nightmare

I thought I'd post a couple of nightmares I'd repeatedly have as a young child.

1.) The Heffalump on the Stairs

This dream would always take place in the evening, when my family was having dinner. I wasn't with them, and was instead reading on my living room couch. Suddenly, a demonic-looking Heffalump (yes, from Winnie the Pooh) with sharp teeth and wings came slowly down the steps. I knew that this thing, whatever it was, was trying to get me, but when I tried to shout out to my family to help, my voice came out as a whisper. My legs and arms were going in slow-motion, and when the thing reached the the bottom of the steps, my dream ended.

2.) Chuck E Cheese Game of Death

This dream would always take place in a Chuck E Cheese's (don't laugh). There was this one game, that once a day would suck two random people inside of it and kill one of them, but release the other. I was picked, and I was slowly dragged into the machine with the other person. The machine picked the person to release, and it wasn't me. Then everything went black, and I woke up.

3.) The Screaming Shack

This dream would always take place in the Screaming Shack, and I was always Harry Potter. Hermoine and I were in the Screaming Shack, and we had caught Peter Pettigrew. Suddenly, Snape and Lupin burst in, and started to yell at us. Then, the full moon came out, and Lupin transformed, killing Snape and Pettigrew. He came after Hermoine and me, but I fell and he lunged at me, and then everything went black and the dream ended.


All of these dreams deeply scared me when I was little, but around the age of 9, I just stopped having nightmares for some reason. I've only had maybe one or two since then.

Warning... There is a drug reference here...

This is the second dream I remember of this night. It was quite nightmare-ish, actually. I'm terrified of needles. That might be a nice aid to your reading 'experience'... Hehehe

Well, I was walking to my maths classroom, which also happened to be an IT (computer) classroom. The blue line in the top left is the door. The brown block iis the teacher's podium. The green is the chairs, the white is the tables, and the grey is the floor. The pink cirle is where I sit. Other markings will be explained later. I hope the diagram helps!!

I walked into my classroom. Like most students, they like to mess around a lot. As I walked in, the person sitting where the yellow circle is asked me if I wanted to have some water. I told him that I didn't really, but he said that I looked thirsty, so I took a tiny sip, and walked to the pink circle, my seat. What seemed like only two minutes later, and everybody in the room was talking about drugs and injecting themselves! I wanted to get as far away as possible, so I put up my had to tell the teacher that I wanted to leave the room. She ignored me, so I went round to where the purple hexagon is and curled up in a ball, trying to stay as far away from the table as I could without sitting on the teacher's stuff. I then realised that the drug must have also been in my drink. I wondered if it was addictive, and what the side effects are. Most of my class were acting loopy, but then again they do that a lot.

Not too long later, the teacher asked what was wrong. I asked if I could talk to her outside for a moment, and she went outside. Everybody was talking about somebody who had died because of the drugs he had taken, and how it was quite common for people to die if they took this drug. Outside of the classroom, the teacher also injected herself. I decided to just get my bag on the way out and run home. I tried to keep my arms as close to my body as I could on the way through the classroom, because I wasn't wearing anything over my arms, and I tried to walk straight down the middle of the classroom, but on the way out, the person at the red star grabbed my arm, looked up at me, smiled in a scary way and then I felt a prick. I couldn't see a needle anywhere but I knew I was being injected. I pulled my arm away and hit the person in the face (hehehe) and then I woke up.

So the setting of this dream was strange. We were in a house that looked like the house I grew up in when I was growing up (age 8-12). There was a swamp at the edge of our yard.

There were a bunch of creepy crawlies everywhere out side. Big spiders, snakes, scorpions, etc. I remember walking around outside and looking at all the snakes and stuff because I was bored and had never seen snakes with that much color before.

So I start looking at all the snakes and then realise that there were way too many snakes around the house. I find my dad and he tells me to use the shovel because he was busy.

Okay so this is where all that appears possible become extremely strange and out of the ordinary. I watched a movie called "The Dreamcatcher" a few days ago. In that movie there were these monsters that infect people with there bites and make them impregnated with another monster. Well they look quite scary.



So after seeing these outside I panic and run for the house to warn my family of the extremely lethal snake/worm things.

Now that I have seen one, I start seeing a bunch of them. I run in the house and shut all the doors. I open up all the cabenets for any tool for survival but find nothing. Then we start hearing noises in the airvents and the walls and they soon start getting closer. We start seeing them in the smaller rooms and kill em on sight until there are too many of them to fight. We flee outside for our lives.

I run outside away from our house, dodging the horrific worms as I go until I get this sudden extraordinary feeling of awareness of what the crap was going on.

OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!! LUCIDITY!!!!!!!!

So my first thought when I obtained lucidity was I could do anything I wanted but I am pissed off at these worms and they need to die. I close my eyes and cringe my stomach and think of flying and I start floating up above the house and all around the area was a beautiful city with lights and skyscrapers and the sight was incredible (amazing to see what your mind can come up with). I then look down at all the snakes and act like I am grasping them with the force and they all float up all around me in the air and they are flouncing about in the air unable to move anywhere. I felt the burning rage and they all exploded with fire and sparks.

After that, I decide to have some fun with the dream and fly to meet some of my friends in city and I see a couple of people I hang out with after Church. I look at the street and imagine a racecar and a yellow nascar appears. I jump in and then my friend Haley jumps in with me and says WOW THIS IS AWESOME CAN I RIDE WITH YOU?!?!?! I said sure and she jumps in with me. We race down the street and then onto a track and then I make the car fly into an open street square with tall buildings and signs and land it in the middle of the square. She asks me how did I do the stuff I'm doing and I said well this is a dream and she agreed with me and went along with it (odd how that happened because usually dream projections disagree with me and argue). Then I see some relatives and follow them into a building and I am now in a tall house that is like a fancy condo. I talk around a bit and then I wake up after a while of exploring the familiar faces. LFS

The street is poorly lit.
On the street I see an old and wide car.

In the back seat of the car, through the backwindow i see a young woman banging on the rear window with both hands. She´s in panic, but I do not hear her or the banging, i just see the gestures.

I walk in the street with a strange feeling of fear and that something is wrong ...
On the sidewalk are two closed umbrellas . One is black, I think the other is red, but I'm not sure.

When I approach one of them, so I see a fuzzy, cloud-like black someked presence,it lifts the umbrella and begins to hit me with it.

I´m full of fear, but i attack the evil black presence and it disappears, dropping the umbrella on the ground again.
I keep walking and I approach another umbrella, another evil spirit comes and raise the umbrella and starts to beat me again, and I, again full of fear, attack the presence and it drops the umbrella on the ground and disappears. .. this confrontations happens two or three times more.

again! it's been a while since i posted, but it's also been a while since i had any memorable dreams. i actually had two, one about a week ago and a few fragments last night.

i'll start out with the dream from last week.

it started out with a view of what looked to be a buddhist temple. it was set atop a flight of what seemed like hundreds of stairs. there was a thick forest in the background. in front of the temple, thousands upon thousands of people were walking up the stairs to enter it. suddenly, i am at the entrance to the temple, which is now empty for some reason, decrepit, and overgrown with vines and whatnot. for some reason, i am wielding a gun, now, an m1 carbine to be more specific. and then, this is where it gets wierd. suddenly, a bunch of chimpanzees in black leather armor come running at me. some of them have clubs, and some of them have guns. none of them fire at me, and none of them with the clubs try to hit me. they just chase me, and i pick them off one by one. it went on for a while like this, a how-long-can-you-last type of thing. the dream ended with me continuing to pick off monkeys.

quite satisfying, because i hate monkeys.
and yes, this is a "long" dream for me.

and now, for the fragments.

in each fragment, one of my greatest fears came to life.

the first one was spiders. i am afraid of all bugs, but i am afraid of spiders the most. this fragment was while i was just falling asleep. i could feel them crawling on me. up and down my legs, on my face. in my head, i just saw piles of tarantulas. hundreds of them, just crawling over each other. it's hard to explain, but i could see them crawling inside my empty skull. all of this was when i was awake. it was odd, i couldn't escape this by waking up, because i was already half awake to begin with.

the first dream was kind of indescribable as far as perspective goes, but as for the next two these are the first dreams i can remember that i've had in the third person. and, for that matter, the first dreams where i can clearly make out faces (the faces being my own). i can never make out faces in dreams, they are either blank or blurred. but in these two, i can clearly make out my face, and even the faces of those around me in this next dream (granted, they are surgeons wearing masks, but....)

the second great fear i have is surgery. and, you'll note as the dream goes on, dying violently. i am absolutely mortified of surgery. i cannot handle the fact that somebody is poking around inside of me with scalpels and needles. i am too afraid that i would wake up, because the entire time i was knocked out i would still be thinking of what happened if i woke up. which makes absolutely no sense and it is nearly impossible that that would ever happen. ah, the anxiety complex.

it begins with me, laying on a steel table, in absolute darkness except for one overhead light. there are three surgeons huddled around me, all male. i have a normal outfit on, black pants and a red jacket. the surgeons appeared to have just opened up my entire torso right through my clothes. who needs gowns, right? i am looking at myself behind two surgeons. i appear awake and aware of the fact that i am awake during a surgery, but it doesn't seem to faze me. now, the view changes to a closeup of the area of my body that has been opened up. i have minimal knowledge of anatomy, but for some reason everything seemed perfect. everything was muscle. then, one of the surgeons took a knife, stabbed me with it, and yanked it down, thus cutting a hole in my muscle that i could now see into. under it, i noticed my ribcage and lungs. he continued to jab and cut my flesh until my entire upper body looked like it had been beaten with a cleaver. there was blood everywhere, and my heart was beating (i was still alive...?) inside my shattered ribcage. the view moved so that i was now looking at myself from a birds-eye view, directly above the operating table. my eyes were still open and i was smiling. i couldn't tell if my heart was beating now, but i really hope that at that point i was dead. now, another surgeon took some sort of oversized trench knife/brass knuckes combo, and proceeded to separate the upper half of my body from the lower. i saw my intestines spill out, my legs fall to the ground, and the upper half of me slowly slide off the table. i fell to the ground, eyes open, still smiling.


my final fear is isolation, and loneliness. the scariest thing i could think of is going through life without anybody caring about you.

again, this is me in the third person. i can tell it's me, because once again i am wearing one of my own dresses, boots, and i can also tell by my hair. my back is turned, though.

i'm in a corn field, although there's not much there because it is winter. my back is turned, and i am sitting on the ground cross-legged. i just sit there for a while and listen to the cool breeze. then, out of thin air, thousands of locusts appear around me. they surround me and start biting me. i have no form of self defense, it is impossible for me to get up and run. i am being eaten alive by these locusts, screaming for help, but no one's there. soon, everything just becomes a brown blur and the dream is over.

yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

EDIT #2 (ELABORATION): The end of the world has happened. I'm not sure exactly what caused it, but I think it involved zombies. All I know is that it's been long enough that everyone has kind of come to accept it. The disaster has something to do with zombies, or some sort of infectious monster. All I remember is that it was slow and gradual, and it did things to your body. (More body horror. Interesting that this comes up so much.) For some reason I'm thinking that the Joker is responsible for it. Or some other clown-themed villain maybe? In any case, the bad guy is throwing a party at my house for the monsters, and they start coming down the cul-de-sac an into my driveway. Most of them are driving vehicles and monster trucks. One monster in particular tries to run me over with a dunebuggy, but I leap out of the way.

The dunebuggy wrecks into a person standing next to me and it crushes his skull. I remember seeing the remains of his head, his jawbone, and a huge pool of blood. A friend of the victim says that he's keeping the remains so he can identify him later.

(This dream is interesting in that it's almost completely derived from things I've been doing lately. The zombies come from me watching Walking Dead, Joker is from Arkham City (which I recently bought), the party is related to a scene in the game, the dunebuggy is from me seeing RAGE, and the crushed skull and jawbone is from a scene in Breaking Bad (in which a man's skull was crushed with an ATM machine) I recently watched.)



(Original Notes)
Sleepy. Will elaborate later

It's the end of the world and we've all pretty muhc accepted it.
It has to do with zombies or something
joker from Batman i sresponsible
go to smoeone's house for final advice for big "party" joker hosting at my house
Given weapon of some sort
Go home
Part is kind of like a monster truck rally
Most of the trucks drive down cul-de-sac and into driveaway
Monster truck
One lady in a dunebuggy almost hits me and a few other people., but I stand up and dage.
It's intentional
Crushes skull of one guy. I can see jawbone and lots of blood
Guy says he's keeping it so he can identify that person later

Edit: Remember reason for apocolypse: Everyone was infected with a sort of virus. In a few hours it turned you into a monster/zombie. There was body horror involved.

I was working somewhere (perhaps a cafe in a shopping center), and I felt troubled due to an evil spiritual presence around me.
This presence has accompanied me for a long time (for most of my life).

I went desperate because I knew that that presence continuously undermined various aspects of my life, i began to cry.
Suddenly, in the cafe A appeared, and told me: "Under the influence of this spirit you are compelled to do things that ordinarily you wouldn´t do. "
I do not know why, but when she told me this it came to my head the image of Corey Taylor from Slipknot, and I asked A if it was him. She confirmed with a nod, or said yes and then said:
"- But he's far away."
Then rested both hands on my chest (or gave me her hands?) And she prayed ... I immediately felt good, and free from the pernicious influence of that spirit.

I had this dream/nightmare several years ago. This is the oldest dream I remember, and considering my terrible memory I'm quite surprised I still can.
Well, we started off at our house. We got into the car, and I asked where we were going. My mum said we were going to go to Scotland. (We live in England ;D) For the first part of the journey, everything was normal. My brother was annoying me and I was eating sweets. By the time we got to the petrol station halfway there, we were in a videogame. Everything was dusty. (I thought that there was a desert between every country.) When we continued our journey, everything slowly became normal again, until I saw a sign that pointed upwards and said 'Scotland'. Up ahead I saw a hill, and barriers on either side. The barrier had a random pattern of love hearts and other random characters. The hill was completely vertical, and I was scared. We had to go over 100 mph or we wouldn't make it to the top. I got scared that I would fall out of my seatbelt, smash the window and fall to the ground, and in the end that's what happened. It was a long fall and I guess I must have I died.

October 18, 2011.

Yea, it been a while since I wrote anything.

Anyway I look at a mirror and my eyes were roll all of the way to the back of my skull. I lift my eyelids as high as I can (without using my hands) to see that my eyes were looking to the top of my skull.

Beside being freak out I look at my hands and they seem so real so that reality check failed. Normally I can tell right away if something a dream or not but this one was the rare case where I couldn't. I start panicking thinking I was going brain dead or something.

Damn that mirror...

I was at my friends house and I was watching t.v. in his room when the lights and the t.v. both randomly turned off. Then I looked and I saw that in the corner my friends flashlight start to float toward the ceiling. That's when I realized it was a dream. I stood up and walked over to the light switch only to realize that the bulb was broken. I turned to the doorway and saw a strange man I haven't seen before and he to started to float toward the ceiling. I went up to him and poked his chest and said "hello?" and then I realized that he was dead.. he continued to float up and I didn't want to stay any longer. I started trying to wake myself up although I had never done it before so it was bit odd. I managed to wake up and I laid there for a minute thinking about it before I went back to sleep.

this was my second dream i remember...the other one was just me doing a bunch of boring every day stuff....it's been a few hours since i woke and i don't remember it anymore

second one....i was in a sporting goods store with my best friend....and there was a small arcade to the right of the entrance.....she went in and went to the arcade and i kept trying to follow her but i couldn't hear what she was saying and she was moving too fast for me......and my legs kept hurting and my knees kept giving out on me and i had a hard time walking without falling.....and then we were looking at shoes and trying to find sneakers because she has really small feet and they only have shoes that look like they are for little kids in her size at the regular stores....we didn't find any shoes she likes....and i went out to the car to get my phone and i came back in and the manager said i couldn't come in because the store is about to close and they aren't letting anymore people in......and i told him my friend was in their and he said he would make an announcement for her to just go to her car to meet me when she was done.....and i told him that wouldn't work because she has her music on and not her hearing aids and wouldn't be able to hear it....he let me in to find her......

she was at the bathrooms and had found a few things and had them in a cart.....we were looking at the backpacks and there were only very small differences.....she said they all looked exactly the same but i kept pointing out the very small differences...then i fell again.....and the manager saw.....and it took me a bit to get back up and i looked like i was in a lot of pain....and i had to hold on to stuff to get up......he said he was going to call the triage nurse and to not move but i told him to not...

she shows up a minute later while i'm still arguing with him and had just managed to stand up.....(she looks exactly like the triage nurse from my school.....same outfit and everything)....she asks to see my leg and kind of just grabs it and brings it up to about hip height and held it straight out....something i used to be able to do irl before the pain got to be too much for me......since i didn't look to be in pain......she asked if it was numb and that was why it was hard to stand.....i just stared at her with my mouth open because she had a pin in her hand and needles freak me out.....and she started to roll up my pants leg.....and i started saying no needles and trying to pull my leg away.....and she said it was a thumb tack and not a needle...and it turned into one and she held it out in her hand and i threw it.....she let go to go get it....and i started crawling around between the clothing racks.....i was really fast.....and i looked back and the clothing was still swaying from where i'd originally been......and the manager saw me and he pointed me out and i moved again really fast.....and the only reason they could see where i went was because i kept looking at them....and i crawled out to where i could see the registers while they were looking on the other side of the store for me......and i stood up shakily and limped over to the registers and texted my friend to meet me there....and my text had the words that i put in....even after i looked away to see if they were still looking for me......the words didn't change...they saw me...and i looked away quick....and the cashier was making small talk with me because i said i was just waiting for my friend.......and the nurse and manager stood at the doors facing the registers.......and the nurse said that she just wants to help and that no one should push because she doesn't want anyone to get hurt......and there was a person behind me so the only way i could go was her direction....and i saw her coming towards me out of the corner of my eye....she had an orange shirt......and i looked at it and then her face and she made eye contact with me and then i woke up

I'm just getting to my new duty station, and it's night time. The receptionist hands me a key, and I head towards where I'm supposed to be going. After walking down a long dark hallway and making a right, I find my room. When I open the door, I see B, and two other guys. They start talking crap and one guy holds me down, and one of them grabs a scalpel. He slowly carves into my right bicep about a centimeter deep and about three centimeters long. The pain is agonizing, and it feels like my arm is on fire. The guy scoops a portion of my tissue out, and feeds it to the other guy. Then he tells B to eat some as well. He was reluctant to do so, but eventually he did. He finally eats a piece himself, and they go about it doing it again. This time he makes B eat two pieces, and he doesn't eat one himself. They finally let me go, and I walked out of the room. I saw my brother, and I started to tell him about what happened. I told him that they were lucky that I didn't have my gun on me because I would have killed all of them.

-All non lucid

I was somewhere in some house, idk where exactly it was but it was a rather public place and all I was there with....idk who I don't remember, might have been Moonlight and Lilly but I don't remember. Someone ringed on the door and I was told to look at who it was, so I went to the door and opened it and there were 3 people. I was like "Hello?" and then one of them stepped foward and stabbed me into my chest, pulled it out and slashed my fingers and I fell on the ground, pretty much dead but not dead, I could feel my body and my eyes were closed I couldn't do anything but wait. After some time I woke up, seeing Moonlight and Lilly standing over me, they were kinda cold and just helped me get up. We realised some random stuff got stolen but nothing really important. I went outside a bit and I saw those guys again, I hid from them. I don't remember what happened next but I was running to catch a train in the middle of the dessert. I didn't make it so I jumped and grabbed the door handles, holding on as it was driving fast but after some time both doors broke and fell off, making me fly back from the train and smash into the ground. Some old guy approached me and asked me if I was ok, I stood up, told him I was and gave him both train doors and went back into my house (Apparantly I fell off there). I was at some pool inside that big house thingy and after a bit I noticed one of those guys(The one that stabbed me) come in, I instantly screamed "GO AWAY!" as he saw me but he didn't want to he was going towards me, I took a small water gun and shooted it at him but he didn't care, he got to me and was about to hurt me again but I asked "Why are you doing this?" he told me that it's better that I don't know but I managed to convince him to tell me. He took me to some calendar and told me that he is cursed to be a monster and hurt people untill a set date which I don't remember.

And then I woke up, feeling extremelly depressed but not over the dream, just feeling depressed for no reason.

i had this dream that i went back home.....to where i was abused.......and i just wanted to go home (to my college dorm) and i called my boyfriend but he didn't answer.......and i left a bunch of messages.....and i started packing.......the house looked much bigger.......two of my college friends were there.....my one friend did a bit of quilting but didn't finish.....her one was small and my mom wanted to burn it because it's never going to get finished.....and my other friend.......i called her short and said she could use it because she's short and she chased me around trying to literally kick me in the butt......there's a joke between us about that because she's short but a black belt in karate.....but she'd never even hurt a fly.....and i sat down and apologized for calling her short...then she went outside with everyone else while i went to pack

then i woke up.....i went back to sleep and entered the same dream......i was packing things and i tried calling my boyfriend while in my old room.....i heard everything from a speaker phone in my mother's room......i reset it but it fell apart.....i put everything back the way it was......but i got caught being in her room by this random guy........and he told my mom.......everyone was outside me window at a bonfire.........and i saw them telling my mother and gathered up my stuff as quick as i could.....and she was saying about beating me.....and i grabbed the quilt.....it even looked the same as in the last part of the dream.......and i hid in my closet and held the door shut......that's what i did when i was a kid.......i hid in my closet and many times i wasn't found even if she looked in there because i kept still and was under stuff at the back..........and then i woke up

Dream - Lucid

I was with my friend Paul. It was somewhere that I was spending the night for some reason. We were upstairs in some kind of bonus room. The only light in the room was a desk lamp at a desk Paul was sitting at. I was really tired, and laying on the floor on some blankets. I had a pillow as well. Paul was sitting in a desk chair which was turned towards me. We had been talking, but I don't remember about what. At some point, he was even massaging my feet. I hoped that he didn't think they were gross.

Then, I was so tired, I just decided to close my eyes and go to sleep.

I was then...I'm not really sure. I was in some white room that looked futuristic. We may have even been in space. This is where I figured out that space velociraptors had taken over the Earth. It was sometime in the future. The world was also running out of its water supply.

Even though these space raptors had taken over the planet, there were plenty of humans left. The thing was, they were living in constant fear. If the humans went outside, they were fair game to be eaten. People were getting picked off one by one. It was a horrible state.

I was told by some guy that we had to go back and get some people. We were then on Earth (a couple of men and myself) in my backyard. It was quiet, and the sky was grey. I knew we didn't need to be outside, though there were no raptors in sight; being outside was risky business in these times. I saw my brother at some point; he was helping us out.

I was then in my house. I don't really know what we needed the people for, but I was in there to get them. I walked through my kitchen, and then into my living room. It was quiet; I didn't see anyone inside. I saw some of the people who came with me outside through the windows.

I then felt like I lived there. I felt scared for my life. I felt the fear of the people of Earth.

Suddenly, through one of the windows, I saw them. A pack of raptors was running through my backyard. They were red with black, stripe-like markings on their backs. My breath caught in my throat and I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees. I frantically tried to crawl away from the windows, and ended up seeing some more passing through the front yard through the windows in our piano room. I felt like their vision was based on movement, so I tried to be still as I laid low. One of the raptors looked around as it passed. I hoped it didn't see me.

I started to panic, and immediately became lucid. I tried to think myself awake, but that wasn't enough. I started to say it out loud.
"Wake up, Krista. Wake up. Wake up!"
At first it didn't work. I closed my eyes and opened them in the exact same scene I had been in before.

Then, I closed my eyes and opened them again, finding myself back in the room with Paul. I was so relieved, but extremely sleepy. I looked next to me and noticed that Paul was laying on his stomach reading next to me on the blanket that I was also laying on. On the other side of Paul was a small child, a little boy. I think it was his nephew. I thought Paul was probably trying to make a move on me or something, but I didn't really care at that point. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. I turned to lay on my stomach as I cuddled my pillow a little. I moved a little closer to Paul, in a way hoping that he would cuddle with me.

I then fell asleep again.

I was back where I had been, but I didn't feel as scared because I knew I was dreaming. Part of me just wanted to let the dream play out a little more, so I didn't really do anything to control it.

I was then on the Earth mission again, but I was at a different house this time. I knew I was dreaming, so I knew no one was in any real danger. I quickly decided to try to transform myself. I'd never done that before. For some reason, I decided to try to transform myself into Pikachu. Why I decided on Pikachu is absolutely beyond me. I concentrated for awhile, but it wouldn't work. I stood in front of a mirror to try to guide the transformation by watching myself. The best I got was one of my legs started to turn yellow at the thigh. I tried for my other leg, but no dice.

I then went away from the mirror and tried to shrink myself, seeing if I could do it that way. I shrank a little, but just ended up squatting on the floor. I then laid on my back to try to watch my legs shrink. Nope, no dice. Grr.

I was then in the white futuristic room again. I was told that the raptors had not originally come to kill, but when they got to Earth, they saw us and felt sorry for our species because we were so stupid and blind, and decided to take over the world and kill us. I also figured out that the world's water supply was pretty much out; someone said they didn't know for sure, but had heard someone on Earth, referring to the water, say
"Oh shit."

I then was at my college, about to play a woodwind concert for band. I was holding my clarinet. I was walking down a bright hallway, when I saw the trombone players start to walk towards me, going on to play the brass portion of the concert. I then saw Austin (my ex in waking life who really does play trombone). His hair was shorter and he looked a lot younger. He wasn't wearing glasses either, as he usually is in waking life. I walked right by him, and he looked right at me. I then noticed that he had gotten shorter....waaaay shorter. In fact, as he walked by me, I turned around and he had shrunken a TON. I figured it was an illusion and he did it to himself. On top he was wearing a suit jacket, white shirt and tie, but on the bottom, he was wearing these baggy black pants with tons of ropes or belts that went from one leg to the other. I figured he had used those to make it look like he was way shorter.

Embarrassed, I turned to a friend and said
"I can't believe I'm dating him."