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First time in a long time.... No Jamie dreams at all...
I hope they pick up.

Falling

Me and my brother were floating on some mid air raft above some rooftops. It was slowly deflating and my brother was panicking. I noticed a panel on the raft that pumps air back into it. I yelled to him to push it. But he was too scared. We were nearing a rooftop so I tried to push the raft in it's direction. Me and my brother landed on the rooftop the raft now deflated. I had it in my left hand and was going to pull it to myself but the wind blew it out of my hand. It knocked my brother off balance. The roof was slanted and icy. I began to fall too

Cows?

Just a dream where I was surrounded by miniature baby cows the size of puppies.

Seanchan

The setting was from The Wheel of Time book series or Amazon series. I was on a boat with lots of people. I saw Liandrin staring at me.

I woke up and fell back asleep.

In the dream again. A group of us were captives on the boat. We had collars on us controlled by other people. The controllers were ordering us to use magic in their war. We were brought on deck , rows of us. We were approaching a walled city. With one command we were ordered to shoot magic at the city. It was like a wave of power went through us shooting magic. It felt intense.

The boat started rocking back and forth. Then it was on fire. The boat shattered and we all feel into the sea.

This nightmare happened 2 years ago, but it had such an impact on me that I decided to write about it. It also happened during a really stressful time of my life, which I've noticed is a pattern for my lucid dreams.

There's a few things in this nightmare that almost never happen in my other dreams/nightmares:

• I dream from multiple counsciousnesses/POVs
• I die multiple times
• I feel the pain that is induced
• I see what happens after death
• I possibly experienced Astral Travel and went to the Astral Plane
• I am aware of my past lives and how they died

The nightmare:
It is night. I think 9 - 11 pm. It starts with me being in the consciousness of a woman. I somehow know what I'm doing, what I am supposed to do, what my purpose is and who is my team. I know that I am in a secret group that is revolting against the government, which is supposed to be evil and corrupted. With a group of people, I am sent on a mission to enter a government building (which is highly secured by the authorities). As images of it flash through my mind, I know that we are highly equipped for this occasion. I'm also aware that we are dressed in a very late 90's/early 2000s dystopian sci-fi/tech style, and I think that's when i start becoming slightly lucid, because I remember thinking "Oh, we look like that movie from the real world, The Matrix", and feeling weird after thinking that. Like something isn't right. But I brush the feeling off since I have something very important to focus on.
Me amongst my teammates enter the building, each one of us going through a different entrance (it flashes through my mind again). We are looking for something, I think it was some documents or something to do with classified information. At one point, I see government agents entering the room I am in, running towards me. I run away, while alerting my teammates trough a mic I had. Now, we are all trying to escape the security, in order not to get killed. I enter an elevator and go to a different floor, thinking I'm safe. I get caught off guard when I exit the elevator, seeing a toddler-sized worm creature in front of me. It was staring at me (even though it had no eyes), drooling. It had a round mouth full of sharp teeth. I was frozen from fear. It jumps on me, and starts eating my abdomen, and biting and pulling out my intestines. It was very bloody and gory, and I completely felt all the pain that it caused me. It was pure agony, a type of pain I've never experienced before, and I just wanted it to end.
After the creature kept going for a short while, suddenly, everything stopped. My consciousness is now in the body of a different teammate (a man this time),and that's when I become lucid.

I realize that my consciousness transferred to another body because the woman I was before had died (due to the worm creature eating and ripping her intestines apart).
I am now highly stressed, knowing my teammate had died, and alert my teammates while finding a plan to run away. I am aware that the security is coming towards me, as I know where they are (having visions from my former body). This time, I don't take the elevator, going instead down some stairs. I enter a room where I meet my teammates. I tell them that our other teammate had died, and that we have to leave now. But I get caught off guard by the security entering the room. They run towards us. While a few of my teammates get to run away, they manage to catch the rest of us, including me. They stab me through my abdomen with a sawback machette. It is again very bloody and gory, very realistic, and I feel all the horrible pain as I watch, in pure shock, all the blood oozing out of my wound. This time, I can feel myself quickly dying, and as my vision fades, my only thought is "Damn it, I failed again. I can't fail the next time." (so I somehow knew that my consciousness would transfer to another body?).
Now, my consciousness is transferred to (again) another man, which is the supposed boss of the team. I am very panicked, being on the run. I am afraid that I won't be able to protect the rest of my teammates. And my fears came true. We had entered the elevator, going to the last floor, as we had planned to escape through the rooftop. When we exit the elevator, we get cornered by the security and their boss. I watch in horror as they kill all of my teammates, keeping me for their last kill (again, very gory, very realistic and bloody). I now realize that I am hopeless, and I have failed: all of my teammates are dead, our mission had failed, I was about to get killed, and there would be none of us left. The security boss and his agents are very calm, yet clear about their intentions. As I am cornered, I am forced to sit down on a bench behind me. The boss explains to me that he's going to kill me, and my consciousness would be transferred to an unknown person in the future. I am somehow slightly calm and accepting of my fate, only being worried about who I'll be in the future.
The boss gives me 2 options to die: I can cooperate and let him "peacefully" kill me, or fight back (but it would be way harder and more painful). I choose the "peaceful" option, as I do not wish to struggle anymore.
The boss puts a special glove on. It is very thick, made of copper and gold. At the fingertips are small little glowing dots. He slowly passes his hand through my knee (as if my knee was some sort of projection or transparent?), and while his hand passes trough my knee, I feel this indescribable pain, worse than any of the ones I've felt before. It's stabbing, and I can feel it in my skin, flesh and bones.
My vision slowly fades to this blue, bright galaxy.

I'm still lucid. In the dream, I somehow knew that I was in the Astral Plane. At this point, I know I died again, and I have no other body to go into, so I must travel to the future. I travel at the speed of light towards some place, so fast that my vision starts fading to white.

I then slowly open my eyes. AGain, I am still lucid. It is night again, and I am in some dystopian, riverside cyber city. I get a vision of me walking down the street. I am a young teenage girl, and next to me is my pet: a robot dog. I am thinking about all of my past lives and what happened to them, not forgetting my mission. I still have the same mission, but this time I'm completely alone: there's only me and my cyberdog. We are heading to some big corporate building, where I know some government member is having dinner. We enter the building, and head to the restaurant. I spot the person I'm looking for, indeed eating at a table, talking to some other elite. They seem to be having a serious conversation. I sit at a table close to theirs, and order some food.
As I wait for my food, I eavesdrop on their conversation: they're talking about a plan to stal all of the private information of citizens and implant spyware in their devices. Then they notice that I seem suspicious, since we were the only people in the whole restaurant, and I chose to sit so close to them. Hearing their remark, I go to the bathroom to prevent drawing more attention (but I later find out that I did quite the opposite). I look in the mirror, looking at my face, and the cold neon lighting. As I looked in my eyes, I was thinking to myself how weird and interesting this dream this is, and hoped that I'd dream of it again, so I could come back to this universe and continue my mission (so I was aware that the dream was gonna end, and I was aware that I had the power to end it).
I am suddenly aware that the elites called the cops, and I had to leave. I wasn't in a hurry, as I knew they weren't even there yet, but still didn't waste my time, as I didn't want to risk dying again.
I run out of the building, my cyberdog following me. We get out, and I suddenly have some weird type of electric roller skates (like in JSRF I think?). We climb on one of those utility poles, and skate away on the power line.

I remember feeling the wind on my skin, having this extreme sense of freedom I haven't experienced much times in my life, and enjoying the moment. I think I was in a pure trance, in ecstasy. And I decided that's how I wanted my nightmare/dream to end. And I ended it. I don't know how. I just ended it, and then I woke up.


Waking up and impact of the nightmare:
When I woke up, I could still feel the pain in my abdomen, intestines and knee (from being eaten alive, being stabbed, and then whatever that last death was). It was, again, this horrible pain I had never experienced before, just like in my nightmare. I was lucky that some ibuprofen got rid of the pain. I was also in deep shock, and the whole day, all I could think about was this nightmare.
This nightmare had left me in shock for a few days. Also, this happened during a time of my life where I was going through a lot of stress; I was severely depressed, in constant stress and anxiety, with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, drank at least 2 monsters a day, and slept only max. 2 hrs a day (I would sometimes sleep only 40 mins, or none at all; I had to wake up at 5 am and take 8 hrs of classes every day).

During this time, I would almost never have dreams; but on the rare occasion I did have them, they were always gory, bloody, shocking nightmares. I think I was going insane: my mental and physical health was deteriorating, and my nightmares were a manifestation of my mental state.
This nightmare and another (which I'll write about later), were the ones to change me and make me get my life together. I think I was kinda traumatized by them lol, because I decided I NEVER wanted to experience something like them again. Ever since, I slowly fixed my sleeping schedule. I now get 8 - 10 hrs of sleep daily, and have been for a while.
Ever since, I haven't had a nightmare like that again, and I'm happy to say so.

But I still have questions: why did I feel the pain so well? Why did I still feel the pain after I woke up? Did I travel to the Astral Plane? Was it Astral Projection? Is it possible to return to that universe if I wanted to?
I don't know...

Just a couple dreams. Been working long days.

Jamie

I was at a supper table with Jamie and some older woman. Her mother. Jamie was quiet but seemed to be looking at everything I was doing and she was smiling every time I said something.

I was getting up a few times to get something from the cupboard? I had a small half dried piece of drywall mud. It sounded like it was chiming or ringing. I said I thought the sound was like hearing partials when tuning unisons on a piano. I was asked to explain what partials were. A partial is a harmonic that a note hits. There's an octave partial, a fifth, second octave and so on. Why tuning pianos is so hard is that good tuners tune unison s to hit at least 4 partials. If the 2 strings sound pure but the partials are wavering, it's not pure. I was explaining this when the dream ended.

Scary house

I was driving with Scott and Yves. The guys who ripped me of when working for them last month. We were heading from Canmore. There was a turn off with a big snow drift. They took the exit. I was panicking that we were going to slide off the road. But we didn't. We seemed to be following a blind couple in a station wagon.

The road wound up a mountain. We came to a big house. The guys said it was abandoned and that we were going to spend the night there. The blind couple was there along with other people who kept coming and going.

I was alone in a room. I kept finding pictures of normal looking people. But after a few seconds a demon face would appear in the picture and a creepy voice would speak. This happened a few times.

I'm glad the Jamie dreams are consistent.

The dream began in a European capital city, it was in the middle of the night.
I was hanging out with James and Vagabond and we were just walking around the city, talking to eachother.
The city encompassed us with tall buildings. At the time, we were walking on a road that was going in between two very tall buildings, and as we got to the end of the building and turned the corner, the scenery completely changed.
Following the road beyond the buildings lead us to a huge frozen lake, surrounded by a mountain range; the scenery was very Norwegian.
We walked on the ice until we got to the edge between the ice and water. For some reason, the three of us decided to jump in. On top of that I decided to put my phone on a small sheet of ice to prevent it from getting wet, but as we started swimming, the waves went on the sheet of ice and covered my phone in water. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out of the water, I think it still worked.

Later on we went to a houseparty. We were sitting around a circular table, that was halfway in a sort of cubby. The sitting area in the cubby is a sort of bench with cushions, while the rest of the table is surrounded by chairs. I was sitting on the cushions with a guy next to me sniffing what I believed to be cocaine.
He was very outgoing and social, and he offered me some but I refused. He insisted and put a teent on the the tip of a knife up to my nose, but I blew air out of my nose to make sure I didn't ingest any of the cocaine. It was quite awkward and people were staring, but I was steadfast in my decision and wasn't embarrased about it.
I then went to another room and found a talking cat, laying on a couch. The cat was black with a white underbelly, with big and unrealistic eyes, like it was a cartoon cat. It was extremely cute.
I quickly realised the cat was a physical manifestation of my subconcious mind, and I was very excited to talk to the cat.
**I was aware that the subconcious mind stores a bunch of information that your concious mind can't necessarily access. I believed that the concious and subconcious minds are like two different minds that could indepedently think. I perceived the cat as a sort of spokesperson for my subconcious mind, so I really wanted to talk to it.**
I asked the cat if it had a conciousness outside of "my conciousness" and it replied with "Yes".
As I spoke to the cat, I would frequently hug it as it was very precious to me. I was very affectionate. It didn't mind me hugging it at all, but it didn't play into it either. It just remained sort of serious.
I also asked why it was hiding information from my concious mind. **Ironically I don't remember the answer**
On top of that I would ask very casual questions like how it was doing, if it was happy, how it perceived the world. I don't remember any particularly negative responses from it but I don't remember any concrete answers either.
The cat was relaxed and seemed generally happy, but I could tell it took it's job as "my subconcious" very serious.

After I finished talking to the cat, I was completely alone. Everyone was gone, including the cat.
The lights inside the house were also turned off, the atmosphere was very ominous. For some reason I knew the house had become haunted.
I was a bit scared but not much.
I walked into the kitchen and continued walking around randomly.
Then I woke up.


**Ok so I'm not a psychologist or dream expert, so I can't be sure of this. But you know how dreaming is a way to connect with your subconcious mind?
Maybe my subconcious mind decided it would allow me to directly talk to it in the dream through the cat. Or maybe it's just something my mind made up and I didn't actually talk to my subconcious mind.
I'm not sure, but it would be cool if it was the former rather than the latter.**

Please comment your thoughts!

This dream took place in my childhood home. People from the government were in my living room and I had some trash I needed to discard. In an attempt to toss it in the trash, I accidentally threw it at one of the government workers, a shorter blonde woman. Immediately, she turned around and said she was going to kill me. I asked her if it was because I was trans and if she really thought I was evil and she said yes to both. Cut to me in a black van with her and another blonde-haired stockier white woman. I saw them driving towards a lake and that's approximately when I realized they were trying to drown me by driving in there. They got out of the car and swam up to the surface, failing to lock the car doors so that I could drown properly. In attempting to leave the lake, I was grabbed by the arm.

In another part of the dream I was being treated without humanity. Several people entered my room, escorted by one of the government agents, with the intent to rent it out. This I believe is inspired by the fact that at one point when I was still living in Sacramento, A family was invited by the landlord into our house while we were still living there with the interest in purchasing it. Most of the people called me He and treated me as an animal that was simply inhabiting the room they intended on living in. I tried hiding my face with my phone so as to perhaps avoid being clocked as trans, but I suppose by then the mass dehumanization of trans people had already happened. My first thought was "what the fuck? How am I gonna make music and art or have privacy? This is deliberate psychological torture". Most of the potential renters left and the person who remained was a white dude with pink hair and a scraggly, brown beard. He still treated me like a subhuman creature, but he gave me attention and a degree of dignity despite still misgendering me and let me snuggle up to him while he was in a chair. I begged him to not let them know too much about me as by this point I had already confided in him far too much. He said he could try but he seemed incredibly hesitant, perhaps a queer person trying in vain to appeal to the regime. I became desperate and tried putting my arms around him and right as I was about to close in, my eyes opened and I immediately woke up at 5:30am to my empty room in the bay area that I reside in now.

While this dream is an encapsulated snapshot of my current issues, such as my anxiety about trans genocide and fascism, my attachment and trust issues, and my trauma surrounding being poor and abused by capitalism, it was also, in retrospect, kinda fucking hilarious in a lot of other ways. Like dude at least lock the car like what the fuck. Who taught you how to kill trannies?

All in all, reflecting on this dream makes me feel more hopeful about the future and reminds me of the fact that while I definitely know we're gonna suffer, the american empire will absolutely collapse in my lifetime, even if they get me in a year. An empire collapses every 250 years.

I had around 3-4 false awakenings in which me and my dad were sleeping in different rooms. I was going around and searching for demons (who looked humanoid, ape hair, goat-like faces, most people wouldn't think they look goat-like but my mind is what made this so I know they were baphomet-inspired) who easily died, after looking afraid, from me just aggressively running towards them, even though it was playful and I simply wasn't in an aggressive mood or maybe even not trying to intentionally hurt or shoo away those demons. They didn't quite "die" they just disappeared. I think I achieved layers of reality where dreamers shouldn't go, and the demons were afraid of what I could do there.

I attain full ludicity then.

I'm in a room with a picture of the streamer florencio on the wall, he's looking straight at the camera and smiling with his pyramid hat on. I fly out. I realize that going on roads to attain things isn't how lucid dreaming works, so I wisely stop and wait.

There's a dangerous looking man coming and a woman with incredibly pretty light orangeish hair walking with him, I spawn a gun instantly in my hand out of thin air, insane dream control abilities, as he's walking by I'm about to take a shot, as I'm waking up I see a mental image of him taking the shot in the chest (presumably, It's possible this is a fake memory) but at that point the dream's over.

I was shopping at a beach town somewhere sunny, clothes shopping, next thing I know I saw a giant tidal wave heading for the shore and people started running uphill and hiding..I ran with them heading for safety, but woke up.

Not very much else happened after that.. just one dream from last night.

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So I had this bad dream last night. There were five people in the dream. Me, Dad and my sister were visiting someone(5th). (There was a 4th person who was not Mom but was also a visiting person and they're in the car as well). I was going to get back int the car. I was going to get into a different seat but for some reason I couldn't so I closed that door, and I opened up another car door. But before I could get into the car Dad is driving off.--so I'm like holding on for dear life yelling at Dad and sister to "STOP THE CAR I"M NOT IN THE CAR YET" and the two in the front (Dad/Sis) are telling me to *shut up" and "put my seatbelt on" not realizing I am NOT in the car to even be able to put a seatbelt on. I think Dad says that "If I don't stop Complaing I can walk home or find my own way home"

I think we're like driving for 20-30mins in the dream with that "conversation" happening over and over again until I had to wake up because the bathroom was calling me.

Me and someone else were on a ship of some sort, or at least that's what it seemed like. Outside of the windows, it was pitch black nothingness and inside it was a postmodern apartment. Me and this other person were on a date and he seemed really hesitant and flat out denied an opportunity to meet his dad, an older Jewish/Italian man who was quite eccentric. He'd laugh to himself about something and then refuse to tell us what was so funny, but eventually I started to notice things disappearing, such as a lot of the apartment save for a bedroom and a narrow corner hallway that leads out of it, and I got really terrified. Eventually it got urgent for me and I asked him once more as my date looked at us from across the room. His father said "fine! You wanna know what's so funny? Here's what's so funny," grabbed my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said "love is a bug!!!" And despite his apparent madness I could tell he was more right than anyone could possibly be. All I could do was laugh hysterically as my date said "he's being deleted right now. Don't take him too seriously". I watched him laugh to himself and melt and after a while so did me and my date. The last thing I saw was the ceiling as I imagined a meme of this scenario. The last thing I felt was my date's ooze against mine, and once I closed my eyes I felt my body dematerialize into the void it came from.

Two nights in a row and not much on Jamie. I had some interesting happenings with her head voice. One night she asked why I ran away in the parking lot. I remembered and I split on it for a few minutes. The answer I gave was 1. She stood me up. 2. She said something really mean. After I calmed down I heard The Jesus voice said it was time for us to leave the past in the past.

Had some HH of some one playing the piano. It was the first part of Rachmaninov's 3rd piano Concerto, Ossia Cadenza https://youtu.be/Bhj7hunyVjw?si=ak4Yh0PkYGJ0EAXR

Had something like HH flashes but not dream like at all. First was me and Jamie making love, her on top. Second was I was in a room. Night time and no lights except for the glow of a TV. Jamie was on the other end of the couch, staring at me like a zombie. Her eyes glowed from the TV reflection. Che opened her mouth wide with a blank stare and bugs began crawling out of her mouth...

The Jamie voice asked what that was. We talked and apparently she saw the same thing... But it was me all zombied out.

Jamie

Just a flash of me driving a beat up brown, minivan. Jamie got inside and she looked really happy to see me all smiling. Good.

House

I was wandering through a very large house with tons of people living inside it. In some sections the people were dangerous. The house was so big it was like a small city...

I rode my bike to this hotel that was nearby to sit and do homework. The hotel was located near a beach. The hotel building itself wasn't too eye-catching but the surroundings expressed a sense of Nordic summer beauty. Behind the hotel was a forest with flourishing wild nature, and in front of the hotel was a large area filled with chairs and grey parasols. The weather was warm but not too hot, as it was kept in balance by the occasional chilly wind. The sun was shining with no clouds in the sky and the atmosphere was generally very comfortable. The hotel was very lively, with people walking around and some just relaxing in the chairs or at the beach.

Most days I would go to the hotel to do homework and go back home to my student accommodation at the end of the day. But today I was at the hotel with the rest of my family to participate in some weird beach activity where we would ride dolphins. It almost ended with some of us getting eaten by sharks though.

Later that same day, a little girl was sitting under a parasol with her grandma and they offered me a sandwich that was wrapped in white wrapping paper. I accepted it but didn't eat it immediately, and eventually forgot about it.
I went back to my student accommodation and arrived at the hotel the next day. The atmosphere felt very ominous. The sky was light grey, it was slightly chilly and only a few people were at the hotel, besides that there were a bunch of policemen and an ambulance with medics standing around someone. I walked closer to see what was going on. I saw the drowned and semi-rotten corpses of the grandma and little girl who had given me that sandwich the other day. Their skin had a slight green tint to them, like they were moulding from the inside. Their skin was also torn with some visible flesh. It would be fairly unpleasant to see, but it didn't bother me much and I just went home with my family who were still there for some reason. Everything hotel-related took place outside, I never entered the hotel.

So we got home and I went to the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I turned forward to see the little girl's and grandma's rotten corpses sitting while laying over the kitchen table. My heart sank, I felt intensely sick and scared. I tried calling for my parents but the words couldn't leave my mouth. I was stuttering too much and couldn't raise my voice at all. I then noticed the sandwich they gave me lying on the table. I slowly walked over to the table and slightly touched it.
As soon as I touched it, the corpses start impulsively shaking, like they were getting electrocuted. The sudden movement shocked me. As they continued shaking I saw the grandmas eyes start to move, and she locks eyes with me. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. I was terrified and ran to the living room.

When I got to the living room I saw my mom standing there, she was slightly leaning forward while holding her face with her palms, groaning. I noticed she was rapidly rotting and drying up, I also saw my sister in another room experiencing the same thing. I quickly ran to my little brothers room to see a completely shrivelled up and rotten corpse. He was dead. My whole family was dead. I then for some reason knew the grandma was gonna come to kill me. The fear of getting hunted down mixed with the overwhelming grief I felt in my heart was so unbearable that i quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed myself in the stomach to end the suffering.
Then I woke up.

Please comment your thoughts!

So I had this dream where me and my sister would try to kill eachother every single day. We would try to do sneak attacks and such, kinda like assassins. We would use knives, pencils, screwdrivers, or whatever we could find to kill the other person.
It always ended with one of us dying and waking up the next morning like nothing had happened. It was kinda like groundhog day, but instead of repeating the same day we just woke up the next morning.
As days passed I mostly won the exhanges because I was physically stronger, even if it was always close. I previously remember getting shot and instantly killed in the past, which I thought was a lucky and painless way to die.

My sister was a total psychopath. She was sardistic and maniacal, and she became more insane as she continued to get killed in intensely painful ways every single day. She reminded me a lot like "Azula" from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". I didn't really want to kill her, but I had to as a form of self defence. One day she was laying on top of me as she tried stabbing my eyes out with a pencil, but I ended up getting the upper hand and slowly pushed the pencil through her eye and into her brain, killing her in a slow and agonizing way. I can still clearly remember the hideous and awful screams from the different times she got killed.
I was completely willing to stop fighting with her, but she was far past the point of no return. I could tell she desperately wanted to hurt me and was willing to continue trying to murder me.
We also both had these top assassin friends who understood what was going on. I tried telling our parents what was happening but for some reason they never really understood properly.

It might sound cool but it was absolutely horrifying. I was terrified of getting killed because of the pain, and what scared me the most was the knowledge that one day she would overpower me, and when she did she would most likely torture the shit out of me.

**Authers note: I got all my dreams written down in a very vague note-form that I write as soon as I wake up. Usually as I read the notes and write the dream out formally, I remember a bunch of small details that I add. But this dream is from over 2 years ago and I wrote it out formally today so I might have forgotten some parts of the dream. I think this is my oldest interesting dream and I would love to hear peoples thoughts on it**

Please comment your thoughts!

I had this dream where I was attending an infinitely huge convention that was split up into different sections, and there was a section for literally everything: cars, arts, videogames, and even super specific stuff. Each section had it's own space, which was essentially just a huge room, connected by hallways. There were also a lot of outdoor areas with different paths and different type of nature, both wild and groomed, filled with flourishing fountains and beautiful springs. Some paths even went alongside the hallways, which had glass windows. The inside of the convention rooms were not as elegant, they mainly just looked like massive storage rooms if you look past the convention stuff.

So I had been at the convention for a while, and as I randomly encountered friends and people I knew, I hung out with them. At the current moment I was with my mom and I met my friend Barry whom i decided to go with. We were just walking around, talking and looking at random stuff.
Apparently if you think of a person and write "goto *name*" on something, you teleport to them. So I said to Barry "I'm gonna teleport to Tyler" who is another friend of ours. I wrote down his name and I teleported to Tyler who was in the CP section, filled with different booths, huge posters and naked kids. Tyler was standing around a bunch of naked 9 year olds, and as he saw me he said "wassup bob".

My heart sank. The urge of wanting to leave hit me like a truck as I looked for something to write on to teleport back to Barry. I was panicking.
Even though Tyler and a bunch of other people were there, i completely forgot about them because their existence didn't matter to me at that point. I just knew that "I" didn't belong there and knew the area was strictly off-limits for me.
A worker saw me and started talking to me like i was mentally impaired; he was speaking calmly with a fake smile as he slowly approached me. I knew he thought i was mentally insane because only a crazy/retarded person would go to the CP section of the convention.
I saw that he was holding a huge syringe that he tried to hide behind his back and i realised he wanted to subdue me; either to arrest me or put me in a psych ward or something.
I suddenly found something to write on. I attempted to write "goto Barry", but i kept misspelling it as i was still in a very panicky state. He kept approaching as the situation intensified more and more. He eventually got close enough and suddenly striked, injecting the syringe into me which caused me to slowly pass out.
**Authors note: I won't sugarcoat it, Tyler is a pedophile.**

Please comment your thoughts!

Voice was hounding me to post more dreams. (Every 3 day or 4 days seems like a consistent way to post.)

Don't remember much.

Jamie 1

I was beside a woman in bed. It was Jamie, but she looked asian (like filipina or malaysian or something). I put my hand on her boob. I was like "Wow, it fits in the palm of my hand." She smile at that and put her hand over mine. The dream fades (This dream coincides with some sweet talk we were having at night.)

Fortnite again

Just a flash of getting shot at and walling off. Not sure if Jamie was in this or not.

Last night:

A jamie dream I forgot but I had this vivid one:

Jamie 2

Me and Jamie were walking in a small apartment building. We came from a larger area and entered a stairwell. Jamie looked up the stairwell and looked frightened and she went back through the door. I took a splie second to see where she was looking but nothing was there. I quickly turned to follow her but when I opened the door, it was nothing but concrete. I was becoming lucid when I woke up.

Wow when Jamie doesn't want to be found in dreams....