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    1. Deterioration

      by , 06-18-2011 at 09:12 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Saturday 18th June 2011
      I was sitting in my room in the university halls of residence with my sister. I suddenly felt blood seeping out of my nose and it gradually worsened.

      I ran to the bathroom and let my nose bleed out into the sink; it showed no signs of stopping, so I gathered some tissue and held it to my nose. I took this chance to look into the mirror above the sink. My eyes were no longer their normal, dark green colour. They were an icy blue and it seemed to look like the colour was fading further.

      It was then that I thought to myself "I'm dying."


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      Car Journey
      Saturday 18th June 2011
      It was late at night and I was gazing out of the car window to the starry sky as we drove along a motorway. I could only see a few stars in the sky, so my gaze fell back into the car.

      However, I decided to look up again and the amount of stars multiplied and their light intensified.
      It was then I realised that I was dreaming. I sat still for a moment to compose myself and looked out of the windscreen of the car. Suddenly, everything started to fade. However, I managed to stabilise my surroundings and readied myself to fly out of the window. I began to float, but I woke up.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    2. Yellow Tape

      by , 03-30-2011 at 01:41 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Wednesday 30th March 2011
      I went into a book shop and browsed for something that I might like. After a couple of minutes of searching, a book on one of the shelves eventually caught my eye.

      I picked up the book from the shelf and inspected the cover; I can't remember what the subject of the book was, but I vaguely remember the cover having the colour red on it. Deciding to flip through the book, I leafed through the pages to find that they had been covered with layers of yellow tape. There were many strips that covered the whole page --none of the original text or images could be seen.

      Going back to the inside cover of the book, I decided to peel it off so I could see what was underneath. Picking at the corner, I eventually got a good hold of the tape and pulled it off. It came off rather easily; and while sticky residue still remained, the ink underneath was left mostly unscathed. There was a pattern of some sort on that page; although I can't remember it clearly.

      I decided to buy the book and attempt to take off the yellow tape from all of the other pages when I got home.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. The End?

      by , 03-25-2011 at 10:31 AM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Friday 25th March 2011
      Myself and many others were trapped in a huge, dark, cold room. That room was surrounded by trees which loomed over the surrounding area, making it look barren and dark. There were so many of these trees that we were effectively trapped inside; so this meant that we had to make our escape by taking down one of the trees.

      However, there was something different about these trees: they were explosive. All except one of them, it seemed. And to our dismay, we didn't know which one to pick. The police warned us that if we cut into the wrong tree with an axe or a saw, it would cause a nuclear explosion that would surely kill us all. (The police donned an 1950s type uniform.) Despite this, the group of policemen went out to see if they could find the right tree and cut it down.

      In the mean time, we all knelt down in the ground and held hands with one another, tears streaming down our cheeks. Grim cries of "I'm going to die!" and "I don't want to die" resounding throughout the room that we thought would surely be our grave site.

      Suddenly, a policeman jumped into the room from what appeared to be a huge hole in the wall, telling us that they'd managed to cut down the right tree. We walked outside, and saw an opening where the tree had once been. Simultaneously, a smile graced each and every one of our faces and we left with our lives.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    4. Abandoned

      by , 03-06-2011 at 10:57 AM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Sunday 6th March 2011
      I walked in to my mum's house only to find her sifting through a curtain of coats on the wall hooks. I asked her where she was going, but I can't quite remember where she said. But for some reason, I had the feeling that she wasn't coming back.

      After she left, I decided to inspect the house. It was very unkempt. Empty bottles and wrappers littered the floor. On the arm of a chair I saw a little bulldog puppy resting there; it had an air of sadness around it.

      I then took my investigation upstairs. What I found was quite upsetting. There were empty packets of dog food on the ground --as well as the very empty food bowls. I then saw two puppies that were so starving that they lay on their sides in exhaustion. Their bones protruded from their skin and fur. They obviously hadn't been fed for a long time.

      I rummaged through the rubbish on the floor and found an unopened packet of puppy food. Rushing downstairs, I remembered that I should also feed the bulldog puppy, which was still perched on the arm of the chair in the livingroom. Everything was so still and quiet, it was eerie.

      A thought then occurred to me that I should feed Sam
      [My step-dad's Labrador--who is actually alive and well!] But then I remembered that he was killed by my step-dad. Meanwhile, I had reached the kitchen and looked in the cupboards for a third bowl for the bulldog puppy. The room was so dilapidated; the cupboard doors detached from their hinges; washing left undone; rubbish bags still needing to be taken out.

      I grabbed the bowl and headed back into the livingroom.
      [This is when I was woken up by my alarm.]

      Updated 03-06-2011 at 11:01 AM by 25203

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    5. Nightmare Within a Dream

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:50 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Sunday 31st May 2009
      My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact.

      Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself.

      My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty.

      I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after.

      It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching.

      A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet.

      Rustle

      His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing.

      Rustle

      He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall

      Snap

      The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head.

      He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground.

      Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch.

      I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face.

      Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees.

      I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown.


      Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    6. Despair

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:46 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Tuesday 19th May 2009
      On a journey back home with my dad, we both sat on the top deck of a roofless double-decker bus. I stood, leaning daringly over the front and almost toppled out as the bus screeched to an abrupt halt on cue with the irritated beeping that arose from a small, speeding TJ Walsh bus as it raced past us near a roundabout.

      My courage unwavered, I continued standing and turning to my dad I asked, "So, we're going home now, right?"

      "No, we're going swimming." Came the reply.

      No! I thought, despairing over the lack of geography revision I had done for the exam. I don't have any time!

      As I said this, the bus encircled the roundabout which allowed me to get a good look at the gleaming clock tower. The black hands clearly reading quarter to eight. The face of the clock shone with a brilliant, bold yellow-orange gradient which was brightened by the dark blue evening sky.

      Despite this, we returned home and I angrily dashed out into a huge garden with houses opposite with cosy, warm yellow lights eminating from each window. I flopped down onto a wooden bench where my geography work lay and tears creeped from my eyes until the dam completely broke.

      I don't have time! I repeatedly chanted like a mantra, as I tried to lift up my work to throw it onto the ground. The unusual weight of it, however, prevented me from doing so; it was simply to heavy.

      Later, I found myself in the doorway of a dimly lighted bedroom. I saw a bed with white covers - plastic bags lay bundled together atop it, and there was a mirror that stretched the whole length of the wall opposite to where I was stood. From where I was standing I could see someone dressed in black, sat at the wall opposite the mirror -I could only see enough of the figure to conclude the he or she was sitting on a chair - but this person wasn't reflected in the mirror. I also heard a monotonous drone - the person was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher the words. And as if I couldn't, or wasn't allowed to step in to the room, I instead stood on tip toes to see if I could find a reflection but the bags on the bed seemed to grow and obscure my view with each new height that I reached.

      Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my chest and wheezed as pain struck it. I clasped at my chest screaming, "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!"
      Invisible hands wrapped roughly around my arm and clutched my top directly where the pain was and started to drag me into the room. I couldn't see them, but I could feel and sense them on me. Screams tore helplessly from my lungs.


      Uuugh...I have my geography exam today...: (
      Categories
      nightmare , memorable , non-lucid
    7. Daybreak

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:43 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Sunday 17th May 2009
      Myself and the rest of my geography class, and teacher, finished hiking up a precipitous mountain. We weren't at the very top, however, we were high above the clouds. It looked very beautiful, especially with the Sun pertruding from the clouds, its golden rays skimming their tops and lightening the sandy rock with a soft, yellow hue.

      We jumped from a thin ledge of rock onto a bigger, more sturdy platform and I sat, my legs swinging from the side. I looked at the Sun, then across to my teacher who yelled across to everyone,

      "Don't forget to brush your hair -It decreases blood pressure!"

      The thin ledge we were on before seemed further away and so thin it was non-existent, and panicked, I slid, but I kept my grasp firmly on the rocks, begging my friend who stood nearby to help me up before I fell to my death. I could feel my body giving way to gravity and I would have fallen, if it not had been for my friend who dragged me up by the bag I had over my shoulder.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Bus Journey

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:42 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Saturday 18th April 2009
      Sitting on the right side of the bus towards the middle, I handed my friend a pile of sketches I had done and she leafed through them.

      Suddenly, while the bus was moving, a man clothed entirely in black jumped through the doors. He just appeared to be a speeding blur. He rushed up the aisle and back down again. A few people screamed in pain, and fell limply in their seats, blood pouring from their fleshly opened wounds. They'd been slashed with a knife.

      Those who were left alive carried on as if nothing had happened, while I sat, desperately wondering to myself if they'd actually noticed what happened. Even the driver continued with the journey with out so much as a second thought; he didn't even stop once.

      As the journey continued, panic still present in my mind, the blur of a man jumped in again while the bus was moving and swept up and down the length of the bus. More people slumped in their chairs, blood trickling down their slashed torsos and chests.

      My heart rate sped up dramatically.

      How could he possibly do that!? I thought to myself, shifting irritably in my seat.

      I went on to wondering about if was actually hiding beneath or on top of the bus. I looked foreward, seeing an old lady with grey hair slumped in her chair, utterly lifeless; among the rest of the people who had been killed. My gaze then traveled out of the window. The bus weaved through cars on the busy roads and it was getting dark outside, and I was becoming more frightened with every passing minute.

      Soon enough, we had finally arrived in the town centre. I didn't want to wait to get to the bus stop, so when the driver had stopped at a traffic light, I yelled down the bus, "Hey, is it alright if I get off here?"

      "Yeah, course you can." Came the cheerful reply, as if he hadn't even realised the killings that had so fleetingly taken place throughout the journey.

      I jumped off the bus and onto the pavement, slowly realising I had left my bag on the bus, but the bus had already driven away. I decided that when I got home, I'd find the number for the bus station and ask if my bag had been given in to lost and found.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    9. Mouse Infestation

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:20 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Monday 13th April 2009
      Throwing my overpacked bag next to the bed in the guest room of my sister's boyfriend's house, I left to walk into another room where a PC was stood in the corner beside the door.

      Alone, I searched for random videos using non existant search engines and each video appeared not only on the monitor, but the huge wide screen TV which was affixed to the wall.

      As night began to fall, I walked in to the guest bedroom. The curtains were drawn tightly closed and the light was off. And dragging myself upon the high window sill, I sat within the darkness the room had to offer. As I looked out into the small room, I noticed something in my peripheral view. A person. A person sat right next to me on the window sill. Turning and studying he rmore, she looked rather like an old friend from Secondary School, with her long dark hair which was tied back into a high pony tail, accompanied by pale, ashen skin.

      Thinking nothing more of her, I turned my gaze back on to the floor at the opposite end of the room and noticed something else. Small, round, black eyes were accentuated by the midnight coloured darkness.
      "What the hell is that!?" I thought aloud.

      And running my eyes across the rest of the floor I realised the whole floor was covered in mice and rats of varying shapes and sizes. They were all feasting on bags of hay and sawdust which had apparently appeared out of nowhere and had been verociously ripped or chewed open its contents now decorating the navy blue carpet with hughes of yellows, browns and beige.

      A scream tore from my lungs as I drew my legs up against my chest and wrapped my arms around them. Trying to draw as much defense from the position as possible. All the while my mum's voice echoed in my head like a memory, There's no point in hiding in a high up place, they could just climb up to get you.

      The girl sat next to me didn't once react. She just stared. Out of everything in the room, she seemed to be the only one painted in the thickest of darkness.

      Suddenly, I was back in the room with the computer I had been in earlier, sat in a crouching position near the bed as if I had been hiding behind it.

      I slowly straightened my legs and began out of the door, meeting the mum of my sister's boyfriend on the landing.

      "You can go grab something to eat, you know." She offered with a friendly smile.
      "Oh, thank you. I was just about to." I replied, returning her smile.

      Upon this short exchange of words I started down the stairs.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    10. False Awakening

      by , 06-23-2010 at 10:07 PM (A Pierrot's Muse)
      Friday 3rd April 2009
      Upon waking from a dream I no longer remember, I opened my eyes a crack and peered out into the darkness.
      I didn't focus much on my surroundings to begin with, however, after a closer inspection (my vision becoming clearer in spite of my eyes remaining half-lidded) I came to the realisation that I was in fact lying in my bed in the living room; right where the chair was supposed to be. The vision in my left eye was hindered due to the obtrusive pillow, my gaze sweeped across the dark expanse of the room before coming to the conclusion that I was still dreaming.


      I attempted to regulate my breathing into a steady rhythm and opened my eyes wider-- still, my left eye was half covered in darkness due to the pllow which my head had sunk into -- On my right eye was what seemed like a scattering of white dust which obstructed my view further.

      I lifted my head -- which felt incredibly heavy -- from the pillow, but in spite of my efforts I couldn't control myself very well and fell limply back onto the pillow.

      Curiosity then spiked and since that getting up was now off the agenda, I was curious as to see what my hand would look like. Would it have more fingers as it usually did when I did a reality check? Be a little blurry? Raising my arm, which experienced the same heavy feeling as my head, I raised my hand into a clearing in my vision between the walls of black and white. To my surprise, I merely gazed at a stump; cut off at the wrist abruptly, my hand was simply none existant.



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      Stairway to...
      Friday 3rd April 2009

      I stood at the entrance of the house -- the hallway enveloped in darkness -- and two figures emerged from within its dark depths; my sister and following close by was one of my good college friends.

      Apparently, he'd slept over for the weekend and now the time had arrived for his departure. I feel a pang of guilt wash over me. I find myself wishing we ould have done more to make his stay more enjoyable. (Albiet I didn't seem to recall what was done during his stay.)

      Turning on my heels, my vision swept passed the doorway of my dad's bedroom -- someone was inside.
      Her back was facing me but she was clad in silk, pale pink pyjamas and a house coat that looked rather like a small kimono. Her long, wavy black hair was gathered into a tight pony tail which trailed, incredibly, right down to the top of her thighs.

      I fleetingly wonder who she was.

      One of my sister's friends I'd decided.

      "Don't forget your fan!" I hear my sister's voice from behind me. Following that, the mysterious girl produced a pink fan and packed it into a bag.

      My sister then grabbed a bag from somewhere and filled it with clothing of which included a red T-shirt and a brown one. Then, with her free hand grasped a nearby suitcase and we started out the door, first walking to our neighbour who lived directly opposite.
      "Could you look after this, please?" she inquired to the man who now stood at the door.

      He accepted the suitcase without hesitation and promptly we headed down the stairs. It appeared that I was now carrying the bag with the T-shirts inside, another random white T-shirt hooked in my right hand which flopped around lazily with my movements.

      Continuing the journey down, the stairs began to undergo metamophosis; taking on the appearance of hard, cold stone stairs which led up to a huge archway from which white light flooded through.
      This light was of stark contrast to the sullen darkness of the room. And this time, by myself, I walked up the stairs.

      I heard a jumble of voices -- male ones -- ricocheting across the barren area.
      "It's a shame when people you're looking for aren't there..."
      "Yeah, it is."

      I was very nearly at the top. I began up the last flight of steps before I realised I had dropped the bag I was carrying, which was now hanging loosely on a long plank of wood that was propped up against the side of the banister. And looking up again, I saw a frightened man, pale with fear and pleading looks painted across his features, slowly crawling his way up on his hands and knees towards the light.