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    Q Zukin's Journal of Dreams

    Hello and welcome to my dream journal!

    My name is Zukin and this is the journal where I keep my most memorable dreams. My other journal, updated daily, can be found here. I have been a lucid dreamer since childhood, and have recently sparked interest in developing my own shared dreaming technique. I am a university student, I love to play video games, practice contortionism, and lucid dream.

    Zergoth - Vistors welcomed, but warned.

    My dream world, Zergoth, is innocent by day and is full with beautiful landscapes and stunning temples. By night, it becomes an entirely different universe. The bent, wicked trees of night creak and howl and unearthly creatures rise to feast. These creatures will rarely confront you, rather they prefer to stalk quietly and inflict their victims with mind bending psychological horror.

    See KNIGHTMARE
    See also - (Older) Cartography map of Zergoth

    Lucid Dreaming Experience

    I love to practice lucid dreaming, though university studies often get in the way. When lucid, I am generally not a fighter - though I will rise to the occasion if threatened. I am a seeker of information. I love to explore and take my consciousness to new heights. I have found and met my amazing dream guide, learned my dream name, and discovered my origins. I occasionally love to give myself a scare - few know the horrors of a lucid nightmare, a dream spun out of control.

    See Transcend - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

    Shared Dreaming Experience

    I have been involved in shared dreaming for the past three years. I have developed the ability to distinguish dream character from entity, shared dream from normal dream, and have taken the initiative to develop a new method of sharing dreams.

    See Castle of Darkness - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
    See also Hacking into the DreamNet


    I have also been polyphasic (uberman). My blog of the torture of polyphasic can be found here.

    Character List:

    Charmy/KestrelKat: Known as Charmy in my older entries, before she joined DV. She's my best friend, we met in Germany.
    Akira: First boyfriend (4+ yrs ago), lots of "supernatural" history between us.
    Dread/Izam:: Two ex's of mine
    James: Strange character of unknown origins. We keep entering each other's dreams, usually intentionally.

    1. Arcane

      by , 12-05-2012 at 03:36 AM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was at the beach with my mother. We were fleeing though, someone was after us.

      Later in the dream, I was in the car with my mother. I received a text on my phone. I flipped it open to find a very mysterious text. Many more kept coming.

      The texts were threatening. They threatened revenge, told us to watch our back, and expect our lives to be in ruins by the time they were finished with us.

      They sent us pictures with people who had their faces burnt in acid.

      I wanted to call the cops, but my mother said that it was probably just some angsty teenager. We kept driving home. I was a little shaken up, but my mother said it likely wasn't anything to worry about.

      A few minutes later, my father calls my mother's cell phone and tells her that when he went outside he found his car had its windows smashed open and everything was torn up. He drove it irregardless, and then it blew up a few miles later. The car had been hijacked.



      We immediately stopped the car and turned around. We realized that they had been stalking us for some time and now could recognize our vehicles and target them out. We needed to immediately get off of the country road and somewhere safer.

      They kept sending us threatening texts. I was trying to pinpoint who these people could be and why they were after us. From their texts, I could tell that they were teenagers/young adults and were gothic.

      Awhile later, my mother and I decided to try to come back home again. We parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

      "Wait...listen," I whispered. I heard the creaking of the floor above us. I heard talking. We weren't alone.

      "We need to go. We need to call the cops," I desperately whispered. We tried to start up the car, but the engine stalled. The car wouldn't start. The car had made so much noise it was clear that our perpetrators knew that we were home.

      "Hide," I whispered. We hid in a staircase. I pulled out a gun and my mother's eyes widened. I am normally a nonviolent person, but when my loved ones are in danger I will fight. I was ready to blow their brains out. These criminals had caused us so much distress. I couldn't imagine ever losing my mother, so I was very ready to protect her.

      I tried to call 911 on the cell phone. The dial tone was so loud. I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs.

      I could feel their presence lurking, becoming closer and closer to us.



      A figure appeared before us. I aimed my gun at him only to find that it hadn't been reloaded. Fuck.

      He smirked and raised his gun, paused, and added, "you don't think I'd let you die so easily? No. Your deaths shall be slow and painful."

      He turned around and left.

      We needed to get the fuck out of this house.

      But our escapes were blocked.

      In the process of running, my mother and I got separated.

      I found myself alone in a small foyer between two stories. I heard small bombs exploding and could hear the the cracking of burning wood. The house was on fire.



      A figure emerged from the shadows and called my name.

      "...Hello?" I called back.The figure of a young adult appeared. He had scruffy black hair. A white, cotton T-shirt and ripped up jeans. He had dark circles around his eyes.

      "Zukin. I have been watching you, my love," he whispered.

      "Who are you?" I pleaded, backing into a corner.

      "My name is Arcane. You've broken my heart so many times and failed to even acknowledge my existence. All I want is to be with you, but there are so many people in the way. And so I realized; the only way I could ever have you completely to myself, the only way you could forever be mine, is if we died together that way."

      He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled away.

      "Time is running out," he pointed out. The fire was beginning to engulf the exits and I could hear the morphing and crying of the burning, warping wood.

      "In any afterlife, or lack thereof, I would still never be yours. You're a psychopath," I exclaimed. A hurt look crossed his face.

      "I thought you were different," he whispered, "Normal people call me a psychopath. It's only the misunderstood who understand me. I thought we could have a life together. I've dreamed of it for so long. All I have ever wanted is you in my arms, I would be so good to you," he revealed.

      He had the saddest defeated look on his face, "Please. I understand now. You clearly don't want me, and I will accept that. I only wish I knew that from the beginning so that I could have stopped all of this. But there's no time left now. Please, take my hand."

      He collapsed to the ground in agony. I told him that we could change all of this if we acted now and made our escape.

      "I'm too heartbroken to carry on," his eyes dazed into the distance, longing. I tried to grab his hand to pull him up, but he refused. He really did seem physically weakened. I needed someone stronger to carry him out of the burning house.

      "Arcane, please try to get up," I pleaded one last time. The ceiling was beginning to collapse from the fire.

      "There is one final bomb that will explode soon. You need to leave before it detonates. Leave me here, go, carry on," he whispered with a voice full of despair.

      I couldn't just leave him here, but there was no way I could convince him to go with me. I opted to find someone stronger to carry him from the house.

      "Arcane - I am coming back for you. Please, don't give up yet. We can change all of this," I pleaded.

      "Promise you will come back for me?" He looked up and added.

      "I promise," I whispered back.

      I ran out of the burning building and cried for help. I told one of the firefighters that there was still someone left inside the burning house who could no longer walk and he needed to be saved.

      But as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the bomb in the house exploded, leaving only wreckage.



      I was struck with sorrow.

      After several hours, only ashes remained. I searched through the wreckage for any sign of life. I found Arcane's body, depleted of breath. His skin had remained untouched by the fire, but his spirit was long gone. He was lifeless, his body full of sadness as someone who hadn't had their promise fulfilled.
    2. Meeting the Guardians

      by , 08-31-2012 at 08:12 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was a young girl, around 10 or 11 years old. I slept in the same room with my sister and every night really strange things would occur. She would sleep walk and talk, but the things she said were really disturbing. It was as if she became someone else at night.

      So, every night I would have to resist her attacking me.

      One night, she whispered to me, "Stop resisting. The plot needs to move forward."

      I thought about this for a moment. What a strange thing to say.

      But what if she was right? Every night it felt like we were going in circles, the same thing all the time. It really did feel like our "plot" was getting stuck because I kept resisting her.

      "Fine," I whispered back.

      She smiled and took her knife and put it against my neck. She slid it across the skin while pushing down, I felt my adrenaline rushing and my skin breaking.

      A few minutes later, I was dead.

      ~ ~ ~ ~

      "Where's Lizzy?" The store manager asked.

      "I 'unno," I replied back. I was now a young boy, around 12 to 14. Apparently Lizzy was my sister, and all of us worked in a family business alongside the road in the middle of nowhere.

      "She was supposed to be here an hour ago," my father vented.

      A man came busting through the door with a wild look on his face and stammered, "Lizzy...she's dead!" He didn't look related to us. He kind of looked like Chuck Norris.

      Everyone was in a frenzy.

      Later in the night I was standing outside on the road. It was pitch black outside.

      I was the only one standing here. There wasn't anything here for miles but crops upon crops.

      I feel like I've been here before.

      An eerie light was coming from the horizon. It was getting closer and closer and closer.

      In the light I saw a silhouette of an angel walking towards me. He was rather tall and his wings were spread out.

      As he got closer I could see him more clearly in the ominous light.

      He had long silver hair and silver wings.



      "I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I am not a good angel," he said in his deep voice, "however I think it fair to alert you as to what is happening on our plane."

      I feel like I've been here before...

      "Your sister fell victim to a dark angel, but not in vein. It had to happen - to let the plot progress. You see, on our plane there is a war between the good guardians and the bad guardians. I am on neither side, simply a messenger."

      His voice had a strange scowl to it.

      "And since you're family will be torn in the middle of the war, you should meet some of the guardians that are on your side."

      I had a strong sense of deja vu. I have definitely been here before. I feel like I've dreamed this dream several times over.

      "Meet the first Guardian - Change."

      The Guardian was a small tree. The tree was luscious and green, but as I continued to look at it the branches slowly withered away, the leaves became dry and crisp, and the tree died. I felt an overwhelming sadness.

      "Meet the second Guardian."

      This Guardian was simply a square, metallic portal. I wondered what it represented.

      "And the third Guardians - Love and Care."

      Love and Care were and old couple holding hands. They radiated with pink energy. They put there hand out to shake and when our hands met I felt elated with unconditional love.

      "And lastly - a close friend of mine."

      He appeared behind me. He had wings like the messenger angel, but he looked dark and full of strife.

      He reminded me of Vincent Valentine.



      Woke up right after that. I really feel like I have had this dream a few times before, but I just didn't remember it.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    3. Zombie Portal!

      by , 08-28-2011 at 08:13 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      Fun fact: This was the first time in my entire life that I have dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.

      Zombie Portal

      I was in a darkened store. We had discovered that the elevator had broken.

      The elevator had turned into a portal for zombies.

      We teamed up and got as many weapons as we could from the store, shovels, knives, etc - anything sharp or deadly. I was left with sharp little darts. They would only be effective if I could attack the zombies from a distance. I remember that I was wearing a yellow jacket. The jacket had pockets in the front where I could keep my extra darts.

      The zombies would come out from the elevator portal. Their flesh was falling off of their face. We tried to kill as many as we could on the first round, but many would escape to seek prey around the store.

      Joe and I decided to go and hunt the rogue zombies. We were disappointed and disheartened to find many of our teammates dead on the floor. If they were bitten by the zombies, they too would also become a zombie soon.

      We spotted a rogue zombie and I began throwing my sharp darts at it. I was surprised at how well they worked. Straight through the heart!

      Unfortunately, they only worked so well. The zombie continued to creep towards me. Once it got close enough to me, I could recognize that it was the face of a fellow peer. The face was now disfigured, gray, and emotionless. Stripped of any liveliness that it once contained.

      I didn't have a knife to defend myself, so I pushed the darts through his body and knocked the zombie to the floor. It took me down with it for a fight to the death. I didn't know zombies could bleed, but I figured that they could when I began to engage in Zukin Slaughter (a term for when I begin to overkill my enemy).

      Once the zombie had been slaughtered, I proceeded to find Joe.

      I took him from his slaughtering and lead him down a long dark hallway, in which he protested every minute of as it was very very creepy. The hallway was something out of a Harry Potter castle. Dark and wet and arched. Because there wasn't any life here, there also wasn't any zombies.

      I took him to what was supposedly my dorm.

      "Joe, I need to die," I pleaded.

      "Why?" He asked.

      "They got me," I returned. I showed him my stomach. The top part had been lacerated so badly all that was visible in the moonlight that poured out from the window was blood.

      "I don't want to become one of them," I whispered.

      In that moment, Joe had a powerful vision. He saw all of the names of the survivors etched in gold. All of the names of the heroes.

      "I need to help them," He assured, "quiet, listen." We heard footsteps outside of the door. We weren't sure if it was zombie or human.

      "I need to go," Joe announced. And I was left there in the quiet dorm with the moonlight as my only companion. The door was locked behind him as he left.

      Mean Chick

      I was moving into the dorm. Mine was a mess. Somebody had left all of their belongings here last year.

      I remember being at an auditorium. There was a girl sitting next to me who had very short platinum blonde hair. She took my hand in a strange protective manner.

      There was also a girl who was being mean spirited. She was getting physically violent with the other girls.

      What interests me the most about this dream though was the girl with the short platinum blonde hair. She followed me throughout the dream.

      In my DJ I also wrote "syringe and self hate"...Yeah I don't really know what I meant by that
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    4. I should have Known..

      by , 08-13-2011 at 06:18 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      A bunch of my friends decided to have a sleep over. I have no idea whose house we were at. We were in an upstairs bedroom that had two twin beds in it with hard wooden floors. There was a window on the back wall and a closet on the side wall near the window.

      Everyone was asleep. I couldn't sleep, so I was reading through my physical dream journal, laughing at all of the silly notes I make.

      Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling.

      I heard this awful noise, it was like a creaking/ripping sound.

      I looked over, and noticed that Joe, who was occupying one of the twin beds, was laying in a pool of blood. There was blood dripping off of his arms and down to the wooden floors. His girlfriend, who was occupying the other single bed, had also mysteriously died as well.

      I rounded up everyone else that was at the sleepover and we called the ambulance.

      As we waited for the ambulance I let Brian read my dream journal.

      "It's all your fault!" He yelled.

      "What? Why?" I asked.

      He flipped to a page in my dream journal where I described the horrible death of Joe and his girlfriend, it was almost the exact same dream as this one.

      "You should have known this was going to happen!" He yelled out.

      I was in tears. I couldn't believe that I had lost another great friend.

      I looked over and noticed that a rocking chair in the room was rocking itself.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. The BLUE M&M's

      by , 12-30-2010 at 06:30 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      This dream was strange, because I dreamed it, woke up, saw a strange image in my head that said REPLAY, and then dreamed it again.

      I was on a highway at night. I was a hitchhiker like so many now. Evil ghosts were taking over the world.

      If the evil ghosts saw you then they would kill you. So, basically, in the dream you didn't want the headlight's of oncoming traffic to see you or else they would know if you were human. Thus to hitchhike, you would have to wait until a car passed you and then leap into the trunk of the car.

      I hitchhiked to a building. Inside the building there was a main lobby. The lobby was used for people trying to "Log on". I'm not sure if it was simply logging on to a computer, buzzing into an apartment, or whatever, but the place was covered in M&M's.

      "THE BLUE M&M'S!!!" I screamed, "JAM THEM INTO THE LOCKS!!!"

      "What about the red M&M's?" A girl asked.

      "NOOO they are bad luck!!! Don't touch the red ones!!!"

      We jammed the blue M&M's into the locks. Apparently, this was supposed to help us fight for humanity against the ghosts.

      After a few minutes of blue M&M panic, a robot in the corner lit up.

      "Hello Master!" It said. WHOA! We all thought that the robot was just there for decoration.

      "Shall I take you to Akon?" It asked.

      "Errmm..Akon, the rapper?" I replied.

      "Yes!"

      "Akon...will help us save humanity?"

      "Yes!"

      We stood there, puzzled.

      "Guess it couldn't hurt," said one of the men I was with.

      "Alright, let's go see AKON!" I shouted! The robot led us through the maze of halls until we reached Akon's bedroom. He was talking to someone on an iPad.

      "SSh, I can't be bothered!" He said to us. He was enthusiastically talking to his friend about dirty things. Dirty Things > Humanity.

      I decided that this building was a lost cause, and that I needed to save my family. I quickly drove home and picked up my parents who were fending themselves against the evil ghosts.

      "I left something back at the house," said my father.

      "We don't have time to get it, any minute now one of the ghosts will sense that we are here!"

      He left the car anyways and was instantly defiled by ghosts. WTF.

      "Let's go!!!" My mother screamed. I stepped on the gas pedal, and woke up.
    6. Zukin Slaughter + Spirit Warriors

      by , 12-04-2010 at 02:10 AM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      Ok. What did I eat last night lol.

      Zukin Slaughter

      I was in a video game and it sort of looked like WoW. I was with 2 guys and a girl. One of the guys was saying something to the other boy, but I couldn't hear them properly to make out the words. The man summons a rope and captures the girl and I. We are brought to a dungeon like place.


      The man tells us that he is going to go fight a Boss Monster, and that we should remain in the dungeon until he is done fighting. It's not like we had much of a choice though as we were tied up. The other girl sits where the red X is, and I sat on the other side of the half-wall. The door at the top is where he left to fight the monster, and the door at the bottom is where we came in at. The dungeon looked like something out of a cyberspace movie. The floors had streaks of neon green and the walls were a black with plaid blue design.

      I sat patiently waiting for him to return. Looking over the half-wall, I saw a vine like thing growing from the floor. It was green, perhaps it looked more like a tentacle but it was branching off on the sides. It was attacking the other girl, sucking out her life. It turned its focus towards me, and I moved away from the first half of the room. I freed myself from the ropes, and went to the far corner away from the green ghosty thing. Before I could make it to the other side, the green spirit shot an arrow at me.

      The arrow went through my chest and blood dripped and splattered on the floor. Determined to save my soul from being eaten, I continued to take my last few steps toward the safer corner until I collapsed on the floor. The pain began to encompass my entire body, and I dug my finger nails into the ground. They scraped against it and burrowed into the surface. By doing this, the top layer of the flooring several feet around me disappeared, uncovering a set of stairs. I took cover from the creature by hiding in the dips in the floor from the staircase. The tentacles of the spirit creature couldn't reach me here.

      I was pretty pissed off now. I had been dragged here against my will, terrified, and nearly killed. When that man came back, he was going to get it. I waited patiently for him, wondering about what happened to the other girl in the dark room. She was being awfully quiet, so I assumed that she was dead.

      I heard a slamming of the door, and peaked up above my secret ledge in the floor. There he was. He was wearing a suit of armor and had a beautiful sword in his hand. If he hadn't been so cruel I would have assumed that he was a hero. I secretly watched him as he scanned the room, looking for life. He didn't look shocked when he saw the other girl dead.

      I creeped out of my ledge and hid behind one of the half-walls, waiting like a snake. When he came close enough, I instantly attacked him with all of my pissed-off-force. I acquired his weapon when he dropped it from surprise and began slashing into his stomach. Streams of blood came out of his mouth and he fell to the floor, but he wasn't dead.

      I didn't want to kill him. So I left him there. I slowly walked to the other door leading outwards, not taking my eyes off of him. When my hands touched the knob, he looked at me and smiled creepily.

      "Good luck escaping," He sneered. I wasn't sure what he meant by that until I closed the door behind me and locked it shut. When I turned around I was encompassed by blackness. I could barely make out a eternal series of staircases surrounding me. I knew that it wouldn't take him long to find another way out of that room, and thus I had little chance of fleeing without a re-encounter.

      I felt around for a railing and then sped down the stairs blindly. I heard moaning in the distance. It was the moaning of the near dead. He was near. I saw a shadow of a creature against the wall.

      [missing time]

      I was now in the bedroom, and we were having our last fight to the death. He was now a girl in black. I was continuously stabbing him with the sword, but it was only doing minimal damage. My arms were covered in blood from the massacre and he was equally fighting back. I was beginning to grow weaker when I realized that simply maiming him would not solve the problem. He must be killed.

      I climbed on top of him and held him down. I took my long blade and held it against his neck. With a swift motion, I slit his throat. I left him on the floor and exited the room. I locked the door behind me. The door had a window on it, so I looked in. He was laying on the floor, seemingly dead. He slowly sat upright and looked me into the eye. The pupil in his blue eyes grew larger and larger until the entirety of his eyes were black. Upon seeing this, I ran out of the house.

      Spirit Warriors

      I was trying to leave school really fast before the traffic blocked my exit. I put the car in reverse and accidentally drove over the grass. Oh well. The road twisted and turned abnormally. I accidentally drove onto the roof of the school. Don't even ask how that happened (I'm not sure). I couldn't drive my car off of the roof because there was no longer a ramp, so I was stuck there.

      I went inside the school, in the room underneath where I parked my car. It was apparently the drama room. They looked like they were doing construction in the room. There were loose boards everywhere.

      "Sorry I parked my car on your roof." They looked at me for a second and then laughed. They told me that it happens pretty often, and that I needed to visit the janitor in the school garage.

      So, I went out to the garage. It was made like a large, square, wooden hut. The walls were not furnished or anything and it smelled like cedar. The garage had 2 floors and was very cluttered with odds and ends. I climbed up the stairs to the second floor. There was a wind chime hanging from an open window. Outside of the window there was a wooden roof. I crawled out of the window and stood on the roof. Sitting on the roof there was a guy looking out to the horizon. Next to him there was a sword that looked similar to the Godric Gryffindor Sword, except it had spikes lining the edges.

      I asked him who he was, and he told me that he used the sword to fight off evil spirits that continuously attacked him. He gave me a battle axe and told me that if I was going to hang around him that I would need this for my protection.

      We went to his house and he introduced me to his brother (looked like Joe's brother). His brother wasn't mentally stable and was often more perceptive of the spiritual attacks.

      We were in the hallway when his brother fell to the ground and went into fetal position.

      "They're coming" he whispered, while rocking back and fourth. His eyes were turning red and tears were forming and running down his cheeks.

      "Who's coming?" I asked.

      "Ssh, wait a minute." The guy said. His body stiffened up and he held his sword ready for an attack. I held my battle axe as well, not sure what I was about to attack. A large "mass" came over us. It looked like a giant shadow. His sword lit up and we began to attack the mass.
    7. The Perfect Storm

      by , 11-11-2010 at 10:19 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      My cousin was at my house, or we were at his. Our houses looked very similar. He was attempting to grow a tree in a pot, but it was dieing. He drenched it with water and then put it in the microwave for 2 minutes. He took it out, and the bark on the little tree was sizzling like a roasting marshmallow.

      Someone that was at our house announced that there would be a heavy storm tonight. They wanted to take cover in Memphis, but needed someone to stay behind and guard the house. I volunteered to do so, and they left.

      The scene changes and now I am seeing them at a party/bar. They are discussing how tonight we will see if I am the 'chosen one'.

      I am now Neo from the Matrix, or at least that is who I feel like. Trinity is with me and we are aware that Agent Smith is somewhere in the house. We hear his footsteps creaking the upstairs floorboard. We try to secure our surroundings for full protection, but suddenly he is behind us!

      We start running through the house and jumping through walls as if they are liquid. After we jump through the wall, we lock the door behind us so that he cannot get in. We think that we are safe from him...But he walks through the wall too!

      Instead of running, we begin to engage in a fight to the death. He shoots Trinity through the eye and she collapses on the floor. I'm so pissed off now that I don't even need a gun. I begin attacking him with bizarre karate moves that could only exist in a dream. I walk up into the air and kick his face several times, so fast that my feet break the sound barrier. When I jump above him I can see something remarkable - He's not Agent Smith!

      "You don't look like Agent Smith," I say while attacking him.

      "That's because I'm not." He says, and smiles creepily.

      I manage to eventually take him out, and he collapses on the floor.

      I walk into the din where Trinity is to see if she's still alive. She isn't moving nor does she have a pulse. I hear a scraping sound...

      I look to my left and see 'Agent Smith' dragging his bloody body across the floor. Before I can take in exactly what has happened, he points the gun at me and shoots.
      Tags: death, matrix
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Astral Sword

      by , 10-22-2010 at 10:53 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was in the backseat of the car, and we were traveling to the grandparent's house in Arkansas. For once we got there in daytime, and their house looked really strange. It was pastel colors but the length of the house kept continually changing.

      I went inside the house, and decided that I would put my bags in the empty room down the hall. There wasn't anything in the room except a dim light and an old dresser. The walls were painted red. I stood in the room for a moment, and felt as if something malevolent was in the room with me. Looking at the red wall, I suddenly saw a shadow that wasn't mine. I turned around, but no one was there.

      I decided to teach my little cousin how to drive (He is only 11 IRL, but he was older in the dream). He was doing naturally well, and so we drove to Walgreen's. It was night time now. I got out of the car and suddenly couldn't control my consciousness. My POV/consciousness flew out of my body and I was suspended about 30 feet into the air, watching myself from above. While I was out of body, something took ahold of my body.

      The entity began to attack my little cousin, and I finally made it back into my body. I rushed my dieing cousin back home and carried his body into the red painted room.

      Somehow I knew that there was an astral sword going through his abdomen. I grabbed the invisible sword, able to feel it, and slowly lifted it out of him while I breathed my energy into his body. Breathing my energy into him felt like inhaling cold air, but yet exhaling. I whispered to him that I wouldn't let him die, not now not ever. The shadow beings were watching in the dim light as I removed the sword from him. They seemed to be feeding off of the scene.
    9. Total Eclipse of the Heart (End of the World)

      by , 10-02-2010 at 05:58 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      s I was sitting outside on the porch with my mother. The sky was a beautiful solid blue without a cloud in the sky - it was a great day. Looking up to the sky, I saw what looked like a star getting closer and closer. I dismissed it as an airplane at first, until maybe hundreds of these little twinkling stars appeared in the sky. My mother and I both looked to the sky in wonder. When they began shooting across the sky, we realized that it was a meteor shower!

      Some of them were getting really far into our atmosphere before burning up. We could actually see the flames arising from them. Those brave stars looked like orange fireworks. There was one star in particular though, it was coming towards us very slowly...and it wasn't burning up. As it neared us, the star turned black and round. It looked like a solar eclipse in the sky. Mom told us (I apparently had a friend over) to go seek shelter in the basement.

      My friend and I did so, and by the time we were safe, the ground shook and rumbled. The meteor had crashed into the Earth. We came back upstairs.

      We were now on the school grounds, and the meteor shower was growing with intensity. There was a HUGE 'meteor' in the sky, it looked like a solar eclipse from hell. It took up about 1/4 of the sky and just hung there ominously.


      We were all told to take shelter in the school cafeteria. They split us up by last name. I wanted to sit by someone where I could just wrap my arms around and hug them, because I was pretty scared. A guard didn't allow me to sit by anyone I knew. I was sad.

      Within the last moments we had, before the gravity of Earth pulled the giant meteor towards us, the officials alerted us of our possible fates. Sitting in the cold dark, we were told that the chances of our survival were minimal, and even if we did survive we would most likely be blinded. The officials weren't able to finish their sentences before we heard loud crashes and bangs. The meteor was coming towards us.

      I awoke sometime later. I was covered in ashes. The roof of the cafeteria had fallen in, dead bodies surrounded me in the dusty dark air. I was alone...Everything, even the corpses, were covered in a thick layer of gray ash.

      I waded through the piles of ash, which sometimes amounted to over 2 feet in depth, and climbed into the remains of the other room where the other half of the student populace was. It was dark in that room too. If there was any light, it was dimmed instantly by the amount of ash that hung in the air.

      I found someone I knew. He was laying down. His eyes were closed, but they were moving. He was dreaming.

      "Wake up, the end is over," I whispered in his ear. His eyes opened, and he smiled.

      "I'm going to get out of here," I said quietly, "Do you want to come with me?"

      "No, thanks." He said. He stretched for a moment then looked around, feeling the same creepy vibes as I did.

      I walked to the end of the room before finding a door. I pushed it open and piles of black ash fell out of it. Knowing it was the only way out, I pushed through the ash. We were now underground. There was at least 20 feet of ash piled up on top of the school.

      When I finally got out of the pit of ash, I found that the world was beautiful. It had renewed itself. A stream of black ash was flowing through a valley of painted cliffs. There was a man in the river, he told me to come with him. Who was he and where was he going?

      The current in the river was rough, but I followed him until he disappeared. On the river banks, there were piles of trash, such as forks, clothes, etc. I took what was useful to me and went back to our colony.

      When I returned, more people were awake. I showed them what I had found, but they rejected it. They said that they didn't want to leave the confines of the cafeteria. They said it wasn't safe. I wished that they had come with me, because it was beautiful.
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