nightmare

I was swimming at my beach front house….I was playing Frisbee with wolf until he got tired and then gave him his usual snacks…as I went for my morning swim for my exercise…I made it all the way to the bowie when I saw this huge shark in the water…I climbed up on the bowie and started to shut ‘shark-shark’…my neighbors started to gather and was watching and pointing…the two teenage boys/brothers started video tapping everything…just then wolf started swimming towards me…I started yelling for him to go back as I was so fearful the shark would eat him…I thought about jumping in the ocean and use the life raft board I had and jam it in its mouth while I tried to escape…just then the shark hit the bowie so hard knocking me into the ocean I was unconscious…but just then these three dolphins showed up…I didn't’t know there was three of them at first…the first two was doing flips in the air just as happy as can be…my neighbors started pointing to the dolphins…

Just then the two dolphins started attacking the shark…and the shark started to swim away…meanwhile the other dolphin dived deep into the ocean directly underneath me and he carried me on his back…bought me up to the surface…I was still unconscious…at this time wolf caught up to us and he used his teeth to pull the other side of me…there was this strange light directly behind me.

When I got to the beach one of my neighbors picked me up and laid me on the sand where he started to give me cpr…wolf shook all the water off himself and then ran over to me and started to lick me on the face…I woke up and started calling out wolf’s name.

About two days later the two teenage boys stopped by to show me their footage they took…I played it on my big screen…they did some sort of enhancement on the image they saw and it turned out to be this Angel that was carrying me as well…the boys put it on youtube…one day I was coming out of my kitchen when the news was talking about me and what happened…they said the video went vireo and so many people was calling in saying that due to them watching the video they were instantly healed of their various illnesses…they showed this one grandmother…and she was talking about how she felt this heat go through her body and then she was healed…another man claimed he was blind and now able to see…everywhere I went people was coming up to me telling me how them and their love ones were healed….I was driving with wolf in the car and this one car started blowing their horn…this guy pulled up side of me and was shouting I healed his mother…

They also showed these scientist and marine biologists that was saying in all the years they’ve lived there they have never seen a shark or dolphins in that area…they don’t live in that type of an ocean…they were very puzzled as where the animals came from…they said the dolphins had to have traveled some 3,000 miles….I received a letter the city was throwing a parade in wolf’s honor…I took wolf to his groomer this gay, black guy and told him to give him a very special hair cut I told him I wanted him to look like a ‘wolf’…at the parade the dog company pedigree representatives showed up and they heard me talking on one of the interviews saying how much wolf eat’s and how costly he can be…so they offered to pay for all of wolf’s food and treats for one full year…when I went to pay for his haircut the guy told me wolf could have his hair cut at any time…he was offering to cut his hair for one full year as well…I couldn’t believe it…

The news were now covering the video now got 7 billion hits…my Indian family from Arizona called me as they were hearing of the news as well….they were very concerned about all the media attention surrounding wolf because wolf was a real wolf and not a dog…I told them not to worry everything was going to be okay…

My recall is getting a bit better again! Managed to remember three in some good detail this time.

#1 - This Party's Gonna Blow

There was some kind of pool party going on at my house, so I was out back swimming and just talking to people for a while. Some people were talking about how they had placed explosives on the water tower in the middle of the pool (yes, like a legitimate full-sizes water tower ) just so they could watch it blow up, but I was more interested in the jungle-like foliage around our pool and the couple of pterodactyls flying around the tower. Not TOO interested though, you know, it was just more interesting than the explosives thing. Anyway, I get up and sit on the side of the pool with my legs hanging into the water still, and then the explosives go off and they cause way too powerful of a blast, everyone is blown back and my legs are burned to the point of losing all feeling. >_< Stupid partiers! Flash forward through time a bit, I'm walking around a large, empty department store thinking about how there's going to be a new season of Yu-Gi-Oh! starting where Yugi is a crossdresser. ... My legs are still damaged but they're as healed as they're going to get. The department store at some point turns into my house and I decide to go to my parents bedroom and find an enormous sack of weed on the ground. I pull out a good amount to give to my friend N, who I think to myself is "still living in the past, and hasn't moved on to better things" (which I also think I've done by having my legs burned ). As I'm leaving I hear my parents arguing about the big sack of weed, and then it transitions into a third-person view of Marshall from How I Met Your Mother (again) buying something for Lily, but I don't really remember what that was.

#2 - A Very Odd Adventure

I'm with some friends, O and J, and we're at what I think I perceived as our junior high school, but it was really more of a two-story theme park that also had some shopping mall-type themes going on. But, there was the occasional classroom. Some gangsters tell the three of us that they're going to kill us by a certain time if we don't go find their gloves that are hidden throughout the school. I don't really remember that part of the dream very much (but I do remember that it was intense!), I just remember having found them and then thinking it was awkward when we ran into an old teacher of ours in her classroom, so we went to where the gangsters were but we couldn't find them, so we jumped down an opening from the second floor to the first and landed in the food court. We just stood around and talked to people for a minute until they showed up looking for us, and we gave them their gloves but they said they were going to kill us anyway! So we all ran, and we got away pretty easily. We each got separated but knew that we'd all be heading to the parking lot, so I had to hitch a ride there. I got a ride in a truck from two guys who seemed to think that the school/theme park/mall was a prison for some reason. I had put my stuff (which I'm pretty sure I didn't have before) in the back of their truck, and then when they dropped me off they immediately drove away with it still there! D: Aw....

I ran into O and a couple other friends of ours who were just confused as to why we were so frazzled, and I told O I was getting the hell out of here but I needed to find my car first. He pointed it out to me, I said thanks, and I ran over there. J shows up and gets in my car too and asks for a ride home, and I tell him alright but that's it, I can't hang out or anything for a while first because I've got stuff to do. As we're driving off there are some guys I've known since elementary school yelling at J for something, but I can't really remember what. On the drive home we get sidetracked on some kind of trail in a distinctly jungle-like area, and then we run out of gas. I pull us off the trail and we try to flag down a couple of cars that go by, but no one stops for us. >:T We end up having to try to make it on foot, but the area we're in has random monster battles. We end up next to a giant ocean with two huge purple sea dragons coming out of it. I end up grabbing one by the tail and beating the other to death with it, after which I try to brag to J about my dragon-killing skills. He takes the still-living one from me, pulls out a sharp knife, and slits its underbelly and throat three times and it dies. He says he can kill them much quicker than I can, but I said "Yeah, but I still beat my dragon to death with another dragon, which is much cooler." After we get warped back to the main map from the random battle, we run off because we can see that there's a giant crab monster just behind us that we don't want to get into a battle with.

The next challenge in our adventure comes in the form of an imaginary internet meme, and was definitely the most bizarre part of the dream. The meme itself was a video.... There was a little kid, couldn't have been older than ten or maybe eleven, but also a little tall for that age, who at first I thought was a little girl but then I wasn't totally sure, it looks like it might've been a little boy in a wig, or just a very androgynous-looking kid, or something, I don't know. But anyway, it was this little blonde kid with curled hair and everything, wearing ballet tights and an assortment of sparkly one-piece suits, like first it was just black and sparkly, and then there was one designed based on the American flag, and so on. The kid was repeating a phrase that he/she clearly hadn't actually said, but that someone had made by getting instances of them saying each individual word and piecing it together, and possibly adding a little synth sound. The phrase was "People like my pictures, people like my pictures. And they think I'm gay." The end almost sounded like a question, but not exactly. But they weren't just saying this. During it, in all these different outfits, they would be appearing in different areas around whatever city they were in and going up right behind people and doing very explicit humping, grinding, and erotic dance movements. Now, the challenge was that you had a clicker that you had to keep clicking through the whole thing to prove that you were still watching the video. The idea was that it would be so funny that you would become incapacitated from laughing and unable to continue clicking the button. J was doing the challenge and laughing his head off, I honestly didn't think he was going to make it. I woke up during this part.

#3 - I Should've Eaten The Chocolates ;-;

I'm in school, staying after hours to watch a new episode of American Dad! on the overhead moniter with my dad and a kid who had apparently threatened to kill me at some point before, maybe one of the gangsters? :O And this was the one year anniversary, and I was drinking a beer, so I raised it "To another year of life!" He just looked at me weird lol. For some reason I had four or five different boxes of Valentine's Day chocolates on my desk, which the entire time I kept thinking to myself "No, I should really save these for later...." Why didn't I eat those chocolates!? >.< The rest of the dream was just spent watching the episode, and all I remember about it is that there was a pool race and a reference to Goliath National Bank, from How I Met Your Mother, which my dad called ahead of time. I also had to pee for most of it but never did, and then I had to when I actually woke up.

#1

Very vague on this one, all I really remember is being in my pool with two random guys and listening to dubstep that was blasting really loud seemingly from nowhere. At one point they asked me if I knew any other good club music to which I just laughed and told them I hadn't even gotten started yet. Then I woke up.

#2

I was in the gym of my high school I think, playing soccer for a PE class with mostly other kids from my school but also my cousin who's four years younger than I am. I was barely paying attention to what was going on though, like usual when playing sports in class. At some point the ball came toward me and everyone started shouting at me so I was like alright, alright! and kicked it and it went WAY up the side of the gym wall, then curved around somehow and shot right toward the goal. Everyone started cheering, and then Sinoblak showed up to tell me congrats! After that I went and ate lunch with some people from my high school in the cafeteria, which was relatively normal lol.

#3

This one's just a snippet, and in third-person perspective. Marshall from How I Met Your Mother, aka Jason Segel, shows up to a party dressed as Britney Spears, with a wig and everything, and wearing blackface makeup, then gets embarrassed when he walks in and everyone gives him really strange looks. I can't make this stuff up.

#4

A girl comes over to my house and tells me that she's going to do electrolysis on my legs. I say, alright, um, why did you just show up to do that? And she starts explaining it to me in some gibberish but half way through the conversation she turns into a guy, though he still claims to be there for the same reason. He starts asking me lots of really strange questions and sneaking looks around my room, and I'm getting really suspicious. I change my attitude really quick to show that I don't like him, and then I start to think about a bag of ecstasy pills in my drawer, and he's really close to it. He pulls it open right before I can get over there to keep it shut, and stares at it for a second like he found what he was looking for and I think oh fuck, he's a cop! He starts trying to arrest me and I go on a long rant about how I don't even care about the drugs anymore or even really care that he's arresting me because life sucks and all this stuff, and on the way from my room to the living room he tells me that he's got a plan for us. He's going to admit to committing a murder and get taken to prison, then I need to flee and get across state lines and call in and admit that it was actually me who did it, then when he gets set free he can elope with the electrolysis girl (the one that was him before) and if the cops ever find me it won't be a big deal because it'll quickly be proven that there's no way I could've actually committed the murder.

Suddenly I switch to a third-person view of him violently being thrown in a prison cell, proving that he went through with his part of the plan. Then I'm back in the living room like no time has passed at all but he's still gone, and I sit down on the couch next to my dad and tell him to lean in so I can tell him what's going on, but he keeps leaning in like annoyingly close in a way makes it really obvious I'm trying to hide this information from whoever else is in the house. As I'm telling him all this, I see one of the buckets they give you to put your trash in at Joe's Crab Shack, and there's a red flashing light on a black clip on the side. Oh crap, we've been bugged! One of the other cops, who I now think are actually some kind of thug gang, comes at sits down on the couch next to us. I can tell that he knows we're acting suspicious and was possibly even listening in to the conversation through the bug, and so he starts asking us about the movie that's playing on TV, which I haven't even remotely been paying attention to. Apparently, it's Madagascar 10. I remember the last question he asked was if it was the only one that was ever set in the ocean, and then I woke up.

*phew* That one was really convincing.

#5

I definitely had one in between this and the last one, but I guess I only dreamed I typed it up in my phone. Oh well.

There's a memorial service for the guy who went to prison (who's apparently dead now) and his accomplice, along with all the people they killed along the way, still in my living room. I'm there and I see the graves and everything but I'm paranoid that the guy is still going to come after me for some reason because his birthday, as listed in the memorial info, is the exact same day as mine and I'm convinced that maybe that's not even his real birthday and he's not actually dead, he's just like some kind of crazy serial killer and sending me a message. I start rambling to my dad about it, who's still sitting right next to me, and he gets fed up and says it looks like they're just going to have to accept it. He tells me that there never were any guys that came to our house or got killed, we never went on the run, and there's no memorial service or bugs or signs that I'm being watched or that someone's coming after me. They've been pretty sure for a while, but hoping it wasn't true, that I'm actually schizophrenic and I'm just hallucinating all of this and my delusions are just getting worse and worse as I'm becoming more paranoid. I have no idea what to think about this new information and it sends me into deep despair, and also makes me doubt that they're telling the truth but that just makes me think they might actually be right and I have no way of knowing what's real and what's not....

Freakin' dreams!

Sigh... so that's it. I also got a false awakening at the end of this where I started typing it all up in my phone, and got about half way though before I woke up. Lucky I did that early, having thought I logged it down I almost forgot most of it!

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

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.

I had a buuuuunch of dreams because the dogs kept waking me up. I know I should write them all down but I don't want to. I'll just talk about the one semi lucid, then just highlight the rest.

After one of the many times the dogs woke me up, I felt some really heavy WILD vibrations. They were the uncomfortable ones, like the ones I get before having a scary dream, or that demon dream. What happened next could best be described as a cross between a FA and a semi lucid dream: I knew Danny had left for work at 5am already, I remember he already kissed me goodbye, and now the sun was coming up. Then Danny, in nothing but shorts, jumped into the bed and grabbed me. I shouted "You're not Danny, he already left for work!" I knew it had to be a dream, but I just really felt like I was really in my room. He kept trying to wrestle with me really roughly, and I got scared. But I told myself that it's just a dream, and the guy is just a DC. I looked at him and said "I'm about to turn on the light!" And then he had that same look that the demons do when they're fighting off the change (the change=when the demon looks like a normal person, but then something causes them to lose control and start losing their human disguise, revealing their monstrous real self. It sometimes involves writhing, and spasms, and sharp-toothed growls. It can be scary sometimes). I didn't want to see the change, especially because my subconscious gave the demon Danny's face this time! So I jumped up and turned on the bedroom light. He vanished. That was when it turned into an FA: I thought I had really woken up from the dream and turned on the light. So I turned it off and went back to sleep. I knew it was an FA because the bed was turned around in the room 180 degrees.

The rest:

1. The mole-man that liked to eat the curdled cream from my cream-top farm fresh milk.

2. That damn kid (I say kid, he's like 19 or 20) from work. You're not my boyfriend either so stay out of my dreams! Told him he needs to find his own damn girlfriend. I said I would help because he's shy. Kept trying to kiss me. Kept following me around, wanting me to feed him. And liked to show off how many pushups he could do. Don't really know if he wanted me to date him or adopt him. Dumbass.

3. Nuclear bolt thing. Don't touch it mom!

4. That jug of reaaaaly farm fresh milk. It looked like whey with cloudy stuff on top.

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.

Dream: January 11, 2012

This one was a rather short dream. Most of them occur in the morning as this one did.

After packing up, I was soon on the road. It was a trip of some sort. The sky was blue, and small, and I alongside half a dozen of my groupmates were crammed in a jeep travelling through the suburbs of Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. I had never been there, but it (in facade) resembled a picture of Mount Fuji in Japan, without the volcano. After this spot, we would travel east to Petawawa. We wanted to stop for lunch.

Suddenly, I was back home. I looked at my computer screen, which had an eerie green colour. Typically it would be a nightmare to watch my computer screen do something unusual, but not this time, for I had overcome that fear already.

The next morning, I had a different dream.

In that dream, one of my close family members died. That was the nightmarish version, exemplifying a fear that I already had.

That day, I biked for about an hour in the rain.

I'm only few days away from "perfect" recall for a whole month - first time in my three-year career as a lucid dreamer. Perfect, as in I've remembered something for every night/day for a month (my sleeping times have varied). That said, overall I haven't recalled that much. Last night I recalled only a short fragment. Barren streak still continues lucid-wise. 35 days since last lucid now. Let's do another shorty from the the past:

Hostage of Vladimir Putin
Date: September 17th, 2009
Lucid: No

This was a scary and very real-like nightmare. I was in some kind of school and all the sudden Vladimir Putin walks in with some agents. We were taken as hostage. Putin said, that he'll ask each of us a question, and if the answer doesn't please him... bullet into the head. Putin pointed his gun at me couple of times, but didn't ask a question. I remember how my sweat was dripping and how I was terrified. There was a very real fear of death. There was some agent, apparently american or of other enemy of Russia, next to me. Putin asked him that why would he risk his life as there was no chance that he could influence the power struggle between the big countries.

Luckily this dream wasn't very long. The agent next to me didn't even answer, before the pressure got too much for me and I woke up. Not much of reading perhaps once again, but that dream left a permanent mark into my mind.

My memory is pretty sketchy because I had to go to work as soon as I woke up, so this is about eight hours later..

I'm in a shop and I buy a frozen coke, I have to fill it from the machine. (all I can remember)

I'm in a dark room, pitch black. I'm bound to a chair. I'm lucid. I try to free myself, but I just can't. I imagine in my mind (my dream mind) that I'm doing the sequence to an energy charge. I feel a VERY strong vibration around me, but the chair and the ropes restraining me don't move. I wake up.

I am 24 years old now. I used to live in a mobile home when I was about 3. I ended up accidentally burning that trailer to the ground. Around the time I was 5 years old, I had a dream where I was in the mobile home that I burnt down. The interior walls of the mobile home looked like they had been burnt out. Part of the time I was looking at the mobile home from the air and there was NOTHING but the trailer. Jason, from the horror movies Friday the 13th, was chasing me around the house with a chainsaw in his hands while I ran away. That is all that I remember.

Last night's recall... Meh, at least I took notes. Still not much stuff. Let's go back to the past again - it's always funny to notice how your dreams haven't really changed that much and finding connecting themes between your current and three years ago dreamed dreams. Still, I'm so tired that I'm going to do a super short one.

Voice in the Darkness
Date: August 28th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was going outside. It was a winter night and it was very dark outside. Weird that the seasons are so often not consistent in dreams - I mean that this was dreamed in August, yet it was the darkest time of the winter in the dream.

Only light-source outside was the light that came from the inside. As the door closed before me, darkness engulfed me. I was alone in the darkness. I felt distressed. Voice from the dark said: "Well well, Jakro came out." It had an evil tone and I got terrified.

Something grabbed me and started dragging me away. I started screaming as hard as I can, hoping that someone would hear me and come to help. The voice just told me to shut up. I still didn't see anything.

My own screams woke me up in the bed. I wrote to my dream journal that "I had planned to try a FILD if I wake up in the night, but I was too terrified to do it."

Simple, yet intense dream. I had some serious emotional problems back then. Well, I guess I still have.

I know there was more to this dream but its rather faded. The part I remember most is i was in a dim room, in a bed, and there was a hooded woman with her hands on my head. At first it was supposedly pleasant but as time went on i could tell that she was a witch or satanist, and when i began to say the name of Jesus over and over, her hands began to burn and smoke. I can't remember exactly what she said but it was about how Satan had power and was strong. With each time i said Jesus it became harder for me to say it again. Even as i type this i'm feeling a pressure against my head, and i know it isn't just some 'nightmare' that it could be more...but im grasping at straws on what it means exactly, that im under attack? or that someone is trying to manipulate me?

It is now 7:28am and I am too afraid 2 go back 2 sleep

I did my 1st WILD/Lucid Dream last nite so I was TOTALLY AWAKE but u know the rest...anyway, @ 1st it was taking 4ever 4 me 2 get my soul 2 leave my body...so then I turned on my back and I kept patting my hands which I saw in a vid 2 enhance my soul to leave my body....this was going on for quite some time but I was determined NOT 2 give up.

Finally, after what seemed like forever...suddenly I actually felt my soul starting to rise out of my body...I was so geeked as I could actually feel this happening....it was such a very-very-very slow process & movement but again...I was not about 2 give up.

Finally, my body I believe got all the way right to the very tipy-tip of my body & then it just STOPPED and would not go any further...at 1st I kept doing various techniques 2 enhance my body floating up (climbing up a rope, elevator...) but @ this junction I could no longer concentrate...So, this is bothering me greatly because my body just hung there dormit like & would not 'ascend'....so then I felt my right hand floating upwards...so @ 1st i thought again it was my sould going upwards but then I realized no, it definitely was my right arm extending up in the air but not @ full extension...not my left arm because it was underneath my covers.

So now I'm like oh #### my hand is just hanging in the air....which felt like forever....and then its as though something was in the room with me...It's so weird 2 try 2 explain but its as though something was taking each one of my fingers and placing it on something?? @ this junction I'm scared-I mean really scared & my heart starts racing....so now I'm trying to calm my self & whatever happened my main focus was NOT 2 try 2 move anything more than I'm suppose 2 because remember, I'm suppose 2 be sleeping...

I wanted 2 open my eyes but I was too scared...then I felt like trying 2 grab whatever was moving my fingers but again I was too scared....so then naturally tears started streaming down the right side of my eye...just on the left side...so now i'm thinking I have 2 control my emotions....I tried as smoothly as I could 2 move my finges a bit 2 see what I could FEEL....I felt my fingers go over something?? can't explain really...and then its as though each finger was laid on something?? because my fingers weren't tired from just hanging in the air...and the object felt like a metal plate?? but was very solid 2 the touch....I was not worried one bit my fingers would slide off...

I'm not sure if its because of my tears which now I cried about 3x's or something was looking directly over me and could tell my eyelids were not moving in REM but whatever it was knew something....it left my soul was hanging @ the point it was at and would not go any further...I was a bit scared that I would get tired & move but I never got tired...

the next thing I knew my fingers were being put back in its original position but it was done with such care and very-very slowly as not to awaken?? me....and then my soul started to go right back in my body....I started to shed more tears because @ that point I felt like I failed somehow??? and my soul never fully ascended....and I wasn't sure if whatever was with me was still in my room so for some time I didn't move but then finally, I played it off and I turned over and grabbed my stuff bunny rabbit & hugges it very tightly...

My body @ that point when I went to turn over felt so heavy and then my body felt really-really weird...like my soul didn't go back all the way yet and so it felt strange within my normal body....and I kept crying more & more now so I knew this wasn't any good...so again I played it off....yawn and opened my eyes and went to the bathroom....when finish I looked in my small make-up mirror I have on the wall...and there was this white line from my eyes all the way to my ear....like my tears were made from salt...I wet my shirt and had to rub hard to get it off.

In another recent dream I had I heard someone in my bedroom give 2 command words which I cannot remember now & then PUFF just like that I saw this portal open up in the sky and thinking my soul?? came out of it and jumped back in my body....I know this because my body jumped up a bit....so i am wondering why wouldn't my body ascend all the way??? just it waiting for the command words again?? I tried everything possible to make it float all the way up and it just wouldn't go up any further....this was the 1st time I ever experienced this and words truly cannot express how it felt but something was over my bed with me and I WAS NOT ASLEEP...that I am 100% certain of....

I'm too shaken up to talk about it right now....can anyone help me with some answers please.