nightmare

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.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of June 12-13 and 14-15, 2011.]

Night of June 12-13

There is a murder investigation taking place in a house that looks a lot like my grandparents' house. I am directly involved, and the investigation is highly elaborate and has a detailed plot, with lots of dialog. [Of course, I can't remember any of the specifics now.] Partway through, the dream morphs from live-action into a Tim Burton stop-motion movie featuring the Grim Reaper, who “kills” me. I somehow know I'm not really dead, though. I fall over backwards from the force of the scythe-blow and land in a sling, suspended from a moving, overhead track; it's part of a theme park ride. The ride takes me through “heaven” and ends with me exchanging salutes with Weird Al, who is standing in for Jesus on the ride.

Night of June 14-15

[Bizarre, Disneyland-related dreams FTW! This time,] I'm with a vivacious traveling companion, and we have time-traveled to the year 2011. [Whether backward or forward, I do not know.] We wonder how we know what year it is, until we come up with the obvious answer: “Because that's the year we set the time machine for?”

The entrance to the new version of Star Tours is in a rotating building with revolving doors. [This dream was in anticipation of the upcoming weekend; I was planning to go to Disneyland to ride the new Star Tours the following Sunday, June 19th, and I did.] Inside, there is a loading/staging area for the ride with circular staging zones.

“Abilene!” I say to a 1-year-old girl who is in the staging area with me. “You know you can't be on the end [of the row of seats]!” I take her spot in the staging area, making her and the other little kids move over along the row, toward the outside of the circle.

I was ready to take a nap yesterday because I was super tired from having to run around stores all day long.

I laid down on my back in my bed and I was super determined to have a WILD. I've never felt so confident.
As I laid there I thought about something I read here on Dreamviews.. "..it is impossible to WILD without first falling asleep. This is your main focus." And I've almost only focused on being aware all the other times I've tried WILD so this time I allowed myself to fall into a dream.

In the dream I was in a car on a big field of grass. I was looking at a picture of a couple (I know) on a laptop in the backseat. Suddenly I see them coming behind the car so I quickly tried to close it.. Didn't want them to know I looked at them or something. So I went out of the car and I see my mom. All of a sudden I hear the sound of a car turning fast on gravel. I turn my head and my dad and his friend jumps out of the car in question and act real freakishly with a pair of hockey sticks. My dad frightens me. He acts like he is possessed.

I wake up. And [U]now[/U] it begins.

As I wake up, I don't really wake up. I am only aware of my body once again and everything is black. My eyelids are closed. Do you know the feeling when you've been sleeping on your arm and you raise it up and there's a tingly feeling that feels kind of weird? I got that feeling, in my entire body. I realized that this was it, Sleep Paralysis.
And as I realized that I felt like I was falling through my bed. Like I didn't weigh a thing.

Next thing I know, I have entered an LD. I bolt out of my bed and I see my dad running outside my bedroom, looking for me and it scares the hell out of me. I call out to him and I am 100% aware of what I'm doing.
He turns to me and he's coming at me as I scream at him "Dad! You're acting weird in my dream! It's a dream! Dad!"

He bolts at me and I wake up.


[U][I]My own comments[/I][/U]: I told my brother about this and he asked me "Why didn't you just teleport away or something? You knew it was a dream didn't you?" Well, [I]first [/I]of all I was pretty scared and my adrenaline was pumping (in the dream) so I didn't know what else to do.
[I]Second [/I]of all, I have a long track record of being a dumb Lucid Dreamer. I can have the most obvious dream signs, and not wake up. Although [U]I was[/U] aware 100% this time, it seems I am still dumb in my dreams. I could have went through the floor or whatever but the thought didn't cross me.


Still! Progress is progress and progress is awesome. :banana:

This dream is very old (and long)...

I once dreamt that I was in a fishing competition at a giant swimming pool that was so deep that you couldn't see the bottom of the pool, only blackness. While I was fishing I caught a decent sized fish but the person beside me was jealous and bumped me so the fish fell of my rod so I had to try again. The second time I cast out my line I noticed something coming from the depths of the pool, and it was very long and black. It appeared to had gotten my fishing line and as it got closer I saw that it was a giant eel. The announcer then announced on the speakers that I was the winner of the competition, but I wasn't thinking about that. As the eel got closer I noticed how large it was and began to get scared, I dropped my rod and started to run away. I ran through the tunnel that was behind me which had old wooden planks for the floor. The tunnel was dark and you could see water underneath the planks. As I was running I tripped and my foot broke through one of the boards, and then I blacked out.

When I awoke again I was sliding down the throat of the eel. The eel's throat and stomach were disgusting. There were bits of dead flesh and bone floating in the water and also something very strange. Near the back of the eels stomach was a pale, naked man crouched down in the water and debris. He seemed almost inhuman and for some reason reminded me of the pale man from pan's labyrinth, except that he didn't have a weird face like them or eyes in their hands. He looked and me and smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. I then decided that I was going to escape. I turned around and started to crawl up the throat of the eel.

When I reached the mouth of the eel I noticed another thing that was very strange. From the eel's mouth I could also see their nostrils and their eyes, which were clear like windows. I looked out of one of the eyes and saw that we were flying through a city. After looking out the eel’s eyes I prepared myself and leaped out of their right eye. I floated slowly to the ground, turned back to glance at the eel, and then started to run and sometimes levitate or jump. As I was trying to escape from the eel I saw the man who was in the eel’s stomach climb out of its mouth and onto the eel’s head. He appeared to be controlling the eel and he kept pointing his finger in my direction and yelling stuff to the eel.

While I was running from the eel I came across some train tracks and I noticed a train coming so I flew up over the train, hoping that the eel might not be able to get me since it appeared to only be able to fly close to the ground. The eel tried to follow me and sort of jumped over the train, but then it went down again and I was able to escape. I flew high into the sky and saw the city spread out below me. I then flew towards one tall building that had a swimming pool on it. I dived into the pool and went straight to the bottom. At the bottom of the pool was a little tunnel. I went through the tunnel and then came out of a pool of water in a different area.

The new area was a building for scientific research. For some reason my clothes were gone now and I appeared to have the ability to create life. I made a pool of water in the middle of the floor and made plants grow around it and salamanders in water. The scientists were very interested in me and appeared to be studying me. Soon after that I woke up.

Before I begin this recall, I want to share that I am a weightlifter, and concluded that, this has something to do with the unfortunate events of the lucid dream. On my first attempt at trying to dream lucid, while being here, was successful, but I count this as a failure. Ok lets begin
So I have awaken from a previous dream that I can no longer recall because my next two are much more interesting, however I will on give details about the lucid dream. Still tired, I decide to do a reality check. My first reality check is Completely closing my nose and proceeding to try to breath through it. My second reality check is motioning the nail of my index finger down my chest. Before the Lucid dream, I attempted this and rationalized that I was, infact, awake. Not even Two thoughts pass, and I initiate the two checks again, The first was a success as predicted, but then it begins. I put my hand under my chest to do the second check, but as I do, I feel something alarming! My chest is much bigger than it should be, and it's not even muscle. I get up from my bed to look in the mirror, and low and behold, I am now a woman. WTF! I remember the concept dream control, and try to apply that in this situation, turning myself into a boy yet again so I can finally begin my journey, but to no avail was I successful. I then tried to then spawn zombies and snipers in my dream, but alas, another failure. So I already give up on this dream and go to the living room to watch some dream tv waiting for this catastrophe to be over, and maybe I can create some hilarious shows, atleast..... nope. Every show I turn to is just a warped version of a tv show created in the real world. As I flip the channels, depressed, I notice my brother and sisters continuously walking from my mothers room where the baby is, back to either my room or my brothers. But whatever, then my brother comes up to me and demands me to tell my BOYFRIEND to stop knocking on his window so he can let him in... double WTF!! I am now disgusted and utterly disappointed in what lucid dreaming can produce. I didn't evenget to attempt to fly, or teleport, or just have fun, just because this dream began on a bad note.
So I woke up and immediately realized why I was a girl in my dream. Before I went to sleep, I went to the gym. I noticed first that; My pecks were getting bigger. So much so, that if I pushed my arms together, the would look like boobs...... lol, don't judge me. But anyways, the second thing I noticed, was my bum got bigger too. So I guess that transfered and transformed who I was in my lucid dream..... BOOO, that sucked.

Ok so I know there was more to this dream but this is really all I completely remember.

I was going to someone's house in a zombie apocalypse. It was our family friends house. I got inside and talked to them and kinda relaxed for a bit. I think my friend Cole was there. We were there and I remember that there was another zombie outbreak, it was near this house. (This house was actually a ground level apartment). We all ran into the back room and were gonna hide. My friend Cole and I grabbed blankets and hid behind the bed. The others seemed to hide behind doors and in closets. My friend seemed mad at me.


So here is a minor side note. In this dream (it was actually pretty lengthy) It felt like it was really long. I wanted desperately for this to be a dream and just for me to wake up and be having a normal life. Because literally this felt like real life. It was a long dream. I had never wanted to wake up so much in my life, the constant horror of my worst fear made this a pretty bad nightmare.

I dreamt about waking up at 11:45 (and had to be at my work at 12:00) so I panicced around, trying to make someone take my shift, but couldn't. I couldn't get on the bus in time either.
Today I actually had to go to work at 12:00, but I woke up in time luckily :-)

Then later i dreamt about finding a maggot infested body in the woods. Not sure if it's a part of the other dream.
More detailed; I walked on a trampled path in a field of tall grass, showing a person where the body was. We moved some planks with nettles, and found a supposed old, rotten and dead woman with a coat on and a massive bulge on her back. Maggots, flies and leeches were crawling all over her. The person I showed her to, lifted her up and walked away with her.



Side notes: It seems that lately, I've been dreaming about stuff that could happen/go wrong the next day if I've been nervous about it.
Another example is that the day before my oral english exam, I dreamt that I went through alot of awkward trouble and turned up 15 minutes late for it. Very related to this. I should start doing reality checks every time something goes wrong (I'm clumsy).

Gotta find the right fit
I was some kind of coast guard or sea sanitation worker, and noticed Boyd Fowler (of Dexter) kill someone or dump a body into the sea. He was not alone, he was accompanied by the gay assassin from The Mechanic. I tried to sneak up on them, and to apprehend Boyd with a butterfly net (for some reason), but was noticed, and they almost killed me. They got in their jeep and chased me around the nearby parking lot, but I kept hiding between cars and jumping over them (I generally have that superpower in my dreams).

There's a little gap here, like in a movie, where they've gotten annoyed and left, and I've somehow followed them, though I'm watching "myself" in third person. It seems Boyd sees me, but isn't going to give me away, but the other guy notices him looking over his shoulder and sees me, raising the alarm. I end up in a tree, telling them I've called in FBI investigators and enforcers, and they're screwed. It turns out the FBI woman in charge is Boyd's fiancé, and is supposed to (because it's a movie) defect to him and cause more problems. The character doesn't really want to, though, because she loves her job, so a series of similar-looking women show up. One also likes her job more than she does Boyd, but one does not, so the others leave and she becomes the new FBI woman. Eventually, I simply agree that I'm on Boyd's side (because I have a pretty sketchy sense of morality when I'm in physical danger), and start coming down from the tree.

I'm taking what class?
I was a strange combination of my old school (the one I attended from grades 9-11) and my older school (grades 7 and 8), wandering around, noticing a few attractive women (who I failed to hit on!) around. Something indicated to me that it was time for class, and so I wandered around again, trying to find my Drama classroom. Eventually, I found a sympathetic teacher, who helped me find the class, as it was right beside his. This part of the school was reminiscent of my grade 7-8 school, as the top floor was all "open-concept" classrooms.

I got to my Drama class from behind, and there were a few people sitting on a couch, with the teacher in a chair nearby. Hoping to achieve either humor or inconspicuousness, I vaulted the back of the couch, and landed almost perfectly. The teacher did notice me, however, and chided that I'd missed most of the class. I began to explain what had occurred, when she cut me off "I know, I know, he called me" ("he" being the teacher I'd run in to). She seemed rather amused, though a little annoyed, about the whole thing.

E=mc^2
I was in a dorm of some kind, and was watching it be robbed by an adult and a boy (who had presumably been raised by the adult from a young age). There were all kinds of swords and knives mounted on the wall, and the two began stuffing them into bags. The boy grabbed a sword and hesitated for a moment, when the adult's back was turned, and I knew he wanted to kill the adult. So I crouched down, allowing the boy to run up, step on my back, and launch himself towards the adult. Quite calmly, the man whose death was imminent turned around and, midair, impaled the boy with a sword of his own, stabbing the sword straight down into the ground, through the boy's back.

I decided it was time to get out of there, and wrenched open the door and ran out. It seemed that, at this point, there were still somehow two robbers left, one of whom I recognized as my friend Jake, and another whom I didn't get a good look at. They chased me out of the dorm, I ran across the open-concept hallways, through the library (both familiar to my grade 7-8 school), breaking a light on the ceiling when I sailed over people and bookshelves, and down the stairs, into a room with tons of windows (reminiscent of Waterloo, my next year's school), where I ran into a friend of mine, who seemed amused and confused about why I was running so hard.

I dashed by her, practically ignoring her, and onto a patio, just outside this floor. It was made of actual stone formations, looking not carved by man, and was somewhat oddly-shaped as a result. There was no railing, and so I proceeded to go to the edge, hoping I wouldn't have to jump the 10 feet to the ground outside. I didn't; there where similar stone formations creating steps down to the ground, and I jumped down them and, with the last step being 4-5 feet, rolled when I hit the ground (partly for style, and partly to build that reflex - by this point, I had a sense that it wasn't quite real).

I continued running, asking people if they'd seen Jake. The first person said no, but the second said they'd seem him just looking for me. With no time to explain, I just kept running, and that person went on to tell Jake where I'd gone. I was now approaching a building with awnings on each floor above the door, and a small crowd in front of it. I jumped, grabbing the edge of the awning just above the second floor, trying to pull myself on top of it (though I knew it wouldn't hold my weight). When I started to pull myself up, I could hear the fabric start to rip. Looking down, I could see Jake approaching. I pulled myself up slowly, made it on top and.. I believe the dream was briefly interrupted by my WBTB alarm (PC Alarm Clock Pro, in case anybody's interested; near-recent versions are "procurable").

I was now on the awning just above the first floor, and I rolled off it, landing on my feet. Jake was only a few feet away, and so I began to run. I noticed now that Jake looked more like my other friend Joel, who was now using a very curved blade to slash at me. Over the next minute, it slowly evolved into a frisbee, with the magical ability to cut whatever it hit. He threw it at me, I dodged, and kept running. He threw it again, I dodged, threw it back, missing, and kept running. He threw it again, and somehow, I caught it! This back-and-forth proceeded for a while, until we approached a hedge, with a small hole in it. The hedge was a gateway to another "dimension", and Joel required 5 magical frisbees to open it. He finally procured 4, and I was holding the last one. I threw it at him, hoping to kill him, but it missed, and he opened a portal. I hid.

The Joel who approached me attacked me again, but the frisbee-sword missed, and I was now holding it. I confused "parallel universe" with "parallel antimatter universe", so I pointed out to him that matter and antimatter don't work well together, and he grew a little unsure. He didn't believe me, I kept convincing him, and eventually, he allowed me to kill him.

Now that danger was averted, there was a yay-we're-not-dead parade of some kind, and I was an honorary member, because I'd mainly been the one to avert danger. It was a very Asian event (hey, this dream was largely based on Waterloo), so some looked at me strange, but I didn't care. Inside, a number of us crowded around an artifact gained from the ruins of the other universe, and one man began to read the scripture aloud. Then, the president (?) of China came in (a woman!), and proceeded to try and slay one of the female babies. I initially intervened, but the president's argument of "She's having her period and she's not even 2!" sounded very convincing to my quite-groggy brain.

Almost lucid
I went upstairs, to a very similar dorm from my previous dream, and found Frank Lundy (from Dexter) covered in blood, with a number of tools, in one of the rooms. We initially fought over the tools, but we each took some and went our separate ways (clearly, I didn't trust him, but for the moment, he was pretending he didn't want to kill me). He selected a syringe, which I believe he planned to use to kill my sister (who, don't ask my how I know, was downstairs, and going to come up to her room). I tried to take it from him, but neither of us could really gain the upper hand, and I ran outside, which was now my actual front yard. At this point, I became fully aware I was dreaming, and started to walk to the street, which is my usual place to be lucid, but Lundy came out and I woke up.

A happy ending
I was back at school, looking for my Drama classroom again. I ran into the same teacher, and asked for the same help. He reminded me we'd been through this, and pointed to the stairs we'd gone up last time. We went up stairs at the other end of the hall, and I could now see my classroom!

Fragments
There are some scattered dream fragments around, like being on a high-up balcony at the school, made largely of a reddish rock, with my friends.

Also, one fragment of being in the car with my dad, where no more murderers could reach me. He said he wanted to stop quickly, something about a boy, and I immediately became scared (we were driving at night, and he wanted to open the doors?). We started to approach a feral-looking wolf in the car.

I apologize if I wrote this in a bit of a confusing way.

There was a competition held by an evil spider lady who loved to kill people. Me, Kenneth and vin were on a team vs a group of girls. She forced us to do meaningless things and if we argued we would be killed. The person actually doing the event was like a gameshow host/announcer. We had to jump into a pool and grab the sponge/die with the right number on it for the question. It was soon 2 to 2, but we knew we are all going to be killed no matter who won the contest.

I remember that earlier on I was in a room with a huge slide-like thing with huge pearls going down it. The lady and I were at the top. It's like she was training me to be like her. There was a screen at the top. She asked me what my favorite animal at the circus was. I replied lion. She pressed something on the screen and a lion came into view and started attacking the people on the screen. It was only like an animation, but it represented what was really happening somewhere in her huge building. She was telling me how to work the machine. I was begging her to stop but she wouldn't listen. After that, she made me work for her. My job was to collect the pearls that didn't have numbers on them. While working I tried to rebel and attack her but she got mad. I can't remember what happened, but then it skipped to the competition.


New dream, I think this one was before the whole evil lady dream. I was in the huge decrepit mansion. The place was made of only wood. Soon these pink-skinned dragonlike creatures broke through the ceiling and began to attack everyone and crush everything around it. People were screaming and running. I looked for an exit. There was a girl on a sort of loft-like platform with a ladder leading up to it. She told me this was the only safe way out. I started to climb up but there was a huge spider on the ladder. I freaked out (I hate spiders) and the girl was getting impatient. I could still here the crashing of wood inside.

I also remember being in my moms car while she was driving over a steep hill. So steep that it was almost a 90 degree angle to the ground. At the top we could see an ad on a bilboard for six flags. It said that you can buy their commercials on a DVD for ten dollars. "why go to six flags when you can experience it from your own home?" I asked my mom why they were selling commercials on a DVD.

[I have been writing DJ entries throughout June, both by hand in a paper journal and in a document on my hard drive. I feel like working on bringing my online DJ up to date tonight, so I'm going to.]

Night of June 5-6

I'm in a bedroom that resembles the one I had at House #2, but isn't exactly like it. I'm getting dressed, and my mom is in the room. I explain to her that I don't own any khakis or chinos, only jeans and black pants. [This is almost, but not quite, true in real life. I do have some khaki capris, but only one pair.] In a drawer, I find a couple of pairs of khaki capris, one pair of which is a light brown with a pretty, darker brown pattern of flowers and leaves on it. I think they might be too small for me, but I put them on anyway.

Night of June 6-7

A woman is being held in a dark, underground room. She's being tortured by having her hands bound together above her head in such a way that her elbows are being forced to bend the wrong way. She laughs and is good-humored about it, but this is just a facade to hide the horrible pain she's in. Other torture goes on, with torture implements, and other scary things happen [but I no longer remember the details]. All of the events of the dream unfold visually, but are accompanied by ongoing, simultaneous background narration provided by [a novelist whose audiobooks I often listen to]. The events are are all part of one of his novels, which I'm listening to. [I've been listening to his stories all these years, and they're just now giving me nightmares? Actually, I think I know why this might be: Now, I actually have a visual image in my memory to go with the concept of 'torture implements.' I got this visual image from seeing “Limitless;” that scene freaked me out, and I had to look away. That fact, plus the fact that I was really anxious about real-life stuff as I was going to sleep on this night, most likely caused the nightmare.]

Night of June 8-9

I instinctively realize that I'm pregnant, with twins, while I'm out and about, doing something. Later, I go to a hospital because I think it's my time to give birth, but it doesn't happen.

[Different scene.] I'm with a bunch of my friends, cleaning up the mess left behind after some big event in a large, indoor area. Cleaning up includes gathering together, sorting, and storing all the leftover pens and markers that were being given away at the event.

[Yet another scene.] I'm going to the hospital for a checkup.

At some point [I don't remember in which scene it was], I put my hand on my lower abdomen to feel the small bump that's starting there, and think about how I should stop drinking soda and eating unhealthy foods. [This dream felt very real while I was in it, so much so that when I woke up and recalled it, I went, “Wow, all that was just a dream? Whew, that's a relief!”]

I was standing by the pool in my yard. I decided to go for a swim. So I took off my cloths, to my horrer I had a spare tire stomach that extended out further than my under wear. The dream ended.

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

Notes:
This relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.

The dream starts off with me walking through a field. There is a thick and heavy fog and I cannot even see the ground under my feet but I can feel it - it is very bumpy and unstable, like I am walking on frozen pillows or something, if that makes any sense. I am walking up a slight incline and the fog recedes a bit when I reach the top.

The unstable ground I am walking on is covered with thousands of bodies as far as the eye can see. There are so many bodies and they are piled on top of each other so high that I cannot see any natural ground at all. Most of the bodies are men in green or grey uniforms but there are also women and children laying about. Despite all of the dead bodies, many of which are in various states of decay, I don't remember smelling the rot around me.

In front of me is a small pond. There are bodies in the water but not as many as on the ground and the water is a dark reddish brown because it is filled with blood and rotting flesh. I walk past the pond and to the other side of the hill, but it is slow going because stepping across the mounds of bodies is difficult. The fog has lessend, but there are still bodies as far as the eye can see and I cannot get away from them no matter how far I go.

So this dream starts out in Ventura, the town I was born in. Me and my family is watching a news report showing heated debate about something. One side is arguing about using nuclear weapons more extensively, after developing a particle that destroys radiation, the Rwanda particle (not sure why I picked Rwanda). Somehow things escalate so quickly that one side ends up nuking Los Angeles. my family ends up getting into a vault type bunker, and live for ten years in it, until we get a GLaDOS type voice telling us that radiation levels are minimal. we head up, and somehow all of california is a wasteland, like Fallout. Anyway, my dad is killed by the monsters, who look a bit like the Zerg and only attack at night, and I become the head of the family. Somehow we can just drop down guns and building materials from the sky, and manage to hold them off. I use the days to work on the upgrading the shack, and teaching two people, whose faces I never see in the dream, how to play a saxophone and a tuba. For some reason the guy playing the tuba is in a granary, and the woman's saxophone looks like a trumpet... anyway, i finally send for a huge vehicle to get us all out, and we make it back to Arizona, where there is a huge area set up for refugees, that happens to be in my high school, which makes me suspect that the blast affected about half of AZ, since I live in the center... Anyways, I end up causing the entire evil corp, who was apparently run by GLaDOS mixed with Rosie, to revolt against her, and give me a piece of paper, somehow worth a million dollars... I also steal a pretty rock, as its a gemstone mining corp... So this robot starts living with me and the veteran soldier, and we found out it can manufacture water and Rwanda particles using any sort of matter. It then proceeds to switch the soldiers Rwanda needle with arsenic, killing him. The robot splits in half revealing a blood spattered iron maiden, and that's where i woke up.

Me and JR was at our old apartment in Desoto. Jr was showing me how to play a game that was very similar to Dioblo. For some reason the computer stops working. Then I had noticed I needed to leave. I needed to bring Simon to Marie's house, get the car, and go to school. As I turned on to second street about to cross the creek the earth started to shake, the water in the creek started to rise, the streets began to crumble and fell into the sinking ground. Fire balls were falling from the sky's smashing buildings just like in the game I was just watching. I began running when the ground started shaking. I ran to Marie's house and the whole time my scenery was of this. Hillary wasn't there when I arrived. I was panicked. No one to watch Simon while I was at school. Marie tried reaching her on the phone. Marie watched Simon for me. I walked to school. Went into my art class. The teacher told us to do something but I forgot what it was when I woke. While doing what the teacher asked tyler walked in. I was upset with him and didn't want to talk. I just wanted to do my work. I felt anxious and overwhelmed by the situation. So I left the table to go wash my brushes. I turned on the radio and a song I like was on. I stated singing it. ("Here without you") I turned to my right to get the next brush to wash. Tyler was there on his knees singing the song too me. I dropped my brushes. I started crying and stated to run away. He grabbed me to stop me. I woke up from the jerk.