nightmare

DELETED

(in the same week as Golden Gate Death, a previous dream)

It starts off as a school stress dream. Me and one of my friends from my class have our final (during finals week) and we can't find a place to print our papers. etc.

The dream shifts

My friend is still there, I am pretty sure he is just a carry over from the previous dream.

We are taken hostage, by a man with a gun. He is wearing a white shirt and has black hair. He is having small talk with my friend about something. I tell him something like "you wont get away with this."

In the distance I can hear a fancy party going on. All I can see are shadows, and hear feint music and talking. I say something like "you can fire that gun because they'll hear you." He says something like "oh yeah..."
He shoots me in the stomach. I don't feel the pain but I feel wet, and I feel it extend as a bleed.
The party continues to go on with no one noticing. I am confused on how they could not hear something so loud.

I try to get their attention, and yell "Help!" I feel myself become weaker.
No response. I feel my body being drained, I am getting tired, but I know if I fall asleep I'll die.
"help.." I yell noticeably quieter. The gunman mocks me. "You can never reach them now"

I know I am going to die no matter what now, it is to late to save me. But I can at least not let that asshole get away with just shooting me and going on his merry way.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself "HELP!!" I scream until the fabric of the dream fades and I wake up saying "help"

I felt empty all day...

(From middle of last year, more or less)

I started off looking at a cage full of crazy rabid monkeys. Clearly something wrong with them. Suddenly, guards walk in and begin to shove a bunch of people into the cage. They scream as the monkeys jump all over them tearing at their skin and beating them.

Dream jumps

One of the guards carries a girl toward golden gate bridge and the bay bridge. (they are right next to each other and small maybe 20ft high 40 feet across or so) The bridges are covered with long spikes, most of the spikes holding a dead bled out body. There is a clear empty space on golden gate. The girl is scared but not fighting back, just seems to be hoping she will live while thinking she would die.

I realize my presence in the space (not as a dream, just in the area) and become frantic wanting to help the girl but realizing that I do not exist on the same realm. I have the thought "what if the girl is me." I watch as the guard lifts the girl in position in front of a spike. She hyperventilates but is unable to fight back. He thrusts her into the spike, and she bleeds to death with the other bodies.

Dream One: Clone

I was laying in bed, when I look over and there is myself standing there. My cat is laying by my feet, and it doesn't seem to like the being that looks exactly like me. It jumps, and attacks. The clone fights the cat off, and the clone starts to attack me. It chokes me, and I wake up hearing a cat hiss. And feeling super exhausted.
Was it really a dream?

1/26/11

Finally, after 4 days, some recall worth mentioning. I hope this means my dryspell is cured.

1- Gladiator, Redneck Style
I am standing in a line in the middle of a field with my mother and some other people, facing a crazed farmer who is talking about the Arena Games that we are about to fight in. The girl beside me mentions "respawning at one-third power." Oh good, I think to myself sarcastically, That way we can suffer painful deaths all afternoon.

The farmer introduces this enormous truck/tractor hybrid whose headlights resemble big angry eyes. The hood pops open and it's "tongue," a powerful bulldozer arm, tastes the air hungrily. "Meet Bulldozer, the tractor god!" the farmer thunders. Bulldozer picks the man up with his tongue and sits him in the control seat. "Here's a little demonstration on speed, for those of you who are thinking about running off." He drives around us in circles; it's clear that you won't be able to outrun the thing. Suddenly the games are starting, and zombies crawl up through the ground to double our problems.

Bulldozer kills my mother almost immediately. Fear pulses through my veins as I face the monstrous vehicle, but I ignore it and leap over the hood, kicking the farmer in the head. He laughs at me, saying I watch too many zombie movies, then embeds a knife into my forehead. It doesn't hurt that badly, so I continue to kick him, trying to break his neck. The knife falls from my head to the ground behind us.

Just as I'm about to deal the finishing blow, one of the farmhands (or possibly one of the other challengers) picks up the fallen knife and stabs me in the side, digging the blade across my stomach. The pain is agonizing; blood pours from my mouth as I die.

((Despite the pain and everything, this was a really fun dream!))

My friend Erin and I get out of the car it's probably 2 or 3 am..
We park unusually close to a warehouse club we frequent every saturday night. There is usually a crowd of 25-50 outside, hipster kids.
I only spot a few strays and it's silent, already I know something's up.
I'm noticing it's dirty and the floor plan is odd. Then I'm being, in some way, aggresively handled or grabbed by 2+ males,one definitely had a handlebar mustache. Then I begin spinning as if I'm seated on chair. It became faster and more violent, I become completely aware that I am asleep on the couch bracing my self with both arms. This is something new for me, to be almost simultaneously experiencing a percieved obe without fully "leaving" my dream experience. Finally I wake up on the couch trying to calm my breathing, feeling very relieved. Then I touch my eyes because they feel strange and tight. I see blood on my fingers and begin to panic. I run down the hall to the bathroom, I remember to pay close attention to the lightswitch as it brings no results. I feel relieved, briefly. I wake up on the couch again, this time a strange terrifying being is right beside me on the floor. I make a run for it, it's very aggressive and won't allow it. I start to feel exhausted. I wake myself up again, on the couch, I decide to go to my brother's room for some comfort/sanity. However when I arrive my voice is gone this time I become violent and frustrated (so I belive is why) scaryblurry guy comes back. I wake myself up again, couch, I wait......I hear the washing machine. Normal...until it becomes a loud ear piercing terrifying noise. This false awakening continues twice more before I truly wake up with other household appliances.

I was in an underwater world where people travelled by these strange sorts of cages, when i noticed i was underwater i panicked but a DC told me it was ok because they changed my lungs, i decided not to take any chances and hold my breath, so for a while i was being pulled around by those strange cages and then i was on the highway beside my home ( this is it, therre a 50 m drop beneth it http://www.atmb.net/IMG/jpg_ROUTE_AP...TUNNEL-1-2.jpg ) and i was grinding a rail down the middle in my shoes, i alipped and fell on my nuts , i looked down and saw my pants were torn and my b*ll sack too, then i'm at the swimming pool and my coach says i'm fine and gives me some morphine, i walk around there for a while then my coach comes up to me and says "show me your motor functions" so i started saying numbers but then i couldn't control it and the left side of my face goes numb and limp, i understand i'm having a stroke. I hold out my hand to him with my fingers spread and say five , i look at my hand and see i actually do have 5 fingers then my dream fades to black

I am in my room and I intuitively know the backstory of this extremely strange
dream. At a certain interval of time, a different room, at random, in my house
will begin glowing bright blue. Furthermore, any person in the room at the time
would become a zombie of some sort. I seem to be the only person who knew this.
I looked out of my door and saw my parents' room light up. Moments later my dad
walks out and I slipped back in my room for fear of him seeing me. He went down
the stairs and into our dining room, as did my mother. I go down the steps after
them, making sure not to be seen. I as I come to the dining room, which is past
our computer room, I see the dining room light is on and my dad is sitting at his
spot at the table doing something, I can't tell what. My mother is cutting coupons
out of a magazine. I hear my brother coming and hide because I don't know if he is
infected or not. He walks by wearing a blue cape and drooling blue foam, somewhat
like rabies. He then leaves through the front door of the house. I hear a growl.
It is Chelsea, one of my two dogs and she is infected as well. I run and she chases
me. AFter a while, she runs out of breathe and turns back to normal. I think...
maybe outrunning them cures them. So I got my other dog to chase me and the same
thing happened. I realized that they were also a bit sluggish. Their stamina was
greatly reduced by whatever this was. So I went to the door and walked out. My
parents followed and I tried to run but it was like trying to run on the moon. I
managed to get away from my parents but then I encountered my brother at the bottom
of my driveway. He began chasing me and the dream ended.

I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way,
disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me
for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my
driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason
the police are looking for me, and I'm like America's most wanted. So I run
as fast as I can into the woods but it's too late. The cop already saw me and
called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts
trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what
happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did
anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.

This is a dream from a while ago that I had while in my room at my mom's place - before the divorce and before I started sleeping at my boyfriend's place. I woke up and immediately typed this out to him on the laptop he gave me at the time.

7/12/2009
11:52:23 AM
(tu)Katrina
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Also: most fucked up dream ever. It's been a while since I've only witnessed a dream and not had me as a character in it. It was some sort of class trip for a grade 11 or 12 bunch of students into this cave. The cave was chilled but not as cold as it should have been. The walls were dark, but when you subjected them to light, they turned this sickly pink, almost looked like purple veins
7/12/2009
11:52:35 AM
(tu)Katrina
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spreading through it, but they were definitely not veins.
7/12/2009
11:53:23 AM
(tu)Katrina
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If you chipped the walls, they came off as these flaky crystal-like chunks. Kind of like melting sugar.
7/12/2009
11:54:45 AM
(tu)Katrina
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The stalagmites/tites were not regular shaped, (so I suppose they weren't actually stalagmites/tites..) but twisted and off-white.
7/12/2009
11:57:19 AM
(tu)Katrina
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The dream focused on one of the two teachers leading this group of about 13 kids. He reminded me of Bill Nye, kind of sounded like him, too. His thoughts were the narrative. He was one of those fun spirited teachers, always pulling pranks on his students and making them laugh. The other was a black dude who was extremely intelligent, but a little serious and unappreciative of the Bill Nye dude
7/12/2009
11:57:23 AM
(tu)Katrina
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's jokes.
7/12/2009
11:57:50 AM
(tu)Katrina
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From the students, shit.. I forgot them all already except the one..
7/12/2009
11:59:02 AM
(tu)Katrina
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So they enter in the mouth of the cave during the night. I remember it had to be night but I don't remember why. They have their supplies and it was planned as a 5 hour exploration of this weird cave. I wish I could remember where it was located.
7/12/2009
12:01:03 PM
(tu)Katrina
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They're going through it, touching the walls and one girl took note that there were hardly any bugs in the cave. The Bill Nye dude said it was because there was a dragon in the cave, a predator that ate anything that entered. Everyone laughed but it went to the black teacher's face and he looked uneasy.
7/12/2009
12:03:05 PM
(tu)Katrina
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They get to this one part of the cave that's extremely dark and they have to light these two torch-like devices with two prongs at the end so two people could hold it while sitting. These two lazy boys are holding it, leaning against the gross, pink wall and the Bill Nye dude teacher disappears after telling his colleague that he's going to pull a prank on the students, but didn't tell him what.
7/12/2009
12:04:10 PM
(tu)Katrina
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One kid asks if he can cook a smokie over the torches. The second teacher sighs and says okay. Another kid asks if he can roast a marshmallow. The teacher resigns and says yes. The marshmallow kid ... shit, he kind of looked that Corey Feldman or whatever his last name is.
7/12/2009
12:04:49 PM
(tu)Katrina
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But he was happy go lucky, the goofy type and somehow I knew that he really liked the Bill Nye teacher, that he was inspired by him.
7/12/2009
12:06:13 PM
(tu)Katrina
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So the kid is leaning the marshmallow towards the fire, saying he likes his burnt and the teacher tells him to stop but the kid was almost done so he continues. The teacher gets a little frantic and bats the stick away from the kid and the gooey marshmallow hits the ground with a slap.
7/12/2009
12:06:30 PM
(tu)Katrina
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All the students are confused and look to the teacher for explanation.
7/12/2009
12:07:16 PM
(tu)Katrina
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My vision goes to the Bill Nye dude, who is now fully clad in a fire-simulating suit, walking towards the mouth of the cave while putting on the dragon head.
7/12/2009
12:09:52 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He was giggling to himself and the narrative went something like "I knew I had to scare those kids with the suit. I had been working on this suit for ages and didn't have a chance to use it until the excursion to Dragonbreath Valley. It wasn't for no reason that I set them up earlier, oh no. I knew I'd get some legit screams, but the suit was so obviously human shaped that they wouldn't last
7/12/2009
12:09:54 PM
(tu)Katrina
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for long."
7/12/2009
12:10:35 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He's working his way through the cave when the vision goes back to the group of students.
7/12/2009
12:10:47 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The marshmallow begins to sink
7/12/2009
12:11:50 PM
(tu)Katrina
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No one notices at first, but a boy points out that the marshmallow is nearly absorbed into the ground and asks why that happened. The teacher looks hesitantly at it and tells them that they should leave. The students give groans of protest saying he always kills the fun, but they follow him as they trek back outside.
7/12/2009
12:13:07 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The marshmallow kid trips on this chunk of wall and reaches out to brace his fall. His hands hit the floor with this weird smack and he wonders at it for a second before he realizes he's sinking into the floor.
7/12/2009
12:14:32 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He cries out. The students look back. This is a particularly narrow part of the cave so the teacher is shouting, asking what happened. "He's stuck!" they cried. Two kids tried to pull him out but the floor was solid around his hands and knees so it hurt to pull.
7/12/2009
12:15:37 PM
(tu)Katrina
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Suddenly, his steady way downwards stops and he half breathes a sigh of relief. The two kids try chipping their way towards him with the picks they brought in their bags.
7/12/2009
12:17:05 PM
(tu)Katrina
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It goes back to the Bill Nye dude. He's taking the same route as before, but notices some differences and begins to feel uneasy. Suddenly, he comes across a hole in the wall, spilling out this orange and black caked goo. Looked like lava and glowed like lava but was cool to the touch.
7/12/2009
12:17:45 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He took measure not to step in it and removed his dragon head, walking faster, concerned.
7/12/2009
12:19:05 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He hears a horrifying, shrill cry. All the students and the teacher are running by him blind with fear. The other teacher yells at the Bill Nye dude to follow, but he refuses and the others leave without him. He still hears the pained screaming down the cave so he drops the head and begins to run.
7/12/2009
12:19:54 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He makes it to the place where the boy was stuck in the floor and believe me when I say when I woke up I shuddered at the image.
7/12/2009
12:20:50 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He was on fire, but it was a slow fire - slow and hot. The orange goo was everywhere, crawling almost life-like, drawn to the human bodies and it was piled up on either side of the kid.
7/12/2009
12:22:17 PM
(tu)Katrina
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I coudn't make out the kids features, but his animalistic groans and gurgles were coming out of a black hole, opened wide. His body was convulsing and he'd shrink back from the two goop monsters whenever a part of him brushed them, even though they were cold.
7/12/2009
12:22:37 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He was immobilized, released from the floor but caught between the goo.
7/12/2009
12:23:26 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The teacher stood in shock and revulsion at the site of horrific disturbance.
7/12/2009
12:24:08 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He didn't know what to do. He called out the student's name and grabbed a water canteen uselessly and attempted putting out the painful fire. He knew it wouldn't work.
7/12/2009
12:24:23 PM
(tu)Katrina
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Suddenly it shifted to first person and I could hear the teacher's breathing and see what he saw.
7/12/2009
12:25:12 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The floor began to slide down in the center, the boy still screaming and gurgling and convulsing. The goo clung lightly to the walls and fell slowly after it.
7/12/2009
12:26:31 PM
(tu)Katrina
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An enormous, demon-like head erupted from the ground behind it and screamed in hissing and this weird, two toned roar. It's eyes were blind and tiny - but glowing orange. It dripped in the goo, it's jaw was narrow but so fucking huge.
7/12/2009
12:28:42 PM
(tu)Katrina
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It opened it's mouth to a bug-like sheen that covered it's tongue. Like a black bettle's shell. The inside of it's mouth was thick with slime and saliva, it's teeth these jutting black things - kind of like a shark in that it had so many layers of them but they were more shaped individually like a cat's.
7/12/2009
12:29:28 PM
(tu)Katrina
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It tore at the boy, taking him in two pieces and there was blood mixing with the goo and the, now, dripping saliva slime of the monster.
7/12/2009
12:29:57 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The teacher gagged and turned to run but was engulfed whole into the ground.
7/12/2009
12:30:39 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He fell into a tunnel like thing with sticky walls and darkness.
7/12/2009
12:30:53 PM
(tu)Katrina
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Shit, I hope I mentioned that the floor was a different colour than the walls.. I don't think I did.
7/12/2009
12:31:30 PM
(tu)Katrina
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He found his flashlight - somehow - but fell and started slipping down the decline of this weird tunnel. That's when he realized he was inside the monster.
7/12/2009
12:31:55 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The monster's span was the entire floor of the cave and the depth beneath the entirety of the tunnels.
7/12/2009
12:32:35 PM
(tu)Katrina
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It broke through it's own skin, the lava like goo was a healing agent and a predator's aide in catching it's prey.
7/12/2009
12:33:10 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The teacher understood that the moster was impossibly huge and probably almost impossible to kill.
7/12/2009
12:33:39 PM
(tu)Katrina
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Inside the creature it was more green and blue than the pink and orange atmosphere above.
7/12/2009
12:34:58 PM
(tu)Katrina
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The teacher's narrative detailing his realizations and taking note of his likely death when he reaches the stomach of the creature were the dream's last comments before it split off into the dream I had been having simultaneously with this one.

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.