Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

I'm at my moms house back home. All my friends are there and we're celebrating something. People are eating cake and drinking. I went outside and sat down. I could hear everyone singing "Roll me through the gates of hell." I walked in and everyone had their arms around each other singing the words.

Roll Me Through the Gates of hell on youtube (song)

I joined them in song, and after we were done someone (I don't recall who I was with) wanted to go to the doctors office with me. We went, and the place was kind of like a gypsys office. He told us he was prescribing us something and went out of the room for a while, he came back and told us he was out of everything. We left and went back to the house where everyone had left already.

Next, I am walking down a path with the dog. She's on the leash. I'm going really fast, much faster than walking. I feel like maybe I was on some sort of motorized something. I was going down this dirt path and stopped, looking to the right and behind me. I realized that I had passed up this one part of the path that looped where I could see a view of the river. I backed up and took that path. I hadn't realized how steep upwards this was and I went bouncing and flew off the front. The dog got unleashed and bounded forwards. I got off the machine thing and started yelling her name. I found her, she was sitting next to a pig who started talking. I don't remember what he was saying but I do remember that I was very taken aback by this.

Next, I had to go in for surgery. I was really scared because I was told that when they put you out you can still hear everything and are completely conscious.

I'm in an unfamiliar kitchen. Around me are several friends. I willingly ate something that made me see colors. My mental process was really intense, as I was opposed to the idea, but really optimistic at the same time. We got in the car, I was in the passengers seat looking out across the vast dreamscape. The hills kept changing from hues of blue and purple back to green, back to blue.

There was somebody important I had to meet. People kept telling me that he was famous and really wanted to meet me. I was rather indifferent to the whole ordeal, but went along with it anyway.

We passed farm lands, dirt roads and ended up at an... aquarium - a very large one. The walls and ceilings were made up of giant fish tanks. The ceiling was very close to my head, I could reach out and touch it without very much effort at all. It was actually right above where my head should be, but somehow all the people who should have been much taller than me had no problem with this. There were very large sea horses, so large that I feel if they hadn't been so fragile and I had been in the tank with them, I would have been able to ride it around.

Some announcer was pointing everyones direction to a tank where a sea lion and a seal were about to mate.

The "famous" person who wanted to meet me showed up around this time. It was Anashnu, my dream guide. However, this didn't even jog my memory to become lucid. I simply greeted him like an old friend, hugging him. He said that it was important that he show me something. We would have to make several stops first, but it was important to restore my faith in the world.

First, we came to a long winding road that hugged the beach and the ocean tightly. There were lots of rocks along this road, beyond them the beach and beyond that a calm ocean with very small waves. There were several people gathered on some cliffs. I'm not precisely sure what it was that they were doing, but one of them was a middle aged woman who was spouting about things she wanted. She somehow managed to summon a flying machine contraption. It kind of looked like the robots I draw often, it was very colorful with long spindly legs and the body of the thing was an oval.

Next, Anashnu said that we were about to reach our final destination. We went further and further down the windy road that bordered the cliffs edges. It began to rain and the fog came out in a very thin layer. We stepped outside and in the distance I could see thousands upon thousands of people gathered on a huge platform cliff over the ocean. They were all facing the sea, somber expressions on their faces.

We drew closer and closer, and I suddenly knew why they were all there without anyone having to say anything. They were all the people in the world who were going to change it. They all wanted nearly the same things that I did. They were all trying to change the corruptness of the world by gathering in one place, sending their wishes to the sea to be reached from every corner of the globe. I edged nearer to the cliff edge, despite how many people were there I didn't feel like it was crowded. I looked and saw that the mass of people stretched for miles, more were coming in single file lines from paths, out of cars, flying in from airplanes, etc. There was a girl with glasses near me and I remember looking down at the water and nearly falling in. She pulled me near to her and smiled broadly. She said that we were stronger than the people who call themselves powerful, and that we are going to make a huge impact on the world, all of us, together.

I'm in my room when several people come in, they're all people that I know. They take me to some other apartment. People are dressed up in really ridiculous outfits. One guy was wearing a top hat while another was wearing a sparkly, purple suit.

Later, I remember a woman coming to me and telling me that I had to get ready in the morning to go to highschool. In the morning I remember spending a long time painting a picture, and walking very slowly in the direction that I thought the school was in. I eventually made it and was yelled at relentlessly for being twenty minutes late.

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically placed people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is wrapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.

I'm walking around outside. There are long alleys, it's night time and everything is illuminated by street lamps. There are chickens walking around, and all the houses seem to be shacks. Clothes are hanging from lines, and I can hear families echoing off the walls.

I reach a certain house that I seem to recognize. Several people are inside, I can see them through the window. Somehow I know that I am supposed to live there. Several of my housemates, well, they were several years ago - they were there. Standing around. Yish was there. He was moving out and they wanted me to replace his spot in the house. I slowly accepted, unsure of whether or not it was really the best idea or not. It was settled. Everyone was dirty, down. Everything seemed to be falling apart, yet was held together by something so unspeakable that it was hard for them to look at each other.

I wandered off, wandered back to my place of work that I worked at around a year ago. I was walking around, yet was looking for a parking space. I asked a man where the staff parking was. He directed me to a lot that was very near me. I walked over and there was a man there who was handing out t-shirts. I took one, and put it on. However, I realized that it was two stuck together. I tried peeling one of them off, but the whole thing simply shattered.

I'm at a giant fourth of july festival/parade. I'm walking through this large aisle of people, around me are overweight american families in red white and blue. I'm looking for Donald. I have my dog with me and I let her off the leash and tell her to go find him. She can't find him.

I'm at a house, I go outside. There's this small punk girl with a mohawk I've met a few times. She's angry with me and I ask her why she doesn't like me. She says that it's because I didn't feed some starving people she saw a few days ago, and how can I be a real human worth knowing when I don't do my absolute best to take care of people better.

I've been having a really bizarre mix of dreams in the past few days.

They've all been rather odd, not quite nightmares, but not particularly good dreams either. No lucidity in the past week either.

Er, on one occasion I was inside of an old movie theater. The seventh Harry Potter movie was playing and the dream sequence would switch between watching the movie and being inside the scenes.
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I was back in my hometown, with all my old friends. We were going to a show, it was Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains. We all started singing, "Tonight I bury old William without remorse, because hell sleeps around and heaven wants a divorce. Tonight I burn my bookshelf to be free, because even a rebel tradition is slavery."
Everyone had very red faces, they looked almost as if they were going to explode with the screaming of the lyrics.
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I'm running through a dark forest. There's someone behind me. There's the feeling that I'm trying to get somewhere, not get away from somewhere.
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I had a brief meeting with Anashnu. He told me to stay focused on my intentions and he'll see me again soon.

There was a group of wolves, they were going to kill another group of wolves. The white wolves were the evil wolves. They heard something in the distance and bounded off to rip it to shreds. I think they were angry that the brown wolves kept piling up the snow. I found bags of snow, buckets of snow that were being filled with a snow hose and dumped them in front of the wolves. The snow didn't pile up, it just melted away.

I was in a trailer that felt like an apartment building. I was hanging out with some old friends of mine who I never see anymore. A cop knocked on the door and burst through into the living room. He was really angry and dragged me outside where he did horrible things to me and then beat me up and threw me back into the house. My friends were concerned and started ranting about police brutality.

The dream slightly changed. Things in the house began to age, my old friends were replaced by new ones. Things looked dilapidated, like they were falling down.

A woman police officer stormed through the door and began poking around. "Everyone needs to get out of here," she announced, "horrible things have happened here." She lifted a rug to find lots of blood.
At that moment I felt a chill sweep over the entire place. I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I felt like horrible things would happen if I stayed.

Summer was waiting outside in a van. She said we needed to get far away. I turned back to the trailer and saw baby cat sitting there. I wanted to cry. She was my favorite cat, and I've missed her so much. I felt like she was trying to tell me to rescue her, but I was already far away.

We were trying to get to Minnesota. We were not sure where we were or what highway we were on. We decided to stop at the next exit we could find. We turned into the parking lot of a dingy looking taqueria. Inside there were several men standing behind a counter. There were no food or drinks inside, just several men in blue shirts with dirty white aprons. They glowered at us as we slowly walked towards them. They didn't want us there. I looked around and felt like this was also a bad place. The ceiling was rotting and seemed it would fall down on us at any moment. The door to what I assumed was the bathroom has black mold creeping all along the outlines of it, I wanted to turn on my heel and run, but felt safer being with Summer. We left quickly.

We got back on the highway. The trailer was next to us, baby cat was sitting in the window, looking straight at me. We passed the trailer quickly.

We stopped a place, a busy street. The wolves were back. The white ones. I needed to stop them, so I started piling logs and trash all along the street, forming a giant barrier. I piled it so high that I had to climb up it to keep piling things on top. Finally, a car came on the other side, angry. Several trucks came and within seconds had all the logs in the backs of their trucks and were hauling them away. The path was clear and the wolves were standing there, facing me. End.