nightmare

This occurred while I was sleeping in my bedroom at my mom's house on either January 12th or 13th.

It started out in a suburb in (what my mind was telling me was) Regina. I was with my friend, Kris, and my boyfriend, Zack, and we were walking around the blocks aimlessly. I remember very little of our conversations, other than Zack expressing that he needed to go somewhere to pick something up. Zack left and this girl I spent time with twice last year came up to me and asked to hang out. I said okay, as long as we could pick up Zack when he was done. Kris and the girl left suddenly when my back was turned and I was wandering down the empty, fall streets alone. I was looking for Zack.

I don't remember finding him, but suddenly he was with me. We were at my elementary school for an open house. (I had been talking about my memories of open houses at the schools with Zack the previous night.) I knew there were other people there but we didn't see anyone. We wandered in the hallways and were about to leave through "the Big Kids" door, when I heard a horrific scream from a middle aged woman from outside the doors. I said "So much for leaving early," and ran out the doors. Zack was no longer with me but I did not notice. As the noise from the commotion became louder, shouts and orders for people to "search" or "get a shovel" or what have you, I began to feel uneasy but would not give in to panic.

I found out that a boy had gone missing during an outdoor activity. The snow was light - but it was everywhere. The entire scene was white and the outside of the school was how it was in my days of elementary school with an endless field in the distance. (Now there are many new and modern houses being built so there is an entire neighbourhood that had not existed until 5 years ago.) I had a shovel and began moving snow from a particular area that I had a "feeling" about. I knew he was under the snow. I meticulously carved out perfect squares around him so I would not hit him with the shovel. The boy was not someone I had ever met in real life and he was about 6 or 7. I picked him out of the snow and laid his upper body on my legs.

He was wearing a snowsuit - a blue one. The snowsuit was covered in thick, hard ice and his hair was frosted and matted. But it was his skin, his entire face that was blue and covered with the sheening coat of ice. I tried to get it off of him, with my fingers and nails, but it wouldn't come off. I told him not to try opening his eyes. He opened his mouth and the ice was a trail inside his throat - I could see it continuing in a hard line. His breathing was painful and short and ragged. He said my name. I said, "They called the ambulance and we're taking you to the hospital. We're glad we found you. You're alright." He said my name again. I, again, told him it would be okay. He said my name a third time and this overwhelming hysteria came over me. I felt true, primal fear and my vision blurred and everything in me burned with terror. I sputtered out "It's going to be okay!" but it came out a shrill, terrified scream. The boy began moaning and saying he was afraid and I felt horrible that I could not comfort him. I looked around for someone to comfort both he AND I and I couldn't see anyone, though I knew they were there. I looked into his throat, this gaping and surreal mess of red, irritated flesh and ice, hearing his moans and childish whimpers of fear... I woke up.

I felt guilt and terror. I was shaking and sweating - I cried. I felt sick with the guilt of not being able to comfort him. I felt hatred at my inability to control myself. I rolled over and texted Kris at 4 in the morning and fell asleep again before his reply that came but a few minutes later.

(again a dream from a few years ago, just filling in the blanks)
(I could feel everything)

I start the dream by waking up not knowing where I am. The room is dark and the only walls I see are bare solid concrete. As my eyes begin to focus I notice that in the room with me are many girls that look the same as I do and are about the same age. And a random food cart (this is the thing I am confused about and sometimes skip over because it seems out of place, perhaps from a previous dream that crossed over...or we are prisoners and need to be feed, something along those lines) For some reason I expected some kind of greeting but one began with: "Never cross that line" she did not turn her head to look at me, and only pointed when I asked what she was talking about. There was almost what seemed to be a read duck tape line across the floor.

I for whatever reason was extremely cocky in my dream and said something along the lines of: "What? This one? Why not." she replied: "Don't do it." She was cold and emotionless, until began to approach the line. She "Stop!" she said actually sounding a little scared and turning toward me. "Why? It is just a little line." I said. I walked over to it and poked my toe on the other side in a mocking way and then proceeded to step back and forth on either side of the line saying "I'm stepping over the line. Oh No! (sarcasm) I stepped over it." and other silly things of the sort.

All the girls begin to slink to the other edge of the room in terror, and I feel the presents of something behind me. A shiver goes down my spine, but I turn around despite my fear. There is a huge creature composed of a hard metal body an oblong head with two piercing red eyes and 4 fully pose-able tentacles,(that functioned as arms and legs) also made of metal. I stood still unable to move consumed with terror, for it stood a good 2 feet over me. Is squatted and leaped into the air. I could not move. It landed on my back and its tentacles began to constrict all of my limbs like snakes. He held me suspended in the air, suck in the tentacles (I could feel the cold metal inside but it seemed to have some outer organic layer, that felt sort of like leather) that were getting tighter and tighter. He held be there writhing until I could barely feel my body anymore.

A door in his torso opened reveling a syringe, that slowly revealed itself. It stopped, and then quickly stabbed into my back injecting me with the strange yellow liquid. I felt my body instantly go limp (starting with the injection point and moving out) and soreness replace the pain. I was completely paralyzed. The creature then threw me back on the other side of the line and I passed out on impact.

I woke up in a different place (after thinking it over, I think I was dead and somewhere else). The room had a gold glow and there were many animals in cages and aquariums. I began to wonder through confused, but not thinking about my body and what had happened at all. There is a huge wall that is a giant aquarium and an area of other non-specific animals. I come to the dog section and see that the clear plastic containers are getting smaller and smaller to the point where the dogs can move in them at all. On of the dogs was struggling and could not even move and inch in any direction. The dogs begins to scream and whine, freaking out that the cage is to small. There is suddenly a man behind the counter and I demand that he release the dog (I am pretty sure it is a dog I have seen in real life). He basically says: "no can do." So I steal the dog and begin to run.

I don't see myself leave out of a door, but I see an outside view of me exiting the area outside. I put the dog down and he begins to follow me. There is a cement stair case leading down to an enclosed pond. Suddenly the pond forms a whirl pool and the creature that injected me comes out of it only this time it is the size of a building.
I am terrified to the point where I don't even fight and decide I will only get hurt more if I do not comply. The creature grabs me and drags me into the whirl pool.

I wake up in the first room I ended up in (I assume later after wakening that I was resuscitated or something of the like). The room is much brighter and empty. There is an earth quake going on and pieces of the building are crumbling down. I run for the door to find and exit, and come by the creature sitting against the wall. It has clearly been attacked or something, and sections of the metal is gone revealing that it is a cyborg.

"Why did you do this to us?" I asked as I grabbed what would be the collar of its shirt in anger "Why?!" I yelled pulling it away and then smashing it back into the wall. It looked up at me defeated and sad. It had the look that it was accepting its own death and could never repent.

"I was once just a happy person" she said. She explains how she had a daughter. They were driving one day when they were struck by an oncoming car. Her daughter died instantly, but she was able to be saved by becoming a cyborg. She did not agree to anything, but just woke up that way. She said that she was began gathering girls that looked like her daughter to fill the hole in her heart.

I was silent and felt my heart sink. She put (what was now) her hand on my shoulder, and I could tell she saw me as her daughter. "The exit is that way" she said pointing "you better go." I stood there questioning if I should leave her, and the ceiling began to fall apart. I looked at her one last time and then ran for the exit that was nothing but one big light crying for the woman's loss.

I had to lay in bed for about an hour and a half before the soreness went away and I could move ok.

(b4 u read this may be boaring im not sure also(non lucid)

I was walking around these hills when in the distance i see these lights i follow them its a fish and chip restaurant
i walk in side and its empty completly cleared out so i go to the other side of the counter and for some reason i start making chips after i spend several hours making chips i go home but when i look out my window i can see the light of the shop calling me so i get this sudden urge to go back and when i do there is a person there the wierd thong is he's dead im screaming in terror i run back home and once again go back to the shop this time 2 people are dead and once again i start making chips (for some reason) while im crying and making chips I hear a loud BANG!!! i look out side and my house had been blown up all of a sudden all these people walk in i scream at them to go away but they are scared and lost I tell them to run but they dont then they got shot by this weird people those people take me hostage the ransom is every minut im not making chips some one will die i dont belive them but sure enough 1 minute later they killed someone so now im absolutly crying my eyes out the BAM!! I wake up (What A Fuc*ing Weird Dream lol) By Matt

This dream is one I had quite a while back. I remember it pretty clearly because it was so out of character for me. Here we go, short and sweet:

I was in a narrow field that was bordered by woods on both sides. (It's a real place, by the way. It's behind a friend of mine's house). It was dark but I could see everything clearly. Across the narrow field was the wooden part of a tractor's trailer and it was full of hay. (It's used for hayrides during Halloween time) Standing in front of the wagon is Tom Kaulitz, the guitarist of my favorite band. So I stroll up behind him...and begin violently beating him unconscious with a rusty shovel I don't know why I did it, but I did and I won't forget it XD

I feel awful for hurting him. So much so that when I have another lucid dream, I'll find him and apologize XD

Fragments are all I have left of the whole, but still enough to tell a short story.

First fragment was my teeth. I don't remember if I've ever had a dream with teeth falling out, though it seems common in dream dictionaries. My teeth were coming out in bonded multiples, with blood and yet no pain. I could taste it though, reminded me of the unpleasant smell when filing fingernails.

Next fragment had far more detail. I don't remember who I was, may have been just along for the ride as that happens often. Sometimes a part of the person's consciousness, in varying degrees of course. This was a woman in a lawless time...could very well be Vietnam, though along the coast. Very warm water but muddy and stagnant. It was an estuary of sorts, ravaged by war and choked thick with jungle. Everybody traveled by shallow boats, no bigger than five people per dingy. It was a terrible time, so much that gender no longer played a role in daily life. It was past the typical genocide you see in Africa, as in past that event in the timeline.

Groups of soldiers with tattered and incomplete uniforms would patrol the rivers and coast with poorly maintained weapons in small, laughable boats that were no different than any other. The woman I was attached to in consciousness was a broker, making a living on dumping bodies up river. She was tired and numb to her beauty, though I was not. Dark hair, a bit curly, not entirely from this area. I don't remember seeing her eyes, though I would imagine them dull and empty reflections of her mind. It was survival and fear, tinged with a bit of hope.

She was the person to seek for discrete operations. Her boat was different. It was a huge buoy, something that may have been once used in the deep sea, modified heavily into a slow boat with the capacity to carry at least ten bodies.

I joined her just as she was starting the day. She lived in an industrial area, widely vacant and broken from constant war. It was part of a harbor of sorts, as the lower portion of this warehouse had some enclosed docks. To the side of the docks was an open area, fenced in with no view. This was the junkyard, a combination of fresh bodies and miscellaneous vehicles they arrived in. I'm not sure but I get the feeling they arrived without her assistance, anonymous almost.

She was the broker alright, but still retained some sort of anonymity. I don't remember the smell, perhaps because she no longer noticed it. As she came down from her living area, to which I know little more than it existing on the second floor of the warehouse, she walked to the junkyard to find her daily chore waiting. Indifference was her mood, not casual mind you, but a mind numb with casualties.
---break in the dream---
She loaded the buoy and set out into the sea, keeping close to the shoreline. As she slowly made her way towards the inlet of a river, her buoy caught on something. It was a common net trap of sorts, weighed down by makeshift anchors to hide just beneath the surface and entangle the propeller of a boat. The trap wasn't much of a concern to her, it was the soldier patrols that kept her on edge. She liked to keep her exposure to those dogs at a minimum distance. Her boat pulled free of the net trap begrudgingly and stopped short of the river mouth.
---break in the dream---
She had another boat, small, though I don't know where it came from. She also had some friends with her one woman and two dolphins. The dolphins were playful and didn't seem to even be bothered by the bodies. The two women made their way up a small muddy river and finally came to the supposed place where they had planned to dump the bodies.

Her friend (woman) was also not from this area, with blond hair that was unkempt from the horrid work they did. She had a lighter mood though, and much concern for her/me. As we were laboriously moving the bodies into the reeds a dolphin came up to me, a friend with no name. He/she chirped at me as the dull sound of a motor came from*upriver. I get the feeling it was a friendly warning, as ridiculous as it sounds. It was a patrol. Quickly I told the dolphin to submerge her/himself through a few facial expressions and a gentle tap between the fluke and the dome. The dolphin almost seemed to smile...(it made sense in the dream) and submerged, just as the patrol boat passed by. Soldiers did not like dolphins, and shot them on sight without hesitation. I don't know exactly what it was that we did but it drew no attention from the patrol and they soon disappeared down the river. [end]

There are more fragments, unrelated, but too personal to share.

Real-life situation: I've just found out my lifeboat dayjob is drying up (no more rent-paying work for me).

Recurring dream theme: I'm still working at my old regular-hours job in a hospital psychology department while doing tech writing on the side. (In real life, I left the hospital job 11 years ago and now pay my rent through tech writing for one client only while building up a resume, reel and contacts as an actor - which is scary but it's what I love to do.)

The dream: I've just come back from two weeks' vacation where I'm on set. I'm swimming from central Toronto back to the outlying area where the job was. I'm in a lake swimming close to shore, with a swimming coach calling out that these waves can be high - four feet high! - and to watch out for whales. Suddenly I feel a slimy, living presence pressing upward against me as I'm swimming. It seems to be a whale, but then I notice it's a manatee. Only I don't think of the word manatee - I think "cow-fish". This cow-fish follows me and rubs up against my leg like a cat.

The cow-fish follows me out of the lake. I climb up and find a towel hanging on a hook and dry myself off. I'm at the doorway to the hospital. I go in - discreetly, because I know I didn't tell Human Resources that I'd be off for two weeks - and try to find my office.

My office walls have been torn down and when I open the door, I'm outside in an enclosed courtyard. There are plants and carefully cultivated soil. I decide to go by the office of Joni, the receptionist there in the 80s, and try to find out what's going on.

On the way, Dan comes out of the men's washroom. I say hi to him. He stops me. "Navy," he says, "in this department, we have a policy concerning attendance. So far this year, you've been delinquent in attendance for 1057 days."

"What?" I answer. "No - look, I just got back - I'm looking for Joni. I can't deal with this at the moment. I'll talk to you about it later."

I find Joni, about to talk paperwork to the chief psychologist in the corner office. Meanwhile, I'm looking for my cats. Gonzo, the male cat, is in my office growling at the cow-fish, which now looks like a black foot-diameter cross between an angelfish and a terrier.

I grab a big tupperware container and go into the supply room to find Mimsie, the female, Gonzo's littermate. She's nowhere to be seen. Finally my sister Berta shows up and says, "I hope you don't mind - I substituted your big tupperware containers with these smaller ones. I didn't - you know - (shudder) - want you to - put a cat into something that food would be stored in later - you know?"

Ahhh, got it. I made another mistake.

A 12-year-old boy spots Mimsie in the supply room. "She's on top of the cow-fish!" he cries.

I put Mimsie into the small container, which has a bit of water in it. It's a tight squeeze, but she's only a five-month-old kitten. Then I go to talk to Joni. She's been crying. I ask her what's wrong and she says, "I'd only show these tears to you. I didn't get the kids."

I have no idea what she's talking about, but I sympathize and squeeze her arm. I offer any help I can. Then I tell her Dan just pretty much fired me. She smiles through her tears and says, "Great!! Now you can throw yourself full-time into what you've always wanted to do." We're hugging. She continues, "I mean, you're in your late 50s..."

"Late 40s," I correct her smilingly. I'll fight for those extra ten years!

I pass by Dan, who is sitting in one of the very informal meetings we're having, and he's shushing me. He starts talking about how I show up whenever I please and wear jeans and bring my cats to stay at work. "Aw, for God's sake, Dan," I retort, "Seth shows up carrying a bat and wearing a baseball cap! And Brianna with that piano in her office? Things have never been strictly protocol around here!!"

We get into a physical fight. I pull some martial arts moves on him. Someone pulls us away from each other.

I yell after him, "So you really are the Frank Burns of this Mash unit!!" Pause. "I said that to Seth 20 years ago during my first week!"

He's ignoring me. I go into my office to find Gonzo. By this time, Mimsie's head has swelled with water and she's turned into liquid. I quickly open the container, find her chest, and to CPR on her. The swelling in the head turns out to be a waterlogged white mouse that's stuck to her forehead. As soon as I remove the mouse, she stirs and awakens. She sees Gonzo, who is a full-grown cat, and she immediately grows to adult size.

My mom shows up from where she works in administration. I let her know what's going on. "I'm not in the mood to hear any whining," she says. "We have to go."

Well, "yay." My reaccuring nightmares happened again last night.
NON LUCID-BUS FISH AND MORE
I was dreaming about my bus stop & a fish talked about how he is proud of his son, and how he is not 3D (computer animated, the fish were cartoons resembeling Fish Hooks o.O) Then, I looked in the bus window and found out it was a dreamm or my sub-c did, and I was in darkness and could not even make noise, usually in my SP I can scream without moving my lips. I woke up and went back to bed. Vividness: 3.5/5
NON LUCID-LUNCH ROOM HORSE
(These dreams are very short. I had nightmares everytime I went to bed.) This time I was at my school with Stephanie, and we were getting lunch. I told her about what I had dreamt about "last night" ^ and the lunch lady said, "You idiot, to find out if you are lucid dreaming, just say 'horse.'" After she said that, I ended up in the darkness again, and I had to wake myself up by saying, "In the name of JESUS I will wake up." Twice or more. Usually, it works for the first time, but I guess he's mad. Next, SP kicks in without me even dreaming! These stupid Hell-ish dreams! Every other night I have them, and I am sick of it! Everytime I get lucid, it turns into it. I could have had major fun last night, flying and going crazy, but my fear prevents me from it.
NON LUCID- A GUY?
I fell asleep again, and some dudes made fun of me, for being the same? (I was a guy in the dream with blonde hair.) Eric stood up for me. Then, as the fight started, I entered SP and woke up. Vividness: 4/5
NON LUCID-WELL, LUCID BUT NOT COUNTING B/C IT'S HORRIBLE!
I dreamt of flying. Since I knew I was dreaming, (because of the DARKNESS and inability to see the sky!) I entered SP because I found that this was like a spin-off show of my reaccuring nightmares. I went back to sleep. Vividness: 1/5 because it's dark.
NON LUCID-LUCID OR NOT, WHO CARES? IT DOESN'T COUNT B/C IT SUCKS!
I was at the Smith Center at my school. I was sitting next to Elizabeth. "I'm a Christian." I said. I told her. So, I said, "I denied Jesus in front of my best friend. Now I must admit him to everyone." Elizabeth smiled encouragingly. "Say it loud, say it proud!" She said. I yelled, "I'm a Christian!" The people next to us said, "Okay, girl, get ova it." I said no, and went up to them, like 'what you gonna do about it?' kind of thing. I was like "I'm a Christian! I'm a Christian!" They were wearing light green necklaces. Then, before the "fight" ended, everything got dark. Guess what? SP. I woke up, then all I did was think about my previous dream, the guy. (It wasn't FA, I'd know, because I remember falling back asleep.)
When I thought about the guy dream, I fell asleep straight into SP. Straight into it, I just closed my eyes and ended up dreaming! WTF!!! I accidentaly said "In the name of Jesus, I will NEVER wake up from this dream!" Oh, no! I said that! I was doomed to eternal Hell? I really thought I was in Hell. But, right when I said that, I woke up. It must be opposite day in Heaven. To wake up, I screamed in the dream, but then screamed in real life upon awakening. I must have been dead for real, lol. I was freaked out by it. Vividness: 4/5, darkness can't really be vivid.

* I am not counting this as a lucid dream, or dreams. They were lucid, but nightmares. It sucked! I listened to binaural beats before I went to sleep, or a little bit before in the day. Gee, I don't see how it changed my normal dreams, do you?

My first lucid dream and also my first journal. I never thought of writing a journal but instead of typing a journal lol. Wonder if I ever have another lucid.....


Date: Wednesday 19, 2011
Morning, few mins close to waking up and drive mom to work.

Had a lucid right after hearing a news about a shooting in Arizona and the guy was a lucid dreamer few days ago. The dream was weird and scary.

I saw myself waking up in a dream and then I felt back asleep. However, in the dream I couldn't fall back asleep because I knew that it was morning and I have to get up in about 30 mins later. So, I just kept closing my eyes trying to fall asleep but then suddenly I felt something touching my right shoulder and my left arm. I opened my eyes and I noticed 2 rats are sitting and cleaning themselves. One sat next to my right shoulder and other sat next to my left arm. The strange thing was that they don't look like rats but more like a baby mouse but then their fur are like rats. Their fur color aren't black or brown, but more like gray-ish like old people with gray hair.

I actually realized that I am really dreaming too. I can even felt that they were touching my shoulder and my arm as well while they were cleaning themselves. My whole body even had goosebump cause I felt scared and disgust. I thought to myself about how dirty rats are so I tried to push them off the couch (I always like to sleep on a couch than bed), but without disturbing them. So, I made a quick jerk of my body and the one on my right shoulder fell off the couch and ran off, while the one on my left arm got its tail stuck and kept trying to run but couldn't.

Suddenly, the dream was cut off and then I woke up. It was my first dream that I actually noticed that I am dreaming, had control over it, and felt the sensation of it too.

My symbols note:

2 rats
small sorta like baby rats with gray-ish fur like old people.
they were cleaning themselves.

20th of january 2011

This night i had one long detailed dream and a dreamfragment in the morning.

The castle that kills
The dream begang with me being in some of classroom in the sourthrend part of Denmark new Germany (Dunno why?). I cant recall 100% what the teacher told us but i just remember she was very mad at us. Anywho. The dream skips and we are infront of this very big castle like house that we had to go into. It was me and two good friends i know IRL who had to go inside. The big main doors opens automatically with the usual squeaky noise and we entered the first big room. At the end of this hall there was two other big doors and we moved on. The next room was full of old war armour, weapons and that kind of stuff. There was a door on the right and we entered that. That room was empty / no recall what was in there but on another door on the left was leading to a very VERY strange room where the fucked part kicks in: This HUUUUGE room had a whole fuckin' river inside! The dream skips a little bit and one of my friends have to go down this big river for some strange river. i think he had to retrive something for our teacher. He got into the river and had to get over this big log of wood. After he went over to the other side a vortex kinda think sucked him down and he didnt come back. After that i told my second friend that when it was his turn we use the rope we got with us so that wont happen again. He refused of course.

After discussing for some time everything went silent. The doors slowly startet to close and we got this feeling we REALLY have to get out of here and we had this strange feeling that if we didnt get out in time we would not survive. We ran as fast as we could. First out of the river room, throug the empty room and into the armour room. The doors were about 50 cm open and i almost jumped all the way to get out in time. My second friend did not make it...

I stood.. Outside the castle.. Alone.. in the pouring rain.. Just starring at the two big doors..
I herd a terrifying scream...

19th birthday (A fragment of a dream ruined by my alarmclock)

The dream starts at a house in a forrest. I was my friends 19th birthday and the party was awesome! We stood outside in the good summer weather when a big black 4x4 drives up to the house. Out comes the italobrothers! Apperently my friend knew their lead singer very well..

Non-lucid Lucid Side Notes

I am in a multi-level building with many rooms and hallways that lack an organized structure. Trying to find your way through this building is like wandering through a maze. Every single room and hallway is packed with people who are partying, chatting or doing various activities. I remember being lucid or at least talking about lucid dreaming at one point in this dream, but I am not certain about this. I wander in and out of random crowds and do a variety of things to pass the time. I smoke a cigarette at one point, and then I get onto a dance floor in a dark room with flashing colorful lights. I see James trying to start a mosh pit or something. I'm totally game for starting one. I walk over to him and greet him warmly. Someone starts to play "Invaders Must Die" by the Prodigy on a keyboard, and James and I start to head bang like madmen to it. Other people on the dance floor look at us strangely at first, but eventually join us and start a mosh pit because they just can't resist.

Despite the various moments when I'm actually enjoying myself, most of the time I have overwhelming feelings of apprehension and fear as I wander through the rooms and walk among the throngs of people. I haven't seen anyone I've known in this entire building except for James. I feel like there is something strange that I haven't noticed yet, and not only that, I feel as if everyone else in the building is trying to mess with me. I take in my surroundings and closely inspect the people around me, something I haven't done yet. Upon closer inspection, I notice that there are many partygoers whose physical structures are constantly morphing with each passing second - heads are growing wider and receding, arms are extending and shrinking, etc. Also, there are many people who seem to just disappear if I look away from them a split second. Everyone who disappears is quickly replaced by new people. This morphing and disappearing is happening at a constant rate, and I can't believe that I haven't noticed this until now. This is why I was feeling that there was something strange happening.

I am quite freaked out at this, and I wish that I were with my family right then and there. As an answer to my thoughts, I see my family in a crowd about 40 feet away from me. I walk over to them and tell them to stick close to me or we will lose each other. I know that if I look away from them for even a few seconds, they may just flat out disappear. We walk around aimlessly, and I make sure that my eyes don't stray from them. We enter into some hallway and this random old man initiates a conversation with me. I accidentally say something that deeply offends him. I try to offer an apology but he won't accept it. Out of his rage he morphs into a menacing creature. He grows fangs and claws and his eye sockets sink deep into his head. This scary dude chases my family and I down the hallway, and I manage to escape from him. In the process, however, I look away from my family and as expected, they have flat out disappeared.

Shortly after losing my family, I run into Linda and we, once again, walk around aimlessly. For some reason I am no longer worried about anyone disappearing. Linda says something about how her roommate is thinking of becoming a Christian, and I am happy about this news. There is more to this dream but I can't recall anything else.


- Level of Lucidity: 5/10
- Feelings and Emotions: 3/10
- Sounds and Scenery: 6/10
- Recall: 5/10
- That night I drank orange juice and ate cheddar cheese to aid in dream vividness and recall. I also played Inception as I fell asleep to induce an Inception-esque dream. It didn't seem to work.

my mother in law has been dead for 13 years. i married my wife 8 months after my mother in law died.
i dreamed that my father in law knock on my door and he told me to go buy 4 Chinese statues because his wife was coming to my house [in reality she had 4 Chinese statues but 2 of them were stolen] we went to buy them and then my mother in law came. she told me that my house [which is her house] is beautiful but is too small for us because i have 4 children. all of a sudden the door knocked and as she knew that it was his husband she shouted that she didn't want him to come inside and as he hear these words he left. then she told me not to help him and we don't need him and we should leave him alone. she even told us she is going to tell us some words but she was in a hurry and she had to go



p.s i really want to know what all this dream means please

I took about 200mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens, the valerian caused me to have some rather wierd and disturbing dreams.

Weddings and cruiseships

I am in the auditorium of my old high school. My brother and I are discussing people that were at my cousin's wedding. To help us remember who these people are, we take turns with a clamp holding pieces of a bench together. At times we break off pieces of it, too.

My grandparents are there also. The place is no longer the auditorium, but my grandparents' house. They are talking with my aunt about how nobody my age wants to be a sailor anymore. I happen to have been looking for jobs on board a cruise ship, so I tell them that I want to be a sailor. They are reading the requirements for various positions. Meanwhile, I log into my account with a cruise ship job website.

Flea markets and torture

I am at a fair. It is also D'ni. It is also a flea market. I am walking with a guy I used to know from a former workplace, who is also the father from "All in the Family" (which is ironic, because the guy I used to know is black). He is telling me that I don't know much about "smokin'", which in this dream is a slang term for buying and selling junk at flea markets for a profit. I imitate the Mask for no reason and say "sssmokin!"

We enter a junk shop, which is located about where Kadish Gallery should be. It is kind of dark in there, but we browse for a while. I see an old bottle of wine from the 1920's. After a while I see a bottle of something else with the date 1919 on it, and the wine bottle is apparently gone. My friend considers buying this bottle to resell. He tries to give me tips on finding antiques.

Next to the bottle of wine is a bottle of acetic acid, and some laboratory glassware. My friend asks me what acetic acid is, and I say "It's pretty much vinegar". Then I laugh and say "if we poured some of that into the wine bottle, there would be a nice explosion."

We leave the junk store, and cross the street. Things begin to change somehow into a laboratory where a mad scientist is operating on living people with no anesthetic. He hacks them up, mutilates them, pulls out their organs and intestines, while they lay on the operating table screaming. He pulls out one guy's eyeball. He slices open the arm of one guy, and puts something in to intentionally infect it. Someone explains that his plan is to let it swell up, and then hit his arms with something. This will both cause the victim pain, and somehow turn him into a zombie.

Now I see a whole bunch of zombies from the mad scientist's lab, all dancing together like some scene from Hell.

Well, I remember discussing family oddities with Fonzie while my little sister did something involving dolls in the other room, then I woke up and crashed again.

Then I dreamed that I was desperate for a place to study, so bad that I broke into the first church I ever went to. Now, this place is a common element in my dreams, but it's always a building with one of those layouts that you can never escape from. Open an exit, it opens to the entrance on the other side of the building, and all that.

Well, I opened a door to one of the classrooms, hoping for a table and chairs to work with, and found a pastor there. He said he was going to call the police unless I watched a video the church had prepared. It seems that they had been having problems with burglars, and even with all my homework on my back I couldn't convince him that I wasn't interested in theft. I just wanted to study. I had homework due.

But he made me sit down and watch a cartoon (with anthropomorphic animals, no less!) about how no matter what my friends thought, breaking into buildings was "not cool." Very cliche.

"Look, Miss. The person breaking into that church is a rat. You don't want to be a rat, do you?"
"You do realize that I'm 26, right? Not 5?"
"This isn't funny, Miss. This is very serious. This is your future we're talking about. You're on the road to drugs and prostitution."
"That's nice. Can I do my homework while I watch this?"

Finally he let me go, so late that not only had I missed my assignment, but the class it was for. I had flunked my class. He asked me if I ever wanted to break into a church again, and I told him that I was never setting foot in any church again. I think I added a "you bastard" to that. On my way out, I found his a woman by the side of the road with a blown tire, and offered to give her a ride. Turned out she was the pastor's wife, come to pick him up from guard duty. I dropped her off back at the church, and the pastor started cheering that he had saved another lost youth. I flipped him off as I left.

I just finished burning down the house, so I guess I should record my dreams.

Torotot Wars (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I wielded my pair of torotots (Tagalog for paper towel rolls XD) and ran around smashing people over the head with them. They were attacking me inside my house, so the paper towels rolls are all I could find. I ran into my bedroom to catch my breath and do a reality check. 'Looks like I'm dreaming', I thought as air passed through my closed mouth. I walked into my hallway, and I slashed the throat of an enemy. What the hell? I thought, the short torotot had turned into my purple dagger. Sweet. I tried to turn the long one into a long sword, but someone knocked it out of my hand and tackled me. Before I could run outside to get to the apocalypse ship in China for the LPTC, he took my dagger and plunged it through my chest.

Water Pong
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I opened the door and sat down on the edge of the chair. Naomi and Nick were in bathing suits, playing a game in a small pool, kinda like ping pong and water polo. They were trying to score by getting the ball past a blue line behind their opponent. Naomi kicked Nick's ass, and I was asked if I wanted to play. I got up and waited a bit to think about it, and said, "Sure." I took off my shirt and got in the pool. I cracked my knuckles and the judge threw the ball into the middle of the water. I lunged for the ball, colliding with Naomi.

For a Good Cause
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I visited someone's house as my parent's talked with other parents about some sort of cause that had to do with school. I walked around the house and visited a room with high ceilings and an opening to an upstairs. I heard my brother and some of his friends up there. I yelled, "Get down here!" and all three of the jumped maybe fifteen feet downwards. They were all wearing ugly, shiny, gold clothes and flashy jewelry. "What are you wearing?!" I questioned. My bro said, "We are wearing this stuff for a reason," and one of his friends started doing some dirty dance.

Not Again
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
Rachel, Bowen, and I walked outside to the parking lot to check something for our bio class with a few other students. We walked back into the classroom and it was fenced out by the construction workers. The sign on the class read, "Go to room 6311 for your backpacks, check room 3211 for Ms. D." "Oh well," I said, "let's just go home." Alex walked up to us looking rather sickly. "You want these peanut butter marshmallow sandwich? I'm to sick to eat." Rachel and I said, "No, thanks." Alex set it down on a tray by one of the pillars. Bowen ran back to grab it and took a few bites. "You're actually eating that?" I asked. "Mhm," he nodded. "Gross..." I watched some asshole driver in a tan Toyota speed onto the sidewalk. 'I know that car...' I thought.

This ending to the dream and the car I saw is exactly the same as the one I remember dreaming about three years ago.

The dream skips and my mom is taking my brother and I to the parking lot. It suddenly become dusk, and the street light ominously lit up a small section of the lot. The car was racing down the lanes of the parking lot trying to run us over. "Run!" I screamed. We all scrambled through shortcuts trying to outwit the driver, which worked almost flawlessly. We slipped between cars and the driver lost us for a second. My mom and my brother ignorantly ran towards our car; they didn't see the man driving towards them. "Wait!" I called out to them with no response. The man stopped and got out of his car. My brother saw him pull out a pistol and ran back toward me, but the man shot him in the back of the knee, and he crumpled to the ground. He pointed the gun toward my mom, and she whipped out a pistol from her pocket. I ducked down and heard two quick shots and a body falling. I don't know whose it was.

It started out pouring down rain and very windy. It was late afternoon, but very dark and gray the whole time. I had a black umbrella that was keeping me reasonably dry. I was in a city (I live in a suburban area) comparable to New York City.

All of my nightmares involve me being chased in some form, usually by a human being. In this particular dream, I was being chased by several men (no idea who they were or why). Sometimes they were in a car, and other times they were on foot. I was doing a reasonably good job of keeping them off my tail, one of my tactics included running across the street right before a car was coming (pretty risky) and hoping they would follow and get hit by the car.

Once I lost them for a good while, I hid in an alleyway and called someone to tell them where I was and to come pick me up. I started to get concerned that if they found me, I was stuck at a dead end and had no way out, so I started to walk down the street again. At this point, the wind blew my umbrella up, but I got a phone call from my aunt asking where I was. I told her and she said that she was at my great aunt and uncles house right up the street (in real life, they don't live in the city, though). Once I got inside, it was warm and there were a lot of vibrant colors. There was a very little girl inside the house on the corner as well, who was crying and scared, and who appeared to have been involved in the whole ordeal. I don't know who she was or what she represented, but in the dream I seemed to know who she was. I hugged her and said, "No one will ever hurt you again."

I immediately asked my aunt where her car was, and she gestured to the street right outside. I told her to go and get it started, so as to have me and the child out on the streets (and visible) for as short a time as possible. Once I saw she was ready to go, I went outside, and all the color drained from the dream again. It was still raining heavily, and I no longer had an umbrella. I was drenched now, and woke up right before getting into the car.