nightmare

Had 2 recalls yesterday, dont remember them now, i waited too long. But i remember the second one had to do with a shark chasing me.

Also 2 recalls today, ill post the first one separately..

Second dream, right before i woke up around noon,
I was making cupcakes for an important event, although i am completely unaware about that they were for. It felt like a wedding or classy event, because they were vanilla and we were using white icing. I remember pouring the badder into the cupcake pans, and all of a sudden my mother pops up and pulls my arm so that i end up pouring the last half of the badder into one regular cake pan. Saying, "Only half the people will want your silly cupcakes." I was mad when i woke up. Then i realized i didnt get to eat a cupcake while i was asleep,

I was floating in the waves, and washed up on the shore. I pulled myself from the water and looked up. Around me it looked like a post-apocalyptic zombie town. Buildings were caved in and I didn't see anyone.

I walked along the shoreline a little more until I heard a man's voice coming from one of the buildings. I followed the sound and peeked into the room where the wall was destroyed. An older teenage boy was sitting across from a teenage girl who looked like Megan Fox. He saw me and beckoned me to come inside.

"What's your name?" He asked. I did not know. He moved a large piece of fallen wall over to reveal a hidden passage. He said that we would be safe here. We met his family. They told us that in their town there was a man with a mask. He liked to sneak into people's houses and murder them. They also told us that we would never know when he would sneak in.

I decided to check out the house. Looking around, I found an extra bedroom. My phone was there, and I had a text from Mike. I responded to the text, but when I turned around I felt a creepy presence...

Everyone in the house was getting ready for bed, and I was the only one left still up and not in the main bedroom. I left the extra bedroom and walked down the long hallway. Turning around once to look behind me, I saw a dark shadow standing at the end of the hallway!!! The shadow had the silhouette of a man, but I couldn't see if he was masked or not.

"Get inside the bedroom!" I heard the family yell. I ran to their bedroom and bolted the door shut behind me. WTF was that?!

I slept peacefully that night. The next day we went to eat with the other townspeople. They had a large room that resembled a cafeteria. Our family sat down and ate our meals while I thought over what I had seen last night.

The cafeteria got quiet. I looked up and saw the masked man standing in the doorway. He looked like the man from Friday the 13th.

He stood there for a moment before silently pointing to me. He walked over and grabbed me and pulled me away into the kitchen. He said that we were going to play a little 'ice fishing' game.

Point of view changes and I am now the head of the household. I am running around trying to find where the masked man took the girl. Our family runs into the kitchen. The sink has iced over. We pull a string out from the drain and we see that the girl has frozen in a solid ice cube. We set her down to let her thaw. We also find another string in the other sink and pull out the frozen version of the masked man. We decide to kill him while he is unable to move. We grab a large pole and shove it through his neck. We think he is dead for now but I think he wakes up again, can't remember the rest.

Last night I had horrible sleep. Slept for only small fragments of time only to wake up either too hot or too cold or uncomfortable. I had vivid dreams, but the last one I remembered, I was following my parents somewhere with my scooter. My mom was driving her sedan. They were already angry with me. Much to my dismay, they took a detour through this sandy forrest and i had to beep for them to stop. Exasperated, they threw a rope out of the window and i grabbed on. They towed me on the scooter for a few miles while i'm panicking because its so heavy and I'm afraid they're going to leave me and i'll be lost. I hooked the rope to the steering wheel. They start going faster, and due to some drastic turn near a hill the rope gets caught on some tree branch high in the sky (obviously the physics don't make sense in waking life). They don't notice and keep driving. I am lifted off the ground towards the tree branch as my parents accelerate. I panick and don't know whether to jump off or to somehow unhook my scooter first. And after what seems like a long hesitation i decide to unhook the scooter, and the scooter and myself falls to the ground. Usually I would wake up at this point. Instead i am pacing back and forth furious with my parents, panicked because I am lost. Eventually, it starts to get dark and my parents come back for me, and they're upset with me and take no responsibility. They ask me what I've been doing, and ask me if I'm drunk, suspecting foul play and debauch. I assure them that I am not. I go home, and go to sleep, depressed, tired, wanting the day to be over. I wake up in some tall bunk bed in a room with manilla white walls. There are other twenty year old men there who all look either indifferent and bored or angry. I am really confused. I have no idea why I've woken up here. I go to the front desk and ask what has happened, and they sternly command me to get some rest. I talk to some of the other guys there and they just smirk at me and use condescending words. It's like they're all referring to some incident that i am unaware of, and nobody actually answers my questions directly. One guy tries to be nice and says "yea, no use worrying about it" and later he says "breakfast will be here soon." I end up talking to one of the nurses, who tells me that i was involuntarily committed. That i had gotten drunk the night before and had gone on a rampage. I try to explain to them that its impossible and that i must have been sleep walking. I smell so bad because i must have put on this hat i left in the garage that actually had a rotten banana underneath it that was starting to ferment. My eyes were bloodshot because i have insomnia and i'm taking sleeping meds which can sometimes make me feel doped up but not sleepy. All of a sudden i realize how absurd i sound, the nurse just looks at me like "yea, that's what a crazy alcoholic WOULD say." I realize that I am an alcoholic and even though I have been trying to stay sober, and even though i don't remember getting drunk or even thinking about getting drunk, i must have done it -- because i'm really sick. I feel guilty and i call my parents who are nearly crying and want to know why i did it. I'm not exactly sure what I did, but they seem distraught and i feel terrible. NExt thing I know, everyone is gone from the psychward/prison, and I walk out the door expecting to be stopped. I walk to the bus stop and everyone looks at me like i'm drunk. I smell like rotten bananas. And i'm stumbling around asking people which direction the bus goes = uptown or to the suburbs, and they're ignoring me. I actually feel drunk in the dream, but not in a good way, i feel depressed and disoriented and uncoordinated and strung out. THat's the last thing i remember

I thought I would just upload some of my dreams I have recorded in my DJ. Also a few past dreams I had when I was younger.

Mythic Date: Unknown; Lucid: Yes
This dream is one from the past. I was this strange creature, blue, with colorful designs, bipod like. I was in this strange world, blue skys - littered with clouds, beige rocky canyon with very shallow water running in it, like a tributary but the water was a bout 2 inches deep. Very warm. Waterfalls pouring into a shallow pond/lake. I remember seeing a female version of my species, whom I felt VERY attracted too. Like your first love or true love, this was the affection I had for her.

I remember a ship dusting off and departing from the the world, and me and my counterpart had waved a goodbye as it left. I assume it dropped us off on this to colonize/repopulate? seeing as how we were the only species of our type on it. I remember seeing kids, for some reason I think they were mine so im assuming I have good relationship skills. This was one of my favorite dreams, the feeling of deep affection for someone is like none other.

Slenderman Date: 8/17/10; Lucid: No
I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with the Slenderman but this is my dream about it. I was in this Halloween looking town, dark with reds and oranges and blacks. I see decorations of witches and pumpkins. I'm in a group of 3 people. Me, an attractive woman with red dyed hair, and the Slenderman. Suddenly my dream switches settings.

I'm now in an underground bunker, that seems run down but not derelict. It is populated with humans and it seems to be a commuter town. Water is draining from plumbing pipes that are sticking out of the cracking/breaking walls. I now switch over to the attractive woman. I remember sitting in bed with a drape over the side, it is very bright and I remember talking to the Slenderman. Now I switch roles again and I am the Slenderman. I seem to be thinking of evil intentions but not acting on them.

Technicality Date: 8/22/10; Lucid: No
Im using my laptop. The setting is my room. On my laptop I'm using BitTorrent for some reason. I appear to be downloading some program that doesn't exist.

I'm now in my old town that I moved from. I remember my neighborhood and how nostalgic it is. Nothing more after this.

Pokemon and Civil Wars Date: 8/23/10; Lucid: No
This is a strange one. I'm not sure why I even dreamed about this. I see Team Rocket from Pokemon. I mean, the original Team Rocket, Jesse and James. It appears to be a live action reenactment of the show, but the actors look just like the anime characters. They were having a talk at a dinner table and discussing over something. Then the live action actors turned into the anime characters as the dream went on.

Now I'm waking up, preparing for classes for college. I'm taking a shower but now my friends are in my house, talking and planning to do something. I change my clothes and walk downstairs to my deck. I look outside and see the Civil War happening in my backyard. I see a Confederate man and a Union man fighting. At this point, they both lose ammo, pull swords out and slice at each other. The Confederate wounds the Union soldier and then he executes him with a primitive pistol. Suddenly, the British from the American Revolution start charging at the Confederate and they kill him. I dont see blood or anything in this.

Nightmares and Death Date: Unknown; Lucid: Yes
I had a nightmare of being chased by rabid dogs. Huge dogs. I remember being bitten and not feeling the pain, but I felt shock and panic. I finally thought to myself "ENOUGH!" and the dream stopped in its tracks. I then proceeded to dream about more relaxing dreams. I've never had a nightmare since.

I remember being on the Empire State building. I'm looking over the city, although its just a few skyscrapers and nothing more. Next thing I know, I'm falling, though I do not feel the experience of falling. I hit the ground, but instead of waking up, I wind up in a white room. Nothing but white. I cannot detail the size of the room but for some reason it seems big, unfathomable.

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

Notes:
The problem with continually trying to WILD is that you end up getting a glut of sleep paralysis-related dreams, which usually aren't lucids. But this one was just effing scary.

I was in my supposed room, a small bedroom with dark blue walls and a queen-sized bed with a mint green comforter. I was lying on my stomach, on top of the comforter without a pillow, but with my arms under my head. In real life they would've lost circulation, but in the dream they didn't. I attempting to get sleep paralysis to WILD, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I got off the bed and lay down on the steel blue-colored carpet, my arms under my head again. My eyes were open the whole time.

Immediately after settling down, I felt tingling, and then I felt something sitting on top of me. Then it proceeded to almost lightly hug me, as I could feel it wrapping around my chest and back. It got off and then I heard a slight metallic flick. My heart began to beat very fast, almost coming through my chest; I could feel it trying to get out.

I then felt something sharp dragging along my back in a straight line. It stopped after a few moments, and then it happened again, a few inches down, parallel to the other line. Then, it happened twice more, but this time the lines were perpendicular to the previous two. It almost hurt, but there wasn't any true discernible pain. The whole time I tried to ignore it, because I knew it wasn't real (not to mention it wasn't even sleep paralysis but a dream!).

It ended and I woke up for real.

I have trouble sleeping, so my dreams are often broken and change quickly due to waking briefly at least hourly. The first memory of the dream I have is being out in the woods. My fiance and I are wearing hunting attire, red plaid with big rubber boots & dark brown, canvas pants. It seems like the clothes you would wear hunting water fowl.

We are walking through the woods and I am aware that we are hunting or searching for something. We are aware that we are trying to find something first, and if we do, we win the tournament. We become aware that we are looking for a large boar. It is supposedly hidden. There are many people looking for it; families & fathers with sons.

We feel disheartened that there are so many, but suddenly, there is a big canvas bundle in front of us, covered in brush & debris, and we look at each other. A younger boy, maybe 17, and his friends are nearby and notice us looking at this bundle. We are sure it is the boar, hiding. The boys start hollering and I leap over the bundle, as if to claim it. A large number of people arrive and congratulate me. I get on a walkie-talkie to announce my discovery. The man on the other side says, "Are you sure?" I pull back the canvas and beneath it are corpses. It looks to be a family that was hiking/camping in the area and didn't make it out. They are all wrapped in the canvas and have been dead under a week. The crowd shudders back, and I start running from the smell. I lose my fiance in the panic.

--

I am suddenly in a large, concert setting. The skies are black and there is fire around us. There are bleachers, but they are all set vertically, without any slant. I am climbing to the top rung. There are musicians, rock musicians, playing guitar and drums. They are levitating in the center of these bleachers that are at least 100 feet up, and they are covered in flames. They have large, bat wings. I am horrified as I sit in the bleachers. The bleachers sway and I see parts of it beginning to fall off. The winged creatures, black and scaley, fly closer and are attacking the concert goers. I rush to get to another set of bleachers. My mother and father are there, listening to the music, and are oblivious to the chaos. They tell me to sit still. It is dark and now the flames are a bright white. I am teetering on the bleachers, which are now squishy and almost like a pontoon boat, and I am trying to avoid contact with the winged creatures.

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I am now at my parents home. I am trying to figure out how to operate a shower. There is a tub and a shower curtain, but the curtain won't close all the way and I am trying to turn on the shower. The tub is in the middle of the room and the curtain rod goes in an oval arond the tub. The fabric of the curtain won't reach around. I fumble with it for awhile. I had been talking to my parents, but the house is suddenly quiet. My fiance is there and we are getting ready to leave. I look around and realize my family is dead. My fiance seems undisturbed by this, but I begin to panic, wondering what I will do now that they are all dead; suddenly and with no explanation. I remember crying out "I'm all alone now!"

--

Next, I am at a large, outside building. It appears to be near an ag farm; the buildings are made of cement. It is almost like a hangar, with large holes in the walls for mock windows. The sky above is dark and grey and it is chilly. I feel like I am in school again, at a high school, wandering around. I see an old school mate. She is skinny and barefoot and takes off running down a dirt road to an older looking house surrounded by trees. I run after her, and when I come inside, she is there with an older woman and man, dressed in colonial clothing.

I realize I must get away and try to leave the house. I am now on a farm, and there is a fence around us, and the land is dirty and barren. The sky is dark, but there are no apparent clouds, just a thick cover of them. Its overcast. Suddenly, my ex shows up and he is trying to get me to talk to him. I try to run, but I can't. He follows me. I run out of the gate and back to the cement structures. The dark skies reappear. Dark, almost purple clouds.

It is muddy. I notice my ex there. I run into the cement structure and my old friend from middle school is there in a little, red car. I run to her and tell her my ex is following me. She gets out and starts yelling at him to leave me alone. He walks up to his car, an older car, and because it is so overcast, he begins to close the convertible top. But the whole car folds up and digs into the mud.

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I am suddenly walking across a grassy area. There is a fence, an asphalt road, and on the other side, my old high school. I notice another ex there. He is playing soccer in the grass with friends. He is wearing a yellow shirt and he looks as if he doesnt' realize it is cold outside. I walk out to him and we talk as if we are old friends again. I then walk into the school and sit in on a class. I get a large, red, gold-trimmed book and I am carrying it outside. The sky is even darker now. I walk back over to where the boys are playing soccer and lean on the post. I hear a crack in the sky and I look up. There is a dark, black vortex forming in the sky and the clouds begin to swirl slowly around it. Everyone starts to scream and the wind begins to blow.

I am panicked. I realize I am all alone. I am aware I have a fiance, but I feel as if he is nowhere nearby. I am scared and I run to the other side of the road on the cement sidewalk and there are other people there, my age, students wearing backpacks, and we stare at the vortex and we start to sing a song together about the apocolypse.

--

The alarm went off and I woke up for the day.

A weird sequence, likely inspired with a chance meeting last night with an old FFXI friend as well as an unrequited mystery from those days as well as several related events earlier in the day.

There was an early sequence where I seem to recall a Starfox-style shmup that I can't place within the context of the rest of the dream.

It seems that I lived in some unfamiliar downtown location, and that members of my old TiamatsFangs FFXI linkshell were getting together in real life to do some sort of video game-esque covert operation. We were to try to get into some kind of factory, the entrance to which was on the roof of a tall building, to demolish...something. We went in, and made our way to the end, but my partners started dying as we got ready to blow up the place. There was some kind of weird monster/alien thing killing people. As I fled out I turned and saw it grotesquely kill two people. I managed to escape back onto the roof-entrance, the only survivor. Except it flashed back to before the operation began. Since I knew what would happen I began trying to prepare an escape route, cleaning up excess ammo, weapons, and items on the floor to make picking up things for use easier, however I became frustrated that my partners were sitting around goofing off instead of preparing for the mission so I gave up and left. On my way home I realized I could use the opportunity of the TiamatsFangs' gathering to track down Jillia. I had already called and talked to her at some point during the preparation for the operation, so on my way home I called her number again but she didn't answer. When I got home to a room that looked like some sort of home office I sat down and started to think about how I could proceed. I started looking through the contacts on my phone and noticed I had a second number for Jillia, so I called it. An older woman answered the phone; I asked her if Jillia was there to which she replied yes. I asked the woman for the location of this phone number to which she replied that it was a place called "The Dungeon". I thanked her and hung up to consult the internet for the Dungeon's location; I remember that the first time I searched for it I forgot to specify the city I was in (when I corrected it, I corrected it with Fargo, ND or 58102, so evidently this dream was supposed to take place in Fargo). I quickly found it online, it was some sort of arcade. I went there; inside I met the older woman I had spoken to earlier behind a counter just inside the entrance. Also there were several teenagers there, I thought it odd that several of the boys were shirtless--and also that none of them were playing any arcade games, in fact there were no arcade games at all. The area was mostly empty except for some furniture and beanbag chairs. I asked the woman if Jillia was there again and she offered to take me to her. As we slowly made our way back I continued to observe the bizarre behavior of the children here. The woman explained that Jillia was a poor girl, having been abused and I recall ending that explanation mentally by adding "by these people" to the end. As we reached the entrance to the basement, I observed a short, ugly-looking girl and a boy getting ready to have sex, and they were eventually joined by a second boy. I went down into the basement alone. At the bottom was a large room, the room was pitch black except where it was sparsely lit by a small television in the middle on the other side of the room. There was some kind of clothing rack blocking the direct path to the television, instead leading a path around the outside of the room. In the far back corner there was a green couch that was very brightly lit. I called out for Jillia and she answered, though I couldn't see her at all. I replied, "Now there's a voice I recognize!" She sounded somewhat paranoid however. She instructed me to go to the couch in the back corner. Standing in the light it was even harder to see into the darkness, but I sensed that she had moved from near the TV to around between me and the door. She instructed me to remove my pants and shirt so I removed my black coat, shirt, and pants and set them on the couch. She then instructed me to go over and play the game. I went over, in just my underwear, and sat down by the TV. There was an old school Sega console there with what looked to be some sort of hacked old school Sonic game. I picked up the controller and hadn't even started playing when I heard the door to the basement slam shut. Alarmed that Jillia may have ran off, I quickly got up and returned to the couch to put my clothes back on and try to follow her. As I was putting my clothes back on the lights came on in the rest of the room. The floor was concrete and the walls were painted a bland white, it looked for sure like somewhere people may be held captive and I recall thinking, "Aw shit, I'm trapped down here." I immediately suspected the bizarre people on the floor above of foul play. When I checked the door, however, it was unlocked so I went upstairs to leave. The teens that were there before were outside in the rain, apparently having fun and taking pictures of each other. I quietly left, trying not to draw attention to myself. About a block away I turned and looked back, trying to think of how I could find her now. The dream ends there.

Side note: with some more effort into reality checking around phones as previously planned, I might have been able to catch this one.

I remember this one so distinctly. I was on the 97th floor with my two sisters and 2 others people. We were doing Yoga. It was the empire state building next to another building just a little shorter. The room was a yoga studio with light blue walls and maple wood flooring. We had a blue cylinder candle in the middle. It had been lit for hours and was a liquid. I was standing up when we start doing a chant, and I decide to hit the lowest note I can. None the less, the building starts shaking, and we all notice the candle doing the Jurrasic Park ripples. Then the entire building (like a real earthquake- I live in LA) starts swaying back and forth. I look out the window in broad daylight and see every other building swaying back and forth, then we all hit the floor and I accept that I am going to die. I look out the window again and our building sways around and crashes directly into the other one. The last thing I remember is looking at my sisters and saying I love you, two times. The second time it slowed down to a high pitched dragon fire breathing type of sound-and I closed my eyes and felt my self ejected from the building. Then I woke up. IT was awesome.

Next time, I want to be able to control this and transition into another dream from that one, not just wake up.

Nightmares =\

1: I was a serial killer/mass murderer for a reason I have forgotten. I used razor blades and slit people's throats quickly. I think I also kidnapped people, and the sequence ended with what was supposed to be years later when I see the investigators talking (one looked like Donald Sutherland), and I run up, kill both, then walk off. As I walk off, I hear shouting, and I impale myself on a screwdriver.

2: I think this was an alternate ending to the previous dream where one of my friends died, and I was trying to be convinced to go with another friend to Greece where he lived now.

3: My fiancé, for reasons unknown to me, was attacked in front of my by a massive crocodile. I, alone, pull her out, and she's unconscious. The dream ends with her being revived.

I'm guessing since I went to bed stressed last night, this triggered the nightmares of death. I tend to over-analyze everything since I plan my moves out, and when I do, I worry about future situations that may not even develop. For example, if I want to quit my job, I become worried over the worst case scenario (no career), so I essentially start to become absorbed with the notion that this is all I can do, ever. This notion happens for nearly everything. So, since all the dreams were about situations out of my control (I think the last dream with the crocodile had my fiancé pregnant too, which neither of us want at the moment, so that made it double out of my control), I believe that going to sleep stressed out (computer issues on every computer and phone) pushed the dream to fruition. Worst of all, in the dreams, everything felt real enough/out of control enough to be feasible, so I couldn't break the idea that it wasn't real.

I woke up shaking and pretty scared.

Thinking back, I had a reality check that I missed. At some point during my murderous rampage, I shaved with my razor blades. Using a mirror (which worked fine), I noticed a patch of facial hair, passed the blade over it, and it disappeared. I never noticed that it didn't FEEL like I was shaving. Pity...

It was like... It was like watching a horrific psychopathic art house film. Jesus Christ. What the hell had I dreamt. Is this even a dream. I don't even..

AM I insane?! What kind of neurosis is this.

I am in my childhood neighborhood. I see a man standing on a street corner and he looks menacing and suspicious. He starts to chase me and I realize that he has a gun. I run into a store and there is a man behind the counter and one customer. I say to the customer to lock the door immediately. He fumbles with the lock a bit but manages to lock it. I go into a small back room to hide. My sister is in the room which has a window. I tell my sister to stay close to the ground so the gunman will not see us through the window. Suddenly, very loud booming gunshots ring out and we are very afraid.

I was sitting at a fire listening to stories. I became so engrossed in the tales, I was inside of them. I saw a giant serpent made of sticks in the sky, it roared. my view then shifted to a burning mask of a snake. the fire crackled and consumed it, but not before the mask turned into a human head with a forked tongue sticking out. my view changed to what was behind the mask, a stage. my consciousness approached the stage. There was a man on the stage, full of enthusiasm, but I could tell that he didn't want to do what he was about to do, it was only a necessity. I was then standing off to the side of the stage, I was the assistant, my job was to calm the sacrifices. a job that wasn't much better than the man on the stages job was. he asked for the first sacrifice. a woman put a baby in a cradle on the stage. the man keeled over the cradle, I couldn't watch, I looked away. I heard a crunch. when I looked back, the cradle and baby where gone, eaten. "at least it was quick and painless" I thought. the man asked for the next sacrifice. A young child toddled up to the stage. again I couldn't watch. done with that one, he looked to the side of the audience with pets,

I'm sorry I can't type any more, it's too hard.

There was a poodle puppy that I played with, and my own dog that I played with before I woke up.

I don't remember all of them (thank goodness) but they were awful.

In one dream, my rabbit, Cuddlebug had crawled into some tube. The tube became tiny and it was somehow pressurized. It could unscrew but I always confuse my left from my right. Instead of loosening it, I tightened it and I felt a pop and my hands became wet with blood. I killed my pet and cried a lot- cursing my stupidity.

In another dream, it was a zombie apocalypse. I was running through the large house I always dream about. My youngest daughter was attacked and I didn't hesitate in killing her. I struck fast, but didn't complete the job. She laid on the ground before me, with a dazed expression on her face. Then she became a size just a little larger than a barbie dolll. I sawed of her head and then my grief consumed me.
Then I worried about how to conceal her body in case the world wasn't ending and the State stopped by.
That dream continued for a long time, but I've forgotten most of the details.
I was on a train at some point, and everyone marveled my stupidity.

That's it.

Oh yeah, but night before last, I dreamed I went back in time. I saw my younger self at the age of about 6. Then it dawned on me I wasn't that person. I was someone else, even though I still resembled her.

Lucid:

I was in a dream where me and a DC were trapped in a small shabby looking room as we had been kidnapped.
I remember the DC i was with as a male, with Curly hair. we were in the room when i suddenly shouted, "wait im dreaming!" to which my dream cahracter didn't take much notice of. Then all of a sudden our kidnapper burst into the room, he was a big fat bald man, he had an angry look on his face and he threw me around the room(as small as it was) but i seemed to be bouncing off the walls. i then saw a small window beside me and thought of it as an escape way. Dream ends.

I was lying in my bed and suddenly went into SP, i opened what i believe to be my dream eyes for a split second and saw about 10 Round yellow balls on my 'bedroom' floor.

i was lying in my bed this morning when i suddenly went into SP, i got a bit freaked as i knew i didn't want to go in to SP. i reamined calm and opened my eyes. I was still Paralysed but i was in the dream world looking at my bed but could not move. i then fought my way out of it. Dream End

Non-Lucid:
The other night i had a dream that me and some DC's were playing a rayman game in a big outdoor playground type place. i then said "what are those things called again"? (talking about lums to which u DC replied "lums". i thought this was weird as how did one of my DC's know something that i dont. which beg's the question 'Do DC's contain forgotten memories? or do DC's represent different memories?. Dream end

Me and some DC's were sitting in a forset with ( i thnk) playing airsoft. i picked up a mask a mask similar to pshyco mantis from MGS.

Jesus Christ, Why can't I go to sleep on 1:00AM - 6:00AM anymore? It's been like this for a week.