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    Things to Run Away From Really Fast

    Warnings: violence, problems with authority, and links to TV Tropes.

    But in all seriousness, this journal legitimately contains the kind of graphic and disturbing content that gives people nightmares, so either that's a selling point or a reason not to read on. Just a heads up.

    As of 2015, dreams are ranked according to three categories:

    Adventure: How much fun and excitement can I fit into one dream?
    Control: How much control do I have over the narrative, environment, and dream powers?
    Fear: How scared and out of control do I feel? (Has very little to do with how Silent Hill the monsters get.)

    Regular dreams are in black (along with notes).
    Semi-lucid dreams are green.
    Lucid dreams are blue.

    1. #182. Chupacabra

      by , 01-28-2011 at 06:01 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      ★★★☆☆

      SOLO SENTENCE ESPRESSO

      It takes fifteen minutes of standing on the train tracks and yelling before the chupacabra shows up and dies and is recorded onto a tape so that its soul is sufficiently trapped for eternity (or until the sequel); I'm late for work and Dean's hit by a train, but we get better.

      Chupacabra. Chupacabras? Scare Factor: 3.
    2. #175. Coffee

      by , 01-01-2011 at 08:11 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      ★☆☆☆☆

      01/01/11

      "I'd like a triple Venti half-sweet white mocha, please," says the woman. Her curly brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she digs through her purse for change.

      I nod absently, pick up my sharpie and mark the drink, putting it on the bar next to the other three drinks that have already been ordered. My hand scrapes against the white fabric and I pause, glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand. Two AM. Wait...

      "What the fuck are you people doing in my house?" I mutter, shaking off the last fragments of the dream. Still half-asleep, I imagine that the customers are waiting impatiently in my living room. Irritated and disoriented, I curl up and try to go back to sleep.

      Coffee. Scare Factor: 4.

      And working New Years Day... what a nightmare.

      Updated 01-17-2011 at 03:20 AM by 31096

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. #161. Air Nailers, Take 2

      by , 10-02-2010 at 04:25 AM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      ★★★☆☆

      10/01/10



      I'm framing a wall; it's laying down on the plywood floor. I have a cordless air nailer in my hand, and I'm adjusting the studs for the wall and nailing them in place. It's repetitive work, meditative.

      A high-pitched laugh echoes through the half-framed house. The outside walls are up, casting long shadows in the evening sunlight. It's fading, getting darker.

      I stand up slowly and turn around. Without taking my eyes from the floor, I lift up the air nailer and fire - one, two, three precise shots into the darkness.

      The laughter ceases.

      Scare Factor: 2/10

      Note: the previous "Air Nailer" dream was #89.
    4. #151. Frappuccino

      by , 09-20-2010 at 03:53 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      09/20/10



      We're taking our lunch break. A bottle of Starbucks Frappuccino appears in my hand. It's delicious; the taste is replicated perfectly.

      "Are you ready to go?" My dad asks, from the couch. He's asking if I'm ready to go back to work.

      "I haven't even eaten yet!" I say, exasperated.

      Scare Factor: 1/10
      Rating: 1/10
    5. #109. Zombies

      by , 07-14-2010 at 11:07 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      07/14/10

      I'm running through a room with a sword, slashing at zombies. I feel like Zorro, only with more stabbing.

      An allied DC gets grabbed. I slice apart the zombie holding him, but I scratch him with my blade. We hope for the best.

      He thinks something might happen to me. I make an offhand comment, "I don't die." I'm not worried about myself.

      I step into the next room. The door slams shut behind us.

      I don't have my sword. A voice informs me that I'll have to meet its challenge, or the zombies on the other side of the room will be set free. A handful of neon orange-pink guitar picks appear in my hands. I have to throw them into a 3-inch gap on the other side of the room, in front of the zombies.

      I throw two, but they go wild. The creepy childlike voice informs me that if I miss again, we're all going to die.

      I hold one pick in the palm of my hand. I will it to float, and slowly send it toward the bucket. It lands perfectly.

      I grin at the creepy ghostlike girl that appears out of the wall. She gestures sullenly toward another door and it opens with a creak.

      "At least this isn't a dream," I say to my partner, "If it was, I'd have to wake myself up. I have a doctor's appointment in the morning."

      I stop and feel for dreaminess. "And now I'm lucid," I say. "I really ought to wake up, though."

      I focus on dismantling the dream, aiming for a new location. We'll see if this works...


      ---

      False awakening. I beg a friend for a ride to work. Apparently, I work at a pizza place part-time. News to me.

      One of the managers says that the new guy seems depressed and it's all my fault. I sigh, and go over to talk to the guy, who's standing in the kitchen.

      "Look, it's not that I don't like you." I lie, "I just move around so much, I don't like getting close to people." I kindly leave out the fact that I'm friends with the DC managers, owner, and various and sundry employees.

      The creepy fucker smiles at me. I really want to punch him in the face.

      Zombies. Scare Factor: 4.