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Very strange dream last night with lots of things going on and I can remember the whole thing. I had moved to a small town in Oxfordshire UK with my partner but strange occurrences were happening. There was a Lynx on the prowl at night, and if it scratched you, you were sure to be the next person in the town to die. I was walking across the land of my home to the neighbors when the Lynx appeared and started to attack, my partner then appeared with a huge pole trying to get the cat away from me but it was to late and it struck my check with its claws. We ran to the next house and I ran around closing and locking all the doors and windows but as i was going up the stairs the police had appeared in the downstairs hallway so i started panicking and shouting "how did you get in" as I got into the 1st upstairs bedroom to lock the window i spotted my partner and his sister stood at the front door chatting to the police, as i span to leave the room a police man was laying on the bed looking at me, he was very manly but appeared to be wearing lipstick and i instantly knew he was here to kill me and that he was not a man but something that could turn into anything he wanted like a shapeshifter. I turned and started pounding the windows, by this point i knew i was dreaming and started to scream for my partner who although in the dream was in sight i knew was laying asleep beside me, i knew that this thing was coming behind me but then all of a sudden my partner woke me up as he heard me call his name in his sleep. Now this was at 5am this morning but the full account has stayed with me all day. It is mainly me trying to place the face of the policeman as i am aware that we only dream of faces we have seen whether it be someone in the street 10 years ago, but i know that i knew that face. So any interperations are appreciated

So, a few nights ago, i had my first lucid dream (Lucid Assassin) since i lost interest in LD. Which was about a year ago. But last night, i tossed and turned because i was stressed over a few things. So i didn't remember any of those dreams. Consequently making me sleepy all day today, so i took a nap after class...

The dream started with me and a few people i didn't recognize hanging out on our college campus. In the dream, i knew that i was on "campus", but after i woke up i realized that where ever i was it wasn't my university. But anyway, we were all hanging out and then all of a sudden we saw these guys huddled up on this hill far away from us. They were far enough to where we couldn't make out faces, but close enough to see skin color, clothes, and hear them yelling. It sounded like they were fighting about something, and then it looked like they got into an actual fistfight. We all kept watching and we were speculating on what was going on. Then i got this feeling, or thought that one of them was going to pull out a gun. And the thought felt more like a vision, like i was 100% sure that it was going to happen. As it soon as i had that thought, one of them stepped back, pulled out a gun, and shot one of the other guys about 3 times or so.

As soon as we witnessed it, one of the guys i was hanging out with jumped up and pulled out a gun, but he didn't shoot at anyone...he was just pacing back and forth and waving it around angrily, like it was his friend that got shot and he was trying to stop himself from going out there and returning fire. I started walking away, because i figured the cops were gonna come, and i try my best to avoid pigs.

As i began to walk away, the dream became more third person, i noticed what i was wearing as if i was watching a video of myself. Then i looked back and i saw the guy with the gun, and his friend walking away from where we were hanging out. He was still flailing the gun around. I also noticed that the guy with the gun had on a grey denim jacket, and had really long dreads. He looked familiar, but i couldn't put a finger on it.

I started walking towards this neighborhood, i don't why. But in the dream there was this force that kept telling me to walk over there. I could see it clearly but the more i walked towards it the darker it got outside. When i got into the neighborhood i walked in between these two houses that had Rottweilers and Pitbulls chained up in the backyard. That kind of deterred me for a minute, but then i kept walking. As i got closer to the place i was trying to go, something told me to turn around and head back. So i did...and as i was walking back, one of the guys i was hanging out with from before yelled something to me as he was running in the direction i just left. I yelled something back to him, but i don't remember what it was. Then someone on a porch of one of the houses i was walking by told me to leave the neighborhood. I was already doing that, so i just ignored them...

I just kept walking until i woke up...


After i woke up, i couldn't help but try and make sense of that dream. I'm a very analytical person, and the first thing that came to mind when trying to break this dream down was my relationship with my father. He's always "been there" in my life, but we don't really get along. And recently i've been going through a lot of things. Mainly just dealing with some inner battles, like anyone would be at this time in their life. But because we don't really get along, we've never talked about it and he doesn't understand me. So, the only link i could make with my subconscious, conscious, and this dream is that the fight ("battle") i witnessed was really my own inner battle. The guy who pulled out the gun next to me and was waving it around angrily symbolizes my dad. Because he wanted to help the guy in the "battle" but he was too far away...

Then me walking off to that neighborhood, is me handling the situation how i handle most situations. And that's to handle it by myself, and just think it through in isolation.....

I don't know though, just a thought. Leave some comments if this was interesting to you, or if you have some other analysis.

This is by far the highest level Lucid Dream I've had to date. It came with the help of some supplements (100mg of 5-htp before bed, and 8mg of Galantamind 5 hours later). I cannot say for sure what kind of LD this is categorized as. It kind of feels like a WILD because it started off in my bedroom, and I was aware that I was dreaming since the very begining beginning. Although I did not feel like I held a constant stream of consciousness into the dream. To me it is a combination of WILD, MILD, and DILD... but who cares, I had a Lucid Dream!

It all happened in my bedroom. I was standing there in the dark and I knew that I was dreaming. I perform several reality checks throughout the dream to reaffirm that I am indeed dreaming. My primary RC is the nose plug, and that always works. a little later on in the dream I perform the finger through palm RC for the first time and that worked as well. I remember attempting to look at my hands but I was kind of scared of seeing something disfigured that I stopped looking.

Back to the dream, I spent a good amount of time wandering around in my bedroom in the dark. I used my hands to feel the details on the walls, and I even came upon a light switch. I did not flick it because this switch controls the electricity to my computer, and I did not want to turn everything off. I remember that I had a hard time seeing. Maybe it was because it was dark, but it felt like my eyes were closed in the dream. Again I had the sensation that if I tried to open my eyes too much, I was in danger of doing so in my physical body.

My monitor was on and it seemed like that was the source of light within my bedroom. After wandering around, I make my way out into the balcony. It is raining and I notice that the whole construction area below me is flooded. Here is where I try to fly into the air. I jump off the ground, but land right back. I do this a couple of times, and one time I even hand flat on my back. This reality check did not work for me this time.

I look into the flooded construction area and even think about jumping off my balcony into it, but a sense of fear prevented me from doing so. I try to move objects in the construction area with my mind, but had no success.

I climb up to the 3rd story and into other people's balcony. I peep through their windows and it appeared that every did not have a bed, and was sleeping on the floor. One of the neighbors looked back at me.

I come back down to my balcony and there appeared two girls. One or both, proceeded to suck my mushroom tip. I took one of them back inside and laid her on my bed. We kiss passionately and I start to go muff diving. Very shortly after, I open my eyes and the dream was over.

Date: 1/23/2012

Fragment 1:
I can't exactly remember what the beginning of this dream was about, but I remember feeling guilty and happy at the same time throughout the start of it. A strange combination if you ask me. But anyway, the first thing I can clearly remember is being surrounded by glowing lights, that kind of in a way resembled stars. It was beautiful. They were all kinds of colors. It felt like I was floating in space, or suspended in mid-air. Then a figure faded in, a young male, attractive, yet alien. His skin was a shade of navy blue and his pupil-less eyes glowed like the lights surrounding me. He had long wispy hair, the same shade as his skin. And there were spots on him that were translucent, and showed the same glowing light as the stars beneath his skin. He took my hand and caressed my face. Then, this is when I realized I was dreaming. Because one, I thought, "Oh no, I shouldn't feel attracted to this thing, I feel like I'm cheating on the person I love." And two, I realized that it wasn't normal to have an alien thing touching my face with his hands. Then I guess, the dream became lucid and I pushed away. I woke up from the realization of it (which I wish I wouldn't have because I seldom have lucid dreams.) And then I drifted back to sleep.

Fragment 2:
I had the feeling that I was awake, but I couldn't quite wake up. I couldn't control myself, and it seemed like I was drifting away from my body. I felt afraid, scared. I saw floating open-mouthed faces close to mine, but I couldn't open my mouth to scream. I could tell I was in my bedroom, though. I think I may have been in a state of sleep-paralysis. It's not the first time it's happened. But it was still frightening. Once I finally woke up I didn't dare go back to sleep. I was too afraid, which was silly. I know that dreams can't hurt me. But regardless, it wasn't pleasant.

I wish I could remember more details. My dreams were actually somewhat interesting this time.

dream : comments : lucid

24th of January, 2012

I've been on a trip the past couple of days and my dream recall was really bad during that time. Early this morning, back in my own bed, I had a huge dream.

It went a little something like this:


We were on a holiday in Sydney and staying at a super fancy hotel on the 7th floor.
I went for a wander to see what the rest of the building was like and ended up gong to the toilets. I was surprised that they weren’t that nice. Somehow I spent like 45 minutes in there just talking to people and at one stage soap bubbles were everywhere and I sat in the urinal then freaked out.

Coz I was sitting in a urinal.

When I left and went back to the elevator, it stopped on the 5th floor and I noticed my family were in one of those rooms instead. Weird, but I kept going.
I went up to the 9th floor- the top level of the building- which had a big spiral you had to walk up. At the very top there was an open area and it connected back to street level somehow.
I continued on my little journey and went back downstairs and onto the street where I met up with Sean and Lina. At some point, perhaps before that, I noticed my friend Jon Lee owned a restaurant and I decided we should go there for dinner that night.

Sean, Lina and I kept walking toward their hotel and then I realised I had no idea where I was.
I said “You’ve lead me astray!” and we continued walking and found ourselves in an underground shopping area. There was a fruit market there, so we went into it.

A woman was now with our group and she picked up fresh baked bread and bananas and I told her that it would be a delicious sandwich. While waiting in line, I jokingly tried to push in front of her by swimming (!) under her. She stopped me and was offended that I’d even try because she’d “already had 5 babies today!”

“Quints?” I said. “Yo! Imagine having quints!”

At that point the cashier girl suddenly had a huge cot full of babies that she was tending to so only one checkout lane was open. I went to buy two Cokes, but didn’t have any money so I left the line.

On my way out, my grandfather was chilling on top of the greeting card display and said that it would be really nice if he and his friend (“the only one I have left!”) could pick us up from school and play with us and make us dinner. I said that we already had plans to dine out but he looked really sad so I agreed.
I said “I guess it’s okay anyway, imagine if the restaurant had been attacked while we were there!”
As I said it, I saw a scene of the restaurant being shot apart and everyone dying. I pretended to be dead and lay on the ground.

So anyway, we went to this friend’s house of his which was on top of a giant hill and Acka introduced himself as me for some reason. I sat down and began reading the guy’s wine guide and said that Nooks would be really annoyed now because it means I’d take even longer to choose a good wine. Suddenly it turned out that two other people were going to join us for dinner and the friend didn’t have enough food as he’d only bought one giant fish.


The dream changed around here- though I believe it was still connected- and I dreamt two dreams almost simultaneously.


The first started out as if I was watching a movie. In segments, it told the story of a girl and a boy and how they’d always been together. It culminated in them sitting, in exactly the same position as an earlier segment, in suits in a limo.

The other dream was that we were at a public scalping. Apparently the guy was Iranian, but he didn’t look it; he was just some fat, sort of sad looking guy.
I’m not sure what he was in trouble for but he had to sit in this wooden structure a couple of levels tall with ropes attached to his head. The ropes went through this elaborate pulley system where the scalper held them at the other end and would pull them. As the (we’ll call him an executioner) executioner slowly started pulling the ropes I began to get emotional and started crying.

I asked someone to ask the prisoner (coz he was Iranian and couldn’t understand me) if he was scared. He said he was terrified and somehow came down to ground level for his last request. His nose was bleeding from fear and I gave him a hug and told him to be brave. He said he wanted to hear his favourite song one more time and quite a nice song began playing. I think it spoke about second chances or something. The dream faded as the prisoner (now on a motorbike) rode back up to the top of the structure to be scalped. It was really intense at the time.

At that point the earlier dream came back to the forefront and ended with a nice high angle shot of the guy getting out of the limo and walking into a crowd while "Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins was playing.

I woke up and wondered why the hell that song was in my head as I don’t think I’ve ever even heard the whole thing.

I was entering some building, it was right at the start of the dream when I though something along this line: "I still have to do this, and I have to do that, but for starters I'm gonna become lucid". Said, and done (again becoming lucid in such a strange way). The first thing I did this time was trying my world severing seal (short WSS) as I call it, and it worked just fine, I had a small rush of a strange feeling but I effectively kept myself from waking up, then I tried to call some pillars from the sky but couldn't see it so I tried fixing that (I was still pretty drowsy which is why I totally forgot I was still inside of the building). After that didn't work I lost lucidity however and woke up quite some time later after dreaming some random stuff and being in some sort of library.

At this point this is however quite the success as it is the first time I actually tried something I wanted to try as well as not immediatly waking up.

I am an almost 30 year old man, and am married with a couple kids. I have always been interested in dreams and the possibility of controlling my dreams. In a chat with a friend I mentioned I had a dream last night that I was disappointed I was awoken from. They mentioned "Lucid Dreaming" a term I have heard before but never really understood. I then went to wiki and read up about it. I find it very intriguing.

Throughout my life I have had a few dreams that I remember very vividly. I remember being young having a dream of being in a basement and climbing a pile of clothes to get from one level to another and the snuggle-bear popped out of the clothes.


I remember as a pre-teen dreaming of being in some sort of cave, and started turning into an almost nightmare when the ground started to move and there were spikes under the tile I was on and another tile was coming to squish me, then Indiana Jones appeared above and reached his hand down for me to grab and he pulled me to safety.


I remember another dream as a young adult encountering a girl who was running and I was chasing her. She had long dark brown hair and was very pretty. I remember she was crying and I finally caught her and assured her I would never let go of her. I remember being very emotionally attached or in-love with this girl. It was very pre-teenish puppy love movie feeling, something like "My-Girl" or something. The girl somewhat resembled a girl I knew and I thought it meant I was supposed to be with her... but no, that did not ever happen.

I hate the disappointment you get waking up from a dream where you were deep into a story without a conclusion. As a father I am often woken up abruptly by a child's crying. Dreams seam to be a powerful and a fun thing, and I would love to be able to control them and have some freedom in them.

Pool Party

I was in a swimming pool. There were multiple DC's, but I rarely look at any of them. I did not see any of them last night.

I looked up into the sky. I saw clouds moving in from either side. In the middle was another set of clouds clearly making a hand. I couldn't quite believe how perfect a hand the clouds formed. Then I noticed the moon was the index fingernail. It made more sense then, and then it seemed extraordinary again.

I asked some of the other party-goers if they could make out the hand in the clouds. I wanted them to see it before the other clouds covered it up. I counted the fingers on the hand twice. There were 5 fingers both times.

I then realized I was wanted by the International police for drugs and guns. I ended up getting out of the pool for some reason, and going through the corridors of an airport.

I ended up telling the guards I was wanted by InterPol. I then turned around and tried to find my way back to my airport hotel room. (?)

There were lots of people, hall ways, and rooms, but I found the right way to go. I called out and my daughter answered. Having found her, I now found myself back in the pool.

There were guns at the bottom of the pool, and the police had shown up. I didn't see them, but I saw a gun under the surface of the water pointed at me. It seemed to have a glowing outline, and was an odd looking weapon that we don't have in waking life.

I was scared by the gun. I knew the guards at the airport told these police that I had said I was wanted by InterPol, and I wondered why the fuck I would say that to the police.

The cop wondered if I might have any automatics, or a revolver. He explained how a revolver spins around with an ugly look on his face. I played scared and ignorant.

I walked out of the pool and found that the police were led by my father's second ex-wife. I showed her a cylinder from a revolver I had found at the bottom of the pool. I asked her if it belonged to her gun. It was partly true, but somehow it was part of a stash of guns that I had had.

I thought if I asked if it was hers, it would show I didn't know anything about it. I then realized that I seemed to know about these gun parts for some reason, so I was only giving myself away.

The lady thought I was in on some drugs too, so she said something about the cylinder not being hers, but she would just go smoke a joint. She wanted to see if this peeked my interest.

I saw a couple joints, one of them wet, on the ledge of a wall in a tray. The police woman didn't notice. I bumped her on the arm hoping she would notice but she didn't. I told her she was missing all kinds of opportunities.

The End

How not to pick up a girl

My brother saw several girls playing some kind of ball game. He wanted to interact and impress them, so he rolled over to them. It was controlled, but looked uncontrolled. He created a circle by touching his toes. He was a perfect circle and started rolling over to the girls.

Soon he was rolled up much more tightly, rolling. He started bouncing. Being rolled up into a ball was supposed to be the easiest on the body (which it would be), if rolling.

He ended up bouncing up very high. I thought it must have hurt when he landed. He then rolled in a tight ball between the legs of one of the girls. He unfurled there as he had come to a stop. It seemed reasonable to end up there since he'd been out of control trying to roll without getting hurt.

Last night I had my sixth lucid since joining up here! I really need to start working on my recall so I can remember things like dialogue more exactly.

So, I was back in my middle school again for some reason, it seems to pop up in a lot of my dreams lately. I was in my old English class with this one guy, J. (And other people I know too, but I don't really remember who they were.) J and I each finish our class assignments that I just remember were really frustrating to work out, but when we do we get up to go stand at the door until class ends. Our teacher seems really confused and then angry at us for doing it so early in class, even though we were pretty sure it was almost time to leave. I remember looking at the clock and just being confused by what time it was because it didn't really match up with anything. Anyway, she eventually caves and lets just the two of us go for "early lunch", as long as we come back later for some reason....

We end up talking a bit as we walk through the halls back to our lockers, but then we have to go in different directions. The school suddenly has a gigantic spiral staircase that... well, it does have spiral staircases, but not like THIS. These things were enormous! It also suddenly grew in height quite a bit, and had full glass walls and through them you could see outside what looked kind of like an airport. At this point I spontaneously became lucid, and tons of other people who went to my middle school started walking all around me. (I guess class officially ended?) I started talking to a couple of people I hadn't seen in a long time just to see what they'd say (which I don't remember but I do recall that it was very strange ) and then some girl swoops in out of nowhere and picks me up! I just look over and see her face and think, what the hell... oh wait, I know what I can do with this! So, I turned her into a Prince Charming-type guy.

Like this.



(But more buff and even cuter. )

So here carries me around while I'm squeezing his muscles and I keep talking to other people who all look up to me and treat me as the center of attention, basically like I'm a princess. Then Mr. Prince Charming starts talking about wanting to go somewhere more private and talk. Woah now. But then the dream starts fading! Fuck fuck fuck! I tried rubbing my hands together and making things happen and everything but it still ended and I woke up.

Dream #1
I am in my cousin Kevin’s house with some friends. For some reason, they are doing a cooking challenge where they take left over fast food from a chicken chain restaurant and make crazy dinners with them. Kevin is hurt from playing a sport, so I’m pretty sure I’m back in high school. His friends leave and I try to see if he’ll come too, but starts explaining his injury and that if he goes off to have fun, it will only get worse.

Dream #2
The dream transitions right into night time, and things have turned rather grim. I remember knowing that zombies were around, or that a zombie outbreak had occurred. There were plenty of safe cities apparently and society was still chugging along. I was grabbed by something I couldn’t see for some odd reason. I just felt a strong pull on my head and yelled. I turned and hit the zombie in the face and was able to run away. I got home and this is wear the dream gets weird. I walk into my home, and I KNOW I’m in high school. My parents are still together. I start inspecting my arms and legs and neck feeling for bite marks. Nothing so I go to a mirror, and get quite a shock. I’m a woman. I’ve got dark hair just passed my shoulders and bright blue eyes. My face is round, with a small petite nose, and I’m even wearing make up! I immediately became lucid at this point. I just stared for a second. I took control and started running my hands through my hair. I swear I felt what the dark curls felt like and how long it was. I was so freaked out, that I immediately woke up.

It’s been a while since I posted, and I haven’t been practicing. But I finally had a lucid dream. It was unplanned, but it was the best, first lucid dream I could ask for.

I do not remember the beginning of the dream, but I remember the point at which I became lucid. I was passionately kissing my girlfriend and we were wrapped in each other's arms on a great big bed with white sheets. I also noticed that the room was brightly lit with the sun’s rays. We kissed deeply and our tongues touched and slid against the one another's. That is how I knew I was dreaming. I currently live in South Carolina for grad school. She is in Texas and I haven’t left yet for Winter break. I knew I was dreaming, but I didn’t stop. Instead this encouraged me. I wanted to take advantage of the sensations I could experience with her that I miss so much. But I haven’t practiced keeping a lucid dream going, so I was unable to continue after a point. I pulled her white panties off of her perfect hips and unsnapped her white bra. I kissed her deeply again and moved my hard member to her soft and wet, lower lips and pushed myself inside. She let a soft moan escape her mouth and I began to move in and out. I kissed her soft breasts and pulled her hips up to me, pushing myself deeper into her. She was so warm and wet. The sensation became too much to bear. I desperately wanted to finish and I could feel it building. But I started losing the dream, and I woke up.

An amazing first lucid dream if I do say so. It was random and I did not plan it, but it makes it all the more amazing.

i should have wrote this first thing this morning but ya know, i didn't.
The dream i had bounced around alot but ill tell u what i remember.

My ex (daughters mother) was dating an old employee i used to work with. and i was helping them move stuff into a new house that they purchased and during that time i remember feeling pain and mental suffering, heartbreak as they were doing little things in front of me as if they were trying to hurt me mentally on purpose. In front of the door to the house they were moving into i was on a teeter totter type thing and it kept raising me up to the top part of the house then back down again. that's when i woke up. and as soon as i opened my eyes i felt like it was still happening but i then realized right away that it was a dream. it felt so real even though it was ridiculous. but i was relieved that it wasn't real

i awake in my room, its a saturday(false awakening it was wednesday) it sunny. i check the time and its 4. odd no one woke me up for my tutor session. i go back to bed and a i hear a female voice tell me what to do?to become lucid, i have forgotten her words at this time.
i start in a cell, i'm alone. The rooms is quite small and nothing but a desk and a bed. I go on my blackberry(my phone in real life) and check the time.
The room enlargs and there are two beds, there is a girl with me but i dont recognize her.I think she had black hair.
For some reason there is a banner with a cross and now i'm a pastor preaching to other cell mates but the girl takes them all away.
Then im on top of a tower and there are zombies and skeletons roaming, they look cartoony.
I think i fall off because the dream changes and i'm at some sort of lunar base.i'm taking pictures of my mate.

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Dont remember, i'm awake
I was not Lucid

Dream: January 21, 2012

In the dream, this occurred between 1 am and 3 am. It was probably a bit later in waking life, though, as my dreams always occur in the morning hours.

It ended with sleep paralysis, or maybe it began.

Either way, this was my first episode of paralysis since November. It was night in my dream, morning in waking life, and I felt smothered by my sinus infection and the pillow. Lying down, as I was the previous time. Maybe this time I woke up, or went back to sleep, or woke up. I guess I will never know. Tried to move some of my appendages, but it was late.

At my house, my parents were preparing to leave. Yet I was out of bed, wide awake, past midnight. One of them would accompany the other to another country, as they loaded and packed up the car to go to Detroit (facade?). Something earlier happened too, but the details of that were now missing. I had a cell phone, and they had a cell phone.

About an hour passed, then half an hour. I took some baking soda, and did a line in the fridge, preserving something that would otherwise rot if the power went out. No idea why I did that, but it was suiting.

Picked up my cell phone, either to make a call or receieve one. My mom was on the phone, though it was difficult to hear, probably because of the great distance. The voice was becoming more static, and fading.

Just staring at the wall, none of it made any sense.

I looked at the time. 2:32, 2:34, 2:38. How much more time would pass, me sitting here, alone?

I knocked on my parents' door, as it was closed. They opened it, and were still inside the room. "But weren't you just driving to the airport?"

"No".

"But what about the cell phone?!"

That was weird. They were also disappointed about the baking soda, as I headed to bed, and they began to argue.

Outside, the sky had a purple glow, and the streetlights were orange. I had tried to close my eyes, run into the window, because I knew it was a dream at that point. Yet however close I was to pronouncing it a dream, I just couldn't convince myself, for I was unable to escape through that window. There was an extra tree in the street, too, a sure sign that it was a dream.

I ran again, and they just kept arguing. Waking up, they were still arguing about some of the same things as during my dream, as I drited in and out of sleep on a weekend morning.

Dream: January 14, 2012

This was another one of my 9-day dreams, the dream that occurs once every nine days since I began blogging/journalling. Although more of my dreams were being remembered now, this one was particularly stark (reader's discretion advised).

A dark tragedy unfolded in 1989: the Montreal Massacre, at the École Polytechnique in December of that year. The perpetrator was Marc Lépine, who went on a rampage against those he called 'feminists'. This time, he was still alive, had an accomplice, and that was me.

I didn't know what the murderer really looked like, but the description seemed to fit. He uncocked his gun, shot fewer than a dozen people, who fell to the ground. That part would be blocked out from my memory, for I too was in shock.

We ran onto some grounds, a mix between a university campus and a hospital. The perpetrator again pointed his gun, but this time some security guards ran out, using walkie-talkies to signal each other that there had been an incident nearby. One or two of them were female, blonde, but none of them knew of our presence. Other than the atrocities we were about to commit, it was a rather fine day, little or no snow on the grass, and not a cloud in the sky.

We ran beside a concrete wall, in some type of enclosure. Marc lined up four adults: two men and two women; two Asians, one middle-eastern and one Caucasian. None of them seemed related. I stood to the side as the crime scene unfolded. The lights dimmed. It was a scary sight.

One by one, he shot them with a semi-automatic revolver. Blood flowed from their faces, and they dropped to the floor. A short time later, I woke up, trying to remember what was going on.

I had had some dreams before, in which a murder took place. Usually though, the person being pursued or killed was me. This time, though, I had actually been the accomplice to a murder. Never before had I been the actual murderer. Well, let's just hope it stays that way.