dream fragment

So, last night I had the most successful number of dream recalls in a long time.
Dream 1
This dream began in a cafe that I frequent quite regulary at University. Instead of looking out onto University buildings, it had an aspect that encompassed a futuristic city skyline. (I have had to research blade runner). It was my birthday but I vaugley sensed that something was wrong. I began to cry, upon which I ran into the stairwell followed by my friends. Suddenly I noticed that the lobby was huge, and a cross between a skyscraper lobby and the architecture of Epcot!!?! My mother was seen walking with someone from school, who I assumed had become her new daughter and then cried some more.Dream 2
The second dream of last night was even more bizarre. I arrived back at what looked like my High school campus on a coach, presumably having been on a trip. The theatre or opera springs to mind but goodness knows why. I left my luggage on the coach and went to my University room (which looked nothing like it actually does). Alarm bells rang briefly as I wondered why it looked so strange-coming lucidity that I easily quashed when I believed that the student knocking at my door would take me back to the coach to get my luggage. I was anxious that the luggage would get driven off with. But the unknown third year boy reassured me that he ran the trip so would help get my luggage back if we missed the coach.Again, the architecture was somewhat futuristic but there was a lot of dark wood.Dream 3
The third dream was more complex. I had accompanied a couple that I know well to London. ( I have been there recently) We booked into a travelodge, the female of the couple wouldnt let me take the single bed and made me sleep in the double with her boyfriend, watching us sleep all night. All perfectly innocent, just odd! We made it to the cafe bar downstairs in the hotel lobby where a number of people,including some I had just seen from afar in a pub the night before the dream, were having a meal. We played with Guinea Pigs, me all the time worrying that we would get thrown out for having animals. We did eventually, by a woman with dark,curly hair and apron as we broke a glass by accident. The couple and I mad eour way back upstairs in a lift and the by stairs. They ran ahead whilst I tripped and fell up the stairs throwing my luggage (which was the same as the previous dream and appeared from nowhere) everywhere. I feel asleep on the stairs, dreamed in the sleep in a hazy brown fog and woke up. I proceeded to climb the stairs to look for our room 4004. The male in the couple was some way ahead but he did not stop to get me. The corridors were oak pannelled and there were suddenly almost disney-like guides everywhere,wearing deer stalkers. I walked under the space-shuttle simulator..(I saw pictures of Discovery before bed.) and suddenly felt concious. I felt I should ask for help, and this ginger haired man appeared, fairly tall,wearing a red,tour guiding t-shirt. He showed me the way to go and led me down a corridor. The corridor became sandy, I could feel the sand beneath my feet. Looking to my right, I noticed that I was on Blackpool beach. I questioned how this could be. The tour guide decided to confide in me that his father was an alcoholic and taht he was here to help me. I questioned him, I asked, 'Why is the path suddenly a beach?We were in a corridor?' (Or words to that effect) His reply was quite inspirational: 'Just because you are on a path, it does not mean it is the right one'. We walked further down the beach, past a lot of people all in pairs, he pointed a large, white and lime green 50's style condo/house/mansion. I got images of the interior and then I woke up.

So what have I learnt? My dreams last night were obviously characterised by anxiety but I put this down to the fact that I have a bad cold and Uni stress. What is interesting to me is A) the number of men in my dream. B) The lucidity I gained a little after falling asleep in a dream and the ginger haired man. That part of my dream was particulary lucid.

Key dream themes: Anxiety,luggage ( lost,unpacked and left),Oak.

I would appreciate your thoughts,have you ever questioned a dream character?Did you believe them to be guides or just a standard part of a dream?

I'm a wizard. There's this girl and her older sister with me that I'm hanging out with. I'm in my old house (Ledbetter,) looking through my irl sister's old closet. I find things like old gameboy games that don't exist and stuff. The girl and her sister are arguing about magic and the little sister is complaining about how much of a bitch her older sister is, with her "gaming job" and stuff.

The older sister and I could do/understand magic, but not the little sister, so we just kinda ignored her. We were looking for something specific, I think, and watching out for something. We decide to finally go to sleep and we lay down. It's very cramped. I close my eyes and hear the younger sister say "It's funny that we're going to sleep in a normal person way, but the dirt is changing into ____"

I realize we must be WILDing, so I try to transition to the meadow. I wake up.

I'm not sure if this counts as lucid. I realized I was transitioning to a dream, but I'm not sure if I realized I was in one at the time. I only realized that as I was in the middle of the transition. and decided to just try to transition all the way to the meadow instead of just back into the old dream (for some reason... -sigh-)

Hi everyone.. has been a really long time - over a year actually since I made any new posts, I would guess most the people here now are new users who wouldnt remember me, but to those that do.. Hi!!

Some dreams just cannot go unrecorded.. It should be noted that i am currently using nicotine patches, because I am trying to kick my filthy habit! (BOOOOO!!!) and that they have dramatically changed my dreams, made them more vivid, more memorable and more realistic- However.. I wouldnt advocate using them for this purpose as all you will end up with longterm is a nasty nicotine addiction and an empty wallet.
And so to the dream!
I was in a bar, propped at one of those really high tables, distracting myself from looking like id been stoodup by digging through my bag as if i was looking for something, every item in my bag was purple( its my dream colour- always has been) I do that for a while and finally cease, reaching instead for a pack of playing cards from the other end of the table, i open the pack, fan them out and all of them are purple too, standard cards in purple tones. I unfan them as if to put them away and they set alight, I dropped them, stamped on them, when i look back up my friend has arrived. We sit and I tell her about my day- that I knew of a warehouse full of designer goods that some local mob has been whispering about doing over. I suggest to her that if we followed behind them we could maybe grab anything they dropped without them seeing us,and just skim a little cream off the top of their hard work,she is hesitant but agrees and we set a time and place.
The dream skips to the warehouse and i am sat outside on a parking barrier swinging my legs. It is pitch black yet I can see very clearly.Im getting annoyed- she is clearly late. I sigh and am about to give up when I hear footsteps, I cup my hand around my eyes as if there is sun and there appeared two men- they were actually the gay couple off that show "modern family"- kind of irrelevent but made me go "huh?" They dont see me sat there and walk straight into the warehouse via a side door with no caution or hesitation. I wait a few more minutes mostly in hope that they might be the ones doing the place over and that surely they would grab more than they could carry and drop something on their way past. She arrives, making no excuses and just waves at me to follow her through the same door, i try and dissuade her and she grabs me and says " no the police are here this is the only way we can go" I follow her in and we are suddenly in a dark, festering maze, a heavy smell of flesh making us each gag as we slowly walked, clung to each other, trying to breathe through our mouths, trying to breathe at all at one point. Suddenly we stop and freeze, she screams i just kind of stare and feel nothing much. in a puddle of blood and guts, were the two men, their bodys mangled and kind of wrapped around each other, one head severed and propped on the others chest, the other head had been seemingly flung to the other side of the tunnel. Momentarily one of their mothers appeared and did that painful scream you often hear on movies when a mother looses their kid. But quickly she vanished again and so did we.
random dream kicked in: I was jumping on a bed with my neice, the dog jumped on the bed too, we were laughing, the room was purple the bed was purple , everything else was black. we jumped and then everything vanished but me. I cooked mac and cheese and then i was in jail.
I was walking through town and had stopped to look in a travel agents window. I turned around there was my sister in law, who happened to be in the police and in full uniform,i greeted her warmly she looked at me cold, said she was arresting me for the murder and dismembering of two police officers, I tried to explain to her that I had nothing to do with it, We were just there and saw the bodys but was nothing to do with us, she didnt believe me, and led me to the police car. I got in and my friend was already in the back. She couldnt get her seatbelt done up. the police officer helped her. My friend and i smirked at each other,we were scared but kind of excited, new experiance? We stopped at a cafe, the officer got out,her hair was purple. she went inside and we could see her on the payphone through the window. she was smiling and chatting calmly. my friend and i got our storys straight..for some reason the story we agreed to was chalk and cheese to what id dreamed about in first half but it seemed to be what we both believed had happened- that we had been in the warehouse trying on costumes for a play and a woman with a knife had welded it at us and then killed the men. The police woman came back out, calmly got in the car and drove each of us home, my friend first and then me. My brother knew all about it when i got in and i assumed thats who she had called. he laughed and joked about it as if it was no big deal. he was unphased completely and made me beans on toast in seconds and placed it infront of me. I confided in him that i was starting to think maybe it was a dream and we hadnt really seen anything,he informed me it was not and reccomended i sleep as tomorrow i would likely be arrested again. i obliged and instantly appeared in my bed i closed my eyes.
I woke up then.. and had to pinch myself that it was all just a dream, I was so glad it was, i did my usual (actual) routine, brushed teeth, put kettle on, oh my brothers here " morning" he said " you look happy" i said "sure why not" he then mentioned prison and i cried. i honestly believed i was awake and in reality, i was horrified that i had " really experianced it all" I paced all day waiting for the police to come get me, I kept repeating over and over " it feels like it was all a dream, i dont think it even happened? am i going mad?" various sentances along those lines. the waiting period.. actually felt in my dream like hours and hours of pacing. It was awful.
Then suddenly ( thanks to my very bouncy puppy and very noisy alarm clock) I actually did wake up, and for many minutes laid and stared and tried to rationalise it and fathomed that now i really was awake and yes it was all a dream, It did take quite some time to be certain of it though.
I wouldnt say my dream was particuarly fascinating in content but it is the first time that within a dream i have "woke up and said oh it was a dream" and this was definitly one of my best flowing and memorable dreams, and filled with details and consistency.
Also please excuse any bad spelling or grammar.. my objective was to get it down as fast as possible so i didnt forget any parts. Im sure i probably did forget some though.

Black means non lucid
Green means notes

Notes: Possibly saw sinoblak, but not sure if it was her.

Dream #1 Subconscious training

Im in my room wearing my white dress shirt with dark black pants, and my black loafers.
Im doing some subconscious training looking in the mirror rubbing my multiplying hawk coin totem.

Dream #2 Hallway full of mirrors.

Im walking down some hallway looking for someone. (possibly sinoblak) there are mirrors all on the walls, i hear my name being called in the distance. I look back to see a slim girl, very lean and a has a very excited look on her face. She looks just like sinoblak, Unfortunetely i don't recall much from here, and I wake up.

Final dream Reading sinoblaks dream entry.

Im in the den in my home, online on dreamviews reading a dream entry by sinoblak.

Notes: I remember seeing someone in the hallway who looks just like sinoblak, but im not sure if it was her. Well im defintely gonna be sleeping alot earlier now, because i been up late the past few nights and that is really messing up my sleep cycle and recall.
Hopefully i will get better results tonight.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Fragment.
Dream Mood: Confused, Saddened.
Dream Setting: My Dad's Apartment.
Dream Characters: My Dad, The Police.

I have no clue how this dream protruded into what it did, but my dad was talking and rambling about something to me, and for some reason, the police came to the door and began questioning my father about something, though he pushed them off and went back to lecturing me. Soon enough, they were outside with sirens blowing, shouting with the megaphone things like "Come out, now!" and he ignored it, still. Soon enough though, they yelled out "We have social services here! Come out and stand in the orange circle!" and as soon as they said that, his face turned into something that could worry a man almost instantly. He nodded and looked at me and said "Alright, I should be back by the time you get home from school tomorrow... you can walk to school, right?" I nodded "Good... I'll see ya around, alright?" And so he walked out the door and I said "Thank you, dad." before heading out. This is where the dream ended, strangely.

I managed to fall asleep again, probably around 9, and my kids woke up around 10:30. It was enough sleep to have a couple dream fragments and leave me feeling even more tired than when I went back to sleep, if that makes any sense. Here goes:

Dream One (Fragment): I'm at a Japanese shrine. Either the shrines name was Mikage, or the character named Mikage from the Manga I was reading when I was trying to fall asleep earlier was in it. I'm pretty sure it was the character Mikage, because I remember someone with white hair being in the dream though I don't remember the roles either of us played.

Dream Two (Fragment): I was watching a portly yet muscular bearded man was singing country music in a bar.

Dream Three (Fragment): Also set in a Japanese style building. There was a girl and a guy, they were in older more traditional Japanese clothing. The girl wanted the guy to stay with her, she loves hm and didn't want him to go. He seemed a bit cold, he told her he wouldn't stay and that she needed to get off him (she was holding onto his shirt trying to pull him back inside) Once he was outside into the darkness however he seemed very sad to leave her, and he didn't go home as he claimed he was going. Instead, he climbed a tree nearby where he could watch her house and protect her. Then my view shifted to inside the house, where the girl was crying on the floor. Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and my view switches back to the guy, and he's in a fight with something. He knocks whatever(whoever?) it is out cold, and sends them flying through the front door of the girls house. Then he quickly runs off before she can see who saved her. I hear someone say, "The princess is staying in that house." as I was woken up.

Well, the Manga I read at least incubated good dreams even if it didn't serve the intended purpose of quieting my mind and putting me to sleep, lol. I was reading Kamisama Kiss is anyone was wondering. I was hoping shojo manga would give me happy romantic dreams. The last dream sort of hits that mark, except it was in third person

I had 3 dreams I could remember. All are a bit fuzzy so lets start with the most rememberable and work are way down.

My memory starts with me in Europe on my way to a concert. I'm stepping into a van through the front passenger door and I look into the back of the van. Inside is a U shaped couch with a few people sitting about. I notice 3 people but I think there were 1 or 2 more. One of them offers me a "piece" and I gladly except thinking him for the generous gift. I take a hit and pass it on and take a seat in the back of this van. My already incontinent reasoning for this whole adventure practically crumbles at this point. Being high does that though. I break in time and I find myself talking to my friend James. I'm not sure if I have him on the phone or what but I'm trying to figure out were I am and were I'm going. That's about all I cant remember form this one. Not to interesting but I enjoyed it because for once there was some talking in my dream.

Next up I remember a fight. The moments leading up to it are a bit hard to remember. I think I was dreaming of Peter from the show Heroes. Then I was him. Then I guess I was me. Stuff like this happens in my dreams a lot. Anyway, Peter/Me is upset with this guy who is our friend. Who ever he is, he has a sort of criminal look to him and so does his fancy condo. We get into it and I end up stabbing him, lightly. Don't want to kill my friend but I need to make my point. After this I end up finding my self on the floor with a swift kick to my neck/back. I lay there knowing that for stabbing this guy I have let him kick my ass. It seems fair in my dream. This is when he pull out a gun. This is not good. He's angrier than I would like for him to be pointing a gun at me. He starts waving the gun at me. Going from my head to a limb. I close my eyes and bang. I don't know if I'm shot or not but I'm not dead. I curse like a mopho who thinks has been shot however. This just leaves my friend a little annoyed who then want me up and to stop my bitching. And that's were that one ends. Pretty fuzzy but it was cool to actually hurt my opponent, normally there just indestructible in my dreams. Though it was sort of Peter who did the stabbing, I kinda took control for the ass wooping.

Last up I had my first WILD
It started with me just thinking about walking. The idea just sorta was in my head at the time. I started to concentrate a little and try to imagine more of the experience. Sure enough, my limbs start to become visible, then surroundings start to form and then I was in my house. My dream wasn't stable at all though and it breaks down in only a few moments. Its a shame it ended as soon as it started but since I've done it once I'm sure I can do it again now.

By the way, I used the SSLID method for this night. http://www.dreamviews.com/f12/senses...-ssild-129734/

I'm in some sort of school. Not my own school, it's a primary I think, and I'm my little brother and a bunch of his friends in one of the classrooms. We're waiting for something. I look out of a little window in the wall and we're surrounded by nature of some sort.

Then I'm in a small tuck shop of some sort. There's a man behind the counter who kind of looks like the guy on Cake Boss, that Italian American dude who speaks really loudly and makes cakes.
I look around a bit and I see rows of sandwiches and baguettes. The guy implies I should hurry because he's closing soon. I pick out a baguette which has a picture of penne/farfalle with red sauce on the packet thing. This is strange, but I go along with it.

I pay the guy, and he starts telling me I should tell people about his shop, which is called Mirabella or something which sounds close to that. Then I know that the valley in which the school is located, in the last years of the 18th Century (I live in Malta, which Napoleon occupied for two years from 1798-1800) some workers were building something which he didn't like, and Napoleon starting pleading desperately with them to stop (I see a vision of a list, with pleading words Napoleon used and gentlemanly words he didn't use while pleading, a woman's voice narrates). I'm still in the shop and as he narrates, I lean on the counter and the Cake Boss' little daughter is next to him. I pull away and everything melts.

I wake up.

(For the record, this dream was so deeply strange and random I am disappointed I didn't become lucid)

I'm in jail, but I'm innocent. The building is one story and massive; cells are on each side of the wide hallway, and I can't see the end of them. They're the old fashioned cells that are made of all bars with no actual walls. I'm alone in the cell. A guard and one of my friends are standing outside the cell.

My friend wants to pass me some food. He comes close to the door to try to slide something in, but when he gets too close, a fine mesh screen appears out of nowhere to completely block the door.

My friend is very concerned about my safety. Somehow, he can't talk directly to me, but has to talk through the guard. He doesn't want to say anything plainly, since his message would be analyzed; so he gives a verse reference - something in 1 Corinthians 29 [he specified a verse, but I don't remember it]. The guard is suspicious of the "coded message" and refuses to pass it. The guard then "suggests" that my friend walk with him; my friend becomes even more afraid for my safety, that they'll do something to me while he's gone.

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I'm staying in a house with a lot of people [though I never actually see most of them]. The house is huge and has many bedrooms and bathrooms. Somehow, I end up using a bathroom that's not "mine." Someone is calling to me through the door; they think I'm the person who's supposed to be using the bathroom, and they're reminding "me" to take "my" pills. I look down and see that there's a large bowl near the toilet filled with translucent pills. I don't call back, since it would give me away and show that I was in the wrong bathroom.

Now I'm back in the hallway. I took a shower in the bathroom, but since it wasn't my bathroom, I didn't have my towel. Now I'm wet and naked and running to my own bathroom to get dressed. Someone else sees me; now I have a towel wrapped around me.

Now I'm in another room. I'm meeting with people about one of my projects at work, explaining what it does, how I made it, and what state it's in. First, I explain to a man. Next, I explain to a woman - the man's boss. Later, in the hallway, I start to explain to a third man (he's Asian), but it's lunch time, so we take a break.

Now I'm at Whole Foods. I'm talking about how you can tell a lot about a grocery store by looking at its shopping carts. The carts here are very small and only have two shelves, so it's clear that the store is high end and doesn't expect you to buy very much at once.

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We're at some kind of church function. My wife has advised me to wear my black shirt and pants along with a tie (don't remember which one). I'm still outside with my car. I want to say hi to Chris, but he's inside doing something. I'm glad I took my wife's suggestion to wear black.

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We're on the patio outside someone's house. There's a nice pool here. My parents are there. I'm talking with Mom about their pool, and she's describing how they dug a channel from the upper pool to the lower pool to install a salt water filtration system because they didn't want to use chlorine. I'm surprised at the cost, but she said they did all the labor themselves so it wasn't too bad. As she's talking, I visualize a dirt channel going from a small pool to a larger pool.

I'm biking around a city with a friend. We're biking through a parking lot for a strip shopping center.

Now we're on a road, heading towards a huge intersection, going pretty fast. As we get close to it, I glance at the crosswalk indicator - it's just counting down to 0. The moment it hits 0, the light turns yellow. We're close enough that we can't stop - we have to go through. Right after we enter the intersection, the light turns red. I hope no one is around to see us, but I see that there's a police car in the turn lane to our left.

Now we're on the side of the road, stopped on a little grassy spot. We hear a siren behind us - it's a bike cop coming after us for running a red light. I want to try to explain that I was in the intersection and my friend was past the intersection before the light turned red, but the cop isn't in a good mood, and I want to wait for the right moment. He tells us that we'll need to take a driving course.

Now we're in a van with the cop - he's driving. He's looking for food that's right for the test. We pull up by a stand by the side of the road that's selling something, but it's not right. Then, someone else in the back of the van offers pizza.

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I'm in a conference room with some people. One of the people is asking for an older version of some Microsoft software. It's freely available, but he can only find the Windows 7 version, not the XP version that he needs. Someone else at the table gets mad at him - they had to go through the trouble of contracting with Microsoft to get the old version, so this guy should have to as well.

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I'm in a house with some people.

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I'm with a small group of people walking into the atrium of a shopping mall - it's a huge space. Displays are set up here and there; we pass near one of them that's for a video game. D tells me I should save up for it and buy it.

I'm in a large outdoor common area. The ground is paved somehow, and there are large brick "planters" scattered around. I'm walking with at least one other person. As we're walking, I see someone in a very strange outfit. I comment to my companion that the other guy reminded me of a movie [can't remember which one], but he disagrees, saying it was a different movie.

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I'm in the kids' bedroom. I'm helping one of the kids put a few knick-knacks in a box to use as a pillow. KJ's little orange ball bounces out; one of us gets it and puts it back in the box.

I start talking with Chris about Tree of Life. I thought I had smelled it before, and I remembered that it was a strong smell, spicy, both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. I'm surprised I can't smell it now. I tell him that I must be right on the edge of the age where it starts to affect you.

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I'm replacing one thing (method?) with another. Both old and new are very complicated.

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B wanted our bedroom to be clean, so she took all my clothes off of the window seat and packed them in a box.

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Something about the left and right sides of blocks.

Non lucid fragments:

1. Katie had pictures of her from her old job where she owned a bakery that failed miserably. And I told her that the reason she's always kept her weight down was because she was so spastic all the time.
2. Chris and I were putting up xmas decorations all over this town that was covered in snow. Everything was so sparkly and snowflakey and Christmasy and glittery. The tree was the best. It was tall and completely silver. With a star made of diamonds.
3. I had one of those little vacuum things that runs around the floor by itself, cleaning the floor. It looked like a tea kettle. It accidentally sucked up some bacon grease so I had to clean it out. Icky.
4. Something with The Smurfs.

So... my dreams of the titanic returned,again not surprising!
However the only parts that I remember are the deck,railings and being stood next to a lifeboat. The only other aspect of interest was that looking at the moon, it suddenly split in two,gained a face and began to sing,not unlike the moon in the film Moulin Rouge. I woke around 6 this morning remembering everything but not wanting to get up and write things down soo..i resolve to keep a journal next to my bed from now on!I know my dream was semi-lucid,although the memory of it has now been wiped!

Ah! Finally some time to catalog the last few nights dreams. I stayed up working and fell asleep in my street clothes I was in and out of consciousness for the earlier dreams, trying to gather the resolve to get up and actually get ready for bed. However it never came, :3_ so some parts are difficult to order correctly and there was a persisting sense of disorientation throughout. It's long but if you read nothing else of this, please read dreams 5 and 6 and comment on what you think.

April 13th, 2012

Dream 1:

I'm outside in this open park-like area [on the outskirts of a forest]. My dad and [apparently] one of my friend's dad {idr who} is there. It's day time [maybe sunny(?)] and the flat ground of the clearing is covered in short, light-green grass. Fully leaved trees are scattered about the area, their shade forming pools around their trunks {so I guess it was around noon}. I look around on the ground and see these navy-blue berries (slightly smaller and rounder than actual blue berries) pepper the the grass a few feet away from me. I'm bare foot and for some reason in a bit of discomfort from what I feel below my feet. It's feels like a multitude of small pointed things, similar to walking on a pile of twigs. I survey the earth more immediately around me. There are a few small twigs here and there but none directly underneath me. I then wonder if fire ants are the cause and again check the ground, this time with more care and alarm. A few black ants, a shade close to the navy-blue of the berries, march unorganized a few feet away. Now I'm really confused..



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Dream 2:

I'm in a car with my brother and a younger light-brown haired girl {I might know her in real life, but again I'm uncertain}. I'm on the passenger side. We pull over to the right side curb and stop at the girl's mail box. I reach my right hand out through the window and open the box for her. The head of the mailbox is the traditional half cylinder shape but its inside is anything but one would call traditional. It's a full panel of numbered buttons. She recites a long string of numbers for me to enter, "[628...--]", but I tell her to wait and that it's probably best if I weren't the one doing this because I don't want to set of her house's security alarm. She agrees. [We pull into drive way (?)}..

Day [3]:

{This dream's the fuzziest} This woman suggests to her boyfriend/husband that they should go "to their cabin in the woods". This Immediately triggers a connection to the recent, and very much unoriginal, movie title "The Cabin in the Woods" {I saw a brief glimpse of the trailer on youtube I believe}. It's vague but I know afterward the couple, and whatever company they bring, inevitably are chased down by psychos who torture/kill them etc. {essentially was just like "The Strangers", creepy masks, fall setting and everything}...





Dream [4]:

{This is another hazy part. I'm not quite sure, but I was an observer most of this} There are these people probably between 19 and their early 20s.They're looking to make a Paranormal Activity 4. Apparently, in all the movies prior in this series, the cast actually died as a result of the paranormal activity they tried to record on film. Of course at this point I'm thinking: "Okay now folks,..people DIED doing this and despite knowing this information..you do it anyway???" {I feel like if that really happened in RL, people would do what these guys were trying to anyway. Oh, humanity, common sense is no longer common } A young woman in the group tells one of the guys "that graveyard actually is haunted", as if it were local, and then continues to tell enthusiastically some experience she had there. This comment then makes me think back to a show I recently watched on psychics. A teenage boy said that he always sees this shadow man whenever he walks by a certain local graveyard and it makes his stomach hurt immensely..

Dream 5:

{Pretty sure this was a direct result of the last dream..} I'm in a living room similar to that of my old house. I'm sitting on the off-white carpet [with my legs folded under me]. My brother and our close friend, M, [and maybe another one of my best mates] are there sitting on either one of the couches or on the floor as well. My family's old, short wooden coffee table is to my left. It's half boxed in by our old love seat, long couch and single-seater couch just as they were in my prior home except the table is pushed out further away from the couches and closer to the TV. A fluffy husky-looking puppy is in the room with us. His fur is black and white. [I was just petting/playing with him] before all of a sudden the puppy starts acting strange, as if terrified, ducking under the table onto its bottom panel. He turns over on his back and starts seizing and whimpering, showing his white chest and curled white paws. I know something we can't see has a hold of him. Something dark and paranormal. I'm unsure of what to do, it's just so awful. I reach out for him saying, "It's alright, buddy..", but he jerks away, off the corner of the under panel and onto the carpet. He continues to squirm side to side crying. M and my brother are talking in urgent words, their voices overlapping in the chaos. I look behind me to see a large flat screen TV. It's displaying an all white back ground with some text in the middle of it, like a TV show title. I pay no attention to this because I'm focusing on what looks like blacker-than-night smoke, drifting out of screen view at the top right corner. I turn back to my companions and say "[I think] it's leaving". It seems whatever was attacking the dog released its grip. The small creature remains on his back but appears to be recovering. I, however, feel this overwhelmingly powerful and dark presence (very difficult to describe). I feel something start in my chest that forces its way upwards until it reaches my mouth in less than a second. I rock forward emitting resonating and blood scream. {It felt like what I can only describe as insanity..}



Dream 6:

[I wake, walk out of my room] and then slowly make my way down the hallway, dazed and still a bit disturbed. I then hear something from my right. It's a scream. It's human but unearthly. It sounds like several screams in one echoing cry. It startles me. I then hear a second scream, putting me in a state of sheer terror. I think "Oh no!! I must have fully awakened my psychic abilities and now I'm going to see dead people and life is gonna suck and--
but wait, what if I didn't wake up? What it I'm dreaming? I'm totally dreaming!". As I grab the stair case banister post and sling shot myself around to the top of the steps, I look up at the mirror directly across from me in the hall way. I think I see myself in it, but in the confused panic I can't make much sense of the blurry, dark grey figure in it. Everything's a shade of grey, not black and white, but as if it's daytime and what little light shining in from outside comes through insidiously dark storm clouds. All I can think now is "Get outside. Just get outside. Get to the front door!". I rush down the flight of stairs and fling the front door open. [Quickly closing the door behind me], I'm looking down when I take my first step onto the porch and ,at which point, I promptly close my eyes and think "Make it Fall. Wait, no! Summer!". I accidentally open my eyes as I'm rushing down the porch steps. I see grey skies and grass melancholy with patches of dead earth. I quickly close my eyes again and in a last ditch effort think "Blue skies! Happy!" but nothing changes.
I then see a mini-van in the driveway. My brother's in the driver seat. I see one of my best childhood friends, Marry, {whom I haven't talked to in years unfortunately} sitting in the back on the passenger side. My new train of logic at this point: "if my brother can't see me, then I'm dreaming. If he can, I'm awake and I'm suddenly hearing dead people". I go up to the drive side window. I wave my arms and scream his name several times, but he seems to be looking through me. He then, however, greets me as if he'd been spacing out momentarily and I let out a dramatic, "NOOOOooOOoOo!!", almost dropping to my knees {this makes me doubt my lucidity}. I then see Mary get out of the sliding door of the van and when she walks its front to the side I'm on, she's suddenly my friend M from Dream 4. I'm beyond confused and disorientated...

I had 2 Torpedo ales, a bottle of merlot, and 2 benadryl pills last night so I would be guaranteed some sleep.

It worked. Alas, no recall. There was a dream fragment that was from the last few days where I couldn't find a chef coat in the right size.