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The Jack Nicholson horror film
26/05/20
-Vivid - NLD

I’m in my living room at night with my wife when suddenly an unknown and paranormal force begins to knock us about the room. It’s terrifying and this force is invisible. I’m even thrown and flipped over onto my stomach. I become half paralysed and all I can do is reach out to my wife with my hand and move my lips slightly. Thinking this is the end I try to say “I love you” to her but all that comes out is a faint whispering breath.
Suddenly I’m back on my feet and trying to unlock the front door so we can both escape. Luckily we get out before it attacks again. After a moment outside we go back in the house as we believe we’ll be safer inside as the evil force has got out as well. I begin locking the porch door in a panic and tell my wife to check it’s definitely locked. I then lock the front door but it doesn’t work and opens again! I try again and it locks the second time. We know something is outside and wanting to get in and feel afraid and helpless. I quickly run to the living room realising the window might be open and It is! I hurry to shut it and an evil looking man who is a scarier version of Jack Nicholson from the shinning is there and grabs the window at the same time as me. I pull as hard as I can and get the upper hand, closing and locking the window. The man then looks through the window with a crazy, grin on his face. “Here’s Johnny!” He says almost mocking me as he pretends to be Jack Nicholson. I hurry away and find my wife in the hallway. I say “We’ll be fine if all the windows are shut”. She asks “what are we going to do if he smashes a window?” Disheartened but trying to brave I say “If he does, you get the baby and sneak out the back and get as far away as possible and call the police. I will... I will do what I can”. I feel upset saying that but my braveness feels heroic and sacrificial which gives me a sense of pride. She looks at me with pure love for saying that. “In fact call the police now” I say realising that would be smart. I go upstairs and check the window in the Babies room. It’s closed but I look through the blinds and see if I can see the man. He must be still at the window downstairs and I can’t see him from this angle. I then go to the kitchen. Jade is cooking and chopping onions as if nothings wrong! I then realise the kitchen window is open! “The window!” I say but my wife doesn’t seem bothered. “I’d rather him get in then have the window shut whilst I’m doing this”. she says. I run to the window and try to shut it but the man is there and this time gets the upper hand and gets through. I am scared and react by grabbing an electric toothbrush and stabbing him in the eye with it. I then turn it on which creates a big bloody eye socket as it vibrates. I say something like “Can you help me!” To my wife but she doesn’t. “I don’t like horror films” she says and just like that the terror of the dream melts away and I suddenly think we’ve paid to have this experience as if renting a movie!? My wife isn’t bothered by it so it all stops suddenly. Jack Nicholson still with the toothbrush in his eye leaves and pulls off a fence panel in my garden. He looks back at us and knows he’s defeated. “Wrong house anyway, I was looking for Mr. Bruntons!” He says as if telling us it’s time for him to move on to his next victims. We smile and watch him go through the fence. The ordeal is over.

Analysis: Wow I loved this dream! It was my first official nightmare since I started my journal but it was so vivid with a mostly coherent plot and I remember it so well and that fear was so real! Again there are some major recurring themes. The evil attacker/ intruder theme again along with this bizarre not been able to lock doors problem? I think this must stem from me locking the doors every night before bed? Still it’s the 3rd time this has happened and needs noting as a serious dream sign. It was a mostly scary dream but was funny how it fizzled away into silliness at the end. The most interesting part however was the beginning. That invisible force, throwing me around, pinning me down and making me unable to move or talk?! It had similarities to how people describe sleep paralysis and I wonder if it was some lesser form of it only within a dream setting and not my bed room? It’s not the first time I’ve experienced this either and may have been my transition from waking to dream as it took place in my house? Interesting though very frightening at times.

I recently had a dream where I saved a very nice checkpoint that I could reload like in game. For fun, I ranked my top dreams up to the "Checkpoint" dream, determining the best checkpoints I could have in previous dreams. This considers if I want to have fun, do activities, or retreat to a safe haven in the midst of a dangerous fight.

1. Enigma: The basic premise of the dream, revisiting 6 past dreams.
2. L: the sheer amount of control I have here is insane, and the aquarium seems safe and beautiful enough.
3. Perfect Plan: very cool and has myself to consult in case something goes wrong.
4. The Dream Guide: The titular character could be very helpful.
5. Nice Meal: at a beach with my sister, en route to good food and music. What more could you ask for?
6. SERENDIPITY: the cool beginning may be double edged, but meeting two of my friends and the potential with amazing ending is promising.
7. Hypothesis: Also with a really big amount of control and potentially able to go anywhere
8. Beautiful Garden: The titular location is very pretty and I have telekinesis.
9. Deja vu ii: has a similar theme and is very nice, only problem is it seems to be going nowhere
10. To the Sun: The hill is very pretty and it's worth seeing where Jamie is going off to or using the lighthouse as vantage point.
11. Detective Noir: I'm in a bar with black and white style which is pretty cool.
12. High Level Area: The challenges and the obstacles seems pretty interesting.
13. Dream Competition: I had gone through quite a bit to reach a relatively safe place. The titular event also seems interesting.
14. Checkpoint: Truly one of the outliers of the 3/5 dreams, it has the best "checkpoint" out of them all -- a beautiful girl greets me and says it's a nice day. Though simple, it surpasses a lot of one-time 5/5's and even 6/5's.

(night of) 09-12-20

Focusing on the dog and Becky, only get some flashes during meditation : the dog's 'home' which is a kind of rescue center for dogs (though more of a hostel) and the color green or blue

1) At a pub that seems to double up as a night club - though it is daytime now. It's quite dark in the pub and while I am drinking, with some friends, a guy approaches me - he asks me if I could give something to Fabienne (my wife) and hands me a plastic bag with some stuff in. He's pretty tall, has a nice suit and some kind of hair style that looks overly too styled. Simon, my mate, asks me what's in the bag - so I take a look. It has various papers and cut outs in it, I don't understand any of this - what does he want? what does it mean? As we are walking back home (which seems to be just down the street to the night club) I look through the contents again. There are some notes, hand written on old bits of paper, from what I can gather he tried to talk to her (via written notes) 15 years ago, and now wants to marry her. On one sheet of glossy paper there is a collage of images expertly put together, it's difficult to work out what any of it means, but I can see that this guy is a big deal. He runs a production studio and is a big tv star. An old photo of him in the early 2000's is also attached, the guy has tall spiky multi colored hair and looks like a total douche. When I get back home, which is now in my old home town I grew up in, I walk past my mum and wife who are in the living room, I'll give Fabi the bag in a bit. I go to see my step dad, he's painting this small intricate model of a creature. It's beautifully painted, a kind of sea monster, octopus with movable parts, a mouth that can be opened sideways to reveal red gums and razor sharp teeth. I tell him how impressed I am by it, though he was really good at art.

12/9/20

With A at some certain restaurant. It feels french and fancy. Things are pleasant and wishy washy.
The room opens up to a large hilly landscape. People are dressed in all white laying on the grass in small groups. There are funky trees scattered about. I befriend some bohemians who are making music. I wonder if I have my drum with me.
While walking back to the restaurant I feel drunk and cannot see for a few minutes. I gather some guy has come up to me attempting to give me a hug and he wants something from me. I am repulsed and gather he is a homeless guy trying to take advantage of me. He grabs me quickly but I push him away even though my vision is impaired.

It is night now and things are neon coloured with lights and glowy things all over. It feels like a night time festival.
This transitions to being at a church camp
I find my like-minded people but mostly everyone else is 'in on it'.

I am in a sort of secluded church camp now. I am an older leader. I befriend a kid who is kind of the outcast, we goof off in a photo booth and make silly faces. The picture print outs are very small, I put it in my pocket.

Guys are in separate dorms than girls. We are segregated all day as well. I find myself in a girl's room at night time. The gravity is different for me and I am being pulled away from the door. I attempt to climb up the floor while everyone else just lays around in their sleeping bags
After crawling through the door it is higher up and I fall to the floor with a thud

Certain days the guys clean up after the girls and certain days the girls clean up after the guys. It is the only time we are allowed into each other's sections. The rooms are named after planets and moons, they are divvied up through the week, we decide to clean Io today.

The girls are purposely messy and throw trash on the ground while the guys are walking around them cleaning. We all use our hands and have no cleaning tools. I imagine this to be quite unsanitary. My hands are full of candy wrappers and general bits of trash from the floor. We are leaving a room when the girls call our attention to empty chip bags that were under one of their sleeping bags. I take up the bag and begin to stuff other trash into it. They are all staring at me as if I have done something improper.

Some of the rooms have bunk beds and some of the beds are in small plywood constructed rooms in a long hallway that almost resembles a boxcar, my room is one of these though I only lay down once I think. I walk back and forth a lot. The ideology of the place is getting to me.
I don't like it. I am tired.

I go to the back of the row of rooms and there are several boys and one other leader in there all sitting around the same table. They are all wearing the same blue jumpsuits. They all look tired too. I ask when we are supposed to sleep. Cause I notice it doesn't really get dark here but the girls are sleeping regularly. They say they don't really sleep when they're here. I am reminded of lock-ins when I used to go to weekend camps.

We are told to go on a trip to one of the head pastor's house. While in the van with all the other kids I pull out the picture reel from earlier while next to the kid I befriended. I tell him these are nice mementos. "Mementos are really nice" I say "because they are an accurate memory of the past. Because memories can be flawed, we only remember what we want to remember. And memories can change based on how we feel" The other leader looks at me weird as do some of the boys. I gather I have been ideologically inappropriate again.

When we reach the pastors house I notice it is a very large house. We are all gathered at his front door as he is in the doorway. He steps outside and makes us watch him select a pair of shoes from his massive rack of dress shoes and work boots that are up against the house. There must be hundreds of pairs of shoes. This feels excessive to me. There is a tv screen on the porch he instructs us to watch as he wants to show us something. There are two cameras on his person as he is walking his cat down the street. Both views are on the tv. He is just rambling about his sweet little girl kitty and his dog as he is walking around giving them treats. We watch the screen of his perspective for a few minutes. I am not amused.
I ask the other leader if we can go in now cause I really don't wanna watch this dude feed his cat. Some of the kids giggle but the leader is solemn and quietly informs me this is the proper way they are instructed to do what they are told. It must happen this way before we enter. I roll my eyes and wait.

Once inside we are all sitting in a circle of chairs in the living room. It feels like a small group meeting but only the head pastor and a couple of his subservients are talking one at a time. I gather right off the bat that I am being singled out.

I am open at first but very regularly they are looking directly at me while saying something ominous. They also are constantly bumping into only me. Either walking past my chair or literally coming over to me and standing directly in front of me with their back to me.
Several times they are excitedly squatting and basically twerking in my lap. Everytime this happens my eyes get wider and wider. I am disgusted and in complete disbelief. I glance around the room with a dissatisfied look on my face and catch the glances of a couple of the guys in passing. We give each other that knowing look while I slowly shake my head.

This is gross, these are grown ass men in their sunday's best rubbing their body all over me "accidentally" and only me. One of the times one of them from inside the circle is passing a book to one on the outside of the circle over my head. He hits me in the head with the book in passing but doesn't acknowledge it. I just look around the room and catch the eyes of whoever will look at me. I am obviously being singled out here, this is gonna be good.

I now notice a blackboard on the wall to my left. It has many words written on it but in the very center is the word DEAD. I gather they are all words of personal submission. There are also the "higher ups" in the group all sitting around a rectangular table all very deeply in prayer or study or whatever. They have Uno cards I gather they are using like tarot cards but only Jesus inspired. I find it comical.

At a certain point everyone in the circle stands up while looking at me. I remain sitting with my arms crossed unmoved. A guy I know to my right slowly starts to crouch while everyone is holding hands with each other in the circle. Everyone else starts to crouch too. He says let's get down lower so we can be with him too. I look around while everyone prays with their head down. There is a girl in a wheelchair across from me I used to be friends with but she looks different. She has the silliest look on her face and one of her eyes is literally going around in circles. I hold back an audible laugh in the quietness of their group prayer.

While the main pastor is talking again I find extreme distain with his message. He is belittling the people around me. His demeanour is pompous and entitled. He encourages people to doubt themselves and ensures people they are less than they think they are. The only way to salvation is to listen to me he says. You must die to yourself and only support me, it's what god wants. I am visibly not having any of this bullshit.

He then announces God is telling him that one of us is in need of divine intervention. Shocker. While walking around the outside of the circle he is talking of the devil and the damnation of self-knowledge. Without warning he pushes my chair into the center of the circle exclaiming "God has chosen you my son to be directly touched by his loving hand!" "Whhooooooaaaa you don't say!?" I say out loud mockingly. Saw this coming.

He begins circling my chair looking at me intently. I notice the circle has thinned. The younger kids are gone and it is only 'the faith warriors' now. Shits about to get real I gather. He begins on some diatribe "Now son do you believe you were sent by God here today to…" and continues to talk for 5 minutes about divine intervention and the necessity of purging self for the attainment of 'rightfulness'. I let him talk while still having my arms crossed.
He pauses, "Well? Son? Do you?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was an actual question in there, it just sounded like you were talking at me not to me, can you please rephrase the statement?" I return.
The dream fades

Prison camp

I am in a prison camp that feels like north korea. It's a run down warehouse on the water, everything is rusted and smells.
I am with many other people who are also there against our will. Everyone has a job or location that they work at everyday.
There are lines for everything everywhere.
Everything is moderated/controlled and most everything survival related costs money, only we are paid literal pennies for our labor. People are depressed and just waiting to die. All hope is seemingly lost. I befriend some people but the whole experience is very drab.

While standing outside a building on the concrete road near the entrance I hear a voice in my head.
It says, "Listen. He is coming, You will be free."
I am confused but attentive. I see someone who is a higher up, someone with authority but not callous towards us. He is walking past me but doesn't notice me at first. I notice he begins to choke, he is unwell in just that moment. So I run to the kiosk behind me which has food and drinks I grab a cup which is on one of the lights and fill it with water. The older korean lady working here yells at me that I can't do that but I disregard her and give the water to the guy who is coughing really quick. He takes it and drinks in several large gulps and is suddenly well. His eyes are filled with gratitude and he sees me. He tells me he is in my debt and he will repay me, this is how it begins.

I am unsure what will happen now so I continue on with my routine. While working/moving around the warehouse and outside I notice a small number of people here and there who are standing at stations but don't have any work to do. I gather they have fallen through the cracks of the system and are still here but are not being told to do a job, they have been forgotten. It seems nice to have free time.

Suddenly the man returns and informs me I no longer have to work. I have been cleared from the system. But It would be up to me to figure out how to escape. The first domino seems to have fallen.
While walking around with free time now I befriend the other people who don't have to work.
One of them is a larger black man who sometimes works the gate and one of them is Jack Black. He gets a letter from family and inside of it is a refund totalling several hundred dollars, he is beside himself, I sit beside him. I tell him 'thats south korea money' implying it's enough money to bribe our way out of here. There are several others, maybe the black guy has a girlfriend. I don't recall. We work together to devise a plan of escape.

The day comes to execute the plan.
I am on rollerblades and when the big daily white semi truck delivery comes I ride next to it opposite of the warehouse and guards.
I am crouched and holding onto the wheel well on the front right wheel as it turns to leave the gate. I gather neither the semi nor the guards can see me riding along out the gate. After the semi is out of the gate and stopped my friends are in the back. The door opens and we overtake the semi driver, we control the vehicle now and all 6 of us are on the road to freedom. I gather we are still being pursued by the administration of the camp. But we drive on the highway and celebrate for a while anyway. The open road and wind feels nice we are all laughing.

We stop at a gas station which also has a mattress factory attached to it. It is night time. Peter Capaldi is now in our group. He is concerned he might regenerate soon. The administration seems to have caught up to us while we were inside. They steal back the semi but seem unconcerned with us as prisoners(maybe we look different?) I take as many supplies from the trunk as possible while the truck is pulling away. We are still free but now stranded in the middle of nowhere in a mattress factory. It is quiet as we all stand in front of the station looking outwards into the darkness.