown in the middle of it. When the cops were called, things got out of hand; the guy that was (supposedly) “doing a movie” had live ammunition, and it escalated from there.

Suddenly the dream reset. I was back in the house with the rest of the guys, and the “killer” came through the door with the body. We heard the scream and took off again, just like we’d done the first time. When I was pulling out my phone, I remembered that I had done this before. I realized I was dreaming, and what had happened the list time. Now lucid, I made my way back to the house. On the way there, I tried flying a few times, but was having trouble getting off the ground, more than a few feet. Back in the house, I walked back into the same room where the guys were having a standoff. I talked to S.W.A.T. and said something to get them to keep from firing on this other guy, then turned to face him. He was, all of a sudden, around a corner, instead of right in front of me. When I walked after him, he started shooting. I felt the bullets entering me, just like before, but continued moving forward, because I knew they couldn’t kill me.

Walking right up to the guy, I grabbed his machine gun and just took it from him, throwing it away. I then held him for the cops to come in, and take him down. It wasn’t until then that the guy actually started explaining that the body was a prop for a movie (there was still no evidence of cameras anywhere, now that I think about it), and that he didn’t really murder anyone. He said that the only reason he even shot at me was that he was freaking out because he was scared that the cops were going to kill him, and just reacted when I started coming toward him.

That’s as far as I remember.

11/23/2007
Dream One:
”Tomb-Raiding, Kratos-Style”

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I picked up some more B-6 and some 5mg melatonin, yesterday (I had only tried the 3mg tabs, before), and had the longest, most action-packed dream (and subsequent lucidity), that I think I’ve had in a long while.
[Edit: I could tell just by my notes that this entry is going to be long as hell. Sorry, to those that actually take the time to read it. It was an absolutely badass dream, though! ]

This dream was all over the place, and just shifted from one scenario to another. At first, Todd, some really hot chick and I were all driving down the street in a convertible. This girl was acting like the typical, movie seductress and was trying to get us both hott, while I was driving. She was sitting between us and had each hand on our crotches. It was all good at first, until she started squeezing my nutz (and damnit it hurt). I looked at her like “WTF?!” and she just gave me this psychotic, sadistic smile.

Needless to say, this killed the mood. Some time around here, I remember being back at Todd’s apartment after having dropped this girl of somewhere. We were sitting around with another friend of ours and playing DBZ Budokai on a 3D holographic projector, which was awesome. When we got hungry, he said that all he had was some really old pizza. We decided to check out, but when we tasted it, it tasted synthetic, like it was REALLY old. We trashed the rest of it.

Again, the dream skipped ahead. T said he had an opening at his job, which he just referred to as “The Firm”, and wanted to see if I wanted to check it out. We had been smoking at his apartment, and he just kind of sprung this one me, so when I went in to work with him, I was stoned. He walked in and got right to work and, this being my first time there, and being stoned, I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing and was really nervous. At first glance, this place was just an ordinary office. I can’t even remember what they seemed to do there, but it was nothing spectacular. Sometime while I was there, being the stoned clutz that I was, I got my hand too close to a paper shredder, and grabbed one of the leather gloves that I was wearing, pulling it through and shredding it into thin strips.

Now is when things got crazy. We got word that there was an emergency going on, in another part of the large office building in which “The Firm” was a single suite. Before I realized what the hell was happening, the employees of “The Firm” sprang into action. It turns out that the mundane jobs we were doing was a cover for some sort of counter-terrorism type group, that I had no idea about. The story was that some old woman was going through the complex just gunning people down, and we had to stop her. We were told that she wanted media exposure and so we were given fake video cameras with pistols inside them and told to take this woman out. We split up and roamed around the halls of this huge building, that looked more like a multi-story shopping mall. The woman was going through just capping people at random (she couldn’t have been a day under 80 years old, but she was carrying two pistols and obviously knew how to use them). Before engaging her, we were told that, according to her, there were bombs planted in the building that would be detonated if anyone tried to take her out (I can’t even remember what her “cause” was).

When we finally saw her, she seemed very receptive of us, spotting the cameras. She gave us a few waves and smiles and whatnot, and just kept on moving. Unsure of how to react, we followed her, camera/guns locked on her position. Around this time, security guards started coming in to the building. They had no idea how delicately we had to handle this situation, and they were about to stream in, guns blazing. I got in front of big, redneck looking guard that was carrying a shotgun, and tried to get him to stop. He shouldered his way passed me, about to confront the woman, and I gave him a shove, almost pushing him down the stairs. He suddenly turned on me and aimed his shotgun. I heard a loud “BANG” and actually thought I had been shot. But, when the guard fell, it turns out that one of the members of “The Firm” was standing behind him, and had shot him with the camera/gun to protect me. Now, (as if it was at all possible to make this long story short ), sooner or later, they ended up catching this woman, alive, and taking her into custody. I think she actually turned herself in, but I can’t remember. We (“the Firm”) were sent around the building to look for the explosives. I found myself on the roof of what was now a skyscraper, and it had turned to night. While looking for these explosives (ironically enough, after all of that shit had just happened), I finally began to notice that this couldn’t really be happening. I finally realized I was dreaming.

I was amazed at how vivid everything was, and how grounded I felt in the dream, already, and knew that this was due to the melatonin/B6 combination I’d taken before bed. From where I was standing, and took a huge leap, flying over edge of the roof and sailing all the way down to the ground. When I hit the ground, I created a huge shockwave that rolled across the empty landscape. Turning around to see the building I had just jumped from, I noticed it was gone. In its place, there was a huge mountain (that seemed to be miles away). This entire mountain was carved into a massive face with the mouth wide-open. The mouth, itself, was glowing, and it looked like the Cave of Wonders from Aladdin, except it was a human face, and not an animal face. I took to the air and flew toward the cave. I could see a few figures standing in the mouth of the cave, and landed near them. As soon as I landed, I was attacked by these strange creatures that seemed to be straight out of a video game – mythological-type beasts that you would see in games like God of War. They each had their own special types of attacks, including some type of bird that swooped in with its talons, and a Centaur that shot arrows. I had them completely outclassed, though, and made short work of these outer guardians.

The throat of the cave had two massive doors. They were gray, but I can’t remember if they were made out of metal or stone. In either case, feeling more and more like Kratos, from God of War, as I went through this scenario, I drove my hands in between the doors and pulled them apart. I walked into a huge chamber (that I won’t even spend too much time describing, for fear of turning this into a full-length novel). This chamber was crawling with baddies, though. They all began to converge on me, and the fighting started again. Taking a few moves from video games, I was fighting hand to hand/claw/teeth/etc, at first, but then started using magic. I stole one of Kratos’s moves, raising my fist and then slinging it down at the ground, slamming it into the earth and making a huge shockwave that went across large sections of the room, taking out many of the enemies. When I cleared this front chamber, I went to the back and found a hallway leading to another, even bigger chamber. As soon as I came in, the same thing happened – tougher, more numerous enemies started attacking me. I was a whirlwind, though. I was just moving from enemy to enemy, beating them into the ground. Arrows would fly from dozens of yards away and, while in the middle of battling one opening, and I would reach up and pluck the arrows right out of the sky with my hand, throw them away, and keep on fighting. I was using everything from the quake-fist, to telekinesis, anything I could think of, and I was having a fuckin great time.

Having cleared another chamber, I walked through it to find a hall leading to yet another even larger chamber, with even more enemies (typical video-game progression). What made this chamber really strange was that, in a far corner, some of the creatures were seen tending to a massive arm of an even larger creature. This arm was, easily, the size of a commercial airliner. It was sticking out of a wall, (obviously connected to something big) and was strapped down as if in a hospital bed. The long-nailed hand was moving up and down as the smaller creatures did whatever they were doing to it. When I was spotted and they all came toward me, the first thing I did was let out a massive stream of electricity, out of my hands; a wide net that covered almost the whole chamber and shocked the hell out of most of them. After fighting for a while, I figured that there were just so many baddies in this room that I could be in here forever. So, I created a scenario in my head where I could have some help. I rushed over to a wall that had stone drawers in it, like tombs. I slung open three of them, immediately fabricating the story that my long-lost brothers were buried in these tombs. Suddenly, they were there. They all crawled out of the tombs and fought with me. We completely destroyed everything in the room that moved, however I don’t remember anything about what happened with the huge arm.

There was a short sequence after this where “my brothers” and I were in a small chamber talking. I don’t remember what we were saying, but I remember feeling the dream slipping away, and looking at my hands to keep it stabilized. I was unable to do this for very long, and the dream faded.