nightmare

I dreamed I was standing in my grandmother's yard. Children were boarding a space shuttle to fly up in space. After it launched, the kids made it half way to the atmosphere, then the ship exploded. All the kids screamed at once and went silence. It rained bodies.

Tonight I dreamed that I snapped and went psycho in a fully crowded church. With an SMG in each hand I slaughtered everyone, sparing only 4 people (I don't even know why I spared them, as they would testify against me). They stood lined up and talked to me, made me feel guilt. I walked out of the church and got home, watching the news. They mentioned what I'd done. I listened closely, as they said "..but we do not know who did this. We are working on..". I walked outside, where I saw one of the 4 left-overs, talking to me and inflicting more and more guilt, making the whole thing a nightmare for me..

I am praying to god that I am using this system correctly.

Notes:
*Gone to bed around 1 AM but due to my father not shutting his trap fell asleep around 4 AM. The sound of my dad voice could turn my mood from happy to depressing...The biggest turn off for me EVER. I don't hate my dad though we not the best paring in the world...It is just his voice....
*During this time I think my body fell asleep before my mind.
*Woke up around 5:00 AM
*Was hungry the night before but out of laziness and mood ate nothing.

Dream:

I was dreaming of being in (or just looking at) Maplestory FreeMarket. This was one of the last pictures I looked at that night: http://www.basilmarket.com/show/scre...ts_clean_.html

The area is backwards due to game version (MSEA compare to GMS) which I recall it was the same in my dream.

I was in my dark room and I decided to go to my living room which was also dark as hell. I walk back to my room which the door was open less then halfway. I heard a toy robot (which I didn't see but got an image in my head of what it look like...I just now recall where it came from, it was from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood where Al became depressed) and for some reason it was scaring me. I ran to to living room to turn on the light (lamp) but I notice the robot was going super fast and I was going nowhere for a small house.

[Lucid]
Surrounded by darkness I couldn't care less about the toy and try to go from running to flying (Super Sonic style) but notice that I am waking up so I just woke myself up. I basically told myself "screw it, I will try it next time."

[Awake]
Sleep paralysis kicked in...

All of this time I thought it was just my body being lazy...When I think of paralysis I was thinking of not being able to move no matter how much you try which is somewhat true...But to me...It was more like your body is just too lazy to move.

The window which I can't see out of have a UFO kind of light...I was saying "eat me, eat me" though sleep paralysis wouldn't let me speak.

Here a little note about myself. Eat me is a insult, "kill me", "eat me", basically "have your way with me" but not really sexual though I guess it could be, "possess me" all in one. I am a little suicidal when it come to dreaming (which is funny as in life I wouldn't dare to take risks) and I often couldn't care less.

One dream (not sure if it was recorded or not) I told a demon to "fuck off" while giving it the finger just so the demon to kill me in one fast attack...Yea...

The window didn't have any bright lights when the paralysis wore off.

Now that I know what sleep paralysis truly is now, I now can use it.

I first went to bed and had a dream, a nice dream. I was in a large room, kinda dark (dim). It was for an anime convention and I was waiting in line. The people running the convention doing the registration were being jerks saying I can't leave yet. I was with my friend from high school who I am going to an anime convention with on Saturday. She was really shy, but she was showing signs that he liked me and we kissed a few times. (Very vivid and enjoyable) After kissing, I noticed this one guy sneak out of the room through one of the doors while the registration wasn't paying attention. I thought to myself "I can sneak out too, I wanna look around the convention". So while the registration guy, he was fat and wearing a pink shirt had his head down I made my way to the door. When I got to the door there was a line waiting outside and a lady part of the convention/registration said, "alright looks like they are done, you can now go in". I was pretty sure she was referring to the lined up people. I then walked over to where I could get some lunch with my friend and my old Fluid Dynamics teacher was one of the waiters.

The transition from there was blurry, but I think I was having a FA.

I woke up in my room and I wasn't sure I was awake yet, but I was moving sluggish and in a slightly paranoid state. I turned on the light and walked into the living room. The scenery was exactly as my real house is. I turned on the TV but all the channels were tinted red. That's when I realized I was in a dream. I was freaked out because I've had sleep paralysis before and its always horrifying. I went back to my room, maybe ran and I closed the door behind me. I thought about going back into bed to wake up, but I decided to instead stay up against the door so no one could get in. Then I started saying to myself. "wake up wake up, wake up, wake up" and moving my fingers to my eyes to open my eyelids.

I woke up for real this time and it was 2:30am. I called my boyfriend to tell him my dream and went into the living room and turned on the TV. I stayed up till 4:50, letting the dog out, doing some homework, taking a shower and watching TV. I was really tired again and wanted to go back to sleep. I turned my nightlight on and went to sleep on my side, hoping to lucid dream. (I've only done it once before)

I woke up in bed, and I couldn't move. I was in a sleep paralysis again. I struggled and screamed tried to rolling and falling.

I woke up again in bed, on my side where I had fallen asleep, my light was on, my bed sheets were accurate, my room was accurate my laundry basket and everything in place, but again I couldn't move. I decided I wanted to turn on the light, but for some reason again I was moving very slow. I again realized I was in sleep paralysis still, but I slowly reached for the light, breathing steadily to calm my nerves. When my fingers reached the light I flipped it but nothing changed. I flipped it over and over again. I was in a still very paranoid state. I brought my hands back and lay there, and flipped onto my back. I then heard a male voice coming from the left side of my head in a whisper "listen to me". I was freaking out, so I turned onto my side again to the right and saw the shadow of my laundry basket, which is always there. Then the shadow turned into the shadow of a man. I was horrified and screamed "wake up, wake up, wake up".

I woke up for real this time, 5:30 turned on the light and started googling sleep paralysis.

3:00 AM

Rocket Ship Mattress
Dreamed that I was on a mattress that flew out of my cousin's old house(dream house) past moon, and other places. I had slight control over the mattress(not lucid). What a rush.

Transitioned to

Choral Daemon
Running down dark empty highway 108. Chased and quickly caught by daemon. His face was like carved out pitch-black choral with skin stitched to one side. Its hands were also jagged like choral. As it got really close to my face I could see allot more frightening detail below its brown cloak. It caused me pain by sticking needles and glass into my face and eyes(it hurt but not like it really would have.). Was pretty damn scary.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Two hours after waking up today, I took a nap, because I was hoping to enter SP and have a WILD. Instead, I fell asleep normally and then entered multiple false awakenings. What happened next was one of the longest and most effed-up dreams I've had. When I woke up, I did a record amount of reality checks. Where in the world did this come from, why is my subconscious so demented, and why did it have to happen when I was attempting a WILD?

It was afternoon. I was outside, and the sky overhead looked normal for the time of day. I was walking along the right side of my house, sandwiched between the house and a long, straight wooden fence that extended down it. This fence was ashen in colour and seasoned-looking, with uneven, ragged boards that were slightly pointed on top. There was green grass everywhere, and the exterior of the house itself was made of ruddy red bricks with light-coloured cement in between. I was headed to the backyard, where I "knew" the house's garage would be. When I rounded the back corner of the house and reached the yard, it was an extremely strange setup.

There was the same, tall wooden fence as the one along the side of the house, but this one was much taller, probably twenty feet tall. It fenced in the entire yard on three sides, then connected to the fence I'd just walked along. Because of the yard fence's height, it blocked out the view of everything outside the yard, although I could see tall, normal-looking trees going at least ten feet past the height of the fence. The presence of the ridiculously tall fence and trees caused it to become darker in the yard, since there wasn't as much room for light to get in.

I looked to the left, at the yard. There was just straight brick on the house; there were no doorways or anything to get in and out. There was just more slightly-overgrown grass, and the garage. This garage was painted white and looked rustic; a few patches of paint here and there were flaking off. The garage door was open, but I didn't see any cars.

Then, someone from my school's graduating class walked out. I recognized her immediately, and she looked normal - she had long dark brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. I had invited her over, and now it was time for her to leave. I smiled and waved as she walked past me, leaving through where I'd just come from.

Then, I saw my dad walk up beside me.

"Hey [Puffin], can you help me for a sec?" His voice sounded a bit muffled. I didn't think this was odd.

He led me down the right side of the house, where I had entered the yard from. Once we got past it, the area wasn't the front yard or driveway of a house like you'd expect; instead, it was another backyard. The setup for this part is very hard to explain because of how complex it was. The side of the house we'd just walked down opened up into a square-shaped lot (probably 60x60 feet), completely closed-in by the same tall fence, and on the other side of the fence you could see more trees. A few of these trees even arced over the fence and above the yard a little; their branches and trunks were thick and gnarled. However, they didn't cast any discernible shadows of their own; the whole yard was just in one solid pale shadow, darker than the back yard. The terrain of this yard slanted up five or six feet towards the back of the lot, especially on the left side.

In the middle of this yard, leaving three or four feet on each side for walkspace, was a big hole. The edges of this hole were smoothed out, and covered in grass, but then it steeply dropped off into blackness; it was very, very deep. Sometime when I was walking along the house, my dad had gone past me and ended up on the other side of the hole, in the far left corner of the yard where the ground was the most raised. Apparently he wanted to return to my side, but now the yard was littered with big, wide boards of slightly-destroyed wood. Most of them were irregularly-shaped, like the random pieces of paper a kid cuts out with scissors. My dad couldn't just walk around this field of wood, because they were filling the yard all the way up to the fence. But in the hole, there was a possible way to cross it. There were two very, very tall grey rocks with flat tops floating in the hole. Connecting the two rocks was a large, flat piece of dry grey wood. There were two other wood planks, and this created a bridge across the whole.

On the middle plank, there was also a big, triangular-shaped rock that must have been four feet tall. It looked like it weighed a ton. My dad slowly made his way onto the planks (which wobbled a lot, and he held out his arms for balance, but he didn't look concerned). Once he reached the middle plank, he pushed the rock down into the big hole without any effort, and it disappeared. There was no way he'd be able to push it in real life.

I decided to check in for the day and sleep. I walked away a few steps and looked at the brick wall of the house. Unlike before, when I saw no doors, now there was a basic white door with a gold doorknob. I opened it and walked into blackness. As I walked forward a few steps, I felt slightly numb, losing feeling in my body as I sometimes do when I'm lucid and the dream ends. And I did become slightly lucid at this point! However, the dream scene changed.

I woke up in bed. But not really; it was a false awakening. I couldn't see anything around me because my eyes were still closed, but I knew the room was spacious and had a high ceiling that was painted beige, as were the walls. I knew the bed was an antique, with polished wood with fine details and rich colouration. I knew the bed had white bedsheets and a thicker white quilt on top of that. I was on top of the covers, lying on my left side.

Immediately, I "knew" I was awake and resolved to DEILD. I breathed normally and stayed still. Although the third breath was a bit quicker and deeper than the others, which usually stops my DEILD attempts, I managed to get small vibrations rolling up and down my body. In the center of my vision, I saw a light blue square that was blurring in an outwards direction (almost like a tunnel). It expanded, and a blurry, pale scene formed in front of me. There were very abstract, blurry, dark grey shapes of people's heads and some desks. The only colors in this scene were darker, pale blue and greys. The scene then started to fade slowly as I started to fail the DEILD.

As the scene faded, taking about ten seconds, I saw a very clear image in my mind's eye - it was a shoulders-and-up shot of a beautiful woman holding a baby up against her shoulder, one hand resting on the back of its head. I heard a woman's voice narrating something along the lines of, "most mothers prefer to hold their baby with two hands if they are pregnant." It was nonsensical but I didn't realize it.

Once that image faded, I was back in bed with my eyes closed. I thought, 'let's try this one more time'.

I managed to get the blurry square again, but it was darker than before and disappeared quickly, leaving me lying in bed again. I laid there on my left side for a few moments and breathed out normally. But I didn't get any results.

Then I opened my eyes, giving up. I blinked once and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly high-pitched, desperate scream, like something straight of a nightmare. It said, "don't look up!", and the "up" drew itself out into a long scream of its own. In the next instant, I was still looking at the ceiling, the yellow colors and window briefly flashed white like a camera had gone off, and I heard one of those sounds like in a horror film - it's like the sound wind makes when a big truck drives past you on the highway, minus all the mechanical wheel and actual truck noises. When everything was white, I saw the bright green outline of a tall church steeple, leaning over towards the right. This was in the corner of my vision. The 'outline' was most like someone had taken a simple photo and inverted the colors, so the blacks were white and the other stuff was green.

The flash only lasted a moment, and then as the whiteness and church faded, I felt a momentary 'shift' or acceleration downwards, although I didn't actually move from the bed at all. It was like an invisible force had come into effect and was spiritually trying to pull me down. Then, I felt a hand strongly press me down into the bed, and roll me over onto my stomach, with the left side of my face pressed right against the bed. I couldn't see anything. At some point my vision had stopped working and everything had gone a dark, dark brown. My back was suddenly exposed and uncovered as I laid there, and then I felt a sharp blade slowly going into my back, dragging slowly along my rib. It started about four inches below my right shoulder blade, tracing along that rib. The knife was excruciatingly painful as it slowly cut its way through my skin, which seemed to give too much resistance to be realistic, but that only made it worse. I had never felt this much pain in a dream before. The cut went down along the skin and stopped when it got to the very side of my body. All the while, I was paralyzed, and I screamed like crazy.

For a second, I became almost semi-lucid, and I broke free of the paralysis, but when I moved it, was like my bones were stiff and gelled together or something. I turned around, a bit more onto my back and looked at what was doing this. It was a hooded figure, with a black robe like the grim reaper, and surrounded in something like grey smoke. There was a thin, lighter brown woven cord loosely coiled three or four times around his neck; this cord was made of long brown hair! I wasted no time and growled at this creature and attempted to kick him away, but I couldn't move my legs anymore. I tried to punch him, but I was totally paralyzed again.

He turned me over and proceeded to cut another line into me, slightly further down my body along the next rib. It was really painful. This cut lasted about seven seconds, slightly less than the first, but then I felt another one, a bit further down still. The whole time, I screamed, and as the last cut ended, I saw a flash of another brief image: my vision turned a solid yellow, and I saw three abstract curves that were larger on one end and smaller on the other. The three lines gradated from red to dark brown, almost black, and only took up about a tenth of the total area of my vision; they appeared off near the left side.

For a brief moment during the cuts, I was aware of my sister lying on the bed beside me, and she said something like, "I told you so", but I can't remember the exact words. The words she said were laced with pain as if she was getting cut, too.

The dream finally ended, and when I woke up, I could feel residual stinging in my back. I didn't get up immediately, nervous that I'd entered another FA. It took a lot of RCs and a few minutes of lying stock-still in bed before I could get up and shake things out.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Had a couple of actually pretty awesome dreams last night, but I'm so pissed that I didn't write down or couldn't recall more of a lucid I know I had early on in the night. Might have been so early in the night that the REM period ended. Anyways I was also up and had a bit of an adventure.

01.30: Sleep

02.15: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up and jump out of bed. I grab a pillow and hold it up against the headrest of my computer chair. Phew! I blocked the path of the shots before they were fired. I stand there and hold the pillow firmly against the headrest so it won't shoot Monica who's sleeping.

07.30: Fragments
*I'm lucid. I'm with a few other people and I show them my telekinetic powers. I grab a steel beam of some sorts and throw it over my head. My dad smiles at me. I grab the beam again and a small, black ball. I throw them around simultaneously in different directions. Multitasking!

*I'm talking to a doctor, and for some reason I'm speaking english. I try to tell him that I need someone to look me up. I tell him about my nightly adventures, how I have hallucinations almost every night and I haven't found out why yet. I say that I'm a Dream Guide and very educated when it comes to dreams and such, but I haven't met or read about anyone who also has them.

07.30: WBTB 10 minutes

9.30: Chased by monsters
I'm inside of a big skyscraper. A huge monster is attacking the building, and I open a wooden door and close it. It won't shut properly so I have to try three times before it shuts. I can feel the world change. I open the door and look out. I have teleported to a nearby place on the ground. I can see the enormous monster destroying the building from outside. The building itself is huge, as tall as a skyscraper but just as long. The monster looks something like this.



On a walkie-talkie I can hear my coworker yell as I watch the monster jerk and jump into the huge hole it has made. With insane speed it crashes through the building, spraying debris in all directions. The last thing I hear from my coworker is a scream. The monster pops out on the other side of the building and I decide to get its attention. I whistle as loud as I can. The monster twiches its head and looks me straight in the eye. I know how fast this thing is so I close the door quickly.

Three times to teleport. I open it slightly after the first time and can see the monster outside of the door already. Oh shit I won't make it! I close it and can feel the monster trying to prevent me. I open and close it a third time and teleport away. I lean against the wall and open the door again. I know the monster will have morphed into something less harmful. A small girl appears and looks into the small room I'm in. I grab her arm and drag her into the room and teleport away. I end up on a muddy field, on a sign it says: "Woodstock". I push the girl out the door and teleport away again.

The dream skips. I'm now watching different coworkers, how their days started. I want to find out who's responsible for the monster incident. One guy seems to be harmless, but another one has a strange feel to him. They're Asian for some reason. I go into 1st person mode and I'm in some kind of slum area, near where the teleport ended up the first time. I can see the big building nearby. I immediately run down into the basement, there's something dangerous coming for me. Down at the sewers, a man is lying half-buried in the sand.

He looks very frail, and there's barely skin left on his bones. Two small boys are with him and they appear to be his grandsons. I look behind me at a green door, knowing something bad will come for us any second. "We have to go!" I tell them. I look behind me again and all of a sudden some watery liquid starts seeping through the cracks of the door. The boys picks up their grandpa and we start running. I get some liquid on my feet, it feels like oil.

We run through a maze for a while until we arrive at an arena of some sorts. Grandpa has been forgotten and me and the two kids jump over stacks of rubble and crates to go as high as possible. I see a path above the ground on some construction beams. For some reason we're not going to run anymore, but face whatever's coming. We start building traps with concrete steel on the only walkway there is.

A very big guy in black armor appears.



He starts walking on the pathway and we all release the concrete steel we've tightened. They smack him on his legs, doing absolutely nothing at all. He starts laughing at our futile attempts to stop him. I'm holding a couple of soft spears which has green feathers on them. I throw them at his face, aiming for his red glowing eyes. He starts laughing even more and reaches for me with a huge hand. All of a sudden he cries out in pain, a spear jutting out from his eye.

He goes down on one knee, clutching his face. I take the rest of the spears we've got nearby and hand half of them to the boy next to me. "Throw these in his remaining eye when he comes at us" I tell him. One or two must hit, we've got like twenty spears each. With a roar the man reaches for us and we throw as many spears as we can, I start stabbing him when he's close enough but nothing happens. He grabs me and holds me tight.

I wriggle loose and start clawing and punching him in the face. Again the man laughs at me. Once again he grabs me and holds me tight, I'm screwed this time. The third boy who had been completely forgotten had apparently been preparing some ultimate attack. I watch him as he loads up some crazy gun that emits some futuristic sound. I say his name and the man turns around and gets a full on blast in his face.

I'm dropped to the ground, but the big arm holding my ankle is still squeezing it hard. It hurts alot and I scream in pain. After a while the hand lets go and I breathe out. I try to move my wrist (for some reason my wrist got hurt) and it feels like I can't move it properly. When I turn it, it sounds mechanic, like I've got a prosthetic. "You can do surgery on your wrists now" one of the boys tell me. Like I'm giving an OK to do it finally after all this time.

09.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! What an epic and long dream. Too bad I didn't get lucid when I was in it, that evil guy would have been obliterated.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

this dream was a few days ago, and i shoudl have written it down when i woke up but i was in too much shock.

i am wandering around these cliffs and basins in the deste, almost all the rocks and ground are brown-ish red. i don't truly understand why i am here, but i know i'm looking for something. suddenly i get a very odd feeling and think i might be dreaming but am not entirely sure. i start to get feelings of terror for some reason, but nothing overwhelming. as i continue to walk around, to explore, i see a flash in my mind of a giant monster, in a extremly dark room, it's hard to describe what it looked like, but i can tell you that it was the most frightening thing i had ever seen. i pause in my wandering for a minute because jsut the flash of that thing was enough to take the wind out of me and make my head hurt. i sit down by a wall of rocks/platue and look around. there is nothing, absolutly nothing except the desert and the giant rock structures, like the grand canyon. i really start wondering where i am and why i am here. i know there is a reason but i...Suddenly, i notice there are train tracks. why are these here? then i notice an old man standing there. he looks exactly like Dumbledore from the harry potter movies, except no hat or glasses and a white robe. i go up to him to find out what the hell is going on. as i approach him, Jesus goes flying by on the train tracks as if he was ice skating on them.he had a huge grin on his face as he went by. the old man says to himself, "damn that boy." i kind of stop to think for a minute. is this suppossed to be...god? and why the HELL did jesus fly by on train tracks? i continue to approach the old man. he looks at me and says, "ah finally you are here. let us begin." i ask him what he is talking about and where we are going, but he simply says "follow me" and i decided i had nothing better to do. i try to think of things to say to him but i can't really think of any. we start circling the rocks in the canyon and we come to a temple within the canyon. the temple is built into the side of the canyon, and looking at the size of the canyon, this thing could go on forever. the temple is a dull gray, with pillars holding the rocks off of the entrance. there is some black guy standing there, in some type of leather armor/clothes. he has short black hair and basically look like blade. "god" greets him quickly and we head into the temple. the temple is very dark but it is somehow dimly lit. like with neon lights. the hallway is small and messy. we continue straight down the hall, "god" in front, me in the middle and the black man at the end. the hall turns left. god is moving quickly now, and i have to powerwalk to keep up with him. it is getting darker and darker and every so often there will be trickles of blood somewhere in the hallway. the hallway goes on a little more, then another left. its now a small cubicle room, blood splattered all over it. across the room is another small hallway. we cross that and follow the hallway straight until it take another left. this basically repeats for a few times, but as we move on the halls get smaller and darker with neon lighting coming out of nowhere. as we get farther, "god" starts running. i start running to keep up with him, but everytime i turn a corner or get to a cube room, i jsut see him turning the corner. the black guy is a little bit behind me. every cube room i get to gets bloodier and bloodier, bodies start appearing in them, and eventually message are in the as well. we get to the last cube room, and this time the hall on the other side goes to the right. at this point images are flashing through my head of jsut horrible nasty creatures and things. i walk down the hall slowly and turn a U turn at the end of it.on the other side of the U, there is a huge large Cubicle room, the size of a warehouse building and completly covered in blood and rust, with strange crude writing everywhere. i see a bunch of strange...people, if you could even call them that at the other end of the room. they have dark blue skin, skulls on their heads and red eyes. they weapons but i can't make out what they are from the distance. they start charging us and me and the black guy turn around to run, but as we enter the hall, there is more of them at the other side. since the black guy was behind me on the way in, he was now in front as we where trying to escape. since he was in front, they stab him with a stick that has a butched knife roped around the end, i scream and turn around only to find myself face to face with more of them, i turn around and the ones at the other end of the hall are approaching me. i close my eyes and try to imagine getting stabbed, so it would not hurt as much when they stab me. i feel myself being lifted into the air with a sharp pain in my stomach and i wake up.


odd thing is, the Main large room in the heart of the temple, the Huge Cubicle wharehouse room with blood everywhere and the strange things, i have seen that before in other dreams, just flashes of it though. i have also see the flash of the Giant creature thing IN that room before.

Here is what I can remember about my dream on saturday night, it was quite vivid....non-lucid though

I was at a house (it switched from my own house from my child hood and a house in the woods throughout my dream) We were having a house party with a bunch of people and people I knew (like my brother and roommates) were there. We had very loud music playing and things were going well when I noticed that part of the forest/woods that the house was surrounded by was caught on fire. I began to panic fearing for the house and the lives of those inside, so I began to dial 911 to get some fire fighters out there in time so the house wouldn't burn down. I was getting upset because no one would turn down the music so I could call 911. I kept asking them to turn the music off and tried myself but they would just turn the music up once I turned it down. I kept getting so frustrated to the point of tears because no one was taking the situation seriously. The fire was also acting very odd, when I would try and call the fire department the fire would subside, almost like it knew what I was doing and wanted to even get me in trouble and act like there really was no fire. But of course once I hung up the phone the fire would rage on through out the forest....the dream shifts and my concern is no longer for the fire but for the fact that I couldn't find my laptop (I felt like I had to look up something or something to do online) and I needed it right away. My dad told me that he thought he saw it upstairs in the room that he never used (in real life he doesn't use the master bed room at all). I didn't want to go upstairs because throughout my child hood I always could sense a presence up there and hated sleeping upstairs by myself as a kid. In the dream I kept seeing faces look at me from the top of the stairs and try to scare me and almost dare me to come up their alone. They were taunting me and show me disturbing images almost as visions. I asked my brother and someone else (I didn't know) to come upstairs with me and retrieve my laptop. The person I didn't know had dark hair, was a bit taller than me and about my brother's age (17-19). We began to ascend the stairs and were immediately attacked by some head that had no body but was floating in the air attacking us through our own fear and minds. It had a smile on its face and was just pure evil. Almost looked like one of those faces off a ventriloquist dolls and had that shinny look to it. We got to the room at the end of the hall and tried to block the voice from ourselves and just get the computer. We thought it was on the floor on the side of the bed facing the window, which was on the opposite side of the room. The doll face just floated to where he could see us and I think said something like "you will never be able to leave." I knew something was up so when my brother and the stranger got onto the bed to look on the other side. I knew something was up because as soon as they sat on the bed they began to get very sleepy and were almost passing out into a deep sleep just by touching the bed. I had to almost anchor them by holding onto their legs at their feet and made sure they didn't fall asleep while looking for my laptop. I just stared down the doll face and kind of told it off. We discovered the laptop was not even upstairs and quickly ran back down the stairs. Come to find out my laptop was on top of the fridge the whole time. My dad did not believe us when we told him some demon or spirit tried to lure us into staying up there. Soon after this I woke up.

Last night I fell asleep in the living room by accident, I had a dream in which I was in a forest split by a grass field. Somehow I knew that my opponent was the best sniper ever. I looked down my scope and searched for the enemy on the other side. I sit there for about 10 minutes searching around when suddenly I see a glare from a scope. I line it up and take the shot. Looks like I missed because I got some return fire. I saw a muzzle flash and I rolled out of the way of a bullet, if I didn't I would've been hit. I didn't really have time to look through my scope again. I was getting shot after shot coming at me, her bullets seemed to curve towards me. I got up and ran through the trees almost getting hit. I ran behind an abandoned little wooden hut. But that didn't help at all. Bullets were coming through the wall one after another. I rolled and took a shot then I woke up...

I woke up in the living room in pitch black, I got back to my room and went back to sleep.

I had another dream about fighting with sniper rifles. I was in the same setting again. Except I had a team and so did the other side. I killed about 2 enemies before I realized they flanked us a jeep came up behind us but luckily it wasn't firing at me. I took a shot and killed the gunner. I tried to kill the driver but he drove away. The dream ends.

Hours of sleep: 7
Recall: 1/5
Vividness: 3/5

I performed a WILD last night. Got completely wrong It made me at first 1h to fall asleep so I fall asleep around 00:30. The alarm clock went for 05:40 and perform a WBTB for 30 minutes, read over my DJ, perform every 7 minutes a RC. I went to bed and performed WILD, but found no good position to fall asleep. My back and my shoulder were hurting all the time and it seemed that I was to long awake to go back to the sleep. I failed WILD and fell asleep normally. But I awoke every half an hour, because here was a lot of trouble going at home: my elder brother went to work and was really noisy, my mother called my other brother that he doesn't go to late at high-school, and around 7 am the workers start to work on the construction site near our house.

So it's no surprise that I just remember one dream

I'm in a field near a wood or something like that. I want to take my car, but there is a farmer who seems to be in trouble: He has a group of dears stuck in his parcel and some of them are trapped in the barbedwire. I ask him if I could help him and he says yes. As I approach the dears grow up to 3 meters and look very aggressive. They have red eyes and kind of sharp teeth. The farmer dissappears. I ran away and hide in the near wood and I see how those killer dears panic, cut themselves wit the the wire and start attacking each other. They finally breach out but there is 5 Meter high gorilla attacking the creatures. He ends up tangled in some lianes and gets hanged.

I awoke because of the alarm clock. I was kinda disturbed cause it's been a while I had a nightmare.

Ok so I have been gone forever but I had two dreams recently that I wanna remember.

This one was lucid almost the whole time, but it was a short one. (about a week ago)

I am sitting somewhere inside a building. I think it is the youth room in my church. It is dark. A guy a like, let's call him "C", is sitting next to me. He is six years older than me so in real life I would never be able to do this. ... Anyway, I know i am dreaming for some reason so I just lean over and kiss him, but there was no feeling. It was like I didn't have nerves. (dangit) Then I woke up.

Dream 2 ( two nights ago)
This one was totally non lucid, but was totally clear and I remember almost all the details. It felt real.

Again I am at church, inside the lobby area. It is very dark, near black, inside. I am all alone, or so I think. From behind me, arms encircle my waist, and I hear a familiar voice next to my right ear, "I know how you feel about me, Jessica," it is C, my secret crush, "I can tell by the way you look at me, and the way you blush when I talk to you. Remember the time I spoke into your ear to tell you to play louder? I saw you blushing. I can tell that you like me. I like you, too." At that point, he turns me around and leans as if he is about to kiss me (note that he is almost a foot taller than me) but we are interupted when our Youth Pastor calls for us. Next thing i know, I am in my family's van. The door is open, and I am on the right side. C is standing there, again about to kiss me, again interupted.
Next, I am in my house during the day time. My mom looks at me as if she knows that C and I secretly like each other. I am texting him. He says he wants to hang out some time. I say that we can meet after church, because he is the church's drummer and i am the bassist, we stay after church longer to help put stuff away or to practice. That night happens to be Youth Night, so our friend, Scotty, wants us to practice. I get there a few minutes early, and so does C. At that point, though, the dream blurrs and I wake up moments later.

You know, I have been having so many dreams about "C" lately. I wish these would come true. My dad was talking to my mom about something last night about "C", something funny he did or something, and I asked who they were talking about. My dad said "C____." and i said "you mean the one from church" And my dad said "Yes, your C____." How in the heck does my dad know I like C?!? Or does he really know? Eh whatever.

Here is one I had when I stayed at a hotel with a graveyard next to it.

I though I had woken up. There was what appeared to be a ghost next to me. I woke up for real and was totally freaked out.

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Note: My brother Peter is autistic and at the time I had this dream I felt that he was getting way in over his head with my parents church because something social clicked in his brain. My mother feels that his autism is being healed while I believe that that he is just changing his very extreme focus like he has always done.

I kept watching my brother drown repeatedly. There was nothing I could do. Dream transitions to funeral / show. I was standing next to a Pete look alike and and his fat down syndrome friend(DC only.) Mom was still talking like Pete was alive which made me sick and embarrassed. Part of the show is we watch Pete shoot off a cannon.

As we were leaving we started splitting up strangely marked and tagged pills. Most belonged to the special fat kid, two were mine(note: I don't do pills). Mom kept on talking and calling the clone Pete. I extremely angry and yelled at her to stop.

Stan & Francine Smith (American Dad) were on a scary religious kick, in which they lured men into knowingly having an affair with the married Francine, and then killing the "adulterous bastards". Things kept going wrong, and Francine kept getting hurt at the last moment, dying. Because of American Dad logic, however (where, often, new conflict is brought up and left unresolved at the end of episodes), Stan concluded there must be multiple American Daduniverses, and could kill himself to switch between them.

This continued, eventually where Stan became my father, and Francine my sister (I think the plot changed at this point, too). They found out I knew what was going on, and I became afraid for my life, so when they were acting natural (but likely planning to kill me), I began breaking a window in the apartment, hoping to jump to the outside. I kept beating them back, and punching out the screen (which, in reality, the window doesn't have), until I finally managed to get to the outside. My sister said something about me having a limited time to live, and that I should spent it eating sweets or something, like others of the "social class" (by context, it seems to have meant "middle class").

I began to run, deciding to eat dream sweets (at this point, I had some knowledge that I had some godlike control over this reality). I found a nearby bagel place, which I suspected also sold donuts. I noticed a rather cute girl inside, and began to talk to her, when she left with her mother. A moment later, though, a very similar girl (or it could have been the same one returning) showed up, saying "You should take me to dinner." I tried momentarily to think of something witty to say, then turned to thinking of where to go. Before I could, however, she continued "Actually, you should just come have dinner at my place." And, a moment later, "We can just eat dinner in my room."

I agreed, deciding that if I really did have little time left, I might as well have fun. We proceeded to her place, which happened to be next door to my father's apartment (where I'd jumped out a window, earlier). When I realized this, I began to mentally change my appearance, giving myself longer black hair, a shorter face, and a squarer jaw. I asked her what my hair color was, and she seemed kind of annoyed by the stupid question, but after a bit of pestering, told me it was black. Armed with this, I decided I should test out my disguise on my father and sister. At the apartment, a memorial service was being held in my honor, and I walked up, saying something about being sorry for their loss. They asked me if I'd known me, and I said I was just in town for a short time.

I turned to leave, and began going to the girl's apartment for "dinner", but it turns out I'd installed video feeds in my father's apartment, and that my father/sister suspected my disguise. They'd seen where I'd gone; I had to get the girl out of there. I began running up and down this vaguely familiar apartment (similar layout to my dad's), trying to find a big enough window for us to escape through. Eventually I found one which might work, and began breaking it.

It was like a whole movie. The dream begins with me sitting in a movie theatre, watching a movie, and there are several other people watching too. But the theatre isn't full, just a quarter full. All of a sudden, some kids, mostly very young maybe a few teenagers, all running in from the back of the theatre, past me, and up around the back of the stage. There were about thirty to forty kids, but the speed of the stampede was other than natural. And I sensed extreme fear.
They had just passed, and disappeared behind the screen, and no one else in the audience seemed to care, but I got the feeling that whatever scared them into moving like that, it might threaten me, too, if I just sit in my seat, so I got up and ran to catch up with them.
So I go behind the screen, up several flights of stairs, running and getting more scared myself. The kids all reach a bunch of theatre seats way at the top and at the end of the line, so everyone tries to hide. Nobody's really hiding too well, just in their seats, with their heads down.
A moment later a few adults come in, and turn on the lights; they see everybody, and start picking out different ones and calling lo each other, and also yelling out some chant at everyone. These are the people the kids were running from. I get picked, among other people, and I'm asked, or told, to do an operation on someone, and asked if I can be ready in three minutes. I'm handed, as are some of the other kids around me, a packet, with maybe a scalpel and a syringe and some medical-looking stuff, and the chant at us now is something like "we give you the power of life and death, but you have to use it for us and do what we tell you."
I'm getting worried and ask if I can make it ten minutes from now instead of three, thinking I'll try to escape. My offer is contemplated, and rejected.
I decide to make a run for it. Apparently we're about ten levels of balconies up in this movie theatre, all behind the screen, and each lower level is a little farther out, and there are big golden bars, so you can jump, holding on to the bars, and it's a series of small leaps, not a huge fall. I start leaping down, and I'm getting away, but there's a middle level that's much bigger than the others, like the concession stand area. I get that far, and they catch up with me. I'm not the only one who tried to get away, there are two or three others, and we're all cornered on this large, middle balcony. The chasers stand in the middle of the floor talk calmly to us, then pull up chairs and sit down and lecture us, calmly. It's like a manager disciplining an employee in his office.
But I and one or two other kids are in the corner, standing on top of something, and there's a big glass punch bowl. I smash the glass punch bowl, and we all start throwing the sharp chunks of glass at these 'managers'. Most miss, but two out of the three managers get up calmly, looking disappointed, and walk away. The one main guy walks forward, walks straight up to me, talking sternly and more forcefully. I put one huge shard of glass right into his forehead. Blood comes out, but he continues talking and talking, like nothing happened.
Now I and the other two kids are really scared, and we must have looked confused, because he breaks his monologue for a second, pulls the glass out of his head, and says "oh, this?" Then he starts pulling all the flesh of his head apart and off, and his skull is showing through, and he's still talking, saying something like "this doesn't matter, I'm beyond this." We're totally frightened by this, and we're corralled, brought back to the top floor where everyone else is.
I'm not sure what happened next. Some time went by, but I decided to make another run for it. I start swinging, jumping, holding on to the bars, going down the different levels again. They start chasing me again, but not that hard, just like I'm a nuisance, but they're right behind me. But I'm trying harder this time, and I have more momentum going, and as I'm getting near the bottom levels, I see some people on the side I recognize. I touch their faces as I go by to make sure they’re real, and they are, and it feels reassuring, at least I have witnesses, and they cheer me on. I make it to the bottom and I come out a door into the lobby of the real movie theatre, out of that whole supernatural realm.
The three pursuers are right behind me, and they follow me out into the natural realm. But several movie theatre employees see them, and it's like they've always known who they were but couldn't chase them into their own realm. They see these three guys, and they gather around each and stamp them to death on the floor of the lobby, chanting "flesh and blood, flesh and blood". It's like as soon as they followed me out into the lobby of the real movie theatre they were mortal, and totally vulnerable and easy to kill. I looked at the splattered bodies on the floor in the lobby.
The dream went on a little while longer, just me hanging out in the lobby and doing stuff. And when the shift was over, all the employees gathered by me smiling to say goodbye, and congratulations. And I looked at all their faces and I recognized them from somewhere, but I don't know where. It's not the story I would have liked to see happen. I would have liked to see reconciliation, not the killing. I thought there were no 'demons', and no fear, but I reverted to feeling fear. I hoped to do better in my next encounter.