Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

I was going door to door trying to get donations. I came to one house where they had a swimming pool directly in front of their driveway. They asked me if I wanted to swim with them, but I couldn't because I didn't want to get my jeans wet.

I saw my grandmother walking down their driveway and ran up to her.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I am practicing walking before they try to get me again," She replied solemnly. I didn't understand what she meant but I walked with her anyways.

I scene began to turn into video game graphics. It looked like something out of minecraft, but better.

We walked in front of a building and I saw a yellow car behind it. It was watching us. I hid behind the tree and waited for the car to move somewhere else and assume that I had passed the building.

I quickly turned the corner in front of the building and nearly ran into a man! He was also hiding. He had a desperate look on his face. He was hiding from the same people.

"Do you know what's going on??" I asked him. We heard the car engine creeping in the distance. We would have to move again soon.

"The war is about to start," He replied while looking around. I didn't ask what that was supposed to mean, I sorta knew.

We started running, and armies of people filled the surroundings. They were shooting arrows at each other and killing each other with swords. We tried to run through this mess but I was shot with an arrow and respawned.

I respawned in a building. I wondered how I was going to help fight in the war. I left the red and yellow building and sneaked around the war.

I came to a building with a purple swirling vortex on the side. At first I was shocked, but then a voice invited me inside - if I dare.

Of coursed I dared to go inside, so I stepped inside the purple vortex and was teleported inside a medium sized room.

In front of me there was a man. Like, a big man. He was overly fit and he wore two large, black boxing gloves on his hands.

"You are here to fight me?" He asked.

"I could never." I replied.

"You could, but you have yet to learn."

"Do I need boxing gloves?" I asked.

"They are not necessary." I put my hand up to his. My hand was about 1/4th the size. I wondered how I was ever going to fight this guy.

"I do not teach lightly. You either learn and win or you don't."

Upon saying that, he immediately threw me to the ground. WTF. It didn't even take him a split second.

"You must try harder and be aware."

I waited for him to make the next move. I waited like a snake.

He threw a punch and I immediately blocked it - I did a front kick but he grabbed my leg and threw me to the ground - I flipped back up in the air - He tried to put me in a head lock and I blocked it - I swiftly used this position to turn around and punch him in the ribs - He threw me to the ground.

All in less than a split second.

"Good. Try harder." He repeated.

We repeated the same actions, but I was pulling out martial artistry that I didn't even know I could do! We were so fast it was incredible. We might have tried 500 moves on each other and not more than 5 seconds had passed. Despite his incredible sized, I was able to wrap my arms around his neck and break it, I knew it wouldn't "hurt" him.

"Very good. You are now ready." He said to me. We bowed to each other, and then I left the room via the portal.

Outside, the war was still continuing. An army of warriors dressed in white came at me but I instantly killed them using a few arrows. HAHA.

A team of a few other people and I instantly killed the entire opposing army.

An elderly man flew over to us.

"Hahaha! I see that you have found the old arena of ours!" He said to the man next to me. They were both wearing the same outfit. They were looking at an old ruined building. We went inside and started on the 2nd floor.

The inside was similar to the place I had trained with the insane fighter. It had a different color scheme and there was large holes in the floor, probably from the war.

"This is where he trained as well," The elderly man said to me, clearly referring to his younger successor. The young one had jet black hair.

We jumped down from the holes in the floor down to the next lower floor. The bottom floor was more ruined that the one above it.

"And...this is where I trained. So many years ago." The elderly man said. The floor was lavender and provided a little cushion. The two man sat down in a meditative position and I joined them.

Looking out one of the windows...I noticed that the building was hovering slightly.

I turned my attention back to the inside of the room, but in my peripheral vision I caught sight of a Japanese man shooting an arrow through the window. He looked as if he was the last remaining opponent, trying to kill at least one in revenge or retrubution.

The arrow hit the young man in the neck. His body 'vaporized' and became translucent. His aura glowed a neon green.

"Haha, don't tell me that you are going to lose your awareness over that!" The elderly man exclaimed to the younger one.

"You are very right." He became flesh again, and pulled the arrow out of his neck. He handed the arrow to me. It was green and white with black tips.

I like to post some of my favorite dreams here, so I decided why not post this one! This is one of my old all-time favorites. :-)

"So this is where you live, little traveler?" Said the man I was with. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered yes. We stood in an empty parking lot. In the middle was a trailer fit for 15+ people.

"I need to run in and grab a shirt," I said. I walked in the small trailer. Scattered around were other T-shirts of my comrades, some passed some still alive. I found mine in one of the many shower stalls (the trailer was really just a large bathroom). I decided to take a quick shower while he waited.

I was bonding with this stranger fast.

The next day I was visiting the city with the man. The city was crowded and seemed like it was from eastern Europe. My phone rang, and I was quickly called into war. With reluctance I said good bye to my new friend as I ran to the shores of the city.

We were to fight this on the beach. The beach had deep blond sand, and beautiful ocean water lapped its shores. We were to take our places before the enemy came. I sat behind a large rock.

We didn't know if the enemy would be coming from the east or from the west. I scanned each horizon carefully. On a large mountain I saw dust rising up, and the sounds of thousands of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I called out their position, and my troop readied itself. I was still safe behind my large rock. My friend crawled up to me and started talking. I told her she needed to take cover with me or else she would be killed. I shuddered when I imagined her dead body.

The fighting started and weapons whizzed through the air, exploding on contact.

During the war, a girl I don't know crawled up to me and started singing a lyrical remix of a song like 'I will Survive' but added to it things about peace and anti-war. She looked drugged.

"Damn woman has lost her mind!" Someone said from behind the crazy lady. She had brown straight hair, and shot her gun at the crazy lady. I was a little disappointed in this, I kind of like crazy people.

The war was nearing the end and I took a look on the battle field. Dead bodies were strewn across the innocent beach staining the sand to shades of red.

As if the war wasn't enough, I heard screams coming from the city. I ran to the city to see people running in every direction. What were they running from?

I quickly found out. There were policemen blocking off certain streets or escape ways, and they were not the 'good' policemen.

I ran with the people for a few minutes when I realized that I did not know where my new acquaintance was! Was he dead or alive?

I ascended a flight of black metal stairs with a group of other people. The mesh stairs led to a dark tunnel where we were momentarily trapped.

In the tunnel was a railroad track. A small single car train was passing through. As it came to the end of the tunnel it slowed to a halt. There was somebody in the train car bending the metal slowly...Suddenly, gun fire filled the scene as the man broke free of the restraints of the train. He was the Anti-Christ.

I was pretty pissed off now, hadn't I put him in his place last time? I followed the little bastard to a school. It wasn't hard; he reeked with negative energy. He immediately broke out into fight with the teachers, killing and acting with violence towards anyone who got in his way.

I had some back up. He looked a little older than me and had short pale blond hair with a gray hoodie on. I attacked the Anti but he retaliated and pushed me onto the floor.

He did NOT just push me into the floor! I ran into the classroom and hid behind the door. Inside the classroom was a lone teacher hiding under the desk. I picked up one of the metal desks and waited behind the door.

My partner in crime opened the door, and I almost hit him with the desk! He got the clue, and went back into the hallway where the massacre was taking place. The Anti was next to open the door to the classroom, and I wasted no time in bashing the desk into his brains. He fell to the ground, but I wasn't going to believe him to be dead yet.

I hit him one more time with the desk, and took out a knife. I pushed the knife into his stomach until blood gushed out. I separated ribs from each other and slit the throat while continuing to dismember the body. With a final blow, I shoved the knife into his heart.

I began picking up the body parts, and putting the chunks into a small jar.

My phone rang. At first I feared that it would be the Anti about to threaten me, but when I answered the phone I discovered that a friend that I barely knew was calling me. I knew him from online, and we rarely ever talked.

"You ok?" He said.

"No? Do you THINK I'm ok?" I said through tears and frustration. He said something else, then hung up on me. I raced home with the remains.

I frantically plugged in the hot glue gun. I kept seeing bright, completely blinding, flashes of light. With each flash of light came a moment of total confusion until I could regain the sense of where I was. I had little time to finish this up.

I glued together the seals of the jar. I would not let what happened last time happen again. I wrote in heavy ink, "DO NOT OPEN."

I left the jar in a lonely place undiscovered.


So, in short, i was fighting a bad man and got so mad that i hit him over the head with a desk then stabbed him about 37 times, dismembered his body and then put the chunks of him in a jar and super glued it shut. I'm totally sane.