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(Aliens)

So in the first dream, I was happily doing nothing in my backyard - just filling the time of the day since I was bored and didn't have a whole lot to do. But then as I look up, I see a gigantic space ship. I'm standing there in awe as I watch it bank slowly and then come to a rest in what seems to be right over my house. I'm standing there when I see holes open up, and something floats down to the ground. I quickly run over to it and discover that it's a root beer. I laugh as I pick it up and taste it - it is pretty good. But then a box appears next to me, also from the ship. And so do two robots.

I'm on the box, being nosy about what's inside, when the robots just pick me - and the box up - and start carrying us to the house. They're in no way malicious or hurtful. In fact, they make sure I don't get jostled around. I do thank them when we do get to the house.

Then I swear I hear that there's something calling me. So I take off, and I actually find a car to go driving up this incredibly steep hill to get to where I'm going. I made a few wrong turns, and my stomach clenches every time, as if to remind me that I'm running out of time, but I make it. As it turns out, it's a shuttle - like the one that's supposed to dock with the ship.

So I go running and find some other people already seated inside of it, and I join them, strapping myself in. As we're picking off, my cousin, Hailey, comes running up and clings to the side of the ship. As I bodily grab her and haul her in, I see some of my family below, and I wave and cheekily say, "I told you it was aliens! You just didn't believe me!"

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(Terminator )

Very fragmented.

All I can remember of this one is me being outside of a warehouse-looking thing, and a man I trusted and respected arguing with me. He was telling me, no, I wouldn't be fine. This entire plan had gone to hell.

I calmly offered out my last full magazine to him, telling him he'd be needing it more than I did. Angrily he swore, accepted it, and slammed it into his gun. Pulling out an empty magazine, I filled it up with the few extra bullets I had in my pockets. It was only a quarter or so full, but it was good enough for me.

"Go." I told him, looking him square in the eye. He glared at me, but did what he was told, and I turned around and rushed into the warehouse, where I was confronted by a monster. I put it down easily, and then stood there, closing my eyes and regaining my composure.

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(Super Smart Children).

Don't really remember much of this one.

Besides that there were incredibly smart children, and I watched as they were babies to the time that they were teens. And every time they passed a test, they were rewarded. But every time they failed, they were "punished" in a manner of speaking. Eventually, however, the youngest of their number died, and the kids covered it up well enough that the people weren't able to tell the difference.

Except for when the top dog ushered two of them into his office, and questioned them about the girl who'd died. They kids got angry, and the girl was just abotut to lash out at him.

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I was in a beautiful place bordering the water and walking around to my heart's content. I met a man there, he seemed nice, but as soon as we pulled into a semi-less populated area, he slammed his fist into my temple and knocked me out cold. When I woke up, I'd discovered my money gone and my head throbbing. So I got out to walk around again, only he was there - AGAIN. This time he spared me the formalities, got me on my ass somehow, and then he cocked my head just right before he smacked me a final time.

When I woke up again, I wanted blood. But I couldn't find the asshole. So instead I went to the store to go buy something, and then my coworker, Savvy, was there - with the guy. she instantly caught onto my murderous gestures and glares and eventually strode over to me as I was fiddling with something.

"So. . . Wanna know why we don't get along so well? It's because you're antisocial. Bordeline maniac."

I slapped her, hard. Then I grabbed the front of her shirt and hauled her in close.

"You listen-" she tried to snarl, but I got there quicker.

"No. You listen to what I have to say. That asshole you're with? He's only after your damn money. Every time he saw me, he took all of mine and then punched me in the side of the head to knock me out."

She looked shocked then, still angry but shocked, and was probably going to say something else, but I'd woken up.

(I had a feeling this one was part of another dream, but as per the norm, I woke up for no reason at all in the middle of the night.)

I had missed the first day of school because I'd been sick, so when I finally came back, I was scrambling to have everything done and accounted for. I didn't get all the teacher's syllabuses, but I did get a packet that contained two journals, a whole bunch of papers, and what the teacher called his "Welcome to school gift and personal learning plan."

I was utterly confused, but listened anyway to a confusing teaching style that involved teacher-student interaction and students functioning on their own. Eventually I just shrugged and said, "okay. I think I get it."

It didn't help that this math class I was supposed to take was just about two hours long.

FML.

I woke up.

(This was a three-part dream from me constantly waking up. I'm going to have to find a better solution for this.)

The first dream involved zombies. Granted, it wasn't a very large zombie area, but I remember that I had to get to something and zombies were in the way.

Very, VERY short. Inspired by all the Resident Evil: Apocolypse trailers I've been seeing everywhere.

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I was in one of the WTC towers when it was hit by one of the airplanes. I had my golden retriever, Sam, with me, but shortly after that, I saw that everybody was going to lose it. So I shouted, "it's okay. Stay calm, and we're going to be okay. We're going to start taking the stairs outside."

We were on the lower building levels, and surprisingly, everybody did as I asked them too. We all began to walk out of the building calmly, as though we were doing a drill instead of a response to a terrorist attack. My dog was seperated from me, and I wanted to call out his name, panic, and run to him, but I knew I couldn't.

People would freak out if I did. So when I evacuated the building, I wrang out my hands and asked a fireman to help me locate my dog - but Sam came trotting out when I called his name.

I lead him away from the building and towards someplace safer, petting him all the while.

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This one was more difficult to recall. I know that I was wondering where the hell something was, and I was helping my friend build something for HIS friend.

I'd met this somewhat cute guy when I woke up. He had a couple of facial piercings, and I remember he said he was on the East Coast (or somewhere close to it).

(Was a two-part dream. Woke up again in the middle of the night - I really need to stop that. It makes me feel groggy when I wake up.)

Through the first part of my dream, I was helping my friend try to find something he needed for school. After showing him some of my old stuff I was trying to get rid of, he did find it, just not in the right color. So we go to this gigantic bookstore, and I quickly find myself distracted by rows upon rows upon rows of books. . . The ultimate daydream.

I asked the cashier for a specific book, but quickly ignored that and simply went into the sheleves to find books that I might like instead. All of the titales looked amazing, the cover art was great, and I wanted to buy every single one of those books and read them. I didn't have the time, unfortunately. Or the money.

I woke up shortly after I'd purchased a book I'd already been reading - something about a video game, as I recall.

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The second dream involved a gigantic group of superheroes there. Flash, Superman, Wonder Woman - they were all there. Some my own mind created. They were arguing about the destruction done to one of their planets and who had been the cause of that calamity. I was standing on my front porch, kind of just watching the action flicker from one person to the next, and several times I had to try and convince myself not to facepalm.

And then I did, because the arguement deteriorated into, "who has the best animals."

And so they bring forth Earth dogs - my dogs - and the alien dogs. It just so happened that it happened to be a copy of my golden retriever, Sammy. They were so alike, I couldn't tell the difference. But as I stopped and petted all of the dogs as they argued, I realized the alien dog was slimmer than mine, and with a different collar. But as I smiled and extended my hands towards him, though, I swear I saw a little bit of a smile on the dogs face.

Then I woke up.

(Seems like my brain wants to continue the Digimon trend. Alright, I'm game.)

Me and my friends were riding a motorcycle, except there were three of us on there. Somehow the driver lost his balance, and down we went. I was screaming as I hit the pavement, felt my arm drag heavily against the asphalt, but only suffered a minor scrape on my arm. A car was fast approaching the intersection, and as I looked at it, a new piece of fear wove through me.

"Don't hit me! Don't run me over!" I screamed desperately, and I closed my eyes as I heard the car screeching, only to find the tread of the front tire inches away from my forehead. As I breathed a collective sigh of relief, I gathered everybody up and determined us fit and fine. Nobody had been hurt.

The next day I found myself in a department store. It was big, fancy, and very high tech. As I was browsing around, I couldn't help but think that I was being followed. Lo and behold, I was. A man was stalking me through the store, bloody murder in his eyes. Somehow, he got injured - whether or not it was a clothing rack of some kind falling on him or he was already injured - I don't know. But then he was chasing after me.

I beat him to the elevator and stabbed the "down" button, and the doors blissfully shut before he got there. I could hear his screams as he beat on the elevator door. Once out, I quickly looked for a place to hide, and sought refuge in the women's restroom. Crawling under the overhang of the sinks, I tucked my knees against my chest and I waited for the man to come screaming down to where I was. He did, yelling my name and frantically running to and fro, but he could not find me. A young boy entered the bathroom looking for his mother, and I caught sight of him.

"Psst." I said, a gentle smile on my face, "Come here. We'll wait here, where it's safe." He did as I asked, seemingly thinking it was a game of some kind.

As the crazy man drew closer to the bathroom, I remember thinking I wished there was some way I could escape. . . And instantly, I was in another place. A bar, of some kind, with grungy men scattered everywhere. They looked rather like pirates - and imagine my surprise to discover that they were pirates. I soon found that I was in the Digital World, and in a town that had run bone-dry of water.

I don't know why, but I set out to find the problem. Find it I did. A village of smaller digimon had dammed up the lake that led to the Pirate Town. The only way to free this lake was to hit the main control switch at the center of it. Clambering over a trail of floaties leading to it, the Digimon tried to squirrel me away, but I hit it and the dam broke. They were mad at me instantly, but I was mad right back.

"How could you? There's plenty of water for everyone to share. Stop this nonsense right now."

Both towns resolved the matter peacefully, but almost instantly afterwards, I was in the real world. Almost breathing another sigh of relief, I went about my daily life before I discovered my brother handing me an odd camera. He begged me to take a picture of him using the new camera. Frowning, I obeyed, getting the feeling that something was off, and as soon as I did, he disappeared. He'd been transported to the digital world. I tried desperately to find him, but could not.

Right as I gave up home, two Digimon came to the real world - Beelzemon and another Digimon. I was looking outside for my brother to find the pair coming out onto the porch and then shooting fruit. With their incredibly powerful weapons. When I stared at them, about to tell them to knock it off, Beelzemon gave me a "so?" stare.

"I'm callibratin' it." He just replied simply.

I woke up shortly after.

(This dream was two, actually. I woke up once, and then fell back asleep again and dreamt a less vivid dream. Kind of irritating - I was off to a good start. Digimon was centered around Season 4.)

I was in the Digital World with a couple other kids, but we'd gotten seperated from another girl. Me, being concerned about her, said we should try to locate her. The other Digidestined asked me how - the Digi World was so big, it could take weeks to search all over. This stumped me, but then I thought, "well, we're all connected, aren't we? We should be able to trace that connection back to her."

So I asked them to join hands with me, close their eyes, and focus on her. It seemed to take a very, very long time. We had to concentrate very hard - but eventually a picture of her rose up in my mind - but then an evil Digimon attacked us, quickly knocking us apart.

Angry, we all Digivolved into our respective forms, and were working on a strategy -

But then I woke up.

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All I can remember from this one was there was a military unit, and a man was in it. They were supposed to infiltrate this building by a cliffside, but when they entered, one of them soon found himself boxed in. Afraid of being shot, he darted around, unable to quite see his environment too well. Finally he turned back to the cliff and jumped over it, where he was going to hit the water before he saw his unit on another cliffside.

He teleported over there safely. To me, this "teleportation" looked like the world slowed down around him, and he was covered in a gold-like aura because he moved incredibly fast. It took two of these 'flashes' to get up on the cliffside.

I woke up right after that.

(I'm curious about the other dream, wondering if it was possibly a shared dream?)

(Based on a romance novel series my sister got me into.)

I was in Doc E's house, with his wife, Taylyn. She was heavily pregnant and we were just talking about the baby and her life with E. I was their sister, except without the full-blown Seminus status. I grinned as Taylyn told me something hilarious, and then I was cocking my head because I heard something. Like a door splintering. I slipped out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a woman was looking at me, a wickedly creepy smile on her face.

"Tell me where they are." She said, right before she pulled out a knife and went for me. I managed to fight back, and ended up with only a couple scrapes, but as if that triggered something, all the sudden the house was just filled with people that were like ninjas.

I fight through a few more, to Taylyn, and manage to convince her to hide. She's pregnant - regardless of whether or not she can fight, the baby might be hurt. As soon as I get her hidden, I sneak back into the house and find that the ninjas discovered three odd-looking artifiacts - a key, a box, and a necklace. All of them were sharp lines and curves and black. Demonic-looking. I manage to steal the key and the box back, and I shove them into Taylyn's hiding place.

As I go back into the house, I find a man there. He's looking at me stoicly, and he pulls out a long knife. It looks really sharp.

"Tell me where they are." He says tonelessly, and I spit, "Go to hell!"

We go at it, but I know I've already lost. I attack, but he raises the knife and I catch it in my hand. I scream - it hurts, it stings, worse than anything I've already felt. Regardless, he tries to get me again, and I catch the blade once more. Angry at me, he sends me down onto the floor and leans over me, chuckling in my ear.

"I want you to deliver a message to your brothers. . . I will find it." And with every word, he slices me open, leaving me a bloody mess on the kitchen floor.

I black out then, the pain too much to take. When I do wake up, it's because somebody is in the house, but I can't warn Taylyn. My breathing is so choppy. It's like I'm hyperventilating. I try to get up, but only crash back onto the floor and groan. Then somebody is calling my name - it's E and Shade, I assume Wraith must be somewhere else in the house, searching for other intruders.

They're afraid to touch me, and I can barely see them. I can't focus on them, my head feels foggy and I'm too tired. E and Shade start cursing at me and tell me not to go back to sleep, to stay with them. I try to tell them what happened, but my odd breathing make it difficult.

But I manage to spit it out, and E thanks me wholeheartedly for keeping Taylyn safe. Then there's an ambulance, and they lift me up onto a gurney so get me to Underworld General. I'm fading fast, but I try to tell E that Taylyn has the key and the box he'd had hidden.

As I fall asleep again, the last thing I remember are the hospital lights flashing overhead as I'm wheeled into the OR, people desperately shouting orders and the loud squeal of the gurney wheels ringing in my ears.

I remember vaguely that I was holding a crystal in my hand, and for some reason I knew that it held power inside of it. I wasn't quite sure how, but it did. I was with my younger brother, and we were exploring a very interesting place, filled to the brims with crystals that were easily over ten feet tall. There were many of them, dotted around the trail we walked upon.

He ran ahead of me, I don't know why, but then I heard water splash. Something flashed across my vision, and suddenly he was thrashing in the water and screaming for help as one of the crystals turned into a dragon and began to try and drown him. I ran to the edge of the water, but I couldn't go in - the dragon was whipping its tail at me and preventing me from going into the water.

The crystal I was holding jumped out of my hand and hit the edge of the water, and turned into a beautiful blue and silver dragon. It attacked the dragon trying to kill my brother, and defeated it. As it pulled my brother to shore, I remember staring at it, with tears in my eyes. It had gotten hurt, and it was tired. I was about to try and hug it or touch it in some way when I woke up.

((Well, it's official. I've finally had a Winx Club dream, though for some reason, I've found I can never fly correctly unless I'm lucid. Sometimes in dreams when I'm "running" away from something or the like, I manage to nudge myself a little higher, but eh. Maybe I can work on becoming more and more lucid. ))

This was more of a dream fragment than anything, but I remember one of the fairies was zipping about, looking pleased and happy with herself because she was just all that and a bag of chips. I asked her if she'd show me how to transform and use my magic, but she stuck her nose up at me and just basically said, "I don't have the time to waste on you."

I got angry, and stormed off, determined to show her I could do it all on my own - and be even better than she was. So I closed my eyes and I concentrated really, really hard, and this power came exploding up out of nowhere, encompassing me and indeed triggering a transformation. My hair was waist-length and pinned back, my body covered by a deep amethyst-colored dress of sorts. Except I didn't have the wings. The girl laughed at me, telling me I looked ridiculous without wings.

So I proved to her I could have them.

I did this by jumping off a cliff, telling myself I could fly.

The wings sprouted from my backside, an even darker color than my dress and looking just like spun sugar. I did try to fly - and I succeeded after a try or two, but I was fluttering back to the ground before I knew it, having exhausted my new wings and I was immensely tired. I woke up.

(( for part of this dream, I was lucid, but several other times I was about to wake up but somehow remained in the dream. So some parts I wasn't. ))

I remembered there was this hospice that I was travelling to, with the youngest of our group, a 10-year-old-girl. The rest of my group was holding up in an abandoned masnion, which served as our home for the time being. I drove a very old teal car there, in order to better disguise ourselves. Upon reaching this hospice, I got us both out of the car and did a quick once-over of the building. I was going there to see an old lady who had been in charge of the project to turn us all into what we were today. I was about to go in when the girl I was with started to make a fuss.

I told her it wasn't safe and she needed to stay out here - in case I had to make a quick getaway. Not to mention it'd be safer for her, if Erasers were present and planned to sneak up on her. The girl was throwing a fit, but after a stern comment, she soon quieted and agreed to my plan. That being taken care of, I turned around and entered the building.

It was nice and furnished pleasantly, and didn't reek of heavy cleaning. I walked up to the receptionist and asked her where the lady was, and she smiled at me and directed me to her. She was currently eating lunch, but upon seeing me, she froze and a very cold glint entered her eye. Having lied to the receptionist about wanting to go see my "aunt", I looked at her, grinned cheekily, and said, "Why, hello, Auntie!"

I despised this woman. I hated her with almost everything I had. She had not been kind in the least during my period of captivity. The receptionist left, and I began to demand answers about a black folder that contained sensitive information about us. She denied having it, and began to ask me questions about silly things that honestly made no sense. I realized she was trying to stall me after a few seconds, so I growled at her, whirled around, and quickly made my escape. There was a man who was trying to catch me, but I was too fast for him.

Exiting on the side of the building, the girl was the first one to greet me. She was holding a huge black packet, and as I looked, I found she was grinning.

"I found it! I found what we were looking for!"

"Celebrate later, baby. We have to book it."

And we did. I jumped into the driver's seat of the car and I took off, pealing rubber and making a hasty escape.

Next thing I know, I'm standing on a street corner with the second youngest in my group, and I was on the verge of waking up. I vaguely remembered reading something about rubbing your hands together to stay lucid, so I did. And I stayed lucid. The girl was gesturing for me to run, to hurry, to follow her. I did, and together we sprinted down the sidewalk to our hideout.

"Are you sure you're not being followed?" I asked her as we ran.

"Yeah, yeah. I ran this street like, five times already!"

"Then what's that noise, doofus?" I asked her, and we both stopped to listen to the rustling in the grass.

It was Erasers. They were underground, gearing up to attack and following us. Worry swept over me - the second oldest in our group and the third youngest were still at the mansion. Were Erasers already there? Unknowing, we double-timed it to get there, and our wings sprang from our backsides and she launched into the air, making it into the second story.

The scene we found was utter chaos. My flock was running everywhere, and Erasers were hunting us all. I tried to fight them, but I wasn't really in control of the situation. My second oldest - a boy - was. And the scary part was he was part Eraser. He was bird-boy and werewolf. And somehow, he managed to drive them off by using a chain.

People had been present during this fight. People claiming to be my mom and dad. So my flock and I met them in the outside parking lot, and I remember we each had a word with them. Until it was my turn, and both of them turned around as I began to tearfully apologize for never coming back all of those years. They turned around after composing themselves, too, and asked why.

I told them we all had wings.

They didn't believe us, so I showed them. They weren't engineered to be on our backsides, but come out of our skin when we needed them. With concentration, we could make them emerge without danger or fear or strong emotions provoking them. My wings did, ripping right through the jacket I was wearing. I had beautiful white wings, and to demonstrate I could fly, me and the flock went through a joyride of the parking lot. My parents were delighted, and even invited us all to stay. Despite me warning them about the dangers of us, they persisted. We accepted.

Our clothes were altered so they wouldn't be ripped to shreds when our wings decided to pop out. And next thing I know, we're driving along in a car to a beautiful lake side that got a lot of tourism. Lake Chelan, they called it. We got out and began to hike around it, until finally I decided to fly above the lake. I tried to fly several times, but my wings wouldn't come out. But finally, finally they did. I managed to get a little ways over the lake before I lost lucidity and I fell into the water with my flock, where we were all laughing over the awestruck faces of the people on the shore.

I also don't remember some of this dream, which I had just last night. As I've said, I've been working heavy hours and pretty long days, so me getting a sound sleep with fully-memorable dreams is an incredibly hard task to do right now. But I'm working on it.

I remember that I was with a group of four other girls, and we were to meet with another group of four girls. They wanted something that we possessed, but it was going to be a showdown on who was to get it. So, oddly enough, we met them at a cemetary and as I stood there, feeling uncertain, the leader of the other group stepped forward and gave us a wicked, evil smile.

I'm not too sure what happened then, except suddenly I was on the run and seperated from the people in my group. So I ran, except they were after me, and I was scared. And that's when it felt like a switch in my brain flipped, and power flooded me. A girl laid her hand on me, and I smacked my hand against her - and light poured out from my hand and knocked her back. It wasn't strong enough to hurt her, but just enough to protect me.

I'm not sure how I knew then, but I knew they were after me. So i turned tail and ran again as she laughed, a mocking and really creepy laugh.

I don't remember much of this dream - it happened two nights ago, and it was incredibly short. I haven't been sleeping very well.

Anyway, I remember I was at the mercy of a very powerful man. He had money to burn and he wasn't afraid to flaunt his power and outright murder people for refusing his demands. I wasn't sure how he managed to catch me, but I was watched and monitored every hour of every day. And soon, he began to "acquire" more girls. It was almost like he was making a collection of sorts, but I just couldn't figure out what was happening or why. We all looked remotely alike, too. Brown hair, blue eyes. . .

This one night he assembled the girls out on the deck and dressed them in a uniform that was both revealing, and somehow flattering to a female body. He was kind that night, and despite ourselves, we found we were laughing and we suddenly didn't feel so lonely and apart anymore. A sudden wave of homesickness fell over me, though, and as I looked up at the sky (for we were out on a deck under a waning moon), and I rested my head against the railing and sighed.

But I saw a flash, and as I looked up, I saw that the moon was suddenly. . . Very appealing. And it went from being a sliver to building in size and shape, until it was a full moon. Once completed, there was a blinding flash, and suddenly I was falling backwards - and I was in a completely different place.

I woke up.

Everybody in my family became Infected with this strange virus, so I took it upon myself to end their misery. It was hard, and it was before they turned completely, but I managed. Somehow I was not infected, so I moved on with my dog - to a place where other survivors were gathering. I was hoping that maybe I could stay safe with them. And for a while, we were. We gathered supplies and moved into this large asphalt/brick house that was both sturdy and spacious, and isolated. A heavy-plated truck was our escape vehicle in the garage, and we took it upon ourselves to memorize every nook and cranny of the house in case something happened.

Axel (my dog) took well to living there. He never strayed far from me, so protective he was, but he'd play in the sunlight and happily go to and fro with the smaller children and play with them.

But like all good things, it had to end.

Hunters broke in, and my dog attacked them. He was Infected, then, but before I could go to him, I was ushered inside o the house and we were scrambling to get safe. My dog was taken inside, and I remember he was taken behind a door I was not allowed to enter. When we were attacked again, the next night, everything had been packed up into the getaway truck and as I was about to enter, I saw my dog, bound and insane. I bit my lip as I entered the truck, and away we went. The Hunters had attacked in the sunset, so we used it to our advantage.

We drove for what seemed like forever, but finally got to another safe haven - in Colorado. It was an incredibly fortified visitor's center of sorts, and it acted of somewhat like a store. We grew and sold food and other important things to people who travelled there in search of us. It was there that we discovered the alien life form that had come down and polluted the people, mutating them into Hunters.

But we had a small creature - another alien - and it raised the alien flora that had taken root in the visitor center. Everything was beautiful, captured into tubes and perfectly temperature-controlled. I took the small creature into my hand and had it give me a small tour. Against my will, however, I began to cry. The kind of deep heaves that leaves you feeling exhausted and tired. It was because I had killed everything I had ever loved.

Over time, we effectively found out how to stop the Hunters. We would lure them into the building and test possible ways to kill them. And we eventually found the correct way to do it.

Again, it was compromised.

I remember everyone was running back and forth and was screaming. A woman I was fond of ran back inside to save something, back inside of the building filled with Hunters, and I knew she would die. Her husand and I waited outside, in the heavy duty truck. A girl who was with us tried to plead with him to leave her, because if he cared about survival he would. He was going to wait for his "fool wife" he told her.

I was spurred into action, ran back inside of the building and began to search for her. I ran straight into a Hunter, which turned around and looked at me with eyes that only reeked of murderous intents.

"Don't," I pleaded, "Don't hurt her. Just turn around and leave, there are plenty of other things for you to eat besides her and me."

To my surprise, it did. It turned around and walked off calmly.

Something else was beginning to happen, but I was so scared and shaken that I pulled myself out of the dream.

(( Return of the girl. This was one of the many dreams she appeared in, although she never revealed herself as anything other than the girl. Funny, no? ))

We were fighting a war, and every time people ventured outside, they were killed byt he people who wanted us dead. They had better weapons than us -- soldiers that were cyborgs. Actual metal soldiers that could kills us within an instant. I remember feeling hopeless and helpless as I gathered some supplies.

We, the rebels (for some unknown cause) had holed ourselves up in a three-story wooden house. We had been managing pretty well so far, but with all the people dying, I was concerened. About the girl's safety. In all of my dreams she looked slightly similar to me but different, too. She was just called the girl.

So I'm walking through the house and checking up on people and supplies, when sudden missiles just destroy most of the outside landscape. The house rocked and I fell down onto my knees, suddenly disoriented and unable to think properly with the ringing in my head. Still, I was concerned with the girl's safety, and it took most of my effort, but I managed it. I staggered over to where she was and grabbed her, tugging her into another section of the house.

There was a very small hidden door there, and I wasn't sure where it led to, but I knew it would be safe enough. I yanked it open, and found the way blocked with various objects. Desperate, I pried everything away -- only to have one of the enemies come into the house.

It was a girl I knew, named Annie, a soft-hearted girl who had no place in this war. Still, she had a cold look in her eyes and she opened her mouth to shout out and tell everybody where we were. Tears began to drip down my cheeks, and I hid the girl behind me, pleading with Annie to let us go. We hadn't done anything but live. Please.

A few tense moments of silence passed, before she shut her mouth and her gaze softened. She gestured for us to go, to escape while we had the chance. So without much pretense, I smiled at her and thanked her from the bottom of my heart. Then I shoved the girl through, before disappearing through the hole in the wall myself.

I somehow dropped about ten feet onto a cold cement ground, with what looked like cage-bars stretching across some of the walls. Instantly, somehow, impossibly, I knew we were in another place -- another world.

I woke up.

Adnai's Dream Journal

Welcome to my dream journal. Don't be afraid to comment or to talk to me at all - I don't mind! Here I'm going to be keeping track of all of my lucids/oddreams/shareddreams/whathaveyou! Speaking of which, here's a running count:

○○ = shared dream. I'll do my best to find the shared dreamer and post all the details on my side accurately.

♦♦ = lucid dream.

Otherwise, normal dreams will be captioned in parenthases with a title. All of my dreams will be posted to the best of my memory.