nightmare

Ok so were were like in a platform in california and i was with this girl telling her "Hey this is pretty tall i bet i could jump it, i just dont have my rig with me ill do it in 20 years" and she replied "yeah this is pretty tall", i asked her were we were and she said california so then there was a lot of people on this like platform so i go up one floor and it gets taller of course and then i feel a boat moving sensation so i guess it was a boat, then i go up another floor and find this pool that when i went in it , it started moving and moving and moving like i was in a toilet, so then i go one more floor up and we were so high up that i had like no gravity at all and was skimming the ground then the captain told me,"You shouldnt be here! get off!" so i go back down and get on the pool and keep whirling around. Then this guy comes picks me up and throws me in this room and says "Thats what you get youll stay here untill you starve to death" so it was the apartment were i live in, so i struggle with him to open the door but it wont budge so i get an idea and i go to my bathroom without the guy noticing so he opens the door to look for me then i rush out of the bathroom and go for the door and lock the door and lock him out hes like "maybe we can work something out" so i open the door punch him and knock him out then i decide to create a false room for him so he has to break through that if he wants to get out, so the fat guy from pawn stars the son of the bald guy comes, and hands me cardboard boxes so i start boxing him in with green tape and then i shut the door. Then im in like china town and then i see this guy and hes pissed and he has an ultra boss that kinda looks like forceez, so he comes running at me like in rage mode and i start running like a pussy and then his face turn like into a demon face hes red has tusks and shit so i keep running running through chinatown and at one point he grabs my shoulder so i reach back and bitchslap the shit out of him, so everyone gasps cause hes like an allmighty boss so he gets even pissed and then im in a alley and hes there and as hes getting closer the dream ends.

January 2012

Synopsis: Two tornado dreams, and a vampire I kill

Note: watched too many episodes of storm chasers

Storm Chase Me
Im on a country winding road. At first Im on a bus with a group of friends, until the twister shows up behind us and now were in a pick up on the run. The twister follows us, surrounds us. The two in the back were supposed to be keeping track of its movement, but when I looked behind me they had fallen asleep.

Who falls asleep while running away from a twister?

The driver is screaming at me, he can't see where the tornado is. I'm looking at the gps on the phone, but instead of showing me the tornado, theres a spider symbol on the screen. Whats up with this spider? Its, its saying its right in front of me. I look up at the drivers head, theres on a spider on it.

"stay still theres a spider on your head!"

I try to flick it off and as I do I feel something bite my left shoulder, waking me up. I fall back asleep and continue to dream of tornados.

This time I'm outside my apartment, but the neighborhood is completely wrong. Im talking to mom on the cell about my tornado dream, but then I see something on the main road. Its whispy and transparent, but its a tornado.

I get off the phone and run to sis. I don't feel safe staying in this wimpy apartment, we've gotta move. Sis agrees so we get in the car and try to outrun the tornado growing every moment. But the tornado seems to follow us and leaves us on a mad chase all over the city. At one point we tried to hide in a closet - but it was the janitors closet in the mall and they shoo'd us away.

We made a giant circle around the city and finally decided to stay in our apartment. We dont actually make it to the apartment, we simply parked and took refuge in the car.

I waited for the tornado to come, instead it simply fades away.

Like the spider, a new enemy appeared, a female vampire. The city was dark, and she threatened to kill my sister. After some time I confront her, and told her to stop threatening my sister or I will kill her. But she continues to say shes going to kill my sister.

Upset, I grab a pair of scizzors, and I warn her again that the only whos going to die is her. She threatens my sister again. So I slash her eye hoping that if I blinded her she can't kill my sister.

She doesn't even feel any pain. She threatens to kill my sister still. So I chop off her head and her brain oozes out. She's an undead vampire, I've only weakened her. I put her head and oozy brain in a jar. What do I do with it?

Ive got to bury it far far away from her body so it cant unite. Not my closet, I dont want to think about her head being in there. Finally I find a pool of water and bury it under the mud. I woke up soon after. That was pretty gross.

I wouldn't call it much of a nightmare, but it wasn't the nicest setting. I was at an old school, but I've never gone to this school, all I know is that my friends are there. Friends from a longer time ago, like middle school, there isn't much going on. I wander the halls, seeing people I know. Not talking to them, and not being talked too. The greatest memory/high point of this dream is I was standing in a hall way. Looking down, I was at a door, much like an office in the main office itself. The hall leading to the reception desk maybe, and to my right an open door. That's about all I can remember. But it is a fragment, for I've had several other dreams like this, all in different settings, but I have no idea what they mean.

I had the craziest dream the other day, I can't find out what it means. All i know is it was so real. This had to be when i was in a deep sleep to about the time i was going to wake up. I remember waking up and turning my alarm clock off, and i went straight back to sleep. I was on a hard surface- pitch black, couldn't see anything, i couldn't move, and i heard a fan on the ceiling. not just a normal fan- but a rather heavy duty one, one made of a nice hard metal suited to last for a long time. I also heard my heart, beating very fast and loud. I also felt it- it hurt a bit, a sharper pain not a heart attack or nothing, but was simply too fast.I don't want to make the dream stop- but to find out what it means. Also- after waking up I didn't have any pain or anything, it just scares me. Is this a good thing, or bad? I'm no professional so i don't know how exactly to translate my dreams into meaning. As for my reasons behind not wanting to make them stop- maybe it means something and by getting further and further I'll find my answer.

I was across the street from my house in the neighborhood where Chris lives. However, the houses were far from normal. Most of them were one story homes with two windows in the front as well as a door. They each had a small yard split by the driveway coming down the middle. I was at Yusuf's house, it was beige in color. The one to the left was blue, and the one to the right was red. I began driving down the street on my dirtbike after dropping off something at Yusuf's home. The street was connected the the main street. I crossed the road and continued to my home. When I arrived, I noticed a fat man with a round head and grey hair turn around. He had on a blue sweater. He then walked away on the sidewalk to the left. I went up to my right garage door and was afraid when I forgot the combo. For some reason, I decided I would try my phone's voicemail entry code. I typed in 0117 and it worked. I drove past the BMW and parked next to it. When I approached the door, I noticed that we had our old brass door handle instead of our silver numeric keypad door handle. I closed the left garage door and I looked for my keys in my pocket. When I looked back to see if it was closed, it was closed however the other door was opened. I tried to close that one too and watched it go down. At the very end, I saw a man's hand go under the door to reopen it. I began to get a little scared. Once again, the other garage door was open. I tried once more to close it when the man's foot stopped it from closing. I then awoke.

This dream is a very personal dream to me... It has a lot to do with my past as well as all of my siblings past too. Might take me awhile to get through writing this one all down but i will just take my time.

At this time of my life i had just had my daughter, she was only a few months old and i had an allergic reaction to an anti-depressant that i was prescribed for depression. This depression stemmed from my childhood.

When the ambulance arrived to take me to the ER for dizziness, numb fingertips, spinning room and blackness from the allergic reaction they informed me that 2 hospitals were full and they were taking me to St. Francis and while in the ER they asked if i could be "Pregnant" since they were drawing some blood they wanted to check. Sure enough i was pregnant with our youngest and my daughter was only 6 months old. So not only was i having an allergic reaction, thinking i was depressed but i was pregnant. I wasn't depressed i was hormonal and didn't need these meds anyway.

So i still agreed to go to a hospital for Psychiatric treatment. Still thinking there was something wrong with me because that is what the doctors kept telling me so i wanted to make sure so i went. Ended up staying in a mental hospital 10 days. They couldn't give me any meds because i was pregnant and had to get in touch with my OBGYN so i was completely sober, drug free and able to remember my dreams.

2 nights straight I had the same dream. I was asleep in my bedroom, I was the same age as i was then in 2005. Age 35. While i was asleep a stranger had come to my bedroom door but all i could see was a mans shadow. This shadow kept pulling my body towards it and i was frightened in this dream. I jumped out of bed and held onto the bathroom door, my feet all a sudden floated up and my body was being forced towards this shadow, i held on for dear life until i realized who the shadow was. My oldest brother.

I awoke the next morning in fear of him. I just knew something was wrong and i was determined to figure it all out. I started by calling my other 3 siblings, All of them are older than me. They were 20 (My oldest brother), 18 (sister), 16 (brother) and 14 (sister) when i was born in 1971. I started with the youngest sister because we are the closest and i asked her if she ever had any problems with this older brother sexually assaulting her or acting odd around her, she couldn't remember anything bad. I then moved onto my oldest sister who had some things to tell me. She had informed me that when she was in High school my brothers best friend kept asking her out. She didn't like him but our brother kept telling her to go out with him that he was a nice guy and that she would like him too so she decided to give him a chance, that same guy that begged my sister to go out with him and my brother begged her to do it too ended up raping my sister, come to find out my brother knew all along what this creep was doing which is why he told Kay to go out with him so basically he set up his own sister to get raped.

Well it doesn't end there, next i talked with my other brother. At first when i asked him he said he couldn't remember anything odd or wrong. Then 3 months later his wife called me and said she needed to talk to me and was I sitting down? She proceeded to tell me that my brother who at the time was 50 years old curled up on his couch into a fetal position and confessed that our oldest brother raped and molested him throughout his whole childhood which is why he quit high school to join the army at 16 years old to get away from our oldest brother. I also found out that a cousin and an Uncle of ours also molested him when he was a child. My heart dropped i knew right then and there that God was allowing me to remember not only to help me but to help my brother through a terrible time in his life too. It was then i realized my brother had also raped and molested me I can even figure out what day it happened I just cannot remember the details of the incident which i am very grateful for.

So whether i want to say this was a "Vison from God" or just a "dream" either way it has been able to heal some and hurt others. After some careful consideration i ended up sending this "older" brother an email telling him i figured out everything he had done to us when we were children and that i told our parents and that everyone knew who he was and what he did. I however never received a reply back or a message that the email was "undeliverable" so i have no idea if he really knows that we know what happened but i can tell you this, He sure doesn't act like we know anything.

For those of you wondering.....My father was on what we thought was his deathbed when he had a brain tumor removed. During his visit in the hospital this brother called him. For my father's sake as well as my Mother's i decided to talk to him for the 1st time in over 6 years and allow a "distant" relationship to start, i still have not come eye to eye with this sibling and i am not sure yet how i will react towards him all i know is my heart towards him is not as evil now as it was when i first figured this all out.

I was in an abandoned house with some children. They were all walking around aimlessly like zombies. It began raining and my friend who was with me at the time began to get burns from the rain. I guess it was acidic. She turned into a skeleton and left me standing there. A little boy with pink hair walked over to me and said something about youth while he picked up a broken cross. He looked and me, smiled, and walked away. I looked out the window and saw a man coming down the driveway. All the children began to scream and tried to fix up the house. He walked in and picked one boy out of the group and began beating him until his head was a terribly misshaped. He was about to do the same to a girl about 5 years old when I told him it was my fault. He smiled and took me to the front of the room. He was about to hit me when I began to run. When I left the house I realized I couldn't touch anything or interact with the environment at all. I was a spirit of some sort and I knew my body was left at the abandoned house. The man had run after me and when he saw how helpless I was he laughed. And then I woke up.

Same old story with the recall, only fragments. I guess being biphasic at the moment is capping the limit of my recall. I'm staying asleep so short times that proper long dreams can't form. According to my Zeo Sleep Monitor my longest REM-periods happen a little bit after five hours, so it's no wonder that I'm not reaching my best with 3-4 hours at a time. I'll still keep this up, we'll see if it improves once I get more used to it.

In the meanwhile let's check back to one fucked up dream I had a while back. One that proves that being lucid and having a nightmare are not exclusive.

Killing My Mom
Date: July 27th, 2009
Lucid: Yes
Method: DILD

I don't remember what triggered the lucidity, but after confirming it with reality check I was semi-excited. I had read bunch of stuff back then about grounding the lucidity using touch, so I tried licking a screw that I found. I didn't notice any change in the quality of the dream.

Next I tried to put the living room's light's on as the dream seemed a bit dark. Obviously the lights wouldn't work. I called out my mom to put them on. I mean surely the dream character would manage to put them on? I don't remember what we exactly said to each other, but she didn't do it in the end. So I did the next best alternative. I started fucking smashing the lamps into pieces. I guess I am more random when lucid than normally in dreams. Surprisingly that was such a strong stimulation that it strengthened the dream. I think it also got brighter, ironically.

My mom got upset about the broken lamps though. This sent the dream into a downward spiral. Her negative emotions (that were actually mine, since this is my dream after all), made me angrier and I started venting it on the furniture, as I knew it was a dream. I don't usually smash the TV like I did then when I'm mad. No, really, I don't do that shit. So anyway mom started screaming at me for such behavior and I didn't want to hear that shit.

I went to my brother's room. There's a big window there. I jumped through the glass to get out. Yeah, I sure like destruction. Why take the door, when you can smash yourself through two layers of glass? I ran to the woods next to our house to get away. The atmosphere of the dream had turned into really dark and depressing. I was frightened and conscious of it. I knew that I had to get rid of the fear because I knew that it would affect the dream. Besides, what's there to fear, I knew it was a dream after all!

I tried joking around with my mom. I said to her that she is surprisingly agile for such considering how big she is (she is overweight). I guess that's not the best joke to say someone to calm him down in reality, but as it amused me and my mom was just a manifestation of my mind, that could have worked. But it didn't.

Confrontation was inevitable. The fight was short and I killed my mom with a simple hit on the head. I was relieved, but still thought how fucked up that whole thing was. Relief was only temporary though, as my sis came after me next and she wasn't happy. I was like "you gotta be kidding me?" Do I have to kill my family members one by one in a lucid? That's some fucked up shit right there. I tried to convince her to calm down, but I said the last words aloud in my bed, as I had woken up. Thank Lord.

No dream recall last night as I was fairly intoxicated, so I thought I'd share a recurring dream I used to have when I was very young.

The dream would always start differently, in various places that were at least 1 floor above the ground. It would feel exactly like a normal dream (and probably would have continued normally, if left uninterrupted), and there's one occurrence that I remember more vividly than any dream I've experienced:

I am in my parents bedroom with some friends from school, jumping on the bed (remember, I must have been 7 or 8 years old). Suddenly, I hear the sign that I hear in every instance of this recurring dream: footsteps up the stairs. [No doubt the sound of my parents going up to bed in the real world]
I know exactly what to do at this point, as I've had years of practice: lie as flat as you can, hands by your sides, head tilted sideways. I tell my friends to do the same and they follow, apart from one. He stays standing up on the bed, and as I close my eyes I hear the door open and my friend scream as this monster throws him into a nightmare - the price to pay for not lying on the ground and therefore being invisible to him.

I think I was caught by the monster a few times in the early instances of the dream, and thrown into a nightmare, and though I never remember the top half of its body, I know that the bottom half consists of the pair of 'wrong trousers' from the Wallace and Gromit animation. I can't watch it now without being reminded of those nightmares.

dream : comments : lucid

31st of December, 2011

Final dreams of the year, and they were doozies! Not quite nightmares, but pretty dodgy.

I was at work trying to organise the best possible proposal for Nooks. I spent hours trying to organise a horse and carriage with a nice message printed on its numberplate. For some reason I chose to make a portion of the writing red which, when I finally got it all printed off looked crap. When I tried to change it, they told me they didn't have any spares and couldn't make any more. I wept my little heart out on the stairs for ages, screaming and hitting the pavement. Then I realised I hadn't even organised the carriage yet and decided to postpone the whole endeavour until tomorrow.

Later on, I was at a party where a whole bunch of nerdy guys got into a hilarious, dweeby fight. At the party, this one guy had a "vomit maker" on, which was basically a bunch of leather straps tied around his body that looked like they'd been there for years. He said it was to help him be a better Satanist as it always kept him feeling sick and angry. Of course.
I left the party and was approached by some guys who doused me in a flammable liquid and set me alight. I ran onto the grass but they had a whole field of sprinklers that kept shooting his stuff all over me and keeping me on fire. I dug down into the dirt to extinguish myself and eventually broke through into an awesome underground Minecraft area. It was huge and like a parallel world under the ground with blocky T-Rexes and stuff.
I remember just looking around in awe before the dream faded.

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Walking near the road where some firemen were giving a hands on demonstration of their truck. When he was opening a valve, one really badly cut his hand open and put a wrench on it to pinch the skin back together. I walked across the road where this guy on a moped was driving madly in the wrong direction, he skidded in front of this guy driving his tractor down the road and then hit the kerb and bailed off. He stood up and stared and me with crazy-ass ice addict eyes then charged at me as fast as he could and stabbed me in the stomach.

My first dream was set in the desert in some sort of war simulation. I was under a big tent thing and was shooting guns with a few people. We werent in the military, but more like a third party type company testing out guns. idk. Anyways, we started shooting and i noticed that several of the guns had a built in suppression system and remember being quiet impressed by this. Then, the simulation sent what seemed like a thousand men with one leader that wouldnt die..we starting picking them off and then i zoomed up into a sky view where i could see that my group of men were crowded into a circle and the opposing simulations were gathered around us. It became a wierd sky based game where my men couldnt touch the outer wall; the simulations. And now, in retrospect, it looked just like the Lucid Crossroads..interesting. then i dreamed that i was sitting at the table and my "uncle Mike" came over. (I dont have an uncle Mike, but i have seen him in a dream before.) He threw some food down on the table; a bargain shopper bag of cereal and a couple cans i think. I remember joking with everyone who was sitting around that i could tell by the ammount of food how long he would be staying. "He brought 2 weeks worth of food, that means we wont get rid of him for at least a month" i said. He was sort of that family member that everyone despised, but couldnt turn him away. Then, the humiliation. I was sitting in my living room about to call someone but i needed a number. I got on the computer really fast to look up the number and when I got off my aunt got on. I went back to the computer as i had forgot to get some bit of information and when i did, my aunt said, "Stop looking at titties". I laughed and asked what she meant. She said it again, and i looked at the computer screen and it was covered with porn. To top it off, i was now in my underwear, making my innocence that much harder to validate. I helped her remove this from the screen; my entire family now standing behind us. Then, thank God, i woke up.

January 7, 2011

This dream was sort of two parts. They connect, but it was real hazy in the middle. I wouldn't say that this was a nightmare, but really actiony with a couple of thrillers.

I was in a nice house, with a huge glass window on one side that looked out onto the valley surrounding the place. There was a group of people there for some reason, but I can't remember what for.

Soon, I had to leave, and decided to take a shortcut home through the forest. At one point, we (for some unidentifiable people had joined me) came across a large junkyard. A storm quickly arrived, causing a nearby dam to break and flood the entire thing, leaving pieces of nearly everything lying around. We knew that we couldn't get across any other way, and that this was our only option.

I stepped onto a plank of wood that shifted like crazy, bit just managed to get to an upturned desk. I had to keep going, since whenever I stepped on something, it was only a matter of moments before it would sink beneath the churning waters. As I leapt towards a bunk bed, I knew midair that I wasn't going to make it. I was easily a yard away when I fell through the water. As my breath slipped away, I made one final surge and grabbed onto the railing, pulling myself up, coughing and sputtering.

I soon after made it up to the shoreline, and climbed a steep hill to find myself behind my backyard. The gate was locked, so I decided to take an alternate route through my neighbor's house. They gave me quizzical looks when I, drenched in water, dashed through their house, saying, "Sorry, I just need to get through here real fast."

The next portion of my dream was real hazy. I vaguely remember being at a movie theater. On the screen, this show was playing about these horrible creatures that would transform people into more of themselves. At the end of the film, they advised humans to go to their building.

Strangely enough, my dad wanted to go see what this was all about, so he loaded me and my two siblings into our car and drove to the address.

I was shocked to see that it was at an airport. Even weirder, there was our exact same car, already there. There were many different buildings that made it up, but we walked towards one called "Souvenirs." There, we found a slushy stand, with a monstrous creature from the movie behind it. It offered us some odd-colored slushies, and said they were for "converting." My family members willingly starting drinking them. I tried everything to get them to stop: begging, screaming, crying, but nothing worked. My dad said that, "It's not worth fighting. They all started to lose all sanity, and their skin began to turn various hues. This was when I knew I had to get out.

There was supposedly a force field that kept us from leaving, but it didn't affect me. As I turned the corner, I bumped into none other than Stephanie. I told her that we needed to get out of here this instant, and we started for the exit. Right as we were about to leave, a rhino-man (for I have no better way to describe him) blocked our path. He charged, but fortunately, missed horribly, and crashed into the door, breaking it open. Stephanie and I ran towards the car, and finding it unlocked, hopped in and bolted the doors tight.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the window to our right, and were stunned to see Mitchell Musso standing there.

"Will you by my CD?" he asked. "I need some more money to pay for the limousine."

I started to say no, but was stopped by none other than Justin Bieber.

"Do you think that you can actually get away?" he sneered. "My masters sent me personally to stop you. Prepare to know the true definition of pain!" Out of nowhere, two female ninjas with those ninja fighting sticks jumped to his side.

I desperately turned to Mitchell.

"If you help us fight off these guys, I'll buy your CD. Deal?"

"Deal."

Mitchell, Stephanie and I then engaged the trio in a battle that would have made Chuck Norris proud. We beat them, but just barely, and knowing that they would soon regain consciousness, we ran off, away from the airport as the world slowly faded to black.

Analysis: The junkyard vaguely reminded me of the junk from the opening sequence of "Adventure Time," and also of the furniture I had recently seen out at the curb for the trash. I had been at an airport a couple of weeks ago as well. To be honest, I didn't even know that Mitchell Musso was a singer, until I Googled him after waking up. I'm just so glad I could beat up Bieber as well.

Category: Non-Lucid Semi-Nightmare

Lucidity: 1/10
Clarity: 4/10
Length: 8/10
Enjoyment: 2/10
Overall: 3.75/10

My family and I were getting ready for the upcoming wedding of a family member (note: this wedding is upcoming IRL). My sister and I were trying to get dressed and pack our purses. I was in a state of stress because nothing was going well. I couldn't find my cell phone, my hair was unruly. For some reason, I was desperately scooping up potato chips and dip on the floor into a bag, as they were some kind of joke my sister had set up. I eventually found my phone, but it was low on power - how could I navigate to the venue without GPS in my car? Fortunately, a shared shuttle that looked like a cable car and contained some of my relatives stopped by, and we boarded.

Later in (I think) the same dream, I was in my grandparents' house in a room with many beds. This is the same house my cousins and I would stay in when we were little. As an adult in the dream, I was much too large for my "bed," which was little more than a doll's wooden rocking crib. I woke up (from one dream) in this bed, and realized I'd split it in two. My cousin's weren't impressed.

I stood up from the bed and realized I was dreaming. I hadn't performed a reality check of any sort. It just occurred to me that this wasn't reality. Once I realized it was a dream, the world spun and I did circles in place to stay asleep. It worked, and I continued with a few reality checks. First, I looked at my wedding band. It was there, and the metal wasn't shifting (my typical reality check), but I realized it was thinner in the dream than IRL. I wondered if it was actually a poor reality check after all and noted that I should think about it once awake.

Next, I decided to fly, since I'd been having trouble doing so. I used the advice in the forums and simply assumed I could take to the air. And I did - for a moment, but then had trouble and started merely hovering. Boo.

Some kind of demon or monster came up at this point and grabbed me. I told it to get lost, since this was a *lucid* dream, and if I couldn't even keep monsters at bay then I utterly sucked at lucid dreaming. The monster wasn't particularly scary, but he grabbed me and I was in a pool of water, so it was difficult to spin in place to keep the dream going. I managed to free myself and spin.

I started thinking about the artistic possibility of this lucid dream, and my thoughts became temporarily lost in books I'd read, like the Wheel of Time series. I was in a long building with a high ceiling, and suddenly looked up. A beautiful, animated lightshow was happening on the ceiling. The entire surface seemed pixelated - made of blueish metal squares. But in clumps and shapes, rainbow-colored groups of pixels were bulging and sliding like a bioluminescent mushroom, sending waves of color through the whole ceiling. I watched the show for a moment, wondering how "surprises" and new images are conjured up in a dream that I'm aware of.

After I'd looked long enough at the ceiling, I decided to try and improve my dream control. I decided to create the simplest of environments - a blue sky and black ground - to practice flying in. This environment started to come into view, but I struggled to sustain it, and eventually "woke up" into (I believe) another dream, in which I didn't realize was lucid and didn't remember.

As I've just started a Dream Journal, I want to log my older dreams/nightmares that have stuck with me for years. Some I can remember full blast, others just fragments. I thought I'd log my old dreams in one post before I start logging my new dreams so I can start looking for patterns and dream signs.

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I'm walking down a very wide forest path with who was my best friend at the time. The trees either side are very tall but look brown and withered. As we're walking down, there is a red light moving with us beyond the trees. Eventually we come to a small white building that looks like a factory. A tall lady in a long black coat comes out and offers us some red lipstick. My friend takes it and puts it on although I tell her not to, and she dies.

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This dream was completely in black and white. In this dream I was quite young and in the middle of my grandparents, holding both their hands. We are walking down a path on a residential street, and it is very misty. There is a bus up ahead that we need to catch. We stop to cross the road, but my Grandparents go on ahead and leave me stood there. I can't move my legs to catch up with them, and they get on the bus and it drives away.

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I'm sat in my living room with my grandparents at night. The sky is pitch black, and I see one single white firework in the sky. The TV comes on on its own, and it's the news. The presenter says that there is an urgent broadcast, and the screen fills with the face of a scruffy balding man with lots of stubble and dark eyes. He says that he is going to kill all the children. There was more to this perhaps including a death-threat letter and a helicopter but I don't remember that clearly.

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Me and my Nan are walking to my Auntie's house. We get stuck on the side of the road and decide to take a shortcut. The shortcut is blocked by trees, and we ask someone the way and he points us back up the road. I remember waking up from this one and thinking that it had really happened.

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I fought Voldemort. I remember being in an oddly shaped room with lots of dark dementor-like manequins. I think I won.

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I was at a party, and a lot of my friends were there. My boyfriend was dancing and didn't seem to notice me. One of my friends comes up to me and says we need to be at a different event. We run together through this building, until we come to a place with very high ceilings and the walls look like they're made of stone. We're allowed in once our names our checked off and we sit either side of an older lady who gives us menus. We have to say what we want then go and serve ourselves, which I thought was strange because it was such a posh place. I asked for the soup and was told there wasn't any, but I went up to the table to try anyway. The table had some machines and some warm silver trays used to keep food warm, with beans and random things in them. I grab a cup and put it under the tap in one of the machines, and pull the lever expecting soup, but it's just hot water. I pour it away. I 'woke up' from this one with a false awakening.

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I have a recurring dream that I can't quite remember at the moment because I haven't had it for some time, but when it happens I'm about half aware that I'm dreaming. It's like I'm in a complex, almost a shopping centre or building, and something always happens there that scares me in some way.

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I'm at school and I think I've just come out of class. I'm walking down the empty corridor and there is a boy stood a little further down. (My school was an all girls school though). In my dream, I know this boy is my boyfriend. I smile and start to walk up to him, but a man with a gun runs in and shoots him. I scream and hide behind the lockers and the man runs away. I run up to my 'boyfriend' and hold onto him as he dies. I wake up crying.

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When I was quite young I used to have a recurring dream that I was flying down the stairs. Items would be flying down with me sometimes. I could also make myself fly short distances, which was usually across my living room. The height would vary and I'd have to try quite hard to keep the height and distance going. As I was quite young and this was lucid, I would think that I'd actually done it.

In the same vein but in a seperate dream, I was in a sort of formula 1 type car, driving up a huge square, 3D kind of ramp, and came out at the top, flying in my car over my junior school hall, waving at my classmates below.

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I texted a friend asking her if she wanted to do something that day, and she replied very shortly and seemed annoyed at me. When I actually talked to her that day, she told me she'd had a dream the same night that we'd fallen out.

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I had a really great dream one night that I was in this sort of alternate cartoon type place. Basically, there was a massive sort of termite nest, I could see a big circle of light at the top and the inside walls were the sandy colour of earth. Inside, were lots of different shaped sort of houses or nests, some were completely round with holes in the middle, others had chimneys and they were all different brilliant colours. They were all connected by a web-like rope to get between them all. I made friends with a giant, friendly cartoonish female spider that lived there and she showed me around.

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One I vaguely remember is having to save either dolphins or seals or something. I don't remember a lot of it, but the part I remember clearly is standing under the wing of a plane with an older lady in a wheelchair and a younger lady who was part of this save-sea-creatures thing.

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Running away from a man down a path on a street near where I live, but not being able to move fast enough. The man never caught up with me although I could hardly move my arms or legs. I think I had some kind of awareness in this dream as I remember the fear and the strength I was trying to use to move.

This dream has nothing to do with Damascus. I dreamt it four nights ago, on the morning of the 5th, so it might be inaccurate by now. Weird, I seem to remember a dream every 9 days, but maybe that will change.

We were told to be prepared. Prepared that is, for a haunted house of some sort, that had been very scary to its previous visitors. It was a building created sometime in the late eighteenth century, sometime around 1770. We prepared to descend into the narrow steps. I was in a group of about a dozen or more people.

It was somewhat dark in the room, but there was a bright light from nowhere. Somewhat resembled one of my friends' houses' basements, but that must have been a facade of the actual memory, because it really wasn't like that at all. A picture of someone hung on the room, and it was frightening to enter and to look at--the picture resembled Abraham Lincoln, but that must be yet another facade.

As we entered, we expected everything from spooky noises to whatever you expect from ghosts. But a few seconds in, I discovered it wasn't scary at all.

The entire dream fragment lasted maybe one or two minutes, and yet few of the details are still remembered. As I woke up, it was morning, and my family was talking very loudly about a now-familiar topic: ghosts.