memorable

This isn't the amazing dream i talked about in my workbook for anybody who is reading this

I woke up alone on the island from Lost. I started walking through the jungle, when I found a city. It was all broken down and crumbling and it looked abandoned. I went in, and found out it was a city filled with crime. Each person in the city was a lucid dreamer, and they formed gangs based on religion. They were constantly fighting each other. I joined one of the gangs, and started fighting the others. Nobody could stand up to us. My gang learned that if we could take away the other people's lucidity, then they would become our slaves. We did just that, and became the only gang left in the city. I walked into my house, and turned into Link from The Legend Of Zelda, except instead of a shield, I had a glove with bladed fingers, like Freddy Kreuger. The room I was in became circular with a giant hole in the center. A man was floating in the center surrounded by blue light, and he wanted to fight me. I beat him, and I left the room. In my living room, my friend Bobby and his sister were sitting on the couch. I told them I had to leave to go on another journey. I left my house and started walking down the street.

I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party.

One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well.

This went on for awhile until we became relationship status.

At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions.

This creeped me out.

The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me.

"Why are you following me?!" I asked her.

"I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly.

"Excuse me, your story?"

"I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained.

Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one.

"If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that ruin things?"

"I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily.

She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three."

"And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?"

"Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence.

I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch.

I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die.

But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up.

I ran with this idea. Literally.

I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view.

I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape.

My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck?



It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen.

At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running.

And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over.

I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy.

That insensitive bitch.

I walked out of the strange room and back into town.

I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast.

So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice.

The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all.

He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

"Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything."

I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears.

"You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it.

He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will."

Fuck.

This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love.

So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him.

I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate.

I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again.

I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover.

I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering.

Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story.

We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed.

We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again?



Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit.

"Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him.

We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly.

"RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me.

"It's after you, not me!"

"JUST RUN!!!" He demanded.

I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house.

I wondered where on Earth I was.

There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside.

After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive.

"Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn.

I flipped the light switch on.

We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet."

She nodded her blonde head in obedience.

I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter.

We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next.

And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers.

"...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled.

"We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered.

"From who?"

"It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged.

She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left.

We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author.

My coworker was standing behind her.

"I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?"

We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified.

"Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered.

Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife.

He pushed me back, trying to protect me.

"Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet.

He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated.

In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?"

"Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up."

I refused.

"We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked.

I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning.

Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off.

I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already.

If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse.

Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life.

I thought about ending it.

If I committed suicide, then I would save his life.

But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story?

I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life.

I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide.

We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me.

"Sure."

"What will it be?" She asked.

"Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted.

While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on.



I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand.

It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her.

"You fucking prick!" She shrieked.

I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle.

"You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside.

Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for.

I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.

Ok so I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago and this is when this dream started! For the past 6 days its been the same dream.
The dream inside the dream is me at a party with alot of friends and this one guy I've had a crush on for a while (Austin) now was there and he was following me around the party and grabbing my hands and waist like we were a couple and i was walking around as if i was trying to make sure none of my crazy party animal friends didnt get hurt.Which is really weird because im crazy like that i dont know why i took this role of a "chaperone" in this dream.Then a while after i would wake from that dream and i would be in the other dream where i am laying down and that guy (austin) is on the foot of my bed sitting watching me and my band director is looking at me standing over austin and my best friend is turned around facing the wall. My band director looks angry and Austin looks like he wants to say something but no one talks.Then i wake up

I dont understand why this is a recurring dream, maybe my band director being there was a sign that i should practice because band camp starts in 2 weeks and we need music memorized but it was just weird like i've never had a dream like this recurring so often exactly the same

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in the Olympic gymnastics finals doing the floor exercise. I am way ahead of the competition.

Dream 2:

I am climbing Mt Everest for the second time. This time I am with Kelly Bundy (Christina Applegate). She is worried that I will go crazy on her due to altitude sickness. She has some catch phrase that will make her baseball card worth a lot later (?!?). We take a very long and round about way to the top.

I woke up (false awakening) and I am writing all of my previous dream down in my dream journal in extreme detail (at the kitchen table). I went through the entire morning. My wife gets ready for work and is about to leave until she sees me writing in my journal. She says "wow that must have been a good dream." I feel very satisfied and relieved that I am able to remember such a vivid dream. My wife and I leave the house for work and she is following me to get on a freeway. All the while I have some sense that I am dreaming. Some guys are on top of a light post (they kind of flew up there). I try to ignore them so they don't think they are cool. I tell my wife to watch out.

Dream 3:

I keep getting strange messages while I am at work (in the dark). There are strange beings having sex with girls. One looks like a tree-like alien with a large root penis. Another is a sea anenome type thing sucking some chicks p*ssy.

Dream 4:

Suddenly I am in a heated debate with my wife regarding Mike Trout vs Bryce Harper. I am trying to explain how Trout is so much better because not only did he miss a month of the season, but he is also a lead off hitter and his power numbers are so much better than Harper's. She doesn't agree with me (in real life she is on my side).

I have a couple strange dreams such as Mr. Garrison from South Park flying around my room pooping on things and playing silly games. I wake up all of a sudden and I am in my back yard with my two cats on the fence fighting. This is not a common occurrence for my cats so I look into the house to call for my wife. I feel incredible pressure on my head and I am scared. This shock puts me back into my bed but the pressure is still there. I realize it might just be sleep paralysis and that I am safe, so I start focusing on the pressure. A few more images pop in my head and I hear a sound like a radio broadcast. Then I lose the sensation and wake up.

07-28-2012 -- I am driving down a road, in Omaha, I think. It is late at night and I am hungry. I am hoping to find something to eat, and as I drive along, I find a New York-style pizza parlor. The name is something like Giovanni's or the like. I stop and enter, and find the place does seem to be open, but shelves and cupboards and displays are almost empty. I realize the place has either just opened, or is in the middle of selling everything and shutting down. They only have something like three choices of topping, cheese, pepperoni, or sausage. I really push it and ask for all three on my pizza. The guy is making me a very large pizza (at least 18", maybe even larger) but doesn't seem to know what to charge me. I offer him $15, but keep wondering to myself if I might have offered too much or too little.

As I am waiting outside the apartment-like parlor, there seems to be somebody hunting me. I spot a figure in a nice suit who seems to be following me, but is trying to stay out of sight. He keeps dashing around corners or hiding behind walls. He is trying to shoot me with bullets or poison darts, and soon seems to be trying to build some sort of explosive mine or something, but it falls apart. I gather up as many pieces as I can to try and keep them away from him, then run off.

A couple of miles away I come to a warehouse on the NE corner of an intersection. I glance inside and find it is my warehouse, and there are three small box trucks that I know are filled with explosives or something. There are some incompetent thugs that have been sent to hunt me down that are driving down the street in two larger trucks filled with some kind of ordinance to use against me, but they are stupid, and they really aren't at all sure what they are supposed to be doing.

I convince them that I am not me, but am actually one of their bosses, and I order them to start moving all the stuff in their trucks into my trucks of explosives. Since they are carrying things like detonators, I know this can be a dangerous combination. I wait until they are both out of site in a couple of the trucks, and then go running to the south while they cannot see me. As long as they don't actually see me running off, they won't be worried, and will keep doing as I told them.

I know that when the explosion happens, it is going to be very powerful, and most likely nuclear, so I really want to get at least a mile away, so I can be safe. I keep running south in Omaha, and get a couple miles down to a major street. I knew what the street was in the dream, but cannot remember it now. Dale is now with me, and we are both running. We get to this major street, and find a bus just pulling up. We both board it, and I have .75 for the bus fare, but when I try and put it in a slot, the driver starts screaming at me that it is the wrong place, and he orders me to put the money in a different slot.

He is very rude and obnoxious, and I really find I don't like him. He keeps screaming abuse at me, and I am considering really telling him off, but instead decide to take a seat. As I get a little further back in the bus, he orders me to choose a locker and take the key. Amazingly there is a row of lockers. I tell the driver I don't need a locker, and he just gets more abusive. Rather than fight about it, I pull out a key that turns into a lock in my hands.

Dale and I sit down, nervous, and quietly discuss the upcoming explosion. We keep our voices down because we don't want the other passengers to hear us and report us. Soon the bus has turned into some sort of stadium, and we are in the stands, surrounded by ladders made up of a kind of horizontal window blinds. To get higher up and move to the next level, we have to climb these rickety blinds, but as we get a little way up, they all fall apart and collapse, leaving us to fall on our backsides.

I get to an area with some nice sofa-like benches that seem to be a little higher up, so I hope to have a shorter way to climb, as the blinds-ladders start to reappear. By this time it is feeling very much like some sort of video game, though we're in it, instead of just playing it. I look around and find Dale is gone, so I realize he must have solved the puzzle, and moved on to the next level. I still don't know how to do it, so I pull out my cell phone and call him. There is a lot of interference, and I can barely hear him, but he says something about the lock before the call drops. I start to realize the bus driver may have been an idiot, but there was a reason he ordered us to take the locks.

I wait a few seconds for the blinds to reset again, then start to climb. I go up about twenty rungs, and can just feel the tension as the thing is about to fall apart and drop me. At that point the dream kind of turns into a good news/bad news story. It's good that the driver insisted I take the lock. It's bad that right as I need it, I drop it. It's good that I happen to have a combo lock of my own in my backpack. It's bad that I can't remember the combination. It's good that the combination is printed on the back of the lock. It's bad that the combination is wrong. It's good that the thing opens up, anyway. It's bad that as it opens up, it starts to fall apart. It's good that as it starts to fall apart, it has turned into a lock mechanism like "The Club", the thing they used to sell to kind of lock steering wheels.

The bar that I end up holding is exactly what I need, and I slip it over some sort of stud on both ends of the blinds, right before they start to fall apart. Everything beneath me collapses, but I am able to continue climbing up to the next level. By this point, the dream is feeling like some sort of a competition, as well as a sort of video game. I find myself in a strange, colorful landscape that very much reminds me of the new Runespan in Runescape, but the place is very weird.

People are running around, throwing bowling balls, base balls, basket balls and other objects around, but the rules of physics don't seem to fully apply. Balls swirl down odd gravity wells, or break holes in the walls, and people follow them to try and find paths to the next level. I throw a couple of bowling balls, and they work all right, but when I try and throw the smaller balls, I can't throw worth beans, and always let go of the ball way too late, so it slams into the ground a foot or two in front of me, rather than flying through the air and triggering anything. Somehow I manage to make it at least a half a level further, however.

Now I am grabbing guns and things, and shooting at weird aliens and targets that seem more like a Buzz Lightyear-type of shooting gallery ride at a theme park. I'm doing a lot better with this than with the throwing balls thing. I shoot my way through several targets and barriers, and kind of fly into the next area.

I suddenly find myself in a swim suit in what seems to be a very colorful water park. I am on a large field with circles of colors with numbers in them, looks like some sort of giant Twister game. I see some odd footwear that is kind of a cross between flippers, snow shoes and skis. I try and get one on one of my feet, but don't have a chance to get one on the other. I have to start trying to run through the fields as different numbers are being called.

If I land on one of the circles before another number is called, jets of water help propel me in the right direction. If I hit the wrong circles, the water is pushing me in the wrong directions, and is liable to knock me over. Soon I have shot into the wrong direction one time too many, and find myself in a red sort of structure seconds before water is going to come at me from every direction and fully soak me. I'm horrible at this part of the competition, but I am also really having fun, and I am just starting to laugh about the soaking as I wake up.

I was playing a video game like I was in the video game. The objective had a storyline with it but the whole idea was to jump onto platforms. In a way it was like Donkey Kong platforms and on some of the platforms was an object I had to get.



For some reason I needed to get a pair of scissors of the one the platforms but I was either too lazy to get it or didn't know how even though the distance wasn't that bad. Something happened in the storyline where an evil apprentice (that was how this guy presented myself to me) handed me a pair of scissors and said something like "The mistress wants to thank you with this..." and then he handed me a pair of scissors. At this point I had no idea who the mistress was or what I had did to earn the scissors. I was wondering this when on a platform high up and non-reachable area a character that looked almost exactly like Midna from Zelda and the Twilight princess appeared and was watching me with a smirk.

Then she disappeared and zombie cats that looked block-like and similar to zombies from minecraft but with a cat appearance wandered down from the platform and slowly floated towards me on the platform I was standing on.


After I was almost clearly going to die I yelled "i'm gonna die...no!" and I woke up for stopped dreaming clearly.

Non-Lucid

So I start the dream off by getting some scratch tickets. Three of them. I scratch them all and win on all three of them. Two are 100 dollar winners. The last one has multiple 56 and 38 dollar winnings. I get all excited and spazzy. Suddenly I'm in a comic shop and I buy a hard cover complication of the best Wolverine and Cyclops moments. It was 20 dollars.

Dream changes setting to a slightly different comic shop. Has posters all over the place and looks very cluttered. Who are the owners? Why the Joker and Harley Quinn of course! I have weird small talk with them for a while. Harley gets all up in my face at one point and asks what is wrong with my eyes. I explain that I have Central Heterochromia.

After that, I start looking for a specific comic but the dream scene changes. I'm flying above a city in a superhero costume, narrating what's happening in my head. I go back to my house and get in normal clothes. I go through a weird portal and end up on the side of a mountain. Joker is there. He's being all friendly and nice to me. I find out that he is only doing this because it's part of his "plan". I get upset and then wake up.

So I haven't been keeping a dream journal all month. Mostly because I mainly wanted to use this site but my internet connection was being unreliable. Luckily I can remember a few cool dreams.

July 25th

Mostly non-lucid. Had a very severe nightmare. A terrifying beast with long dirty hair and dead eyes was tormenting. Could talk. Had a horrible woman's voice. Would not let me wake up. Multiple false awakenings. Was in weird sleep paralysis state.

July 27th

Completely non-lucid. Had a dream involving Osezo, Setaron, a girl I had just met that day that we'll call Ace and several of Osezo's friends that I only barely know. At first, we were all in an odd circular house. Just hanging out. Then Ace and I were wondering in a city that resembled New York City. We found a building with a huge door. Had a big colorful neon sign. We went in and then were selling a bunch of Japanese food products. Ace said that Osezo and Setaron were trying to find us and that we should hide from them. We went out the back and were in this chain-link fenced area.We went under the fence and were out in a road. Ace had disappeared. I walked on the street a little and found a blood splatter. The dream then had a very "noir" vibe. Woke up shortly after this.

July 28th

Non-lucid. Somehow Batman related. Remember running across rooftops and fighting people. Very excited feeling dream.

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As I expected I didn't remember much dreams. Although I recalled one particular dream.
I was having a conversation with some guy on the internet, and suddenly he tells me "If your not with us you are going to die, nobody can survive without the sixth dimension.".
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Today I am going to bed at a normal time, so I will hopefully get more vivid recalled dreams.

01.08.2012

The Mysterious Man (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in some sort of lake house. From time to time, we would go down to the lake and swim. At one point there was some kind of bad thing in the water, probably Pirahnas, and we were scared that someone was going to fall in. My cousin did, which all scared us, but we quickly picked her up out of the water.

We were back at the lake house, and I met a girl there who quickly became my friend. At this time I noticed that my whole Dad's side of the family was there.

I was sitting on an outside deck with my friend. At the back of the deck was a rock wall that was about 10 - 15 feet high. Covering the wall was a fence. There were what looked like paintings hanging on the fence. They were small, but noticeable. In the painting was a goblet. On the other side of the goblet there was a big, shiny coin. There were three more paintings like this hanging up there.

I looked down onto the ground below us just in time to see a tall, srongly built man walk across the path to our lake house. He was wearing all black with a black cape. He wore an eyepatch on his right eye I think, and on his outfit somewhere was a coin that looked just like that in the pictures. Although, I can't remember where it was on his person.

A couple of things happened at once. The mysterious man knocked on the fence surrounding the deck, near where my Dad and uncle were grilling. The man tried to say something, but as he opened his mouth, my dad interrupted and said "Nope, don't have that here." (or something like that) He then scooped up both of my little cousins and walked quickly into the house. Before I knew it my uncle had picked me up and I was inside the house now. There was a rushing around, and making sure that everyone was in the house, safe. I was standing in the kitchen when my dad opened the fridge and said, "Will blanks be enough to scare him away?"
"I don't think so." My uncle said.
"What about bullets?"
"They won't be enough to kill him with."
I felt like I was in the middle of some spy movie.

I woke up shortly after. I wonder who that man is, and what he wants?

01.08.2012

Windy Day (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being on some sort of beach. On this beach, there was wide path of sand that lead Straight through the water for about 40 feet, almost like an island.
On this "island" Ken and her friend had some small boats "docked" (they were actually tied to the sand with pegs in the ground) there. All of a sudden, it started getting windy. The boats blew around to and for, but none of them came loose from their hold. While Ken tried to hold some of the boats still, she hollered over at me for something. As I looked over to her, she pointed, and I saw what looked like a large stray innertube that she wanted me to get. It was getting blown around the small strip of beach every which where. I finally grabbed it and returned it to her.

I wake up at 2:45 half in and half out of a dream...there's a strange are loud siren ringing in my ears, almost like an electrnic alarm but of massive scale...i realize i am in bed sleeping and must be dreaming. I try to wake myself up. as I become aware...eyes still shut...I cannot tell if the sound is real or not...until they start to fade. I have trouble figuring out where I am. I have to focus...my heart is racing and I can't remember where I live or anything about myself for a few moments. It starts to come back as I start to recognize shapes in the dark....the window, my guitar case. I am in a room...what room? Is it my room? Where am I. Where do I live? In nc. I live in nc...in a house? No. An apartment...I left my house, my wife, months ago. My memory starts to return....I start to relax...but as I do, the wailing sirens return, excrusiatingly loud. It's interesting, I think to myself. I wonder how loud it will go. As I try to return to sleep, the sirens always get loud enough to wake me to the silence. I concentrate and manage to relax and control the sound in my head..as I start to fall back to sleep...then...movement wakes me...at my back. Something rubs me...feels warm...something alive and big enough to be a cat, maybe a dog. I lay still...don't want to startle it. I reach my arm back slowly, expecting to feel fur...I feel skin...an arm. ITS A PERSON. I think to myself in my still confused half awake state...is it Jason? Then I feel an arm around my neck hard...I lunge to get away but the arm is strong and I am soon wrestling for my life. I manage to get my feet on the ground and turn toward the intruder. I see his face in the darkess, grimacing...he's a young man, taller than me...I am in a fight for my life. Then I feel another body grab me from behind. I am being choked. I can't breath...but I am choking the man in front of me too. I think to myself...if I kill this guy, I might survive. But as I choke him, I start to pass out. I can sense the end is coming. I fought a good fight, I am going to die well.....then...

I hear a funny ringing sound, not a siren, this is different...I recognize it...it's my cell phone. I realize i am sleeping and someone is calling me but I can't answer it though because somehow I rolled in my sleep in such a way that my right arm was wrapped around my neck and my left arm was under my body....both were asleep and i was partially cutting off my own air supply. I did finally answer it...it was Steve from a company who I work for in NJ....there was a critical software failure at month's end and they needed my help. It was 3:00 sharp. The details of the dream are still fresh. I even remember the intruder's face...he had pale skin, blue eyes and short red curly hair. He was big and strong. The one behind me choking me, I could tell was smaller and had big forearms...like mine I guess. I remember that the imagery of the room was extremely accurate, the position of the bed, the guitar case, the dresser...the size of the room...even the ambient light coming from the window that lit up the man's face. Would love to hear comments about this, especially the siren. It was the only thing about this episode that concerns me, never had anything like it before. The way it filled my mind and went through me in chilling pulse waves...waves that I could almost control. And the overwhelming terrrified feeling and chills that I felt that came in waves in sync with the sound.

Our houses were different and no one went outside. We shared a kitchen with our next door neighbors. Turns out their 9 year old boy was a vampire. No one talked about it though. He could go outside though, so he must have been half vampire. My brother was one too. They were just trying to get by - my bro would feed on me and it was scary. There were much more sinister vampires out there I had to run from or fly by with weapon in hand. Perhaps I was a slayer of some sort. All the while being food for my brother.

The dream starts out in which I am playing a video game, but I am seeing everything in the perspective of the game itself (I don't see my hands on a controller). The game is an interesting one. The main playable character is a girl with flowing black hair. It reminds me of Assassin's Creed, but a female version. The setting takes place during the renaissance and I am walking through cobblestone streets and alleys. As I level up my character her appearance changes, her hair becomes longer, and the design of the clothing she wears changes patterns and becomes more intricate. There is a quick cut scene and some unrecognizable pop music plays, although I would say it was dark gothic in style...like this



The character gets in what i can only describe as a big metal trench that water flows through and that people use for washing their laundry in. She hides by swimming through it into a sewer system where the water empties out. As the character gets out and starts walking I realize I am dreaming.

Suddenly my field of vision shifts from 3rd person to 1st. I am the character, except I am in my own body now. I'm walking walking in this dark passage in the sewer and my sister suddenly appears behind me. Before I can say anything I hear shuffling ahead and get a stab of fear. The sound moves closer and suddenly I see them. The sound is coming from these huge ferocious rat-like rodents.
I know it's a dream but this took me by surprise and I don't have anything to defend myself with. All I can think of to do is pull my hands out and point my fingers into the shape of a gun.

"Bang!" I yell, pretending to shoot them.

Surprisingly one falls over dead, and the others scamper away in fear. That was surprisingly easy. I turn the corner and kill a few more in the same manner.
I see light up ahead and as we push forward the sewer opens up into a hidden spanish terrace with a pool. There is a lot of debris and the buildings surrounding the pool seem to be crumbling away as if they had been abandoned. Dark clouds loom overhead. My sister Ashley dives into the pool and begins swimming. Three white belugas appear in the water and greet me as i come to sit at the edge of the pool. I pet one of them on the head.

"We should get going," I say aloud. "We only have so much time before I wake up."

Then I look at the scenery and change my mind. Usually in lucid dreams I feel like it's a race. I feel rushed to experience as much as possible which in turn actually causes me to wake up sooner. Everything is so relaxing and peaceful right now. Ashley surfaces next to my dangling legs.

I look at my sister, "Don't you wish we could stay in a dream like this forever?"

"Yeah!" she says happily.

I notice a couple of random DCs show up at the pool, and as I try to figure out who they are everything is gone. I'm awake in my bed.

Tiny Lights
A few nights ago I dreamed I saw lights in the sand the size of a grain of sand. They were blue and green and maybe yellow. I scooped up some sand and got several in my hand. I tried to sift the sand out of my hand leaving just the lights.

This is residue from my fiber optic interests.

Eating

Over that last few days I had a dream where I was eating fish and one where I was eating a snow cone being very mindful of the texture.

The fish leathery on one side, but tender on the other. I wanted the tender, flaky part. The one where I was eating the snow cone was residue of doing a lot of research on shaved ice machines for a snow cone trailer I'm thinking about buying.
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Two giant horse-like creatures were moving towards eachother sideways. I was between them. A girl helped me get up one to avoid being smooshed. It was buff colored.

I was on my stomach over the horses back trying to get over it more so I would be positioned more evenly.

The horse then started walking around a center structure. I thought when it came full circle, I might be able to get off.

Dream Skip

I was in a room trying to sleep. I looked outside and there were 4 guys playing base guitar. I remember all of them had bases with different shapes and color. I kept looking for a guy with a white bass, but he wasn't there.

Dream Skip

Then I heard God talking to me (I'm not a God person). I was so happy that God finally indicated he wanted a "relationship" with me. In my belief system, invisible things have to some how make themselves perceived, or I must some how discover them, to believe in them.

So there I was. God was talking to me. He told me I needed to start talking to my Mom again. This bothered me, but I thought that if God wanted me to do it, that was easy enough to achieve.

I decided to make amends with my Mom, but then it was my Dad that I was going to make up with. I used to fight with my dad all the time.

I found myself up on a hill looking down at my Dad's house (it was different than in waking life). My brother was coming out, fighting with my dad. I needed to figure out how to get in the house without being notice so I could get some stuff and get out.

Dream skip to some other location. I asked a woman if God had ever spoken to her. She said "Yes." I told her God just spoke to me, but I mean SPOKE to me for real. I heard it!

She said, yea, he's Irish. I said, "YEAH! HE'S IRISH!"...and then I remembered his voice as being Irish, which it wasn't when I heard him.

I don't believe in God any more after that dream, but it was awesome having such a dream. This was the second intense dream about God that I've had.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

Was gaming with a friend all night so went to bed 05:25 the next day! So no good sleep for me and no dream recall what so ever... I am going to game this night as well so I will probably not remember a thing tomorrow either, oh it's late I mean today... :cheeky: