nightmare

The scene starts with lights upon a guitar. As soon as there is a solid awareness of the guitar it instantaneously shatters into pieces. The guitar strings elongate and distort to become the legs of a real woman dancing on Broadway.

A marionette puppet walks by on its own accord.

The Broadway gal sticks her long lizard-tongue out at me as she slowly but surely turns full reptilian. The puppet walks on alone, somberly through dark corridors. A large butcher knife comes down from the ceiling and cuts the puppet in half. The puppet reattaches itself and stands up to escape, but the butcher knife comes back down and dices the puppet into neat little squares, and then minces it into bits.

The bits of marionette puppet instantly ignite afire, engulfing the world’s oceans. I see the world, with all it’s oceans on fire. Dolphins, ablaze, jump into the air and hang for a moment before sinking under waves of flame. The clouds, too, were on fire and angels fell from the sky.



I stand alone and scream in agony before graphically tearing myself in two to the bone. My skeleton catches fire. With the entire world ablaze, it looks like a fireball. It incinerated into a tiny burning ember in the center of a baby’s eye. I pan out to see the baby in full view as the butcher knife reappears dicing the baby to bits. The puppet somberly reenters with a broom and dustpan, to sweep the bits of baby up and dump it into the garbage.

1- The Van
I don't remember the details (of which I am extremely grateful), but I go into a van with some woman and something incredibly disturbing happens. (And not the good kind of disturbing, either.) Fortunately, I'm not sure what it was. Shortly afterward, my brother experiences the same thing.

2- Clubbing
I am leaning against a wall, arms crossed sternly, watching everyone dance. Who's idea was this, again?

3- Untimely Deaths
My father dies unexpectedly. As a result of this (though for some unknown reason), my mother decides to divorce Chris. Somehow my brother gets control of our house and is planning to kick me out, so I'm making preparations to live somewhere else. Everything is in turmoil.

At my grandparent's house, we are having a viewing of the body. My dad suddenly comes back to life for several minutes, then keels over and dies again. Through it all, I am trying my hardest to hold myself together.

After the re-death incident, I am sitting around the table with some of my relatives. They are beginning to give me lectures and preach to me about how it's deeds and faith that get you into Heaven. I'm wondering WHY they're telling me this. I can't tell if they have found out about The Van incident or if they learned of my conversion. Either way, it's highly embarrassing.

Toward the end of the dream, my brother dies for unknown reasons. My mother and I decide to move somewhere else and start anew. I am writing a letter to someone (the same MORON who's been in my dreams the past few nights. Why do I keep dreaming about him?) explaining what has happened.

okay so this dream starts out where im in a librbry. i have no clue why? and it doesnt look like any library ive been to. its a huge one in a circular/domed building. like it would belong in a harry potter movie. so im in this library and for some reason its really disorganized and people are throwing books all over the place. i forgot to mention there are alot of people here it packed. i dont reconize anyone except my family [minus my brother...he's not there.] my cousin allie is there. umm i dont remember alot of what happened. but absolute chaos seems to ensue with the presence of this evil bad guy. accually its a woman. she is pure evil. but thats all i remember of her...i even forgot what she looked like. suddenly where at this river. and me and my family are leaning over the shallow bank. and i see a dead fish. so i pick up the dead fish and i see another fish. this one is specifically a catfish. i throw the smaller dead fish to the catfish and he eats it. then my mom catches the catfish. then my dream shifts back to the evil library/woman scene. and one person is dead. i dont know this person. but im ditressed and i cry for them. the family is trying to be comforted while everyone is running around to find the exit. then i relize there is no exit. i get seperated from my family and i somehow find myself on the second level of the library. i run into my cousin allie. and were trying to get away. where not even being chased or followed. we just know that a person died from that evil thing. and that everyone else is running around and we decided we needed to blend in. i run into my dad and we try to find my mom but we cant find them. then another person is killed. this time its a little boy. and i feel alot more sympathy for him than i did the first death. my dream shifts again. this time no one is running around. the library looks cleaner. and theres only about 100 people. in group of 6 or 10 or 8 to 7. i relize everyone is huddled with there families. i look around and yes. my parents sisters and cousin are with me. the evil woman is noo where to be found. but everyone is scared and huddled. no one dared to speak. im confused.........

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Spoiler for Grossss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

Disclaimer: I have not idea how this got to my mind but all I know is that it wasn't on purpose..

I remember wanting to **** my mom in the hallway, hudson was sitting up in bed and could see so I closed the door. It reopened.. I took her to the living room shepard did something and I wanted to continue but she said "The baby's cries first!" I was angry and left..

Spoiler for Gross AND Weird!!:

I found myself walking toward a building for a "sex" competition with fat chicks.. I walked in and saw an older large woman typing on a keyboard "Are you the secretary?" I asked "Yes" she said. I then preceded into another room and looked for the contestant, two other guys where there two, I was rejected. Angry, I lunged to feel up the secretary and then I was kicked out...

Weird dreams, kinda nightmare-ish. All of the same location, appearing to be different dreams at different times.

Dark Nights
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I sat up from my bedroom. I got up to get a drink of water, but then the Christmas tree flashed alive for a second. I turned around and looked at it. It flashed again, brighter than ever, and I stumbled back into the wall. A man in the hallway said, "Go. To. Sleep!" He rushed me and I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I must have woken up, I'm not sure. I 'woke up'. I remembered the last dream I had where I had woke up in my bed and, instinctively did a reality check. I did atkins54 new reality check, and it passed, so I became lucid. I sat up again, and looked at the tree. There were presents under it which was unusual, all of them had been given out. I turned back to turn on a light, but I was electrocuted by the switch. Did I wake up again...? I was checking under the tree, and the presents were gone. I did a reality check to solidify the fact that I was (still?) dreaming. I walked into the hallway, and someone started to laugh and cackle, so I flew towards the garage exit. I was then suspended in air, unable to move. I tried to scream, "Light!" to increase the brightness of the dream so I could see who was laughing. But whoever it could manipulate my voice too. So I screamed, "L...AUGH!" He continued to laugh as I forced myself awake.

These dreams threw me off massively. My boyfriend left me sleeping in his apartment for the first time. He told me he'd lock the doors so I didn't have to worry about anything. So of course I went back to sleep seeming as it was 7 am.

The first dream it did not seem like a dream at all. I heard our bedroom door open, slowly like in one of those horror movies. However I could barely open my eyes, I had to literally force them open to watch the door slide open. Some where in my dreaming mind I couldn't help but wonder if we'd gotten a cat... My eyes went to the floor and nothing was there, then I realized that either way I cat wouldn't be able to open a closed door. The door just kept creeping open slowly till it hit the wall. I can't remember what I was thinking, just that my heart was pounding and I could hear it out loud.

Then I woke up, at least this time I really thought I was awake. The door to the bedroom was still closed, I got up easily thinking I'd go check the doors to make sure they were locked this time. I was walking up the stairs to the main door and I realized that it was still dark outside, but in my head I thought that my boyfriend left when the sun was starting to come up. Then I looked at the door and realized none of the locks were on. I walked up to it taking the ear plugs out of my ear, which in reality I would have done before getting out of bed, I opened the door and my boyfriends car was still there. I remember dropping my ear plug by the door and calling into the house for him. But he didn't answer. So I put my boots on, I was only in a tank top and some boy short panties, and went out to look in his car, but he wasn't there. So I went back inside and left the doors unlocked and got back in bed under the sheets crying.

THEN, I finally woke up to a text from him at 9 am telling me he'd locked the doors and he'd left a spare key for me by the bed. K, I realized after texting him that I had a horrible dream, that my ear plug was missing. I figured it was somewhere in my bed, so I got up to turn on the kettle, and went up to the door to make sure it really was locked like he'd told me it was, it wasn't and my ear plug was by the front door and my boots were wet from snow. So I opened the door and saw my foot prints barely covered by the fact that it was snowing leading to where the car so obviously wasn't. Yep, scary stuff.

Where do I start?
Lucid? Hmmm, it wasn't good. There was something you took to help you adventure and fly around the world. I took it. Mom tried to talk me into it so she could do drugs behind my back. I saw what others had to say about it. Scary witchy stuff. I took it, flew. I saw how late it was on the digital clock. I then watched a movie (apparently it turned real in the dream), about sharks and fish stuff. In the movie, evil was taking over the world. Side note: This movie I watched, because it was apparently a very, very popular one like Forest Gump, etc. Then, a guy with a skull-like mask came out. I knew I had the witchy powers to make me do anything, and this skull guy was evil with blood on him. So, I used my witchy power stuff so I used my powers to make everything good again. I flew over the sea. i went and Mom told me I was screaming and woke me up. FAKE! I woke up in the dream, not real life. I had way more than one sleep paralysis event though. I tried to wake up, once I knew I was dreaming, and I woke up and could not move. My heart made like a weird vibrating thing. I couldn't stop it, I put a bible under my pillow. BIG help! Also, in the dream there was a candle that I put a sticker on it. It ripped as I tore it off. It was Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Then, with my witchy powers I flew into the room (my grandma's) and looked for spells. o.O I then woke up. I told myself I'd know I was dreaming if I see the same stuff again. I fell asleep, again. I knew I was dreaming, but I also knew I was in a nightmare. So, I screamed really loudly as I saw this guy with black hair trying to help me with my powers. (How is that even scary??) I entered sleep paralysis again. Of course! I screamed really loud as I knew I was awake and saw myself fly over the sea once more. Mom woke me up, she heard me scream. I told her this. ^
Nightmare II
This was, pretty cool actually. Stephanie, Lulu, and I were in a machine thing at my step-dad's house. Next door is a preacher lady (crazy) named Kathy. She is nuts!! When we were in the robot machine, we saw people fly out of the house, and me and Stephanie laughed. Another one went flying off the top of the house and landed straight to the ground. They were dying, but we didn't care as we continued laughing. I got the window seat, and it was entertaining. "What are they doing, why?" I thought. "Wanna switch?" I questioned Stephanie as she said yes. She switches seats, looked and we switched back. Then, there was like an explosion, killing almost all of mankind. The world was nearly empty. I moved from the spot I already was b/c the explosion moved me, I was unharmed, though. I got up, remembering people I saw lived. I went by Tony's street. 50 Cent was there mowing the lawn. He said I was brave for going to that house. I went through a forest-like thing and saw a few people. Then, I went to explore Mrs. Kathy's house. I wanted to see what killed them. I found a phone and called 911, but it was so screwed up, when I dialed it, it said E 4. It was busted -___- I crawled up the cave in their house, that leaded to the parachute thing that shot people there. I saw skulls. They looked like toys. I picked one up and observed it. I looked for a made in China sign on it, but no luck. (I am TERRIFIED of skulls, and since they represented real ones I'm surprised I did not scream.) When I picked them up, much like this dream they were very, very vivid. Once I made it to the top, I saw where people were falling from. I was about to go through it, but I didn't feel like dying. Note: When I climbed near the cave on the ground, a news reporter in the backround from an unknown source said: "People have been tricking locals into coming in their house for a parachute ride. Many people killed, almost no human life left. If you know ANYONE still out there, you must find them NOW!" I was brave in this.
Side Note: I was wearing a purple Monster High shirt, and I found huge, plastic purple earrings on the floor in the witchy dream. They are purple skulls with bows on them. I put them on and Stephanie said they were cute. Also, I had a dream where I was in a yellow shirt, and a certian thing got bigger. Strange.

I'm at a revival-meeting-type gathering and it's unclear whether they're Christians, Wiccans, or a melange of both. It's about to be my turn to get up onstage to be "read". I get a choice of lotto-game-type cards to choose from and I choose the purple one. The woman holding the meeting looks at it and says, "Forget it. You're lost. You're headed for destruction and there's no way to save you." I assume she's about to heal me from this horrible destiny, so I get up onto the podium, and then she trips and falls. She looks back and blames me as if I've made it happen. She orders me off the stage. There is also someone calling out that I use cards, which they call by some kind of T-word like "trock" (can't remember), and I say, "You mean tarot?" Everybody in the congregation gasps and looks at me as though I were the devil himself. They start to stare at me with hate in their eyes that forces me off the stage.

It's clear that I'm going to get no healing here, so I wander around the audience looking for someone who might help me. I run into an old psychology colleague who used to be a baseball coach and who is a no-nonsense wise man. He tells me this is all b------t and that they're using me to try to sell psychic readings. They know I'll see through their tactics, so they're marginalizing me to their public to try to make an example of me. I run across an acolyte, a heavy and sweet-faced woman in her 30s or 40s, with a braid of long hair down to her waist. She smiles at me and says she'll help me, but then when she walks past, her hair is jerked back as if I'd pulled it, and she falls. She blames me and everybody sees it.

I leave, convinced I'm doomed, and I come across a table full of lotto-type tickets where you pull a paper out of a paper sleeve, like in a children's book where you pull a tab and the horse's tail wags. I pick purple again as my favourite colour, and it says, "You may as well forget it. You're lost. You know how a condemned man's last meal is whatever he wants? Go do whatever you want. Have a blast for your last couple months of life on Earth." It goes on to say that some of the signs of the end days are that fruit will turn to dust. Every fruit I find turns to dust in my hands. Frantically, I start picking other colours. Pink says I may have some hope, but if I've picked purple already I'm hopelessly lost. Green finally says I have some hope - it's a deep forest green. I know bystanders are looking at me as if I'm nuts.

I wake up with a headache. It takes me a few minutes to convince myself it was only a dream.

But was it?

I had asked God and my guardian angel, and any other angels who wanted to help me, to be with me in my dreams. Is this their message to me??

If anyone has a possible alternative answer and cares to comment on this, please do. I will say that I've been going through a Major Depressive Episode (partly related to Cymbalta withdrawal) after a very difficult Christmas with my family, and I posted last night on another forum about how angry I was over past abusive treatment. I've always felt terrified of being angry with my parents or sisters, and last night I wrote out how angry I was and faced the possibility of being cut off from them in my mind. I actually did write in the post that I "might not even go to hell for this". Briefly, I got physically roughed up on Christmas Day by one of my sisters while I was in the middle of a near-catatonic depressive episode, and a lot of past abuse issues have been coming up for me. It's always felt very dangerous to let it make me angry, because I'd lose my family, be cut off, and possibly go to hell for disobeying the honour-thy-parents commandment. I'd certainly be cut off in life, suddenly without a family - even a sometimes abusive family being a safer feeling than none at all. Hate your famliy, and you're alone in an uncaring world.

But it does bother me that I made a specific request (and had made that request repeatedly) to God and the angels to be with me during my dreams, and not only are they still nightmares, but I've now had one essentially saying that I'm a lost cause and they're going to throw me into Hell. What?!?!

Dream - Lucid

I MILDed again!

I just used my mantra of "I will become lucid" and also said "I will reality check" a couple of times. Yay! I'm glad I found a method that works. Thanks, Matte!

I was at my house. Some mini leprechaun guy, I think it was supposed to be a guy I know in waking life named Jonni, killed my friend/coworker Virginia in her sleep at her apartment. He was very smart, so there's no way she or anyone could elude him, even if the attack was known about in advance. I was terrified this would happen to me, and my parents were at a movie. I was home alone, and it was getting late. I tried to call my mom and she said they'd be home soon. I fell asleep and woke up quite a few times, each time with a wave of terror upon waking. I called my mom a few more times. I fell asleep and woke up again, and my mom was home, working in her office. It was midnight. I went over to her and told her how scared I was. She seemed annoyed and told me she could just give me a Xanax and lay there with me until I fell asleep, but she truthfully hated doing that for my dad. She said if I didn't fall asleep, she wouldn't do it. I got excited and told her I promised I'd fall asleep. I thought to myself even if I didn't fall asleep, I could pretend so she wouldn't leave.

~

I had another dream, but I swore I'd remember it and didn't write it down. Guess what? I forgot it. I fell asleep and woke up again, and decided to MILD. I did my mantras until I fell asleep.

~

I was in an episode of Family Guy. The story was about how one of the characters met his wife. It wasn't a very funny episode though. We were on a bus going to basic training for the military. I was sitting with a younger version of Peter. He pulled out a bag of pot mixed with cocaine, and said we could just do the coke off our fingers. I really didn't want to do that. He had just pulled it out, opened it, and stared at it for awhile.

We got to basic training. It was nighttime outside. We walked through the grass to a screened-in shed that had many seats in front of a stage-type thing with a podium on it for a speaker. We were supposed to listen to someone talk, but they weren't there yet. I smoked a cigarette with Peter. We saw the girl that one of the characters was supposed to meet. She was a cartoon with long, brown, wavy hair and she was dressed all in blue. She smiled flirtatiously as she flipped her hair. Peter's voice came on in the background to say something like "And there she was.".

The speaker finally came, a big black woman, and we all sat in the chairs. We listened to her talk, and she told us that we had to get up at 5 A.M. every day because one of the people in charge had to get up that early. I thought that was a little ridiculous, but it was the military, so I didn't argue. We were dismissed. I took Peter's hand and he offered me a cigarette. I took one, and he lit mine off of his. We walked past this little area where there were big rocks surrounding a tree in a semi circle. Morrie from Tuesdays With Morrie was there, all cartoonified. Him and Peter made some sort of joke, and we kept walking. We went into another little screened-in shed. There was a big banner lying on a table to welcome us. A big rainbow appeared on the banner. I thought it was very sarcastic sounding, since it was welcoming us to the military.

Wait what? Rainbows don't just appear on banners. I was dreaming! I knew the dream was almost over, but I examined my hands anyway to induce clarity. Things kept fading, but I finally stabilized them a bit. I did an RC. There was a chalkboard/marker board in the room. It had an orange spiral drawn on it with text inside of it. There were little stick people drawn off to the side. I glanced away and looked back. The text had changed, and the spiral was smaller. I floated up through the ceiling and ended up inside my family's bonus room. I could feel that I was going to wake up any minute, so I quickly thought of something I could do in a short amount of time. I decided to fly through space, if only for a minute. I took off through the ceiling and I was in space! It was beautiful. There were purpleish-blue stars everywhere, and I saw an orange galaxy off in the distance. It was amazing. It only lasted a few seconds though, before it started to fade to black.

"Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing."
Anonymous

I was at my school, and I was carrying my baby cousin. She was having a fit and completely freaking out, so I put her in her stroller.
Time skip.
I was in a hallway at the school, and my mother was there. She told me to go outside to the car to assist my father with carrying some things. I had my sweater on, so I knew I'd be warm enough. I walked over to the doors and was about to go outside to the parking lot, when I realized that I didn't have my shoes. I went back to where my mother was to get them, but she began to scold me for not helping, claiming that everything had been brought inside already. I angrily put on my shoes and went outside. I jumped on the ground and slid on the ice on my belly. It was jolly good fun, but I stopped because I didn't want to dirty my sweater.
I walked over to the car where my father was working on his computer. I began talking to him though the window.
"Can I help carry anything?" I asked. I noticed some gross-looking bugs on the outside of the car.
"Everything has been brought in except a couple things that Ill get."
"I'll carry them."
"Why?"
"Well, because I didn't help out earlier and I desired to make reparations for my lack of assistance, and THAT BUG IS CREEPING ME OUT!"
On the car was an ant and a "tomato spider," as I called it (see image below). They both had a bunch of little white grub-like things attached to them, parasites I expected. The ant was big, but worse was the tomato spider. It had a gross red body and long legs, and a fuzzy tail. It fell off the car and I jumped back. I began to stomp on it, but every time I tried to kill it, it didn't die. I stomped again and again, but it still lived.
I went into panic mode. I was freaking out. I hate bugs, and they are one of my biggest fears. I began to flail, and I almost hit a nice young lady in my panic. My father kept telling me to calm down, but I just couldn't. Now while that damn spider still lived. I stomped again, and again, and again. Finally, I threw a napkin on it and stomped again. Finally, I woke up.
This one scared the feces out of me. I am so afraid of bugs, for no reason. I think this one counted as more of a nightmare than the last one, because while roaches are just gross, big red spiders are frightening.

This thing is awful. Actual size.

1/12/11

1- Why Reality Checks Are Useful
Driving has never been incredibly easy for me, but it's certainly never been this difficult! What is wrong with me today? Or is it the car? I flinch and hit the brakes nearly ten feet from the stopped car in front of me, but my stupid Kia keeps moving and bumps into it. Either the driver doesn't notice, or he doesn't care. More than a bit unnerved, I turn onto the interstate and head STRAIGHT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC!!! Oh my God, I'm going to die!

In a panic, I swerve to the right side of the road, lose control of the car (as if I ever had control in the first place), and slam into a vehicle who was blaring their horn at me in horror. My car is totaled. "Good thing this is just a dream," I say to myself right before I die.

I am majorly confused. My mother tells me that I wrecked my car, but I am certain that the crash was only a dream. Was it possible that the car was destroyed as a RESULT of my dream? Or am I dreaming right now? Hmm...

The dream changes. I am now a man who has been killing people in his sleep. The memory is vague at this point, but I recall looking at a lady with short blond hair who was holding a bloody knife...

7 January 2011
I was at a university (where i used to study many moons ago) and walked from the one side to the other side around the university grounds. As i walked it became darker and darker. I came across lots of Acacia trees and in the middle was an opening where a fire was burning. The university was still visible in the back ground in daylight. I saw 4 people, i standing and the rest sitting around the fire. There were a flash of light and it felt like I had sand in my eyes - struggling to see and walking towards the fire. There the 4th person who was standing all the time shouted at me to get away and actually pulled me away to avoid me touching the 3 dead bodies that laid scorching on the ground.

Needless to say, I could not sleep after this.

I need to not take Benadryl to sleep. With all the family issues going on right now, it wasn't good.

I was about 18, and my younger sister was 15ish. I don't remember exactly what was going on, but she started following me and telling me everything that was wrong with me psychologically. Every time I told her to leave me alone, she analyzed that too. I finally stormed out of the house, just leaving home to get away from her. She followed me still, chirping about how disturbed I must be to be running away from home. I stopped, gripping her wrist and bending it backwards until she started crying, and cussed her up one side and down the other telling her to f*** off and that I hated her. Then I woke up.

Before this, I was with my husband visiting an adult-themed shopping mall. It was a fascinating place with kinkiness that I didn't know my mind was capable of. Yay, me. But when I tried to leave, I suddenly found myself uncontrollably vomiting until I went back inside. I threw up blue hair at one point, and something pinkish and still undigested. I never ate, but I hurled several stomachfuls of yuk before waking.

On waking this first time, I saw my husband asleep next to me but he somehow registered as my Dad. I was shocked and disgusted at my cuddle instinct until I realized who it was beside me.

The sister thing is reliving some family drama, but a different sister is the one doing this. My elder sister has decided that something has damaged me to make me convert from the family religion, and is determined to heal me by the power of the family deity whether I want it or not. She recently sent me a Christmas card full of rather threatening rhetoric about what this god will do to me if I don't repent. And since I'm the only one of my faith in the family, no one will back me in this. They think she's a little over-the-top, but still in the right mind-set.

My little sister has come the closest to supporting me, and I'm very big-brotherish in my overprotectiveness of her no matter my femininity. I'd never hurt my Bugg in reality. Dunno why my mind translated my older sister into her.

I don't have many scary nightmares, just rage and screaming fits.

It is late at night and raining. I walk along a sidewalk, without an umbrella. The rain drenches me but I don’t care, it feels nice. There are other people walking down the street in front and behind me. A long black limousine pulls up in front of me. I see a few of the other people that walk around me get pulled into the limo. It pulls forward so that the limousine sits directly next to me. The door swings open, and I don’t have a moment to react or escape. They abduct me into the back seat. The back of the limousine opens up… it is exponentially bigger inside than it looks from outside.

Several Men in Black suits and dark sunglasses surround me and the other captives. One by one, each captive is held down by multiple men while another injects an oversized hypodermic needle deep into the center of his forehead into his third eye… the mind’s eye which rests just above and between the brow crests. The threatening Men in Black purposely show me this on a few of the captives so that I know exactly what I’m getting into. Once each person is injected they go limp and enter a catatonic state. Even though I know this and that this danger will befall me, I cannot escape.

It is my turn now, and I fight against the men with all my might. They overpower me easily, incomparable in strength. I see the giant oversized hypodermic needle come closer toward me until I feel it puncture the skin of my forehead. It stabs deep into my brain and I feel the liquid enter me as the plunger pushes down. Something is released within me and my entire body is seized with the most intense energetically buzzing. (similar to Sleep Paralysis). The electronic current flows through my system. I initially wonder if it is heroin. I am catatonic in the back of the black limousine, and it feels so beautifully euphoric that it hurts me to the core.

An alien invasion was unleashed upon the earth by the Grays. These aliens were specifically body snatchers and shape-shifters. They were manipulators of the highest ability, akin to the reptilians. The problem was that anybody could be one of the invading aliens. A lot of people also didn’t believe me, thinking that I was just being a conspiracy theorist. My closest friends in the dream were aware though, and a hefty portion of the dream was spent thinking a specific individual was an alien, but I was wrong.

The alien turned out to be masquerading as an ally of mine. We managed to ‘evade’ the other aliens by hiding in a forest… but it was all just a ruse for the shapeshifter to get me alone. When just the two of us stood in the forest, it transformed into its original alien form and tried to infest my body, to make me its next host. I ran, and tried to escape but no matter how fast or hard I tried, the alien was right on my heels. At this point, the stress and fear catapulted me into lucidity and I realized I was dreaming. I decided to stop and face my fears, so I stopped and turned to confront the alien. I told it that it couldn’t hurt me in this dream world. At this, the alien cocked its head and stabbed its hand deep into my chest (Mr. Smith a la the Matrix style). I could feel the alien drain my life force, as I started dying. My feelings were of failure and lost hope… as even though I stood up to a dream figure… I ‘died’