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This dream was particularly weird especially because I havn't played a pokemon game or collected the cards since I was about 10 (7 years ago). But this dream was quite enjoyable.

I'm in a huge shopping centre. I walk around it and find a section of the shopping centre which is basiclly devoted to pokemon cards. It has a basic layout to an electronics section in a shopping centre but on all the shelves are pokemon cards and not just packs of cards but the single cards. Some guy then tells me that you can play this awseome game if you go to the sections counter, so I do. The lady at the counter is kind of fat and seems like a really nice lady. She tells me about the game where you have 60 seconds to collect up to 80 of any pokemon cards. So I agree to do the challange. Just as I sign my name down on the sheet to go next in line for the challange she says "but I making a rule that you can only collect Japanese cards" I get anoyed with this and try to plead a case but she doesnt care. 3,2,1 the time has started, I run round franticly trying to find Japanese cards. Everycard I see and want however is not a Japanese card and when I think I see a Japanese card I can't properly see if it's Japanese. Its like the sun is in my eyes everytime I reach for a Japanese card I want. The time runs out really fast and I'm really anoyed that I didnt get any cards. I wake up soon after.

This dream was really easy to remeber and later when I thought about it the shopping centre it seemed like a place I wanted to visit again.

So I went to bed a few hours ago and decided to try a little bit of the MILD technique before I went to sleep. Basically I repeated "The next time I dream, I will perform a reality check, and realize I'm dreaming."

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of giant maze with a bunch of random people who were randomly transported there. We were all running like mad back and forth. The maze wasn't one level. It was multi level. There was the main level which was gigantic, like a closed of basketball court, and covered in a padded like substance. At one end of this padded level, about a hundred feet in the air, was this tower looking area with a slit for a door.

Anyways. Suddenly we're all running around like a race had just started. I notice that, as we're running around, some people are wearing all white and some people are wearing red and white clothing. Sort of like the Assassins Creed outfit. At some point in the dream I realize I'm supposed to chase down and try and save the people that are wearing both red and white and to try and be with them because the groups of straight white are chasing us down and capturing us and doing, I'm not sure what. But every time anyone gets caught they start screaming, terrified. I remember thinking: "What kind of God or gods would make us follow one thing and then make us suffer for it?"

At this point I almost become just a pair of eyes with no arms/legs and simply watch as things unfold. I remember this one man running up to a high level and seeing three different options to continue running. It's dark up here and he sees a flash of red and white so he knows to run that way but then he sees flashes of JUST white and knows that he's been cornered. In "my" head or the narrators head I remember narrating his final actions: 'And knowing full well it would be his last desperate moments the man sprinted head on towards what he believed.' And sure enough: my narration was right. He get's tackled and I'm whisked away somewhere else.

I think I'm "me" now in the dream. I'm running up and down more of these padded stairs. I see this woman running screaming and across some sort of opening I see a man wearing white and red face paint, very vividly. I feel like I should follow that person. He feels important. So I start chasing after him and I'm running up stairs to keep up and another guy is with me running, he's on my team. We reach a point where the stairs don't go any further so we turn to run back but take a different way. I yell, "This way is no good!" and sure enough, it isn't. We near a part where it looks like the stairs are OK but in fact, at a different angle, they are all broken except for one. We turn back and run again.

And then I must roll in my sleep or something because suddenly I'm at the bottom again and there are a bunch of boxes, about 8 feet tall, that look like giant pillows set all over the bottom floor. The lights are bright and I feel like a ton of people are there again. At the middle of the room is a guy that looks like Drew Brees, a football player, and he is being interviewed by some guy with a mic. He says: "I'm not going to do anything crazy. If I could: I'd like to hit in an NL ballpark." Or something to that affect. He's talking about some sort of baseball competition he's going to have, with just himself, to show off. I then woke up and my heart was racing and my first thought is: It's kinda funny I had two dream fragments but both of them deal with "teams". Hm... back to bed. It's still only 3:22. Will edit with more dreams.

For some reason I start dreaming and I'm running the "fast break" in basketball and I do a behind the back pass to another kid with curly hair and freckles. He doesn't seen the layup coming and it goes outta bounds. I run over to him after the play ends (and suddenly we're in a cafeteria) and introduce myself. I tell him that I didn't know his name or else I woulda warned him about the pass so he coulda got it. And then suddenly my dream warps into this next one. I'm not going to post much about this fragment as it was super jagged and weird: I was Bart Simpson, or a look a like, and I was running around all over this school wreaking havoc. I would make things blow up or hide things or make mean people get in trouble. And I was constantly getting chased again. My " final moment" in this dream was when I decided to do a suicide mission. I made something blow up and then I tried running away But the explosion caught me as I was running and launched me backwards. And suddenly that dream bled into the next one.

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of sitcom where I would stage situations to make me look like a hero in order to pick up chicks. I pretended to save Emily Mortimers daughters life (she seemed to live in the same apartment complex as me) and later that I day I made myself "happen" to walk by and she invited me in to chat. She had just broken up with her boyfriend/husband (played by a guy I know, Matthew D) and everything was really tense. But anyways we get to making small talk, which I can't remember, and it seems like she's liking me when suddenly her brother (or a close friend of Matthews) comes over and sits down on the couch while she's in the kitchen. I can tell he's pissed I'm there but I act polite and say "Hey, what's up." He says not too much and is mostly polite back. I don't remember what happens next but suddenly he snaps at me. I get mad at him and almost drop an "f bomb" which he starts to grin and say: "Oh yeah? An f bomb? That's not her style at all." And I get even more angry but I hold it in and mutter that he's the kinda guy that sits at the top of the movie theatre so he can look down on everyone. He goes "So I'm some kinda class racist eh?" and starts laughing at me. Emily walks back into the room and says: "I don't need this!" and then next thing I know the brother/Matthews friend is kicked out. And then suddenly we're in a different POV, almost like a sitcom opening, where I'm following three similar looking brothers. One brother is played by the guy from Cloverfield, the main character, and then two guys that look kinda like him. And they're walking up some sorta steps to the top of the apartment building. It's sunny and it looks kinda like California. As they walk up the steps some music is playing and scenes of guys telling girls to "go to roof 7" occurs. Apparently, in this dream sitcom, when you don't want to get with a girl you tell her to go wait at roof 7. And then one of these guys shows up and "sweeps her off her feet" for a one night stand. Anyways. These three guys make it to the top of the apartment building "rooftop 7" and look around. It's all concrete with a few potted trees and benches. There are two groups of people: all guys. The brothers seem super dissappointed and then one brother mentions Emily living in the apartment and how he's going to try and get with her. At this point I realize that I am the main character (the guy from Cloverfield) and for some reason I don't say anything back. My "brother" says "it's gonna be awesome. Gettin' the second girl this week that you been with, haha" implying that they'll enjoy being with him more. And that's pretty much it for that dream. I DO remember that the one brother had one giant tooth instead of regular sized front teeth. Teeth getting messed up seems to be a theme in my dreams.

And my fifth dream in one night: I remember standing around in a parking lot with a buddy of mine, Austin. He had come driving up from somewhere. And anyways in the back of his van was a bunch of music equipment. So he comes flying across the street to where I'm hanging out at and pulls around and parks and pops his trunk. I'm super worried he forgot something we'll need but I keep finding out that he has everything. I remember, from across the street, watching him running holding my amp head with one hand and the thing dangling around like it was going to fall. It was sorta funny. So we start jamming out and I keep all of the equipment underneath the door of his trunk because I'm afraid of rain. And then we invite my friend Chris to come play with us and he shows up, too, from across the street. From there forward it gets pretty hazy. He mentions how his class gave him the day off or something but he's thinking of going back anyways. Somebody makes a joke where the punchline is "I wouldn't even show you my penis online." And that's pretty much it.

So, wow. The MILD technique really does work. No Lucids but 5 completely separate and memorable dreams. I'm going to keep this up.

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

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

But like all good things, it had to end.

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

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

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

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

Again, it was compromised.

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

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

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

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

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

I had this dream a while back, like when Steve Irwin was still alive.
So me and my friend Brittany were going on a roadtrip to Wisconsin Dells. They have this waterpark there called the Kalahari, which is for like little kids but that's not the point. So we checked into the Kalahari, and when we opened the door to our room, it opened into the real live African Kalahari. So we ventured inside, and looked around. We started to walk to nowhere in particular. Along the way we saw lots of different animals like girrafes and snakes, except they were made from paper like origami animals. I went to touch them, but when i did they died. However, their angel spirit floating up to heaven was a real animal. So they were fake when they were living but real when they were dead? Anyways, I cried when they died. In the background Britt was turning into a tree.

All of a sudden we hear a rustling coming from a bush. (Britt is no longer a tree.) We look over at it, and suddenly this crazy guy wearing a comical wolf mask with a huge nose jumps out screaming, "RAAAHRBOOGABOOGABOOGA!!!" We look at him like, what the fuck is wrong with you? He whips off his mask. "AHA!" he says in an Australian accent. Apparently Steve Irwin has found his way into the dream. "I bet I fooled you lassies didn't I? Ha, no, you two youngsters are smart enough to know that the REAL African Wolfhound has a much LARGER snout!" he says as he makes a circular motion around the mask's nose. Britt and I look at eachother like, whats with this clown? Suddenly he's right in our faces, smiling as wide as possible. "Say, how would you two like to join me on a wild Native American horse hunt?" without our consent he throws us each on a spotted white and brown horse, then jumps on his own, and we ride of into the sunset with Steve laughing maniacally.

I can’t remember how I got to this house or this situation. But I was near this house and something bad happened between me and the house people. The house was at least two stories tall, and the hardwood floors were very rickety and the rooms were all very dark. Then on the outside of the house an old man who was rebelling against the house people warned me that the world was going to end, and the people inside were all evil, and they all had to die. The people inside the house seemed omniscient which scared me. The old man who had warned me of the groups evil ways gave me 3 knives, including my black spring blade which I own in real life, a red box cutter which I used to own in real life, and another large black knife, and he also gave me a snubby little revolver, and a double barrel shotgun which was a normal double barrel when he first gave it to me, and then changed to a an over/under double barrel later in the dream. Throughout the dream I was scared for my life, and was sure that the cult was just waiting for the perfect time to have me killed. Occasionally I had moments of spontaneous excitement and inspiration because I knew I was going to die anyway and that I might as well die fighting, and also realized that if I completed my mission I would become a hero. My first assassination attempt of the groups leader was one of the definite peaks of the dream’s intensity. Adrenaline rushing, I snuck into the house, I found the upstairs room where all the members were congregating, and waited outside because of his body guards (by the way, the groups leader looked kind of like my mentor). I finally heard a little girl, probably about 12 go to the bathroom, I snuck in behind her, and when she turned around I pepper sprayed her in the face and then shot her in the back of the head, a chunk of her brain came out and blood sprayed everywhere. I remembered thinking to myself – she’s not really an innocent little girl, she’s hell spawn in disguise. Of course, the members all freaked out. The body guards went in the bathroom to see what happened so I ran through the other door went up to the main guy, and stabbed in the neck with a fork. I definitely broke the skin, but all that happened was water came out and after briefly faking pain, he started smiling. I ran out because everyone was yelling and I thought they’d kill me. Later, I talked to members who were on the fringes of the group but still dedicated and they had heard what I had done to the young girl, and my assassination attempt. They were living in a series of vans and all looked especially deranged and haggard. They tried to guilt trip me and it started working, and they warned me of what I had gotten myself into and hinted I might be in danger. I wanted to get away from the situation so I went to the beach. There was a trail to the beach and I saw the old man on the way down there, and we talked about my assassination attempt, and he told me the world was ending again. I was walking on the beach by myself and the waves kept getting bigger and bigger – the tide was coming in really fast and suddenly I saw this massive wave start forming. It was really tall and kept growing as adrenaline was pulsing. I was afraid it was going to be a tidal wave because the water was rapidly receding on the beach. It came up barely to the dunes but I was scared the next wave might be bigger. For some reason I decided to go the store and get a mango. I went in very stealthily because the Cult Leader’s body guards were there. Luckily there were peaches and mango samples there at the store and I took a lot with me.

That’s all I remember. I had a lot of chores and work to do today, so I scribbled the essentials down in my journal before getting to work and then just got home and transcribed it to computer. I am disappointed because i did not become lucid in it...probably because i was so scared. However, I am confident and proud of what I have remembered and written down.

Well, I had a crazy thing happen last night. I finally lucid dreamed again (!!!) but when I woke up, I had attempted to type it out in a word document...in my sleep!

Here is what I wrote while asleep. I'll write a proper explanation of the dream and update my sig and all that later (I'm at work right now).

"I started out last night determined to lucid dream.I convinced myself that despite my lack of practice, I would have a lucid dream the following night, as well as a new method-ish thing , a theory perhaps, to aid in other lucid dreams. Tpdau. Today, I have both.

I realized last night (to begin with the theory of induction) that if I repeanough, my mind would try to alter t it patteni eveempted to think it out, the patern would fight hard to change, but I would resist this. Fight hard to change, but I would resist this. After a while, I audibly heard muswas on to something..

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Unfortunately, I never got a chance to see if this could be useful for WILD. It sure brought me into the sleep stage pretty quickly, though.

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After that, though, I aiti g: “You cango on ahead, I'm right behind you.”

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“You see this camera?” I asked.

The DC's nodded.

“Well, camera?” I asked.

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N caringt guys, well, I realjust going to have to leave.”

“F el! > Don't you want to be with your nieces? These are your family! Why wetld again. I knew it wasa just a dream.

“Actually, I don't care.” I said before walking out the door.

Unfortunately, I ned up somewhere other than England. Everything around me looked like a quilted pattern. Gravity was irrelevant, since up and won looked the exact same.

And guess what? The DC's were there, too! I got out the camera and filmed/narrated my disbelief.

They crowded around me and begged me to go back home with them, and just because I thought it would make for an entertaining video to watch when I woke up, I agreed to go back with them.

It gets fuzzy from here on, but I remember quite clearly being at a party back at the house. I guess the DC's were throwing it to celebrate me coming back. I wasn't in the mood, though. I sat in a corner with my video camera, watching all the recordings I had made and marveling that everything was actually recorded onto this thing inside the dream. It was seriously playing back to me all the stuff I'd heard and seen without changing anything.

I did a bunch of other stuff after this, but I can't remember it any more. It wasn't the most exciting lucid dream ever since I was focusing on recording it all (epic fail there) but it was a nice long one and I was very lucid; no issues with dream control.

Confidence is key, people! I got this lucid dream simply from believing I would have it. Can't wait for tomorrow night! "

Before going to bed I was watching "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman".

I have now had a dream narrated by Morgan Freeman!

The dream was kind of like being in an IMAX where you are fully immersed in the image.

Unfortunately, I do not remember most of the dream, but the coolest thing I remember about it is this:

Morgan Freeman: "...however, looking at this this star..."
*the camera moves through a kind of zooming animation of space towards the star*
"... it has an Earth like planet orbiting in the habitable zone around it called "Marvin"..."
*The camera is rotating around a small Earth like planet, there is water, greenery visible on continents, and clouds visible in the atmosphere.*

I don't remember very much after this point, but I thought this was interesting.

Hi ppl of Dreamviews im Ray
Listen to this, my experience so far.

I just joined a three days ago and since ive been trying like hell to get lucid. My nose is all red from being constantly pinched and my mini notebook/journal is all scribbled.

The first day it took me like 2 hours to sleep but I managed to remember my dream although i was not lucid.

The second day I couldnt sleep. Took me over 2 and a half hours to sleep and i just couldnt focus. Real pain. The next morning I have NOTHING. TAB..NAK! Absolutly nothing! Im frustrated because i was sure being so tired and checking constantly that i had one and simply didnt remember.
Wich brings me to this morning:

No problem sleeping thats good. I wake up at 5:30 with nothing. Again. Now im really P...ED OFF. I do a reality check like every day, get up to drink juice because im really thirsty then go back to bed. I am just fuming. Plus im sure my last though was NOT my mantra since i stopped at some point. So im trying again for a while and just decide to try and sleep a lil before getting up.

And then: I dream that im in the car with my family. I notice a thing that looks like a square spider web on my right window. I open and close it a couple of times to see wether its inside or outside. Its outside. I look over my head and see a spider. Not a huge one; just a normal, real life spider. Brown, wich i dont like. I sit in the backseat so theres an empty seat next to me at my left. I tell my mom and she says shel take care of it later. So i do what i would do in reality and change seats while constantly keeping my eye on it . Were back home and park on the side of the road on our street. While my family goes home, I stay near the car for my bug. I slip my head in the front window and look at the backseat. The radio is playing my fav band Billy Talent. Diamond on a Landmine. I remember the sound. Then (first thing out of the ordinary) I see the small tv screen in our car on some kind of pole...thing. For a couple seconds i look at it and see it start to jump to the beat. Like boing boing like in a cartoon.

Splitsecond. Im dreaming. First though in my mind. I pinch my nose and breathe right through. Oh. Shit. Then the dream becomes all blurry and pow. Flash of white. I wake up. Or not. I did my homework and i know sometimes it seems like u wake up and u dont. False awakening. Yup. Still dreamin. As soon as i realise that its a false awakening I wake up for real. Now i have something to write in my journal! Those last events happened in a blink of an eye. Literally. But i know it wasnt a "real" lucid. First of all, i had very little control. Second, it was not as real as the real world. At least not after i realised i was dreaming. Third, I woke up almost instantly. Fourth, I didnt feel that excitement, exhilaration ur supposed to feel when u find out. Its like i didnt have the time and i was too pushed around to feel in control.

So yeah any tips? Comments? Id like tips since im just a noob Is there a reason why i woke up like that? Maybe i just wasnt tired anymore and woke up like every morning. My dream ended at 7:30. Also take note that my brother and sister are awake at 7 and they get noisy when i sleep in. Maybe they woke me up? Or just distracted me enough to lose focus?

Ray

I do not quite remember how I became lucid but I was in the kitchen of my house then i saw myself walk up to me with a gun saying you know what will happen soon just go do us a favor handing me the gun I then run out of the sliding glass door right next to the kitchen and took off almost instantly everything went blurry but I could still speak (although i did not say anything) and move so I started rubbing my hands together. I landed in a graveyard on my back (worst position right?) and tried to rub the grass which did feel rather real, but everything quickly became blurry again, I lost my vision and woke up. Felt like about a minute or 2 of dream time was lucid

I'm sitting on my bed, watching Youtube on my computer. It is pitch black outside, and perfectly silent. Judging by the darkness and the quiet atmosphere, it must be like three in the morning. I am the only one awake. The video I am watching is very disturbing. A man is chopping off his own fingers with a steak knife, one by one. He screams so loud it makes my stomach sick. Strangely, there is an English narrator describing the whole event in detail. “And now,” he says, “the man proceeds to chop of his middle finger. Watch closely as the steak knife severs the finger, revealing the inner layers of muscle, and the bone.” Eventually I can’t take it anymore, and I try to turn my computer off. But for some reason, instead of turning off, the volume just gets louder and louder, until my ears hurt. I turn away from the video and cover my ears, but the man’s screaming still manages to get through. I attempt to drown him out by screaming myself, as loud as I can. Everything goes black.

In this next clip, I am not included. However, I can see everything clearly through the lens of a video camera. I can tell I am watching a home video taken by a wife of her husband and son. They are on a yacht, sailing around in a little lake on a sunny day. The husband is sitting in a plastic lawn chair by the edge of the boat, but I can’t see his head. The camera is focused on his leg.
In his hand he holds a large knife. He stretches his leg out on the long chair, and makes a long, deep cut in his leg. Almost instantly his innards spill out of his leg like a bucket of chum being poured out, and it falls into the ocean, leaving a flappy skin-baggy leg behind. The man doesn’t stop there, he continues to mutilate himself. This time, he makes a wide gash across his stomach. Again, his guts and muscles and everything else pour out of him, leaving a skin bag stomach. The little son is crying and screaming in the background. “Daddy, please stop!” he shouts, but the father continues. “Whee, isn’t this fun?” says the mother.

I am sitting on my bed watching television when my brother Erik bursts into my room. He stands there and says something to me that I can’t make out, it sounds like he is very far away. I stand up to get closer to hear what he says, when suddenly the door disappears. He looks back at where the door used to be, a look of surprise on his face. I turn around, and watch as my dresser moves in front of where the door used to be, all on its own. Then, a wooden chair comes from nowhere and floats towards me. It starts attacking me, beating me with itself. I scream and run towards where the door used to be. Erik screams and curls into a ball and lies on the floor.
The chair flings itself at me, but I duck and it smashes a hole in the wall. I run out through the hole into the living room. While I am running, I can feel something burning and cutting at my arms. I look, and twenty lit matches are slashing at my arms, singing my skin, causing burn scars. I fall to the floor and roll around screaming, trying to get the matches away. They keep attacking my arms. Suddenly Erik runs into the living room with a glass of water and starts to throw it on the matches. They are doused in water and fall lifeless to the ground.
I get up and look at my arms, realizing I am on fire. I drop to the floor again and roll around until I’m not on fire any more. But now, as I lie on the floor, a baseball bat starts to thwack me on the head. I try to get up, but I can’t move. It’s as if the matches put a curse on me. I soon pass out from being beaten.

The taste in your mouth is so disgusting that you have dreams about it.

I am seventeen. I can’t see anything except blackness, but when I look down I can see my own body, and a ring of light around my feet. Suddenly, I can feel something growing inside my mouth. It has the squishy feeling of cheek cells, but it has the consistency of mushy gravel. I spit it out, but it keep growing. I keep spitting and spitting, but with every spit it grows faster. I start to puke violently in a futile attempt to get the gravel out. It has filled up my mouth, and now it starts to grow down my throat. I gag on the gravel-mush and keep puking it out, but it’s useless. The gravel starts to grow in my stomach. I can feel my stomach bloat up like a giant balloon full of the mysterious growth. I look down, and my stomach is the size of a watermelon, and it keeps growing. I keep trying to barf the gravel out, when my stomach bursts open. The pink cheek-cell gravel stuff pours out of my stomach like sewage waste. Then everything goes black.

In case you're wondering why I'm able to post these so fast, I've already been keeping track of freaky dreams on microsoft word. So all I have to do is copy paste. Simple right?

I am a child, probably about six again. I am outside in a blizzard making a snowman with my older brother Erik. It is snowing so hard I can’t see anything around me except whiteness. We are laughing and giggling. Just as I plop the carrot on the snowman’s face, I hear a giant bell gong. “That’s daddy!” I say to Erik. We run off into the whiteness, giggling.
Soon we arrive at our house. It is a little ranch style house on the banks of lake Superior. There are no other houses around, it is complete emptiness save the lake, which is so large it looks like an ocean. If you peer across the lake enough, you can make out the little town across from us in Canada. (This is impossible to do in real life.) The snow lets up a bit, and my brother and I stand at the lakes edge and look into the flickering golden lights. Then, the bell rings again. We run to our house and open the front door, which leads directly into a staircase. We climb the stairs, and soon we are on the roof. On top of the roof are hundreds of reindeer, along with our dad, who is herding them. “There you are, kids!” he says. “I need you to check on the nodes in sector 41.” He herds the reindeers using loud “hyah’s”. We salute him in unison and jump down off the roof, which has suddenly become two feet high. We land in a trench, and walk until we are underneath the reindeer. They are standing on top of a metal grate above our heads. I look around until I find what I am looking for: a bunch of electrical wires mixed together in a cow feeding trench against a wall that has just appeared where we came in. We run to the trench and start pulling the wires apart and attatching them to different wires. Our dad calls to us from above our heads. “Hurry up guys, these reindeer need electricity!” We giggle and snap the wires together, which turns on a row of lights on the top of the cow feeder. I high five my brother and we run outside.
We run to the edge of the lake and look out across it. The waves are rough and crashing on the shore. And there is something floating in the distance way over in Canada….I jump in the lake and swim out to see what it is. As I get closer and closer, I can see it is a large mass of red floating across the water. As I look left and right, I can see it stretches out as far as I can see both ways. Suddenly, the red mass is upon me. I scream. It is thousands upon thousands of dead floating penguins in bloody water. I cover my eyes with my hands and bawl as I float along with this bloody mass.
Soon I reach a bridge. The waves are strong like rapids under the bridge. As I float under it crying the penguins splash against the sides of the water. I wash up on shore, and fall asleep on the snowy beach, covered in penguin blood and guts.

Those poor penguins..... I think this one was a fever dream. Pretty sure.

I often have dreams of getting cancer. Unfortunately, this is pretty much the only one I remember well enough to type out.

I am twelve years old, and I am at my house, sitting on the couch, when suddenly, I feel excruciating pain in my left arm. It feels like my skin is being ripped off. I look down at my arm, and what I see makes me physically sick. My arm has turned black and blue, and it looks like it has been boiled. Then, as I watch, a giant blood cell shaped like a concave donut rises up from my veins, bulging under my skin. But it wants to keep growing. It grows larger and larger, and the skin gets vacuumed to the blood cell. It hurts so much I start to scream. Then, more blood cells rise up from the surface like some sort of pox. Little ones, big ones, medium sizes ones, hundreds of them, until my arm is a lumpy mass of blood cells.
I scream and run to my dad, holding my arm in my right hand. I run up to him and show it to him. He looks at it carefully, then says, “Hmm, I guess I’m gonna have to take you to the doctor. But for now, just push them down.” I try to push down on one, but it only slides between my skin and my muscle, ripping my skin off my muscles. I slowly slide it all the way around my arm. It slides under my bone and goes away. I keep doing this until I get to the doctor.
The doctor looks at my arm and says, “hmm, it appears you have skin cancer.” He pulls out a needle the size of a hammer and jams it into my arm. It feels like I’m being stabbed. He injects me with a liquid, and it makes the blood cells disappear. “They will come back until you have chemotherapy, but until then, just shoot it up when they come back.” He hands me the giant needle and walks out. In a matter of seconds the blood cells return. I inject myself but they just grow larger. They grow and grow until my arm bursts and everything goes black.

This is one of the dreams that still makes me sick to my stomach when i think about it. Another one is when I again had skin cancer, which caused my arms to grow wooly mammoth hair and my leg hairs to grow thick, rubbery, and hollow like rubber tubing.