nightmare

i just got out of the hospital.....and i had strange dreams there......in the hospital they did all the blood work when we were in bed after waking us.....and they woke us to take vitals and give meds......and they did that when i was leaving and fell asleep.....i took a nap and they woke me to do paper work and i fall back asleep and did stuff in that room and walked out of that room into another place that was definitely a dream

the one i was being woken and didn't want to be and tossed and turned and hit my head on the corner of the table. my head was bleeding and the put alcohol on it and i screamed....i didn't have any mark when i woke up

another i was tossing and turning when being woken and threw a pillow at the nurse and got tangled in my sheets...i didn't fine any evidence of either of those when i woke

another i told them to go away because i didn't like them

another the nurse woke me and i fell back asleep and woke up....i then went out of my room and was in an amusement park.....there were hair accessories under the roller coaster

they tried to wake me again and i walked out to the amusement park again and there was a part that looked like a christmas/candy land board......there was a snowman who tried to hug me

they tried to wake me again and i walked out to the amusement park and a tator tot that was really greasy tried to hug me and it made me gag

they tried to wake me again and i was in a different room that was really nice and there was the nurse i didn't like and a student...and the student plugged in an air freshener before talking to me....i figured it was a dream because people don't usually plug in air fresheners to talk and the room was too nice for a hospital and i've never been in a room so nice in my life time....i figured i was sleeping and woke up as soon as i knew it was a dream

these all happened on the 14th at around 2:00pm

The dream started off with me sitting in my living room's couch, with my laptop on my lap, watching porn. Then my little sister came into the room and sat beside me, wanting to watch what I was doing. I minimized it all, but for some reason, big thumbnails to all the images I had just watched filled my desktop. I tried to open up a program or two, to put in front of the thumbnails, but the thumbnails appeared everywhere. She asked me what that was and I said I didn't know why or where they came from.

Next thing I know, I was at a LAN, supposedly in my school, but in a supposed classroom I've never seen before. My teacher was there. He stood behind me without me noticing him, and he must have seen the thumbnails everywhere. He asked me if my laptop was infected, and I said "no, I think it's just an error, I don't know where they came from". He kept asking, and in the end I almost hammered my fist into the table and yelled at him. Then a page popped up on my screen saying:
"LOL I hacked your PC, and I was extremely efficient at it!" along with a bunch of Russian text and disturbing pictures. I figured what this virus did was redirect files from your temporary internet files (cookies) folder, to your desktop, which is not a huge damage, but can still be quite annoying.
Next thing I know, we had to get out in the main lobby, which was a big place I've never seen before either. We had to sit on the floor and watch some lame 'magician' or whatever. She asks for a volunteer. I was the only person not raising my hand. She chose me. So, she wanted me to throw some ball, for a reason I do not know. So we threw a ball around a couple times. For some reason I dropped the ball every time, even though it was some easy throws, but oh well, it's a dream designed to make me feel bad, just wait.
She told me to crawl up in a really large double-chair, like one of those chairs tennis judges sit in, just way taller. She sat beside me. I asked her how far up we were, and she replied with 50 meters. I felt my fear of being on fragile objects in extreme heights kicking in. I noticed there was a balcony beside us, so I held onto it. "Oh come on, you big pussy" she said. Then she started rocking with the chair. I told her to stop.
"What? Stop this?" she said and started rocking more. A man at the bottom yelled that I was a huge pussy, and I heard the students sitting on the floor laugh. The man started crawling up the chair, while shaking it violently. I thought fuck no and climbed onto the balcony. He laughed at me in a degrading manner and said:
"Oh what, are you going to go play your computer?". I got pissed off.
"Why yes you fucking asshole, I am."
I left, and walked into the classroom, where only 2 guys were sitting. I figured the rest was still playing audience. I wanted to play a bit of Dead Island and launched up the game. I didn't get put in the game however. As soon as I double-clicked the game's shortcut, the room turned dark and silent. The other people were gone. All lights were gone, leaving me in an Amnesia-like environment. I was scared, and walked out of the room. The whole place was dark, and everyone was gone.

I walked outside, and watched myself exit the house in a LoL/HoN/DOTA third person perspective. I saw a person at the garden gate with a green health bar (teammate), fighting off two guys with red health bars (enemies). I went to help him, and thereby we took both of them down. My perspective switched back to first person, and my teammate was gone, leaving me on my own, in a dark environment with a scary ambiance. I looked down the road, and saw a unpleasant looking pale guy with white eyes, fast and calmly walking towards me. I figured the best idea would be to flee, LoL style. I walked around the house. Every time I looked back, I saw him being a little bit closer each time.
I rounded a corner, and swiftly crawled down a ladder beneath a trapdoor. I stood on the ladder for a little while, listening for footsteps. Didn't hear a thing. Instead, two men opened the trapdoor and climbed down the ladder. I managed to jump down and hide without them noticing me. I heard them talking, but didn't understand what they were talking about. They climbed back up and walked away.

My first Lucid dream! (:
i remeber that i was in this type of school hall way, and i remeber rubbing my hands alot so i didnt wake up or lose it.
Dream:
i was in this school hallway and there were zombies everywhere, upstairs, walking on the sides of me, and down the hall walking towards me. i just walked stright looking around but i felt a little bit scared, but i knew i was dreaming. i tried thinking of somthing else but nothing else came to mind at that exact moment. I dont remeber the rest but i wish i knew how to change what i was dreaming of.

I began to drift off to sleep one night, and i began to feel aware of my presence in two separate places. one was me sleeping on the bed, the other was me sitting on the edge of my bed. i felt completely in control of both, in a very calm state of mind. using the one sitting up, i leapt off my bed, and crouched down on the floor, pausing a moment to stabilize the dream. i made a sword materialize on my back, able to define every detail of it. my thought drifted to my baby brother for a moment, and i found myself outside a hotel room, it was snowing. i looked through the window, and saw my stepfather holding my brother, my mother on the bed with my other brothers. i felt a sense of dread as i realized i wasnt there. i realized this was my family without me. feeling endangered, i ducked around the corner, slipping and falling. i concentrated on my other consciousness, and woke up. this was a great step for me in lucid dreaming and controlling myself.

I'm driving down an interstate. I don't know where I'm going. As I drive I become extremely tired. I make a left turn at a fork to realize left turns can't be made here and I'm now driving into on coming traffic. I swerve onto the shoulder and wait for an opportunity to cross back over to the lanes I need to be in.

When I finally cross over my family is there. The only one I recognize is Christopher(Crit). Him and I continue driving. The road goes from asphalt to plywood. It was like driving through a very, very long gazebo.


We are suddenly in this gigantic, messy house. It's very old. Paint peeling off the walls, mold everywhere. It's dank and dirty. Not someplace I would have chosen to go on my own.

Katy Segal is there as my mom, although I don't realize it's Katy Segal. Just as my mom. My dad was there but I don't recall his face. Crit has now become my brother. A change in status I was unaware of. It just was.

I look out one window. There are a bunch of animals in a muddy pit. Two alligators, a horse and a couple of pigs. But they all looked different. The alligators were sleeker, more rounded looking. They had a sinister appeal to them. The horse's muzzle was longer and rot infested. The alligators were snapping at it. I can't really remember the pigs all that much. The whole scene made me sick to my stomach and I had to turn away.

I go into another room to find a friend of mine. Sylvia was in there with her baby boy. He was crying uncontrollably. She said he had a lump on his side she had to clean and asked me to hold him down. Then she pulled out a long wire stick with wire brissels going up it in a spiral.

Before I could speak she shoved it into his side and began twisted it. The baby screamed and arched in pain.


Crit and I are now eleven or twelve. Our mom and dad are hiding something. Our grandmother is also there. She is very old and scary looking. They keep leaving us with her and we hate it. So we decide to follow our mom. She goes to the top floor only to go down a hidden set of stairs.

-Dream changes to third person view-

I see our parents full on. They are talking to someone in a corner or the room. The angle is so that I can't see what they're looking at but they are saddened by it.

It flashes to me and Crit and we both look horrified. We race up the stairs. When we come back up we're our right ages again.

I see the two of us hug and cry, still unaware of what was seen. I hear myself tell him I'm sorry, that I didn't mean it.

We run outside.

non-dream non-lucid Lucid

Dream one: I was at church. I went outside and suddenly I was in some room(I think I had been heading to the church van but I had seen the others or something). My friends Scotty, Becca, Caleb, and my mom were there. Suddenly Caleb walked up to me and put his mouth either near on on my ear (yeaaah he kinda kissed me I guess) (not sure how that works out but ehhh whatever). Scotty had a O.O "holy crap" face, Becca had a :3 "d'awww" face, and my mom had a D:< "wth was that!!" face. I blushed really red and hid my face. The end of that dream...

Dream two: I was in a car all alone. I knew I had to get home. Somehow I was on the passenger side holding onto the steering wheel. I was afraid. Wait no, terrified. I got into the driver seat and gripped that wheel like I would die if I let go. I got lost and I turned on the GPS. It didn't help me. I couldn't call my mother for help. I was terrified and I thought I was going to die. I then woke up.

I think this dream shows my true terror of the thought of driving. I'm sure I'm overreacting.


Well, there you have it. Please comment.

I dreamed that I ate my arm (weird, right?). There was no taste nor pain. I could still control my forearm and hand perfectly. The arm came off in strips, like fried chicken (sorry if this sounds morbid, this freaked me out too. The angle at which I ripped off parts of my arm is physically impossible. I now know that it was impossible, but I didn't realize it in the dream.

I also dreamed of an Android-powered (as in the phone OS) brain implant that looked like a HUD.

6-year-old Taylor Swift (not famous yet, but getting there) and a 6-year-old brown haired girl (nicknamed Brownie in this post) are both adopted by a lady (Grandma). Taylor is the favorite, so Brownie is my charge/buddy. She's really sweet, but a bit jealous of Taylor. So us two are outside in a park playing, and Taylor and Grandma are inside a CD shop that has no walls about 50 yards away. There are four boys playing basketball next to us, and the ball hits D in the face. He gets all mad, throws the ball the opposite direction, and screams at the boys that if they touch the ball again he will kill them. (D in real life is so nice I'm having trouble believing that it was him) Of course, the boys go get the ball again, D runs after them, I scream at them to stop but they don't, I run and take Brownie with me so she doesn't have to see, eventually the boys outrun D and D passes out from exhaustion and the boys escape mostly unharmed. We run back to the CD shop, I see a bunch of bald men throwing spears at targets mounted on trees. A James Bond-looking guy comes and shows the spearmen his missile launcher. My mind switches to the one of a spearmen, and I'm forced to shoot the launcher. I refuse to shoot anyone, so I shoot a boulder. My mind switches back to my dream character, and I grab Taylor, Grandma grabs Brownie, and we run. Grandma calls me Deida, but as we run a missile comes shooting at us out of the blue. It goes all slow-mo and I avoid it by inches. Another one comes but it isn't slow-mo, but it passes us and hit a brick wall. My view shifts and I see it coming out the other side of the wall, heading toward two freaked-out cartoon sheep.
I always wake up right before something bad happens (luckily)

LW, some girl, and I are at a weird hotel with geers and a ginormous floor-wide ball pit. Scene shifts, I'm outside with the girl. She says LW has a secret past. (My brain is so cheesy....) Scene shifts again, LW tells me her past (can't remember what it was now...) LW disapears, a gremlin/elf thing pops up on my bed. It tells me to watch out, that there's a big spider over my head. I look up, a huge spider is right over my head, walking in a circle like it's on an invisible shelf, something black drops, I force myself to wake up. (I hate spiders, so that's like my version of a nightmare.)

*Not sure about the gremlin, but I've seen it a few other times, I think...

09/27/2011
Dream One
"I'll Take My Chances with the Zombies..."

Zombies were attacking. At first, I was in an unfamiliar home, with some chick. I know that we were friends, at least, but I don't know if there was anything else going on between us. Without warning, zombies began breaking into the house, and I grabbed the girl by the hand and tried to help her escape, while she was busy losing her mind about the situation. It took us some time to find an exit that wasn't overrun with the undead, and we eventually made our way to the garage. Immediately, I started thumbing around for any tools I could use as weapons. I don't remember what I actually grabbed (if anything), but we were soon trying to force our way out of the garage and passed the growing mass of zombies that were coming up the driveway. During the scuffle, one of the zombies had gotten a hold of my arm, raking its fingernails across my flesh and tearing open the smallest of gashes. It was just a tiny scrape, and I didn't really think anything of it.

We continued fighting our way through the streets, and it seemed like the zombies were constantly multiplying, the longer we stayed alive. Dozens turned into hundreds. Hundreds seemed to turn into thousands. By now, my wound had visibly worsened, and I could feel an intense throbbing, slowly creeping its way up my arm. I knew that I had been infected, but I wasn't about to just rollover and let myself succumb. The longer we ran, the more that this girl seemed to be going crazy. She kept clinging to me, begging me not to leave her - even though I made no implication that I was doing so. Then, she started actually coming onto me. She began talking about how we were like the last 2 humans left, and she wanted me to be with her forever, and be her 'one and only.' (She continuously used that exact phrase.) At first, it was just annoying, but then it really began to freak me out. After a while, she could see that I was becoming more stand-off-ish, and she was becoming even more clingy. The clingier and crazier she got, the more I just wanted to get the hell away from her. Soon, it was like she became just as much a threat to me as the zombies, and I began running and hiding from her as well, while she tenaciously tried to hunt me down, attempting to make me want her.

The last few moments of the dream that I remember, were when I was coming to a T-junction of two city streets. In front of me, there was a horde of zombies walking in my direction. Turning to the left, I could see another large group of them, coming up the perpendicular street. Then, looking back the way I had come, the street was filled with the zombies that I had been chasing me for the last couple of blocks. I was surrounded, and I was running out of concrete, between myself and the approaching hordes. Practically out of options, and feeling the onset of panic, it finally hit me. I was dreaming! Immediately, relieved, I launched myself into the air and flew up to the top of one of the tall buildings nearby. Just when I looked back down to the zombie-filled streets below, I woke up.


Dream Two
"Tonight, We Dine in Hell"

The only thing I remember was that I was in a truck accident, though I don't believe I was driving. Another guy and I actually had to lift this damaged truck up off of a female figure, whom we had struck and was stuck in the undercarriage. I had some vague awareness of the previous (dream) situation with the zombies, and I was convinced that we had simply hit a zombie, but the other guy obviously wasn't, so I helped him raise the tail end of the vehicle, which was surprisingly lightweight. I was surprised to see a young (human) woman, tangled up in the bottom of the truck; slightly battered and bruised, but actually not looking half bad, for having just been run over by a pick-up.

After removing the woman from the undercarriage, we began to walk with her down the dark, deserted stretch of road. After some time, this enormous RV pulled up behind us, apparently offering us a ride. A wholesome-looking family beckoned us inside, and we happily accepted. However, the moment we got on board this mammoth vehicle, we were greeted with the business end of a double-barreled shotgun. An old, conservative looking man was behind the trigger, and his face was stern, yet calm. There was a young boy standing beside him, and they - and a couple more members of the family, looked us over for a moment. Then, the man suddenly said something like "looks like you joined us just in time. We were just about to eat dinner..." he then motioned to the little boy, never taking the gun off of us. He said that the little boy was their hostage, that they were about to eat him, and that we were either going to partake in the meal, or he was going to kill us all, right then and there.

The last thing I remember is doing my best to stall him with some nervous banter, while frantically trying to get enough awareness of my surroundings to devise a way to get us the hell out of there.

I was in my house, looking out of the window. It was raining outside. Every single light in my house was turned off.
A guy behind me asked me if I'd heard about the news.
"What news?"
"A guy has stolen a car from a carport and driven it into a wall at the same house, then beat the owner of the car to death."
"No I haven't heard that."
"Why don't you check on your car?"
"My car is alright, okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I was starting to get annoyed, but he walked out of the room.
A moment later I could hear a loud crash from somewhere around my front yard.
I ran down the stairs, into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. The house was still off lights.
I ran into my living room, which was brightly lit up by a blue color.
I looked out of the panorama window, and saw the moon, shining as bright as the sun, but with a blue hue. The reflections of the water drops from the rain were shining bright and clear.
I saw a person sitting on a chair on the terrace, with it's back turned against me.
I ran out through the terrace door, stood behind the person, and punched him in the back of his head.
"What did you do to my car?"
He slowly turned around in the chair, then looked at me with a psychotic smile on his face.
My kitchen knife was gone. It wasn't in my hand anymore. I was defenseless.
He grinned at me, and the last thing I saw was his fist against my face.

I was in a dark room where people where being brainwashed into doing bad things. Me and my friend managed to escape and he dissapeared from the dream for a while.

I was captured and was then taken back to the room, to be brainwashed. I resisted for as long as I could but in the end it got me. Basically there's a light that shines down from somewhere and a woman's voice says stuff. I left and bumped into someone, then I became semi-lucid, I started to fly around like Movie Ironman as thats the only way I can fly.

Then I was chased by that man all around my area to the park.

Shiver me timbers!
This may be becoming a series. Not as good as the first, but still amazing.


I recommend this song for everybody reading.

Yeah, I bet that scared away most people.
Anyway;


I remember being in my math class. Everyone was standing up and doing some combination of square dancing, a sort of Irish tap dance, and Mexican hat dancing. Everybody had just begun to sing the pirate song; I joined in and picked up easily.

Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

We got us a map (a map!) to lead us to a hidden box,
Thats all locked up with locks (with locks!) and buried deep away.
We'll dig up the box (the box!), we know it's full of precious booty
Burst open the locks, and then we'll say 'HOORAY!'

WEIGH ANCHOR!

At this point, three, including me, broke off into a short shanty, like a rap to accompany the full song.

I'm I pirate, that I be!
I sail a ship upon the sea, dawg,
I stay up late, 'till half past three!
And that be a peg below my knee!

Everyone came back to the full song. Good, I'm not a fan of rap.

Yah - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Arr - yarr - ahoy and avast, dig in the dirt and you dig in it fast!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate!

We're sailing away (set sail!), adventure waits on every shore!
We set sail and explore (ya-har!) and run and jump all day (Yay!)
We float on our boat (our boat!) until its time to drop the anchor,
Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!) until we sail again!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
Yar har wind at your back lads, wherever you go!
Blue sky above and blue ocean below, you are a pirate!

Everyone sat down and clapped for each other.

I woke up.

That was brilliant.

My partner and I were watching some movie (which must have been a Ring movie). There was a kid. Suddenly his eyes turned shrunken and dead and then Samara appeared behind him.

My dreams have been the most vivid lately. I don't think I've been doing anything different except choline caps every now and then. I only take a couple every few days, but my dreams have been so strange.

I've been having a few alien dreams lately, not UFO's, but aliens. I've had at least 5 in the last month and it's always me encountering an alien of some sort. Some are hostile and others are subtle in their intentions. I've noticed that I become more hostile when I encounter them and also I become more animal like. For instance, I start hissing like a cat giving a warning. I feel different when this happens, like I'm semi-lucid.

My dream from this morning: I was in a house I used to live in before I graduated and my ex was there. I was hanging out with him and confessed to my fiance that I'd been talking to him a lot. He didn't mind because he admitted that he was talking to his ex, too. (god knows.) - This made me wake up really missing my ex, whom I run into often between classes at the college. I didn't see him today, which is probably best. I miss him but I don't know where that feeling is coming from.

Anyway, I was hanging out with my ex and he and I were talking about school and then I got this feeling that something was happening. I peeked outside my (former) bedroom door and even though there was nothing visible, I could almost see a spiritual prescence. I got paranoid and later I found myself in a mall. I can't remember what I was being attacked by (mall ppl, thx Bill) but I got caught up in a mob of either zombies or alien beings who were trying to kill me.

Now, I'm not religious really. I come from a southern baptist background and my dad is practically a preacher, but I don't consider myself to be of any religion.

However, in my dream, in the middle of this mob I stopped and started praying. I was saying to myself, "God is on my side." and I don't remember really thinking of a particular god, but I assume... anyway. As soon as I prayed, I lifted off the ground and began soaring to the (very high) ceiling. I think I became lucid midway and felt really happy and in control. I woke up and was late to class.

I always tell people like I've read, the best interpretations of your dreams come from you. I always keep this in mind, but I've noticed a theme in these dreams and it definitely has to do with what I think about during the day. My dad read me a scripture from the bible (whenever I talk to him about lucid dreaming, which surprisingly he finds interesting but who wouldn't?), the scripture goes: " And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams." What this really means, only God knows, but it stuck with me and the aliens and all of this I find somehow connect.

I'm not saying I think I'm having visions, but if anyone has any thoughts on what I've said about ANYTHING. That'd be wonderful. Sorry for the bad grammar. Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of my fingers.