nightmare

Had this dream around the age of 5 or 6 I'm guessing, no later than seven.

I walk up steps to my family's double wide trailer (we actually lived in a 3 bedroom house. Friggin dreams), open up the screen door only because the main door was swung wide already, and Satan is sitting in the middle of the sofa next to my mom on his right while my father was in his chair. This Satan looked like a red man with horns and long talons on his fingertips, the typical Looney Toons version. Some other people were over for an apparent bible study session that I had just walked into the middle of, my mother the current one with said book in hands. All the other seats are taken, Satan makes a motion to sit next to him, my mom waits for me to sit down. As soon as I take my seat two things happen: 1. my mother continues with whatever passage she was reading before I walked in and 2. Satan began digging his index talon into the middle of my back, twisting it, turning it and making circles. I feel it like a nail, not sharp enough to break skin, just enough to push into the nerves. For an idea of the pain just take your thumb and dig as hard as you can into your back, using the rest of your hand for support, nail first. My immediate reaction is pushing my belly forward, trying to escape whatever was causing the pain. Doesn't work. I squirm, twist, writhe, the pain is there, constant, inescapable. This goes on while everyone else is completely oblivious to the situation, entranced as they were with the story my mom was reading.

S'bout all I can remember.

The dream started with a zombie Apocalypse...

It's non lucid, But it was so vivid, That I was scared of the zombies as a result. Didn't wake up in the dream sadly.

I remember being in my apartment block were I live. Some how we knew zombies had too-ken over the world.

Then I remember the apartment block only had stairs and it was communist style yet it was still in the UK. So it was rather strange since the stairs were smooth cement.

I went to the top floor with Mila Kunis and went in one of the apartments.. There was a elderly woman zombie, We ran out as fast as we could and locked the door behind us. And ran down there stairs to the bottom floor were we went back into my apartment. Mila Kunis was a soilder. And our plan was to get to the airport, eventually get a plane and go and land on a deserted pacific island, Safe from viruses.. Later on you will find out how this was not the case.

Mila Kunis


Dream scape changed and we were at the airport, it's dark now, The sun has gone down, We're About to get on a military plane. We were with survivors this time. Mila says something to me about something or I think zombies are in the lobby of the airport. (The area you sit before boarding a plane) we went through loads of double doors with small windows in them. Like this


Then it was like a hospital was part of the airport. Then I didn't exist for this part, It was like I was watching what was happening but I was no my body any longer. I seen some black people turn into zombies then I remember Mila running back from were we came from and we eventually got ouside and tried to get on the military plane to get to a pacific island.

I remember A group of people including myself got on this plane, But it was small a rather small plane.. Mila entered the back of the plane, but the plane would not take off. The plane was too heavy! Only a few stone heavy. We were all debating who should give themselves up. We had to decide very quickly. No one wanted to do it, I knew I wouldn't give up my space.

The zombies had broken out the emergency doors onto the runway and they were running for us.

Mila, in her army solider clothes, Like a brave solider she was in this dream, gave up her seat, We sped the plane up and started to fly...

We could all see Mila taking on the zombies and fighting them.. The zombies had glowing yellow/orange eyes. They all jumped onto her and she could not be seen. I believe she died. Then I think the plane started to crash.. I'm not sure because either everything went dark and I woke up and fell back a sleep again.

R.I.P Dream Mila Kunis







Thoughts on why I had this dream.

Mila Kunis - Well, I have Russian ancestry, And my features closley resemble Mila Kunis but in a male form, If that makes any sense? And I was reading about Russia in the news and wondering what would have happened if my family never came to Britain 100 years ago. Plus, Mila Kunis is rather hot too.

Zombies - Zombies are rather common things, Plus my brain properly wants me to bring up my fear of it so I don't have to be scared.

Communist style apartment - Well, As I was saying, Russia in the news, Communism associated with Russia...

Airport - I am guessing since it's zombie, My favourite map in the "Left 4 Dead" game is the airport level. So I guess that's why.

Pacific Islands - Well, I always tell myself, If a zombie attack happened in real life I would go to a pacific island to get away from it all.

Final thoughts and opinion: I believe this was a nightmare, Though it was fun to be chased by zombies and frightening at the same time. I give this dream a 6/10

I don't know why, but I haven't really been able to really remember my dreams, as of late, though this one was quite strange enough for me to remember, at least for the most part.

In the beginning of the dream, I was with my Mom and my Brother as we watched a school shooting, the actual tape, on a retro 80's television, and strangely enough, we weren't the slightest bit concerned, or at least they weren't, I was scared. Not long after, the school shooting became a hospital shooting on a futuristic white TV, though we looked still unaffected.

The last part of the dream was even more disturbing. I for some reason took the role of the character Celie from The Color Purple, and my mom was Shug Avery, also from the same book. I remember us talking about something, though I don't remember what, but soon after, I found myself, being Celie, dressed in a classic Southern dress, and even having a black skin color, and I was digging through a toilet, full of feces. Literally, there was just poop that filled the toilet, and without gloves, I just dug through it. I remember me puking in the dream, into the toilet, which only added to the mess, but in the end of the dream, we went back to watching the school shooting and the hospital shooting, all as our actual selves.

This, has got to be one of the strangest dreams I have had yet.

This is my first entry in my Dream Journal, to help me on my way to lucid dreaming.
I went to bed very tired at about 9 pm. I laid in bed for n hour on my back, counting my slow breaths until I felt that familiar sensation of sleep paralysis, pushing down on me. I could be very aware of my surroundings, is the best way I can describe it, where even though I know my eyes are closed and I cannot open them, I can see my bedroom clearly. This usually would fade after a few moments and I would slip into a regular dream, which I'll get to later.
Perhaps the difference was that tonight I tried to slip into SP on my own, instead of when it usually happens for me - right after vivid REM sleep, usually with intense HH. Tonight I had little HH, for once - only soft whooshing sounds, faint shaking of my environment (as if in an earthquake), and pressure on my body. Maybe I was scaring myself - my SP is often frightening, and I kept remembering violent HH I had had in the past.
Anyway, once I was in a twilight-state of paralysis and wakefulness, I'd somehow hear the phrase in my head, "Am I dreaming?", followed by a horrible sense of dread, which would jolt me from my attempt. Another possible variable is that I have a headcold, therefore my breathing is irregular, often slowing or picking up speed.

I eventually fell asleep after giving up around 10:15. It's now exactly two hours later. For once I don't remember much, seeing as out of habit I tried to just fall back asleep as opposed to trying to focus on the more intense parts of my dream. I'll be going back to bed in a few moments, trying again a few times to enter the middle-state on my own terms.

WBTB(6am): My Father and I are at some fancy party. I triggered lucidity the moment I realized I had no idea why I was there, or how I got there.

After I realized I was dreaming, it felt like the dream world was fighting back. My dad threw a blanket over me and it seemed like everyone was walking over me, keeping me pinned down. I tried so hard to get from under the blanket it woke me up.

I was walking through the forest with a few friends of mine. We were following a trail, the trail led to a trailer which one of my friends had set up in the middle of the woods as a place to camp, party, hang out etc. The trees were very tall and skinny, much like the trees we have here in BC, except that there was a lot of other types of growth around. It was mid day and my friends were two females and another male (for naming purposes, i will make up the names for these people. Jason, Maria and Emmy).

We finally got to the trailer after hiking for a while. it looked to be in pretty good shape. There was power running to the trailer, it was fully set up as a place to live, except we were just there to visit. So we walk into this place. The door led straight into the main room. There was a pad there to put our shoes and a closet for our jackets to the right. Looking to the left was a big living room and on the far side of the living was a door to a bedroom. Around the corner to the right on the other side of the closet was an entranceway to a small kitchen. I went straight for the kitchen as I had brought food with me and put it away.

I went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. upon further inspection of the living room I noticed that it was fully furnished with an entertainment system against one wall. It looked like the entertainment system had not been set up yet as the speakers were disconnected and some things were still in boxes. So I thought to myself "I'll set that up later, we're gonna want some music". I went back into the kitchen to unload the last of the food I had brought with me, when Emmy came up beside me.

"Did you see that?" She said, pointing out the window.

"No, what did you see?"

"I could've sworn I saw a little person with wings, just now, fly across the window"

The kitchen had a big bay window, as most trailers do, a big window at the front of the trailer. We could see out into the forest and it was bright out from the noon sun.

"No," I said, "I didn't see anything at all, you must be imagining things!"

She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. Maria and Jason were in the bedroom setting things up in there.

"I'm going to go join them." Emmy turned and walked away. I was left by myself.

'Well,' I thought to myself, 'the food is put away..' My thoughts turned to the stereo. 'It would be nice to have some music playing'.

I went into the living room and looked at the boxes sitting next to the stand. I started to open the boxes and unpack what was in them. I had my mind pretty well set on my task when suddenly the scene changed inside the room I was in. There were cobwebs all over the place, like the place had been sitting there for years with no one in it. I stopped what I was doing and looked around the room. There were cobwebs everywhere. They formed a sort of tunnel towards the kitchen which still had light shining through it. Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they disappeared.

'Wow that's odd' I thought to myself. I shrugged and continued unpacking. Maria and Emmy came out of the room and stood beside me watching me set up the stereo.

"AHHH!" Emmy screamed.

"What? What is it??"

"That thing, I saw it again.." She turned to me. I looked at her face and she was scared.

"Huh, you and your imagination" I retorded. I turned back to the stereo. Then the cobwebs appeared again and my two friends were gone. I stood up once more, except upon looking at the ceiling and all the cobwebs, I saw a few little sparkles of light dancing around. One of the sparkles came up close to me and I could see what you would consider a little pixie. A small little fairy like thing, with little glowing wings, darted from one side of me to the other. It seemed this little thing was just as interested in me as I was in it. There were other little pixies flying around near the ceiling of the room.

The pixie looked at me. "OH NO!" it exclaimed, then flew away. The other little pixies that were with this thing also flew away.

'What the hell?' My mind was racing. 'What is all this, why did that thing just fly away?'. I asked the question in my mind, but it was soon after that I got the answer. A darkness fell inside the room and it got cold. Very cold. I was shivering and rubbing my arms to try and stay warm. Then from out of the ceiling, I saw it. First the hands, or claws, one could say, then the arms. Then those deep red eyes that I have become familiar with. I knew in my dream that I had seen this thing before, many dreams I've had of this thing. I could hear it breathing as a demon growls when it breathes in and out.

"Who ARE you??" I called out to this thing coming through the ceiling. It said nothing, but as I gazed upon it, I began to feel an emotion that I knew wasn't mine. It was talking to me through my thoughts, my feelings. I could tell it was there to take me away, to kill me, to collect my soul and keep me forever.

"Who are you???" I called out again.

"I am the spider king" the thing responded, in its deep gnarly voice. I looked at his face. He had the signature row of teeth, those long, sharp spikes for teeth. His face had no skin, just this skull, and those teeth, with those deep red eyes. The rest of his body was a shadow form but I knew he was real enough to hurt me. He came in closer, I think to attack me.

"NO!" I yelled out. In my heart I knew I wasn't afraid. I feel no fear in my dreams, although I act as I should given a circumstance. But in this dream I felt not fear and that threw the demon off. He didn't expect me to not be afraid, it's almost as if my very lack of fear made him afraid and pull away from me. My 3 friends came out of the bedroom and started to ask what was going on.

"What's going on???" I said excitedly. "You mean you can't see the cobwebs.. the pixies, that big frikkin demon right there??"

"I have no idea what you're talking about" said Jason. I looked back. The cobwebs were gone, the spider king was gone. Everything was normal as it should be and the music was playing out of the stereo. Some pop song you would hear on the radio.

I woke up with the song stuck in my head. I felt good to have finally faced the demon and show it that I'm the one in control not it. Having a name for him was also good. I don't know why he would call himself the spider king, I never did try to research it. But if I ever dream of the spider king again I will surely share it in this journal

I'm in my bed, in a carriage house I used to rent. It's broad daylight out but I'm super tired anyway. I hear this big commotion outside and I get out of bed to hear what's going on. I open my door to see my neighbours (owner of the main house) moving a bunch of furniture around. "Huh" I think to myself. "Wonder why they are moving stuff, that furniture looks so old yet expensive". I didn't check to see if they were moving in or out. I go to lay back down since I'm still really tired. After a few minutes of wondering why my neighbour has this big moving truck and a bunch of furniture, I start to hear someone playing a piano. It's not like whoever it was .. was playing an actual song or anything, more like an 8 year old kid banging on the keyboard thinking it's cool. So I get up and open the door again. As soon as I opened the door, the piano playing stopped.

"Who's playin the damn piano?" I ask.

"What piano. There's no piano here, you see, it's bedroom furniture."

"But I swear to god someone was just playing a piano."

"Nope, no piano playing here"

"Alright", so I go back into my room. I'm sooo tired. I do one of those falling tree maneouvers and faceplant back into my bed. The second my head hits the pillow, the piano starts up again. "Who the HELL is playing that damned piano???". It was so loud, and obnoxious, and not really a song of any time, just random banging on the keys. I could handle it if it were something with substance, you know, something a REAL musician would play. I'm pissed off now, so I put on my clothes. "No rest for the wicked" I think to myself. I armed myself to the teeth with verbal ammunition. "Oh yeah", I think "Whoever is doing it's gonna get a piece of me that's for sure". But when I opened the door, there was no one there.

Curious. How could a 5 tonne moving truck, loaded to the hilt with furniture, and all those people loading it, suddenly disappear in the 2 minutes it took me to land on my bed, get right back up and put on my clothes? Besides I didn't even hear the thing start up. "Something fishy is going on here". I leave my shack and walk around the backside, or what I thought was the trail leading to the back. Suddenly I slam into a big front door to this house that makes Elton John's estate look like a chump shack. "Um ok that's odd, suddenly a mansion appears where a trail is supposed to be" I think. Oh well, it felt normal, like the thing was supposed to be there. I didn't question it. I walk in.

Behind me the door closes. *Click*. The lock sets itself in place. I didn't sign up to be trapped inside this huge house. But I couldn't open the front door and the door was made of heavy hardwood. It was a big door. Defeated I turn around to look at my surroundings. I'm standing in this room that has a huge table and chairs. A big brick fireplace lines the wall. There is a staircase going up on the left side of the room. An entranceway leads to another room to the far left. On the right side is a corridor that leads around the corner to which I couldn't see where it led. Looking down the middle of this big room, I see 2 more doors lining the right side, and another door on the left, just past the fireplace. It was dimly lit, almost by candle light. There wes rod iron lattice work all over the place. A huge chandelier hung above the table, filled with lit candles.

"Ok," I think, "Now to find a way out of this place". I was marvelling at all the trinkets all over the place. The walls were maroon colour, kindof like a deep blood red. Go figure, the perfect colour for a haunted mansion! I can feel a presence in the house, one that is right close to me. I start to get a little antsy, as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. You would think it would be nice and warm in there, since the people who were just outside loading furninuture into the disappearing 5 tonne moving van were wearing jeans and t-shirts. But no, I was freezing cold. It was definitely below zero, and I was trapped in this frost pocket. Strangely enough, there were no windows. The inside of the house flashes, and I hear something like thunder shaking the walls. "AHA," I thought, "there MUST be a window somewhere". So I start by going up the stairs.

The top of the stairs led to another hallway, a long hallway, which seemed to have at least a dozen doors lining each side of the hall. I look to the end of the hallway and see a little table with a big plant pot sitting on it. There was no plant in it, but it was there anyway. But above that planter was a window. A small window. "Jackpot" I think. I start down the hallway towards this window. I can feel a breeze blowing on my neck, a cold one. I didn't think too much of it till I realized I was INSIDE, and where the hell would a breeze be coming from, INSIDE the house. I turn around. There's nothing there. "Hmmmm". I turn around again and walk up to the window. It felt like it took 5 minutes to walk down this 10 mile long hallway. Or at least it seemed that long. It was long.

I get to the window. I try to open it. No, it was not the opening type. "Ok, if you're not gonna open for me, I'll smash you" I thought, but upon looking further, there were bars on the outside of this window. Great. I really am a prisoner in this freaky mansion, locked inside, with some *thing* breathing down my neck. Literally. I start to get goosebumps thinking about it. "Ok don't think about it". Then I hear it. It was a woman's voice, coming from one of the rooms.

"Hello??" I call out. "Hellooooo" The voice gets quiet. I start walking back down the hallway and to the approximate door I think the sound is coming from.

"Help!" I hear a muffled cry coming out from behind one of the doors. My heart stops, my breathing stops, and I'm scared shitless. "Help?" I think to myself, "Yeah I'm the one that needs the help dammit". "Help!" I hear it again.

"Hello?" I cried out again.

"In here! In here!" This woman started calling out to me. Then she started banging on the door of the room she was in. I walk up to the door I'm sure is making the noise.

"Hello are you in there?"

"Yes, yes I'm in here! Oh god please let me out!" I open the door. There is a lovely young lady standing there. She has fair, olive skin, long black, curly hair down to the small of her back. I guess you could say she was the epitome of beautiful. My heart went out to her. She was wearing a dress, she looked so beautiful standing there. I could tell the look on her eyes was total fear, probably the same way I looked at her. "Oh thank you so much! These doors only open from the outside!"

"What??? Well how long have you been trapped here???"

"Oh, well, that's a hard question to answer, you see, I'm not living"

"Not living? Like, not living the life, or, morbidly dead?"

"Um, more the morbid side of not alive". My heart stopped again. "Damn, if my heart stops one more time, ONE MORE TIME, I swear I will be in the morbid side of not living myself!"

"O.. OK.. so.. You are a ghost?"

"Well, not really a ghost either. Look, I died in this house. I know it well, many people have died here, you are the only one here that's alive."

"What do you mean.. the only one.."

"Well, besides me, there is one other that lives here, who trapped me in this room long ago. I have to show you how to get out of here, or he will get you too, come on, come with me!" I touched her. I just had to. My hand felt sweet, solid skin under my finger tips. She stopped to let me touch her. I ran my fingers through her long black hair, it felt so soft. I couldn't understand how someone who was "in the morbid side of not alive" could feel so wonderful. I took her in my arms and gave her a hug. She felt so good next to me. I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed her into me. Yes she felt very real, very nice and I felt an instant connection with her. She was a very special girl to me, to someone who was.. not a alive.. and someone.. or something.. who I had just met.

She looked at me and smiled, gave out a little giggle, and said "Come on, you need to get out of here".

"OK", I said "But first let me check the window in this room".

"There's no way out of this room"

"Well I see a window and.." I stepped to see the window. It had bars on it.. of course! Bars, dammit. I turned, but before my eyes set back on this beautiful woman I had just met, I saw something in a chair in the corner of the room. It was a dead body, full of cobwebs. It had obviously been there for a very long time. My heart skipped a beat.

"Is.. is that.. is that..."

"Yes, it's.. it's.. "

"It's ok, I get it. Let's go.." We promptly left the room. "Is the whole place locked up.. or.. what?"

"Yeah it is, if it wasn't, I would still be alive, although probably very old by now"

"Oh.. shit.." I exclaimed. "Well, then I will take your word for it.. let's get the hell outta here."

"Come," she said, taking my hand into hers. I couldn't believe this, whatever it was, felt so real, her hands so soft in mine, so elegant. Her fingernails were painted red, the same colour as her dress, almost the same colour as the rest of the house, for that matter. But she was gorgeous nonetheless, the dress suited her, her and her long black, curly hair, that faint olive skin. My god my heart went out to her. I wanted to get to know this majestic lady. But the living cannot mingle with the dead unfortunately, it's pretty hard to get settled down with a dead girl, get married, have kids, all that sort of thing. So I dropped my feelings for her and turned to the business side of getting the hell out of this freaky place.

She led me back down the starcase and into the main room. Thunder and lightning struck again. For a place that had no windows, it sure lit up well in a thunder storm. I didn't understand it, but the lightning sparked a bit of panick on the girls face.

"Oh my god", she said. "Um, come with me.. QUICKLY" She started to run. I could hear a voice coming from the main room that we were in. Then a slight, shadowy figure. The voice was faint at first, but gradually got louder, and louder, till the walls shook with this deep growl the thing was letting out. The girl let go of my hand and covered her ears and screamed. "NOOOO... NOOOO" she screamed. "JUST LEAVE US ALONE!!!!"

"HAAAHAAAHAAA YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE! YOU ARE MINE, MINE FOREVER! HAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

The shadowy figure took form. It wasn't as defined as the girl, it was simply an outline of a person, as a shadow takes form, on a cloudy day. But one thing did stand out, those red, red eyes. The eyes of a demon.

"In here!" screamed the woman. The second door on the right, inside the main room, swung open. I stepped in, the.. thing.. following closely behind us. We got in just in the nick of time and slammed the door on the beast.

"We are locked in now. He can't get us, and we can't get out. We are now stuck, but if you want to live as long as you can, you won't leave this room."

"Ok, oh shit, well, what are we supposed to do then?"

"I don't know", replied the woman.

I started searching around the room. There was a small window high up just above a ledge. The room was quite tall, maybe 12 feet tall. I pulled up a chair and climbed up to see the window. It was barred from the outside. "THUMP" The door rang like a bell. "THUMP, THUMP". The thing was outside the room, trying to get in. I looked at the woman. She looked back at me, with those sweet eyes of hers.

"He can't get in. He's just as trapped out there as we are in here"

"Well there's got to be a way" I retorted.

"I've looked all around this house and never found a way out. I died after 3 days of being here. There's nothing to eat, and nothing to drink. You are going to die in here, just the same way I did". But I couldn't accept that fact. I started searching around in the room. There was something different about the room. It was not like the rest of the house. It glowed like a golden lamp. There were carvings in the room, it was decorated much differently. It was warm and welcoming. I felt at peace. I continued to search the room, running my fingers along the walls, looking for something, anything that might help me out. That's when I felt it.

It was a small bump in the wall, hardly detectable, but it was there. I pushed on the bump, and a panel on one of the walls opened up. There, sitting inside a display case, were two swords, one above the other. The blades were pointing the opposite directions. They seemed to be made of silver. They had not suffered carbonation as silver does, they were shiny. The hilts had engravements on them and they looked ancient, like they had been crafted by some ancient master swordsmith. I took them from the display case.

"Well, look what I have here!" The woman looked at me.

"You know, of all the time I've spent in this house, even in death, search for something that could help me, and of all the time I've spent in this very room, I had no idea those were even there!"

"Well I found them, and now I have a way to kill this monster. I'm gonna kill that thing and get us out of here"

"That sounds wonderful" she said. "I need to let my soul rest. I hate this place. I've been here for centuries"

"Ok, so how do I open the door?"

"I don't know," she said. I went up to the door, which was thumping quite regularly by now, but I had weapons now and my fear was gone. I was determined to not only get out but slay the demon. I noticed in the door there was a slot that somewhat matched the shape of the swords. I pushed the tip of the blade into the slot, and the door clicked open. The door swung slowly inward, and I stood there, face to face with the demon who had now taken a solid shape. When I saw his face, my fear came right back. The demon had red eyes. His face was like a skull, with huge spikes all across his mouth. There were no lips, or any flesh, just bone and a row of spikes for teeth. My mind couldn't help but feel that this thing was strangely familiar.

"What are you gonna do with those things.. kill me?"

"YOU'RE DAMN STRAIGHT!" I took a swing, then another. I should have cut the thing in half twice over, but the swords felt no resistance of flesh. It was as if I was swinging at nothing, slicing through thin air.

"HAHAHAAAA!" The demon pushed me back into the room, still standing at the door. I stepped back up and took another swing. Again, I swung at air. Nothing solid at all.

"There's nothing you can do. I'm more powerful than that, fool!"

My heart began to sink as I started to realize the peril of my situation. That's when I began slicing wildly at the creature. As I was swinging I could see the swords going right through the creature, like swinging a sword through a puff of smoke. The creature became distorted wherever the swords went through. But my consistent swinging meant that he could not take a solid form as long as I was trying to slice at him which meant that as long as I kept attacking him, he couldn't hurt me. I pushed my way out of the room. Thunder and lightning were filling the main room with light and sound. Finally the thing disappeared for a moment and I knew I could make a run for the front door.

I pushed the knob, wiggled it around, tried kicking the door down. It wouldn't budge. Then I felt the breathing on my neck. I got goosebumps up my back and I could feel the hairs of my neck standing on end. I turned around and I was face to face with the demon once more. I took a swing and then another. I skirted around it while I tried to keep it in shadow form, or smoke, or whatever you want to call something that isn't really there. A few times while I was swinging away the creature put it's arms up and blocked my strikes. There just wasn't anything I could seem to do to trap the thing, then my heart began to sink. I really was trapped, and there was no fighting the creature. I scrambled to get back in the room and close the door.

I ran back in, closed the door behind me. The woman was standing against the wall right near the door. When I turned to look at her, she had this look on her face, that she was worried for me. I saw the sad look in her eyes. She knew there was no defeating this creature. She put her hand on my face. I reached up to feel that soft, silky, lovely, warm skin of hers. I closed my eyes and held on to that sweet hand of hers. The touch of her skin against mine was the only thing that kept me somewhat sane.

Somehow, the sounds of the demon screaming on the other side of the door, the thumping, the thunder, it all seemed to blend into one sound. The piano playing. Everything seemed to sound like it was coming from underwater, it was all swirling together in one sound. I opened my eyes and the room started doing the same as the sound. It was all swirling together in a blurr of colour and shapes. The sound, the sight, it was like I was being sucked down a whirlpool. I then suddenly found myself standing at the front door of my home, looking at the people loading the 5 tonne moving van. They were loading a piano, and a little girl was sitting there playing as they loaded it.

"Where ya been, you said you were gonna help us load this thing up eh?", said one of the movers.

"Are you fucking kidding me...." I retorted. They all stopped and stood there, looking at me.

I went to bed one night after ghostbusting (in real) and feeling very much like we had been followed back to our house. I don't know if you believe in the unnatural or not, but whatever it doesn't matter. To me it's real and I was definitely being persued by this spirit or whatever. So I fall asleep and soon after enter my dream state. I dream that I'm laying in bed, the same bed I'm sleeping in (in real) and I'm paralysed. I can't move. I'm laying on my back (in my dream) looking up at the ceiling wondering when I'm going to be able to move, when I hear this hard knocking sound down the hall, in the kitchen. I can feel my girlfriend beside me and she's sound asleep. The knocking sound gets louder and I hear a deep growl of a voice call my name and then laugh. I'm thinking holy shit this has GOT to be a dream. So sure enough I wake up out of the dream, to find myself back in my bed, laying in bed, wide awake wondering what the hell that was all about.

Then suddenly I start to hear the knocking again.. and thumping.. this time it was in the attic. I hear heavy breathing and deep growling and sounds like footsteps right over top of my bed. I thought to myself, "Oh god I just woke up so it's real this time" and once again I find myself on my back, paralyzed, unable to move. My heart starts to race, as I question whether or not this is reality, and I wake up again. I find myself in my bed, laying on my side. This time I got up and went to the bathroom, in full confidence that I was really awake this time. No kiddin! really awake. So I finish doing my thing in the bathroom and I take one step outside the bathroom door. Suddenly everything is black, and I can see nothing. I can still feel what's around me, and everything is in place as it should be, just can't see. I feel something touch my back, something sharp. Something behind me. Something NOT VERY NICE. I wake up.

So there I am, laying in my bed. What the HELL is going on here? Damn I really need to pee. I thought I just went? Oh man, that was a dream, I'm really awake this time. THUMP. Oh shit what was that? I start to hear the growls again. The footsteps. The thumping, all up in the attic. "HAHAHAHAHAH" .. oh god it's, he's, whateverit's, is laughing. And like that deep, evil, satanic laugh we have all come to love from the movies. Straight from a movie. Doesn't get anymore demonic than that .. right?? right???? Whatever it was stepped on the spot in the attic that was right above me. "Oh daaaavvveee" .. oh what??? oh what??? "heh heh heh.. you're gonna die dave.. gonne DIE..." .. This can't be real. can't be.. can't be real. WAKE.. UP...

I find myself laying in my bed. OK.. is it gone.. am I AWAKE this time? Maybe I should pinch myself. OUCH yep.. that hurt. I'm awake. "HEH HEH HEH.. OH DAAAAAVVVEEE...." I look up. I'm laying in my bed, on my back, my girlfriend sleeping right next to me. FUCK ME I NEED TO PEE. I start to see this swirling, shadowy vortex open up in the ceiling. First the claws come out, then the hands. Then the arms. In the middle of this vortex I see blood red eyes. Yep the head is coming out. Oh god those teeth, look at those teeth! Wait those aren't teeth, more like a row of 6'' splinters you would pass for a mouth only a mother could love. OMG. "HAHAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAHAHA...." The.. thing.. moves closer. and closer.. and closer. I can feel it's breath on my face. I can't move.. paralysed. Holy shit .... ok god.. if you are real.. SAVE ME.

I wake up. My girlfriend is sleeping next to me. I'm laying on my side. Whew.. I'm FINALLY awake.. no shit this time. My heart is racing, I'm drenched in sweat. HOLY .. SHIT.. I need to take a pee. Nope.. there's no way I'm stepping one foot off this bed. I look out the bedroom door and it's black as black can be. I know 100% FOR SURE I'm awake this time. I squeeze up next to my girlfriend and hug her tight. I let out a whimper. She doesn't even budge. She's either dead asleep or simply ignoring me. Whatever, I will hold my bladder till tomorrow. I fall back asleep and dreamed of nothing till the morning came. Thank you, god

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a freaky dream last night, I guess you could call it a nightmare. Also two fragments.

23.00: Sleep

03.30: Time to come clean
I receive a text message on my phone. It's my mom, telling me something I don't want to forget about later that week. 'Oh god... How will I ever be able to look her in the eyes again? I put the phone in my pocket and start walking. Strangely enough the deeds I've done doesn't disturb me half as much as the thought of finally coming clean, but it has to be done. 'How many is it now? Three... No wait four.' I walk out on a bridge going over a road. I look down at what I'm holding. It's a human head with most of the flesh gone. I throw it over the bridge and watch it roll down the dim lit street. A parked van stops it and a loud "bang" follows. 'Someone must have heard that, it's done. They will find my prints on that head and put me away for ever.'

I walk across the bridge and take a right just after some shacks. I head down to the end of the street where a river is flowing by. 'Who have I killed now? My sister Malin, her friend Diana, some evil guy who did something bad and one more. Perhaps I should grab a canoe and just run away?' I feel so bad about it all, what I'm about to face, that I can barely take it. I open a cage nearby and take off my pants. I decide to see if anyone's found the head yet. I walk around the corner and should be able to see the van from behind now, but it's not there. There's just a big cleaning truck sweeping the streets.

The dream skips. I'm talking to my dad in his house. He says something about my sister Malin. "Oh, so I didn't do anything then!" I exclaim, happier than ever. I ask him about Diana. "She's been dead for a while now, you know that" he tells me. 'Fuck. That means I really killed her.'

05.30: Fragments
*I'm down at a football field made out of gravel. There are tracks from a car all around. My coworker David shows up and tells me he's the one responsible for them. I look up at the building and another coworker is up on the roof. He lifts a girl up and puts her down again. All of a sudden my friend Henrik appears and tells me that the guy on the roof eats alot of candy because that's good for you when you're working out alot. I tell them I usually eat nuts instead. David asks me if he can borrow my car. The place he's going to is not even a hundred meters away but he can't be bothered to walk.

*I'm in a car with Monica. We're on a paved road in the middle of the woods which is slick as hell. We almost go off the road. "I don't feel like visiting my mom anymore. Not now when her husband's got MS, they won't even remember me being there then" she tells me.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Alright, here are some dreams I've been too lazy to record that I've had since my last major entry, I'm finally getting them out of the way so I can post some actually interesting stuff that I'm dreaming about now. I don't remember exactly what days they happened anymore so I'm just going to number them.

#1

I was walking around college (although it looked like a fusion of my junior and senior high schools) with O but got separated from him, so I was searching around a hallway for him when Neil Patrick Harris ran up to me! I see that he's wearing a lab coat and instantly think "Oh, he must be part of the alien studies project." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me while running so I have to run to keep up with him, and he starts talking about how they're starting some alien autopsy study where they're doing the testing on human volunteers first... for some reason. He looks back at me and says "Thanks for doing this." to which I respond "I never agreed to do anything." He ignores me and starts talking about how all of the other human volunteers they've had so far have ended up having some horrible aftereffects that I don't really remember much of, but they generally sounded terrible. He stops running so I do too, and he looks back at me and squints and just stares for a second, then says "...You'll probably be fine." We start running again as I say "Probably??" He starts explaining the mechanics of what they're doing, which I also don't remember well, but I remember him saying "I don't think this causes too much blood." (Causes too much blood? ) Then he goes on to describe how the machine they use was having some really bad malfunction in all of their previous tests as well, and there were even more terrifying things happening to the volunteers as a result of it, but after he stops talking he stops running again and stares off into the distance and says "I think they fixed that." As he was explaining that last part we had entered a science class room, and then he took me through a door in the back into a small office-like room where there was a woman in a lab coat sitting at a desk. Then he turns to me and goes "But first, I'm gonna do a magic trick! " He makes himself turn invisible, and then reaches over (but of course I don't see it) to a bowl on the desk that's filled with cherries and grapes, still on branches. He picks them up and starts tying the branches together and the woman (his assistant) says "It looks like Arby's food!" and I laugh and say "It's just cherries and grapes!" and she SLAMS her hand down on the desk, points to me with a pissed-off look on her face and yells "You have been warned!!" (I have?? ) He finishes tying branches together and I realize that he's made a dragon sculpture out of them, and he even opens the mouth and starts making screeching sounds (and of course it looks like it's doing it on its own because he's invisible). I'm laughing hysterically at this point and dropping a large number of couch pillows which suddenly appeared in my hands. He makes himself visible again and hands me a piece of paper that tells me not to be so worried about my future, and just take life as it comes.

#2

I'm teaching a class and I'm doing my best to make sure that all of the kids behave, but they're all pissed off at me for some reason and they start stealing my keys and things just to torment me for hours until they finally hand in their homework to force me to do it for them and I realize that my dad's been making extremely hard extra homework for them to make them angry so I grab my keys from them and fly out of the room so fast that I leave a trail of demonic fire in my wake. (Flying has always been my strongest dream power for as long as I can remember, in non-lucids I generally travel at a normal speed but I can go pretty frickin' fast, the first time I tired it in a lucid it was accompanied by a sonic boom and the speed was so intense that it woke me up in about a second and a half. ) I make it home and start to cuss out my dad for being so irresponsible because's he's a teacher in real life! Then I walk out to the kitchen and see my mom there and say "Oh, mom's home." Somewhat anticlimactic of an ending lol.

#3

I'm in a plane crash with a group of people that I went to public school with, although most of whom I didn't normally associate with. I remember that part of the dream because it was intense, but after that there's a lot of blurriness until the point when we're finally getting back on a new plane to go to... well, wherever it was we were headed in the first place. But still, we're understandably a little freaked out at the thought of being on a plane again. J checks his bags ahead of me and then walks off to the seats (which are conveniently located about ten feet away from where you check your luggage ), and I check mine and plan to go sit next to him but I'm told that I have to go take the seat up in the cockpit behind the pilot because I'm "being a troublemaker." I say "Damnit, does this mean I have to talk to A the whole time?" (Referring to myself in third person, literally thinking it's someone else, who I guess I'm annoyed at the thought of having to talk to. ) The guy responds "Are you serious?" and points to the cockpit. I go sit down and I'm watching out the front window. The plane is already in the air and is doing some serious loops through the sky, but it seems like a normal way to fly at the time. I watch as our view goes back and forth between the sky and the ground (we're flying REALLY low!) and at one point I look at a billboard and see the face of Charlie from Lost, although his face wasn't actually on the board... it just invoked the image so intensely in my mind that I saw it as clear as day, but it didn't actually enter the dream scenery, it was just kind of on top of it, like my mind's eye vision was exactly as clear as my normal vision... kind of hard to explain. Anyway, I'm starting to feel a little anxious and sick, so I go to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror and see if I look like I'm sick or if I'm losing color or anything like that. When I get there, I see my face literally rotting, melting off, and turning to stone (especially my neck), and the grim reaper(!) is standing behind me. And I mean really detailed, with a fiery flowing black robe and blue and black swirls of smoke and a gigantic evil-looking scythe and this aura of pure darkness. I inspect myself a little closer and say "Nah, it's probably nothing, I'm just letting myself get psyched out." I walk into the cabin instead of going back to the cockpit and everyone screams and someone points at me and yells "Fridge neck!" I start freaking out again and go "Oh no, does it look bad??" and start scratching at my neck, while everyone starts making these D: faces that start expanding to be bigger and bigger until they cover their whole faces and then their jaws starts enlarging so that the face can keep expanding (which looks really, really cartoony), and then I wake up from an adrenaline rush.

#4

O and I and some other students from our college are eating in the cafeteria of some school other than our own, and one of the guys who goes to that school starts getting really pissed off saying that we're not allowed to eat any food except from one small area, but everyone does anyway. I like messing with the guy because he's being a prick, and eventually he's so angry that he starts going on this loud, ridiculous speech, that ends up having some religious undertones, about how it's THEIR school and THEIR food and THEIR right to eat and yadda yadda yadda.... O comes over to my table and laughs at him with me while we eat our food and I browse the internet on my laptop.

#5

This one is a little fragmenty. My log starts with this first part I don't really remember much about that reads "Save the world, emotional texting with M mad at dad to not be sad for him (crying)". After that my memory starts to pick up. I was playing a game, but I had to put it on hold to drive a friend of mine (M, but a different M from the first part) back to their car in [a nearby city] so that I could get back in time for the DMT revolution. I go to the back fridge we have to get something to drink, and when I get back there there are bottles of shampoo and large, empty glass mugs on top of the fridge for some reason. I just end up staring at them confused until I wake up.

#6

Somewhere before this dream I had a dream that happened in anime format, I wish I could remember it.

I'm having a sleepover with O, M, and S. Originally it was at my grandparents' house and we were listening to dubstep and it was making me sleepy so I eventually passed out. I had a dream-in-a-dream about doing some intense dance moves with an old friend, C, in some big fancy kitchen. But it didn't last long, and soon I woke up at the slumber party again when everyone else had already fallen asleep, although the scene had changed to my house. Everyone else starts waking up and we talk about music that we heard in our dreams (mine was "Here We Go" by Bassnectar) and it starts transitioning from night to day. We hear a noise outside by the window, so I slowly creep over to the door to look but I don't see anything, but not long after that the curtains magically open by themselves and we see a creepy man peering in. o_o We all start freaking out and the man comes to the door so I open it and ask him what he wants and he says that he needs to speak to my dad and that "it's a matter of presidential importance!" O says he'll go back to tell him, and I turn back to tell the guy to hold on and close the door. I turn around again and see that O is now in the back room getting something to drink (lazy ) so I go tell my dad instead. I go to their bedroom and walk in and see that my parents are both awake, so I tell my dad he's needed and run back out to the door. When I open it I see the guy with a bomb strapped to his knee!! I run back yelling "He's a bomber, he's a bomber!" and everyone scatters and jumps down into the furthest-away-from-him corners of the house while he detonates the bomb, and I close my eyes and the sound of the explosion wakes me up.

Another fragment that I remember from right after this dream, I was sitting at my computer watching a fractal generator in action, VERY cool. I wish I remembered more!

#7

Homer Simpson takes large amounts acid, shrooms, and morning glories and possibly other things at a nighttime hippie festival by [my middle school] and I see it as I'm walking by through the park, but somewhere down the line it changes to my cat, T, doing those things at a shamanic ritual in the same place. The next day O and I are at my house, and we're talking about how T must have tripped balls, and for some reason we have a white dachshund who's a little bigger than they would normally be, but I think she was actually representing an old cat we had, because we were aware that she was female and that T didn't like her, just like that cat. But now, T went over to her and started scratching her on her stomach (standing up with his paw outstretched, like a human ) until she gets up and happily runs away, and O and I talk about how T must have been humbled by his heavy experience. I feel inspired to take some mushrooms myself, which of course appear directly under me when I reach down to grab some. The dog comes over to me all happy and starts licking my nose while I'm laying on the ground waiting for them to kick in, and I wonder if she got a contact high from T. When I stand up everything is surrounded by rainbow auras and I'm starting to get heavy tracers, after I moved my arm there were three or four copies of it in different colors and levels of transparency. I follow O, T, and the dog into the laundry room and everything is starting to feel very dreamy (heh), then when I'm starting to feel some come-up energy building I turn around and walk away, and then I got woken up by the feeling.

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And there's that! Now I can get caught up to date with my next entry.

I probably could remember my whole dream, but I'm too tired to try.

On the other hand, it was really fucked up and I woke up gasping (you could say..)

I was being chased by a creature that looked very much like "Bigfoot". We were in a jungle, and I knew there were other bigfoots around too. As I was running, I noticed that I could push the trees down as I ran. This helped me get where(ever) I was going to a lot faster. I had just lost one bigfoot and then one appeared not far in front of me. I tried to hide but he saw me and started running at me.

Instantly, I was fed up and out of options. I knew I was dreaming at this point and I didn't think about what I should do. Instead, my fear and anger took over and started growling. I raised my arms above my head and I grew about triple the size of the beastly foot man. Suddenly I was on top of him, choking him, hold him down.

The next part is disturbing, so I'm going to stop there. Really don't want to think about it anymore.

Side notes: I think I've been more aware throughout my day. I really feel a change in the energy of my dreams. I just feel like I'm becoming more in tune to my dreams, because sometimes (most recently) I feel like I'm playing a role. It's kind of like I know that I'm dreaming, but I'm playing along with the script. I can't say that I've been "lucid" though. I was lucid in the last dream for a moment to know that I could control it, but then I began playing along again.

The things I've been doing differently are listening to binaural beats (gamma and beta) for a while during the day, and my choline intake has increased.

So, I'm very excited for a break from school and looking forward to my dreams over the next month.

I’m with my old friend, a girl who tried to kill herself a couple of years ago but lived. She says something, I don’t remember what, and I become furious. I hit her in the face to she falls to the ground. I kick her everywhere and I realize that she is going to die if I don’t stop. But no matter how hard I try to stop kicking her I just can’t. There is blood everywhere on my shoes and on my hands and a group of people have now gathered around me and my friend.
I beg them to do something and stop me from killing her but they just stand there, watching me with blaming eyes.
Suddenly, I hear sirens everywhere and the surrounding trees and bushes catch on fire. The people that was watching me beat up my friend earlier starts to chase me and are soon joined by the police and men wearing military uniforms.
I run throw the dark forest and those who hunt me are coming closer and closer and I realize that I’ll never outrun them, so I hide behind a large bush and they lose track of me. The sirens are gone and everything is now quiet. I’m starting to calm down but then I realize that I am sitting against a window. I turn around and see my friend that I abused earlier. Her face is pressed to the glace and there is blood pouring from her eyes and she looks scary as hell. She crushes the window and grabs me with her bleeding hands and pulls me throw it. Then I wake up.

Why do I have so many nightmares? I’m never afraid then I’m awake and it sure was awful watching her try to kill herself but it was many years ago now and she did survive. It’s annoying to have this dreams all the time.

I was out jogging in the forest, listening to music (Bruce Springsteen if that matters). When I come home I see my neighbor. He is standing next to my car looking angry. He points at my skateboard witch I for some reason have tied to my car and tells me to give it to him. Then I disobey he starts to grow and becomes very tall. He takes up a rusty knife from his pocket and chases me down the street until I wake up.

When people talk about having dreams, I fail to relate. By this I mean that they talk about fantastical things happening to them. Things like flying, or the earth being destroyed or something beyond unrealistic. Personally, my dreams are quite nearly the opposite. My dreams are basically memories being replayed or even edited.

I don't necessarily dream lucidly, no, I can only react in those memories, as I would in real life. Now that might sound rather dull, but I assure you that it's much more exciting than any lucid dream I've ever heard described.

When I say my dreams are edited I mean that it has fragments of memories folded, mixed, and smashed together to make something amazing.
For example, one of my favorite dreams to date is the one where me, my girlfriend (Redisreddish), and four others I know are in a skyscraper trying to fight off a horde of zombies.
Now that may sound crazy unreal, but it was too real. I have this weird thing where I can feel everything that's happening to me in dream. But the reason for this is due to the fact that everything I feel I've felt at some point in my life.
Other times the dreams are nightmares beyond comprehension. There have been times where I start out in the dream as me laying on a beach holding my girl and having a romantic moment (NOT SEXUAL!!!) and I feel knives entering my entire body.
People that lucid dream told me to just wake myself up, but you can't wake up from a memory!
At any rate, that's how I have dreams. If anyone reads this (but that I highly doubt) ask me more about my dreams if it interests you. I would also like to know if anyone else out there shares this kind of dreaming.
I'm also on facebook as Wes Hemenway.

I feel that this one is situated somewhere "Jistebsko" or so.
I am not sure how it all started, but there is an old lady living in a little house near a big one. She is a mother of the man living in the big house. I know her somehow. I think there is some money involved. Then once I go there with some friend and the window is open. I just get closer to the window and smell rotting meet. Then I spot her lying on the floor. She is dead. I am not sure what to do. For some reason I think that people might suspect me of murdering her. I even think that I did it. I think that I killed her with knife. So I leave. Then I come back few days later as someone calls me to check on her as they haven't seen her for some time. Well, surprise surprise!! I look inside the house again, just through the window. Now it smells really bad. I can just see her legs on the floor (the rest of the body is out of view). The meet of the legs is all bitten of my rats or perhaps other animals. I then go to the house to report that I found her dead. But the people walk towards me. They are shocked. Then they start asking me loads of questions. When they open the door to the house, the body is covered. There is a knife on the floor, all covered in blood. For some reason I think I had just the same knife. Then this man (from the house) reaches on a side... there is a little hole in the wall (near the stairs) and he pulls out a piece of paper. I take it off his hand.. I know that I wrote it. I crumble the paper instantly... than I think... "shit".. this is so suspicious. I look at the paper. Yes, I wrote it. But its about meeting some girl, some other one than I was seeing. I start explaining to the family, what the note means. I talk about Adriana (for some reason the note has something to do with her). They listen. I feel a lot of pressure on me. Then we talk about holidays... and I think "shit, I should just get out of here, somewhere far!"