nightmare

I was in a dark room with some barrels and chairs. I heard footsteps so I tried to hide. All of the sudden the Amnesia Monster breaks down a door and starts toward me. I screamed, and another one busted down the other door. They hissed, "We're coming to get you!" and I screamed louder.

When I woke up, I was in my first block Government class. My teacher was shaking my shoulder and calling me a "coal bucket." I hope I wasn't actually screaming.

No WBTB, because I forgot again, and no MILD, and no LD.

First, I wrote down in my dream journal "Talk in song." I don't remember what this means.

Then, I remember smoking with Anthony and John, but then I was in this haunted house with Anthony and Alec. This part of the dream was very interesting, but I don't remember really any of it, aside from ghosts, and that it had a weird plot.

Then, I was in my backyard of my current house with my cousin, Ryan, and his step dad, Butch, who I've known for the majority of my life. We were tossing around a baseball, and it was a very sunny day. For some reason, in this dream I couldn't catch a ball, and I kept either missing, or running away from the ball like I was afraid of it. I also couldn't throw it at all.

I also wrote down a song that popped into my head. This happens a lot, and when they pop up, I can hear the specific instruments, and the special effects and everything. It's pretty cool, but anyway, I wrote down the intervals in my dream journal so I didn't forget them. I went to play them on the piano when I woke up, and it didn't sound as good.

Then, I remember this part where I was in class, drumming on my desk, like I always did. Kate Barr, who was the first person I had a crush on back in 1st through like 4th grade, asked me to stop because it was getting annoying. I explained to her that it wasn't a big deal. Then she said it was unhealthy. I said, "How is it unhealthy? It's just one of those nervous habits that you do passively, like chewing a pen cap, or jiggling your leg." She replied with, "Oh, that's really bad, you should stop." Wtf?

Then I was in my old house, and I was with Ephraim, Stephanie (?), and some third person. We were In my upstairs hallway, and we were outside the bathroom working on this chemistry lab assignment. We had this bowl of green solution, which was acid or something. Ephraim kept talking or humming or something, and one of the group asked him to stop because he breath was bad. When I was looking at the bowl of acid, everything around me turned into a classroom. My group mates were gone. Some how, the class was done, and I got a good grade. Then we found out that we had two more hours before the class was over. Anthony was there, and he didn't do his chem lab, and he needed to or else he would fail. I said, "Just do it, you have two more hours." His argument was that we had two more hours until school was over, not two more hours for this class alone.

The clearest part of my dream was the last one I had. I was at my Dad's, but his house wasn't the apartment he lives in now. It was a very large mansion. We were standing in front of a vault with a picture of a lady on the front. He said, "You're going to get married some day, right?" I said, "Yes, but I don't really find anyone interesting." Then, we were playing a word game on this little table in a hallway. The hallway was huge, and could easily pass for the main room in a fairly large house. We were up against a wall playing. It was Scrabble, but it was DE that it was something else. Anyway, someone played the word "omniscient" and we got into an argument about who was pronouncing it correctly. I said om-ni-shint. He said om-ni-sigh-ant. I told him I was right, but he wouldn't believe me. He went to get a dictionary, and I said, "Don't worry about it, let's just play the game." He said he already had the book out. He found the word, and found out that I was right. Then he said something he would NEVER say in real life, "I hate it when you think you're right, but then you just prove me wrong." It's actually pretty funny for me to write that down, because my dad is a smart guy, he's not usually wrong. In fact...I can't remember a time when I proved him wrong in anything, really. Anyway, Sean wasn't there because he was busy with some stuff, because he was living on his own or something. After the whole dictionary thing, he suggested that we go to breakfast. I wanted to show him some of the music I listen to on the way there, and I got images of us driving there while listening. Then "More Than A Feeling" by Boston started playing in the background. Then the song switched to something by Fleet Foxes. Anyway, I was about to get up, when I saw something in my eye. There was this black spot in my vision that wouldn't go away. My left eye closed, and I could now barely see. My dad said something like, "Let's go! We're going to be late." I said that I can't. I couldn't because of the thing in my eye, but I didn't mention this yet. We then had a back-and-forth that escalated into argument. Then I said, "I can't because I can't see!" He thought I meant that I was blind. I reassured him that I could see, but I can't open my left eye, and there is something in my right. He looked in my right eye, and said there was nothing in there. Suddenly, I was in the bathroom, which was the bathroom of my current house, and I was looking in the mirror to find a black thing in my eye. I didn't see anything, but all the while, I could see it in my vision. Then I went to the bathroom, and for some reason there was a shower head over the toilet that turned on, but I didn't get wet. There was also this plastic grate over the toilet. And poop appeared in the toilet even though I was peeing. Then I noticed that there were ants crawling up me. I couldn't flick them off because my right hand wasn't working, and they were really strong. I brushing them off, and they either clung onto me, or clung onto my hand. I was freaking out. Then I woke up, and saw an ant-shaped piece of fuzz right in my vision where the thing was in my dream. It was also the ant that I saw crawling up my chest, and was the reason I couldn't brush them off, since I wasn't actually moving the fuzz out of my vision. Crazy stuff.

I decided to take 50 mg of melatonin a couple hours before bed to see if it had any significant effect on my dreams last night. I took it at 8:00 pm and got to bed around 10:00 pm. I'd say it definitely made them a bit more detailed and vivid but overall didn't really help with my recall much. I think I'll stick to reguler amounts from now on. But, it was quite a night, so without further ado!

12:53 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare

The dream's been taking place in some kind of outdoor learning center or school or something in the Amazon. I don't remember much leading up to this point, but I'm in a large auditorium seating area with several other students, a few of which I recognize from my K-12 years. Above me are a couple of guys I've known since elementary school named N and T and some of their friends though I don't remember which ones they were now. They're trying to complete some complicated math homework and they know that I'm a bit of a math nerd so they just stare at me expectantly. I sigh and say "Alright, tell me the problems." In the meantime we decide to leave the seating and travel to another part of campus. The transportation is a system of trains that run on one giant rail road track, there are two trains that each run on just one rail next to each other and they always run in opposite directions so that from the point of view of the train moving forward you're always on the right-sided rail. The trains still look pretty normal though, it's just that they only have the wheels on their right side on the track. The tracks themselves are set up on top of large rivers, so the trains actually run over water. I was in the middle of working out one of the more difficult problems, which upon waking I realize makes no sense whatsoever, but then I noticed that our train had broken off the rail and was slowly moving over to the other side. I start freaking out and saying to myself "No, no, no, please go back to the other side, please go back..." but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I notice that we're about to hit broken track that just caves in to the river and I start to panic. There's one open window near the front of the train car where no one is, but other than that we're totally sealed in. There are also seat belts for some reason. I look back and say "Hurry, we have to get out of here!" and everyone starts struggling to escape their seats, including myself, because the belts are unnecessarily complex. Unfortunately, we weren't fast enough and the train fell through the cracks and water starter pouring into the open window. My heart starts beating really fast and I wake up as soon as the water hits me. At least that's over....

3:58 am - Non-lucid

I'm at some kind of big department store that reminds me of Target. I got to the "candy isle" because I'm trying to find this nonexistent candy that's said to be extremely tiny but have a powerful burst of flavor. I also noticed after waking up that Sara Bareilles's "Love Song" was playing on loop throughout the store. (Well, it is a good song lol.) I finally found the candies, and they were REALLY tiny! Like, the size of ants or smaller. There was something you were supposed to do with them to make art involving some equally small colored pencils that come in the box but I had such a hard time getting them out that over the course of trying to accomplish that whatever that artistic thing was kept changing. Eventually the candies disappeared and I forgot what I was doing and realized that I was in the magazine/comic book isle, so I just started browsing until I woke up. Hmm....

5:25 am - Non-lucid, Memorable

I was wondering how soon I'd get to log one like this in the dream journal! I spent a lot of time in this dream walking around the park near my house, but I really only remember the end of it. I think my cousin was in it at some point, but... nah, it's gone. *fragment!* I was actually doing something up to this point, but somehow it changed to myself and my friend O helping my friend M and her old boyfriend Z. Z had (apparently, but probably not actually) told us earlier that he wanted to try LSD and he had managed to get some, but then before getting to use it he had lost it in the forest and he wanted us to search for it with him. So, we started looking for it. It took us a while but we saw it in the distance, but this old guy came out of nowhere and grabbed it before we could! (What a jerk!) A large playground suddenly popped out of the ground next to where we were, which of course didn't seem odd at all, and we chased him all the way up to the top of one of the structures where he tried to make us pay him a ridiculous price for it if we wanted it back. We managed to wrestle it out of him. Then out of nowhere, the top of the structure we were on leaned all the way forward to touch the ground, then let go and sent me flying off like a catapult.

This is where it gets weird, so stick with me here. I wasn't in the dream anymore, I was just seeing things from a third person perspective. The setting was some kind of strange-looking tent, and there were eight different poles, as two rows of four one right in front of the other, that I was seeing at an angle so that without depth it looked like all eight poles were lined up together. There were things wrapped around each pole that looked kind of like really poorly designed voodoo dolls of cartoon characters with lots of spiked hair. Each one of them was exactly the same, but they represented different people. The four in the back row represented a parent, while the four in the front row represented one of their children. Lastly, they were all tripping on LSD, with their position on the pole showing how hard they were tripping, with higher being harder. Although I was seeing this all in this strange perspective, I was also aware of the fact that from the first person perspectives of each of these people, they were just in a normal room and everyone else looked like a normal person. Either the pair all the way to the left or the next one most inward of them (it's hard to remember now) was a father and son and they were having an argument. The son was higher up on the pole, so tripping harder, than the father and he was saying that the father is old news, he doesn't have the spirit in him that he did in his youth and that the son was... uh, I guess usurping his throne, or whatever you want to call it. So the father got angry, feeling like his authority was being challenged or whatever, and propelled himself WAY up the pole, much higher than anyone else. Most of the other people let out a loud gasp.

Now, my perspective has been placed into the father, so I'm seeing a normal-looking world again. I'm in the room but I'm only facing one corner of it, and there's a man and a woman looking at me in shock. Everything in the room starts to take on a deep purple tint and look liquidy, and the woman says "He's tripping balls." and as she says it time begins to slow down and her voice gets deeper and stretched out. Everything starts to take on a very lagging movement, like it would move really slow and then skip forward a couple seconds. The man and woman start to transform into a doctor and nurse but they quickly become kind of like demented and somehow sexualized caricatures of themselves and they latch on to each other and start to make out with each other in a very graphic and over-the-top way. My vision pulses and suddenly I'm back to a third person perspective, but this time it's still of a "normal" world. There is a line directly down the center of my vision that represents a wall with a door in it sticking outward from me. There are two rooms, one small one with very little furniture in it on the right, and a kitchen with doors leading to other rooms on the left. The colors in the rooms are vivid but kind of washed, making it look like a very strange cartoon or something similar. In the right room is Lois, the mom from Malcolm in the Middle, who for some reason keeps making an appearance in my dreams that are extremely weird like this one. She is running into walls, babbling, and laughing like a maniac. In the left room is O, my friend from before, and the man and woman, listening to what Lois is doing through the door. Lois trips over a tiny stool in the room and faints, and O asks if they should do something about it, but the man replies "No, her heart just slowed, it's okay." After that, the scene started fading away and I woke up.

I wonder what's in store for tonight?

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I really wanted to get back to bed and dream some more after this last one, I did wake up pretty early after all, but I didn't manage to. *yaaaawn* Oh well, that's all for now!

i'll start with the two that weren't nightmares because the two that were nighmares were very similar (even though they were not consecutive)

i had to open this vault for these two ex-friends of mine that i had seen a few hours ago......i was the only one there with the code.....they weren't as rude to me as they usually are...and they brought out this strange cake....it was a vanilla cake with red jello poured into slits in it.......i was eating it with my hands and 5-6 preschoolers wanted some and i told them to take only a bite at first to see if they like it and then they can have more if they like it (which is what my gram told me about new foods the whole time i was growing up)

the other two were types of assisted living facilities.....i was a patient (which is something i fear because my docs want to take me out of school to put me in one if i can't get my depression under control)

the one was like a really old house and it had hard wood floors....i was the maid

the other i was a patient and tied into a wheel chair because i kept climbing on stuff otherwise

in both they threatened me with needles if i didn't cooperate (which is my biggest fear)

Last Nights Dream
I am at a dog kennell and I am washing a lovely dog, maybe it was a husky but i'm not 100% sure he is grey in colour. As he is lying down on the floor he looks to the edge of the floor and says "vowell" I look and say "a what?" again he says "vowell" I look closer and there is a little animal that looks like a mole but is only as big as my little finger, i go to it and clasp it in my hands, I am walking across the room to put it safe in the corner out of the way. Soeone says "where are you putting it?" I say "in the corner where it will be safe" I return to the dog who is now standing, 2 people look at him and want him, I reluctantly let them have him . I am now with another dog, he is brown and i'm very unsure of him. ((dream skip)) I am in my house and I have the dog with me, my king-charles spaniel called cookie is in the main room so I go into the kitchen with this dog as I am worried it may harm cookie, I shut the kitchen door behind me. The dog jumps up me and I say "NO..DOWN", he jumps up me again so again I say "DOWN!", he jumps up again so this time I yell really loud at him "NO GET DOWN!!!!!!" but he doesn't listen and instead he gets nasty and bites down hard onto my right hand . I am really scared now and panick...I try to fight him off. The dog releases me and I turn round to see where he is and he has now turned into a psychopathic bitch!!, she has short dark hair and is scruffy and crazy looking, she is holding knives..both of her hands are full of knoves. I take a cloth and hold it in my hands and say "give me the knives" I say it in a calm voice and she begins to drop the knives slowly into the cloth..I then say "and that one" she then places the last one into the cloth. I wrap them up tight and walk into the front room, I am walking to the settee and I hide them there out of harms reach. My 2 daughters L and P walk in and leave the fromt door open, I panick incase cookie gets out and runs off. I shout to them "DOOR" they just look at me, I now scream to them "DOOR!", they don't respomd so I scream at the top of my lungs "SHUT THE DOOR!!" At this point I wake up and shout out "shut the door", it comes out a bit blabbery and I begin to giggle. My head is a little fuzzy and I go back to sleep but don't remember anymore dreams after this one )

Last nights dreams
Deam 1 fragments
I had a dream where something was biting chunks out of someones arm, don't know what but the man showed me his arm, on one of the bites I could see throught to the bone!

Dream 2 fragments
Again a dream about someone being bitten by that thing and this time I also was being bitten but I couldn't see by what.

Dream 3
I am in a lighthouse and there are 3 men with me. I go upstairs and 1 of the men is lying down on the flat metal of the stairs. There is a leak or something and there is lots of water all over where he is lying. I am holding a white cloth and I am wiping up around the man, trying to mop all the water up. He keeps farting and they smell really, really bad, I say "for fuck sake..you fuckin stink" ((lol)) I see the main 1 of the 3 and I say "have you smelt that smelly fucker" he says "smell him!" then he speaks a load of jibberish...I say to the man that keeps farting "see, he can't even speak they smell that bad" I then notice that the leak is coming from the other side of the lighthouse, I go over to the other side and mop that up aswell. A bloke standing by the edge of the stair at the top nearly falls backward off them, I say "steady on there!", he then goes down the stairs and goes to sleep on an old settee. I go and get a big blue coat but this one has no sleeves to it and it's like a puffer jacket. I walk over to the man lying on the settee I say "are you ok on there?" He nods yes with his eyes closed. I gently put the puffer jacket over him to keep him warm and he turns into my husband, I lean over him and kiss him goodnight, I also say something to him I can't remember what though and then I wake up.

Dream 4
I am in a white van with my husband. I am driving and i'm looking for somewhere to park. My husband tells me where to park and directs me into a really big car park it was very confusing but we eventually found somewhere to park.Me and my hubby get out of the van and go somewhere. ((dream skip)) I am going back to the van and i'm on my own, I get to the van and there is a man and a woman there they are looking at my van, he had short blonde hair and was wearing a denim jacket. She had long black hair, a pale complection and was quite thin and tall. They were both being nice to me then all of a sudden the man jumped into my van, I am going mad then see him nod his head to the woman. I stand still and get ready for her to come round the van, she comes round from the back of the van and lunges at me, I punch her really hard and she lands on the floor then I kick the shit out of her. The bloke has the top half of his body sticking out of the sunroof on my van, I jump ontop of my van and angrily drag him out of the sunroof, I grab his neck and twist it untill i break it they are now both dead. I see some of their family members so quickly hide their bodies behind my van. I open the back doors to my van and quickly chuck the 2 dead bodies in but the womans body falls to the floor, I leave it there and her mom sees her and screams so I run! I find my hubby and tell him what happened and what i've done, he walks with me back to the van, we look for the van but we cant find it, I turn round and notice that I have 2 of my daughters with me S and J. We eventually find the van but it took us ages and it has now started to rain..I now wake up.

Dream 5
This dream starts with a faulse awakening but unfortunatley I don't realise
In my dream I have just woken up in bed, I turn round and see my hubby lying beside me I think "why's K here, he must have come home from work, maybe somethings happened like a planet is close or something!" I turn to him again after some thought and say "what you doing back home?" he looks at me and says "something has happened in space and a planet is due to hit us, other planets have been pushed closer to us aswell" I absolutley shit myself My hubby points up to the sky and says "look", our bed is now outside in the street! I look up and I can see a huge black and red planet to my right, it is spinning slowly and moving a little closer, I can also see 2 other little planets in the sky. The sky is dark and it was an amazing sight but the fear I had in me was undescribable. My hubby says "the Army are trying to send a missile up to it but they don't know if they will do it in time" I gasp and start to worry even more. I'm thinking about my kids and my hubby and how I don't want them to go through this and die and how I don't want to die either and be without them. My hubby says "we have to make the most of the time we have left", we didn't tell the youngest what was happening but my other daughter S was very inquisitive so I took her a little down the road where she could see properly. In the sky we see like a big dragon thing, its very long and has lots of legs, it's flying inbetween the buildings, this creature is from space and is here because all of space and the planets are being shoved into us. S says " I don't want to see, take me back!" She is scared ao we go back to our bed and sit down. I sat and admired the planets I was amazed that I could see it so close but at the same time i'm scared out of my witts!!!!!

Dream 6 fragment
Something about a baby, she only wanted me and no-one else, she was about a year old. I felt like she was my baby but she wasn't, she was a beautifull baby.

last nights dreams

Dream 1
I am at C's house, her me and a few more women are there. We all have kids but all the kids are babies, I can sence something evil in the room with us. The evil takes my 2 babies they are just gone, and takes another womans 2 babies aswell. I am crying hysterically i want my babies back so badly I'm so worried about them. My husband is asleep on the floor, I go over and look at him and he wakes up, he begins to cry because he wants his kids back. I see the other women going into a small tiny room like place, they are going to get their kids. I walk over and move the curtain the is hanging in the doorway and walk in, it's all black in here and there are white biys everywhere, I wait and my kids dont come back to me , I walk out and again i'm crying hysterically. My husband is now going mad...some woman who is with us says to my hubby "you BOTH want your kids back, she is the Mother you know, she's upset aswell" I am now sitting at a table with 5 other women and I am holding baby bottles. 2 of the women go and sit on 2 of the other womens laps, they then morph together, i'm watching and thinking "this is very odd" One of the women now come over to me and she tries to sit on my lap, there is no way i'm letting her morph with my body so I am pushing her away then I wake up.

Dream 2
I am again at C's house I really don't want to be here, I'm thinking "your such a selfish bitch" about her. She starts moaning because her house is dirty and she has to clean it. She starts cleaning up, her ex-boyfriend is there aswell and he is also helpong her to do it. My kids are all here with me and they start arguing with C's kids, C goes upstairs and I follow ((dream skip)) I am walking from my house and going down the road, I have 2 of my kids with me P and S. We see C's daughter L she is with another girl who I don't know. P suddenly shouts out "L, you tramp!", I cuss P and tell her to shut up!!! We have now reached C's house I am no longer with P but have my other daughter L here in her place. I poke my daughters L and S in the back hard and shove them towards C's front door, I say to them "go on then...you wanted to call for her so go on then". We are all standing at C's front door. My daughters L and S see some kids playing on the front lawn and go over to them, they decide to stay out and play with them. I push the green front door open, I walk in and see C in the kitchen with her sister A. C is cleaning the blind to her window I think to myself "that blind is a bit posh for her" I examine it and realise it's an expensive one. It is green and blue and has a nice floral pattern on it and green ruffling around the edges. I say to C "whats up...did it get mouldy and you've had to clean the mould off?" she says "no but i've got to go to college soon, i'm starting an art course so I need to clean up"..I think "her do an art course at college...no way, she's way too lazy" I then hear a loud bang on the front door, it startles me...I look round and my daughter L screams "MOM IT'S SOPHIE" I panick and quickly rush out...i'm thinking "ohh god please not the road...not the road" I see all the kids standing by a certain spot on the grass, I see the top of S's head and a little bit of her face, she is sinking in the mud...I hear gargling sounds coming from her and see a few bubbles coming from her mouth and then she dissapears under it. Me and my other daughter L are next to the spot where she sank and I am now in slow motion, L says calmly "you just have to pop your hand in and get her like this" and she rolls her sleeve up, I scream to her "move you silly fucker she's going to sink too far down and die!!!" I try to reach down into the boggy mud quickly but I can only move in slow motion. My daughter has sank and I wont give up. I battle to get my hand in and manage it, I feel about for her but I don't feel anything, I reach down further and feel her fingers, I grab them claspong hold of them tight I know that if I loose her she will sink too far down and I won't be able to get her back then. I pull hard and I feel her moving, I am pulling her up as hard and as fast as I can but then I wake up. (( this is the most disturbing dream I have ever had, never do I want to have a dream like this ever, ever again))

I'm only posting a slight fragment of a dream cause certain things don't connect well, and the dream after this is fuzzy. So me, my father, my sister and mother are all on a road trip. We have my cat in the car, she jumps out the window and stands on the sideview mirror, for some reason we don't care, we just sit there and watch. All of the sudden my dad swerves the RV and avoids a crash, we all tumble around. I get up after we straighten up and look at him and ask him. "What happened to the cat." He responds with "She must of fallen off and been killed." I realize we can't stop cause we're on the freeway. I start to scream and weep in frustration. And then I wake up and smile when I see that my cat is ok.

So I had a dream I was in my back yard doing some work, all of the sudden one of our neighbors that lives behind us, lassos me with a rope and starts to pull me toward him. I'm able to yell to my family, in which I see in the window, I'm actually able to tap the window to try to get there attention, it takes about 3 taps before they finally notice. Instead of coming to my aid my dad tells me to use my strength against him. I'm like "WHAT?!" so all of the sudden I have super human strength and I run like heck, he releases the rope and I'm able to get inside my house safely. Afterward my dad refuses to call 911 and says some mumbo jumbo about releasing hounds(we don't even have any dogs). Afterward I go to my moms bedroom and look out the window and I still see the man their, just standing their looking at the other window, staring at it. Afterward I look back and see my cat sleeping next to a turtle on the bed, I turn around again and see her sleeping somewhere else, I walk down the hall and shes sleeping in the hall, then all of the sudden shes sleeping in 5 places at once. Then I wake up.

This nightmare may have just been a result from eating junk food before bedtime, but this is kind of extreme IMO. I've never had a nightmare where I died from a specific injury. Dreams of death have always been something quick where I woke up when I died and didn't feel any pain. So... yeah... here we go...

I was back in my hometown driving alone at night in a bright red sports car (think Supra/3000GT/300ZX). Specifically driving outside a parking garage near an old job.

This parking garage is reoccurring in many of my dreams, and seems to have unlimited levels. If I do get out of this parking garage in my dreams, I'm normally in a red truck without breaks and I roll down a massive hill into a hotel but remain uninjured.

I'm not completely sure what happened, just that I was suddenly in an immense amount of pain. I panicked as I realized the top row of my teeth had been shoved inward and upwards as if something had impaled the roof of my mouth and shoved it into my skull. There wasn't any blood, just a gruesome jumbled bone mess.

I realize I am in a lit room as I am panicking about needing to be rushed to the hospital. My coworkers are around me doing their jobs, oblivious to the fact I am in serious need of medical attention. Strangely, I am not at my normal place of work... I'm in a deployed location (I am military so that's not entirely strange). One girl I'm not necessarily friends with stops and looks at me. She asks me what's wrong, and I reply "I'm dead." She says "That sucks!" with a smile on her face, and continues on her way.

At this point I realize no one is going to help me get to a doctor, and it sinks in that I am dead. I frantically try to get a hold of my husband to let him know that I love him and that I have died. I'm deployed in my dream, and he is normally extremely difficult to get a hold of since he works where he can't get cell signal, so I don't know how to get in touch with him. When I can't figure out how to contact him I start to feel sick to my stomach. I then remember our three children (We don't have children yet) and the sinking feeling gets worse. I begin to cry and worry my family will think I abandoned them.

I look around and see another coworker who is normally extremely quiet sitting at a table. He's quiet and keeping to himself like normal, but he appears translucent. I get the feeling he had died as well. We don't talk normally, so we didn't talk here. I look to the opposite corner of the room and find an older black phone and pick it up. I dial my Dad's place, and can see him and my step mother sitting across from each other talking in my own little "vision cloud." I hear a faint ringing and my Dad answers his phone. I burst into more tears and cry into the phone, "DADDY, I DIED!" I have no idea if he heard me or not, but his expression tells me he may have heard something and wasn't too sure of it himself.

I dropped the phone and couldn't contain it anymore. I was in tears and completely sick to my stomach. I screamed that I wasn't ready to die and woke up.

I’m glad my quick-as-lightning typing isn’t waking up my friend who is passed out next to me, but I figure that being up at 3am unable to sleep due to a friggin’ head cold is as good an excuse as any to type out my weird ass lucid experience.

I think a large part that may have contributed to my dream has been the stressful circumstances I went through in the months prior. I did type all of them out at one point, but then the site decided to log me out and I lost about a half hour worth of typing and I really can’t be bothered to retype what was lost as this is going to be one hell of a long ass Journal as is. But this dream was just so effing weird..

I’m one of these lucky people who dream frequently; when I was much younger, three or four times a week I’d be crawling into my parents bed because I’d have had a nightmare, and almost every other night I would have had a dream of some sort. I so occasionally go through dry spells where I don’t remember dreams, but I have a fantastically over active imagination and have had some fantastic and terrifying experiences to do with sleep.

I’ve experienced a false awakening once before this. I have also suffered from sleep paralysis before and been totally conscious through the whole experience. I even did the whole Kill Bill “wiggle your big toe” drama of trying to move again. That was one of the most horrible experiences I’ve gone through, waking up and being paralysed. Very uncool, but thankfully it only lasted perhaps a minute, even though it felt longer.

Both these experiences happened in the bedroom of my Dad’s house; I grew up in the same house for eighteen years, and was in the same bedroom for ten of those years. In that room, there’s a 60cm by 60cm closet, and so happens to be the setting for my lucid dream. I was in that bedroom with three other people who were meant to be my friends (thinking back I haven’t a clue who they actually were) and the room was perfect from what I could tell. I opened the door to my closet and there was a huge three bedroom apartment inside. As soon as I saw it, I though “this isn’t right…” So I take a step back and look up, and sure enough there is a number 3 on top of the door frame, with 2 and 1 either side of it. The colour of the wall around the door frame has changed also, and I can sense that instead of my reasonably spacious room I’m now in a much narrower space.

It was at this point where I thought “this must be a lucid dream!” And suddenly everything starts to pitch and shift around me as if I was in the middle of a vortex with the contents of the dream draining from around me. Vertigo accompanied this sensation, and so I closed my eyes really tight and kind of focused on staying asleep while not focusing on anything in particular at the same time. No clue how it worked, but when I opened my eyes I was now in a shopping mall, with complete awareness that this was still a dream.

This shopping mall was open planned and packed full of people; kind of like a Wal-Mart. All four walls were made of glass and I could see outside into a concrete square of sorts. Something quite interesting about the mall was that it was rotating slowly. Anyway, I started to wander amongst the clothes section, when I decided I would test my capabilities in this new found area of my subconscious, and decided that I wanted classical music to play.

I never specified a composer, and I don’t believe I recognized the piece of music that played, but symphony music filled the mall. This got me quite excited, and thinking along the lines of “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” and so I decided I wanted to find a certain friend of mine in this wonder-mall. I start to bob and weave through the punters in the mall when I see this kid coming towards me. He must have been only12 or 13, because he was about a head shorter than I and looked about that age. I don’t know why I clocked him, but as he got closer to me, he started to get taller and taller, until he was more than a head taller than I and right in front of me. I was then boxed in by two more tall 12/13 year olds. I asked them “what are you doing?” and the one who I specifically noticed coming towards me replied “we’re protecting you”. “From who?” I probed; “From Him.” And the boy pointed towards the far side of the mall.

There was a figure there, around average height for a man, dressed in an undertaker’s suit complete with shiny black shoes, white shirt and a black bowtie. His skin however, was a deep burgundy colour, and looked as dry as a desert floor, with deep, dark cracks seeping a dark substance. His hands were a big larger than a man’s, with black talon like nails. He had dark, dark eyes (I don’t want to say black as I was too far away) and deep brown hair a few inches long swept back from his forehead. The two most noticeable things about him though, were the goats’ horns growing out and back from his hair line, and the content grin showing off bright white teeth. I can only compare the expression to that of a cat that has cornered a mouse.

I was terrified, and experiences a good few moments of this terror before I woke up. I was in my Dad’s bed, in his bedroom and a sudden wash of relief swept over me. It wasn’t allowed to last, though, as again I don’t think even a minute passed till I heard a voice saying “found you!” and all of a sudden there was a demon sitting either side of me. I wish I could describe these demons, but their form has slipped from my memory, and again I jolted awake.

I was in my friends bed, lying on my stomach, trying to open my eyes, but they were so heavy and cloudy, and no matter how I blinked I couldn’t clean my vision. There was an ungodly screaming coming from my phone (I have a Blackberry Torch), so I reached out with leaded arms and fumbled my phone from the bedside table. It was exceptionally low on battery, and flashing red (which it doesn’t do when it’s low on battery), and was connected to a contact called “Axe” (I have no contact called Axe in my phone). I hung up the phone but without even ringing it automatically connected back to this “Axe” and the screaming continued. No matter how many times I hung up it would just connect straight back and the screaming would flood the room. I felt as if there was something heavy on top of me weighing me down, and I think it was a mirror as through my blurred vision if I looked up slightly and moved an arm I could see something mimicking my movements. I pushed this heavy object off me but I was exhausted from doing so, and then perspective changed to a birds’ eye view and I saw two demons creeping in through the window. Again, the forms of these demons escapes my memory, but I woke up again, still in my friends’ bed, and still on my front.

I could tell I was awake this time, and I was greatly stressed and exhausted from the exertion of these dreams. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, and within seconds there were two demon silhouetted against a red background. Long, skeletal beings, as though each part of their bodies had been stretched like putty. I snapped my eyes open and called a Wiccan friend of mine at that point and told him all of what had transpired. He put it down to stress, and part of me agrees with him; I’ve been reading up on lucid dreaming and I understand that sleep paralysis can happen after lucid dreaming, and that night terrors also occur during sleep paralysis. I just can’t get past the horned figure in the undertaker suit, as I was acutely aware that he was the Devil. I also find it very disturbing how I had to wake up twice from my lucid dream in order to actually be “awake”.

I passed out about an hour from exhaustion about an hour after all this happened, and didn’t dream that day or night. I’ve been very hesitant to try lucid dreaming again since this experience, however.

Was outside Seattle it was friday. I had my staff with me and was spinning it. I had a lot of random girls come up and complement me on my spinning. One girl was fucked up on a purple monkey and offered me one. I declined and kept spinning. There were two other spinners on the street and I went to join them and spin with them. I stoles my staff a few time but didn't care. All of a sudden my vision was super blurry. A girl was leaning on me and said she really liked my energy over everyone elses. I said something and she laughed really hard. She wondered why she liked me so much. I told her I could see up and every time a tried to turn right I was sent back left. I some up and told kara about the dream. She told me I couldnt turn right in dreams. I thought back and realized I couldn't turn right. I laughed with kara about it for a bit. we were back at our old place and back in our living room. Kara and I got into a fight with Leo and dina about cleaning. They said we didnt clean enough. We went back to our room and talked a bit. I defended Leo and said he was doing more than ever. I left the room and saw he was listening in. I suddenly heard scary music and was terrified. Leo and I ran into the living room. We had a large tv there that was blocking the balcony and windows. It was really off and gave me a horrible feeling. There was a red flow and creepy music. I told Leo and he said I knowwwww ggggg and started laughing. I woke and wrote the dream in a false awakening

Please excuse the poor capitalization.

This is the second day trying the WBTB method, the first being the 19th. No lucid dream.

Unfortunately, most of the dreams I remember had to do with just staring at piano keys I believe. However, the reason i don't remember much is because I almost had an OBE/WILD!

Twice!

Maybe it had something to do with the wake back to bed method? Although I think I just got lucky and started to wake up at the right time.

the most i remember of my dreams is only a few leading up to the first time.

I remember watching TV with dad, but for some reason it was at our house. he was eating grapefruit, and i was on the floor. i forget what i was doing on the floor, but the show we were watching was like a collaboration between family guy and american dad. i was like "i don't remember them being the same show." then, i remember listening to Other Lives (good band, I recommend) in my room. I had headphones on, an i was trying to crawl under the rockband drumkit. my logic was that they wouldn't have made the songs in such a way so that you couldn't fit. then, i remember seeing a cartoon black girl, who was very short, wore a yellow dress, and had big eyes, and an afro. she said something. I don't remember what is was, but the point is that is was supposed to be evil or something. or maybe she screamed. i don't remember. but then, i told sean and dad about it, and dad said that i should show him the clip, so we can do something about it. i said ok, and i was up in my room looking for it. apparently, the ghost didn't want me to do this, and came after me. it was DE that it was holding me down on the bed, so the dream turned into a nightmare, with my sleep paralysis making it seem more real. i started to wake up, and i couldn't move, or yell for help. i was still half asleep so i still thought the ghost was after me. after i realised i was waking up, i felt them. the vibrations of anyone who has ever experienced an OBE/WILD.
i didn't understand it at first, but as soon as i was actually awake, i immediately understood, and was disappointed that i didn't try anything.

the vibrations felt like when your hand JUST falls asleep. its not the pins and needles kind, it the rumbly, tingly, vibration kind. or maybe it feels like when you hit your funny bone, but all over your body, and without the pain.

the second time this started to happen, i was like "cool at least i get a second chance." i tried to will myself out of my body (for an OBE), but nothing worked. maybe i need to actually try to physically move? ill try that next time (although I should be focusing on lucid dreaming lol), with my hand under my leg, so that if i can raise my hand, i know it went through my leg.

i had more dreams after i went back to sleep finally, but I don't remember them because i couldn't take my mind off the almost WILD/OBE.




I remembered later in the day that my final dream was about this weird hotel/learning camp? Cosmo Kramer was there, as were a bunch of other celebrities, but they could have just been DE celebrities. One part of the dream involved a flooded hallway i think, with a car pulling out of a driveway in the rain? I don't know, but i do remember that it was a pretty cool dream.

There was an invisible force which has been hunting my dreams since I could remember about 7yrs old, It has taken many forms and had only grown in intensity as I grow up.
My first experience with this dark force. I use to dream that I was playing outside my house as with other children, running and jumping, the usual 7yr old games, then there would be a siren screaming signaling that it was time to get inside, that scared the shit out of me, so I began to run towards my home. Then my legs begin to feel a pull like a magnet, and it would get stronger and stronger until even to move one foot took tremendous effort. This invisible force would be pulling me into the dark forest which was at the end of my village. I had this dream for years. I knew I was dreaming but could not do anything to stop it.
It had stopped for some years, but when I was about 10 years It started to happen again. In the dream I would be outside, the siren would go off this horrible screeching sound, and everyone outside would fight to get inside. But this time I had learnt a couple of tricks in dreams control, so I would try to create heavy objects to hold onto so that I would not get dragged down into the utter darkness. My success came when I created Cars but that to was being dragged into the darkness, then I created an SUV. And I floored the crap out of that van and I was just burning tires in one place, then one day I turned the SUV around and drove into the darkness. Guess what nothing was there, what a relief.
I thought it was over but guess what, just like those horror movies It came back again, but this time I was about 14 and It was no longer an invisible force. It had taken a form. it was the most horrible thing that I have seen, it was black and shapeless, it had incredible strength, it could walk up walls, move through walls. And its only purpose was to scare the living daylight out of me. I was helpless against this thing now, I didn’t even want to sleep. The thing ( I would call a demon) now would come into my room and just press me to the bed, I could not move, could not talk and could not breath, and that scared the living daylight out of me. It was treble in the night and even worst in the day. I practically stopped sleeping, because I knew If I fall asleep chances are that it would try and get me.
So I could not take it any more so I went and did what any despite 14yr old boy would do. I told my mother. But my mother was not any ordinary mother, her religion, which I would not say, had some ideas about what was going on. So she told me when I it come in my dreams, pray psalms 23 and it would go away and leave you alone. And she gave me a bush bath, it’s a bath prepared with special herbs and spices which suppose to have spiritual properties ( I don’t believe in that though).
That very night I was fighting sleep as usual when I did not even know that I was asleep, when I realized I was asleep it was too late, the window open to revile the black of night and the thing came through the window and straight on top me could not even make a move. Tried in vain to call out my mother but not a word came out, I was just there breathless and motionless scared stiff.
The following night I was prepared with my bible and ps 23 in my head, I fell asleep. I dreamt I was in my bedroom, on my bed I got up and placed my back to the wall and began to pray, and on the far corner of the room I could see the demon walking , looking for me like if it could not see me but I could see it, it passed straight without noticing me. It left for a while. I began to go to church, developed an incredible relation with God, ran my church youth group, finances, and was a trustees. Life was good.
Then one day during that period just before I fall asleep, I felt that old familiar horror, that pressing down on the bed I struggled for a while then I said, I give up you win, am not fighting anymore, It pressed, and pressed, and I just laid there thinking it will be all over soon. I was no longer afraid and as fast as it came It went away. That was my last nightmare, never had one since , that was also when I gain the confidence to Go anywhere and do anything my mind could conceive in my dreams

It began in my Aunt's house. There were 2 babies running around, one from her family and one from somebody else's. One of the babies peed on a carpet and the other baby walked over and pointed it out to us.
I then remember a country singer came over and was talking to us about something, he had come over to our house to visit us for some reason. I know there was more to this dream, I remember and earlier part with my Dad there as well.
I also remember explaining to my Aunt about how margarine was less healthy than butter, I explained the process of how they make margarine(hydrogenation) and how this creates unnatural trans fats which are worse for you than butter.

The next dream took place immediately after(warning its gruesome and dark). A bit nightmarish, and I'll tag it as such for fair warning.


A man has a dog and is castrating it (neutering). We are on a dock, looking out over a body of water, I think there was 1 kid with us, probably the man's son. The dog is under no anesthesia and I am sickened by the procedure.

He cuts off the dog's testicles, whole from the scrotum, with a sharp pocket knife. The dog lays down and appears injured.
He then takes the scrotum and opens it up and says something like "now you'll find the kittens inside."

I'm warning you this is really gruesome.

He then takes the 2 pink testes out of the scrotum and says look "the two kittens are talking to each other," and makes mewing sounds while holding the 2 testicles. I say something like "stop."

The dog then starts barking and jumping up, I am a bit scared.

The man says to the dog "hey calm down, stop," or something like that. The dog then manages to bite his arm, the man gets mad and opens the dog's mouth and cuts it from inside its mouth, one end to the other.
The dream ends, my last image is the dogs mouth and teeth, and the knife cutting his mouth. I wake up considerably frightened.

That's all I can remember from this morning.