nightmare

I had a dream in which my surprisingly demonic older sister tortured my cat Sunshine.
Anyways,
It started out where i noticed I was in some kind of OR. I looked around and saw my Ken (older sister) standing there. Beside her was Sunshine, sprawled out on a gurney. Ken wheeled the gurney into the nearest room, and I followed. I looked down for a moment and noticed that Sunshine did not look normal..sort of human-ish. I squinted and saw, that my older sister had cut Sunshine's paw off.
She was um, holding it in her hand. Ken raised a knife and she said, "Time for surgery." with an evil smirk.

I then appeared outside of my church. It was nighttime. Ken was holding Sunshine, so I took her away from Ken. Then to my horror, I saw something was stuck up through Sunshine's chin and mouth, a pin. I cried and held her, but it didn't seem to be doing any good. She was suffocating, and I had no idea what to do. A group of people started gathering, and Sam was there too. I gave Sunshine to her, then glared at Ken. She gave me the most creepy demonic stare. Her eyes were yellow and red, sort of like olives. Lol. But still, it looked demonic.

I had this one around 10 years old. I'm riding my bus on a field trip, and I fall out the back. I stumble over to this house, where there is a woman, who welcomes me inside. I ask her if I can spend the night. She replies, "Yes, you can sleep upstairs, with the dead baby. I look at the baby sitting on the floor, and she bites her older sister's head off, and spits it out. The whole family starts to have blood leaking out of their mouths, and stare at me. Then I wake up.

DF #1: I am attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, go to Potions class, get an A, and get kidnapped by someone with gray skin.
DF #2: I am in a getaway vehicle shooting a machine gun at a pursuing semi truck.
DF #3: I am in a dark, old house which I have had a really bad nightmare in, and I have the Poltergeist 2000 strapped to my back.

This is going to be difficult to explain but here it goes:

The dreams were heavily centered around my brother. There was so much about him I never learned but I know that he is an alien that is the key to life on Earth. I'll get back to this later though. My brother is sick in bed at a luxurious hotel, looking at pictures and videos on his laptop and tv and projector and so forth. There is an evil figure in the room with him. I don't know who, I think he works for the Google corporation but he isn't letting my brother know the truth about anything. This is night time and it is the last night on earth before the apocalypse. I can't remember what happens, maybe I wasn't supposed to, but it results in someone killing my brother. With his death dies the good in mankind. All new souls are forever evil. But the thing about my brother is that he's somehow not fully dead. He comes back to life in the hotel, but weaker than ever. His "guardian" from Google is there there and he asks him to stay, completely unaware that it was him that was responsible for his death. I also come into the room after hearing news of his death and resurrection and stay to watch over him.

Days have passed at this point. The man starts talking to us but he only cares that my brother hears it, "Things have gotten worse since. Look at these drawings from the children". He shows these pictures of faces painted in black. all of them look scared. angry. like they're dying. It was gruesome in a simplistic way. With this my brother grew colder. For just a second, his eyes had dark rings around them. I rushed over to him to console him and he returned to normal. It was then that I realized that the man was evil. Somehow my brother was connected to Earth and if he grew evil, so would life. What I didn't understand was that somehow, this man was planning to use the Apocalypse to bring forth a revolution in which Google could run the world. Operation Google Control.

So remember that whole Alien thing? Well I know this because I remember when things on Earth just started to get worse, and I was speaking to my neighbor at my apartment. He was telling me how all the kids were acting terrible, swearing and seemed to be lacking that innocence about them. Behind us was a wall of action figures, one of them was his Alien with a large head and coloured veins traveling down from it's brain. The moment I saw it I had instant flashes of my brother and I knew that it was in some way related to him.

So flash forward again >>

I'm traversing through a shattered world with a companion trying to reach a destination to stop everything that has been happening. Around us, the world is in terror. Everything is a mess. People are few and far. There are 3 Tornado's in the distance. One of them is huge and though they are far, they don't seem so by their size. I remember screaming and begging my friend to turn the other direction because I cannot handle my fear of the Tornado's.

There is so much more but it's all too scrambled. I don't know what to make of his.

I don't remember a whole portion but now I'm walking through a ruined earth with a friend trying to find answers.

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

It started off in my old bedroom; it was very dark throughout the room, and no light was pouring in through the windows to aid my vision. I was sitting on my double-size bed, and then I suddenly fell backwards into a dark void. It was pitch black and I could hear faint humming, but I couldn't discern what it was coming from. I was floating up and down for a long time, and looking at myself from a third person perspective. I also saw my bedroom, and taking up almost a quarter of the room, mostly on top of the bed, was the void. It was dark and floating like a cloud of smoke.

My perspective changed back to first person, and I was hailed by a voice. "You're going to do as I say, or else you'll stay here forever. Do you accept?" I nodded, "yes".

I was back in my room in that instant, sitting on my bed again. There was a shadow, almost in the shape of a child, on another double bed in front of me. I looked at it, squinting a bit. "You're going to harvest some things for me," it told me. The voice was almost like one a little girl would have.

I then found myself along the side of a stucco house, surrounded by large pine trees. There was a lot of real-looking snow on the ground, but it wasn't cold even though I was kneeling down in it. I was with another person, also being told what to do by the shadow. He was slightly older than me, and was wearing a hoodie and dark blue jeans. We were both sitting in front of a tiny tree with blue Christmas baubles hanging from it. I held out my finger and a spark of blue light came from it, traveling in a straight line. It hit one of the baubles and it started glowing, changing shape. When the glow vanished, it was in the shape of a small steel ring. I took it and pocketed it immediately. We spent the next few minutes of the dream doing this.

Then, I was back at the house, in my bedroom. The shadow looked like it was holding out its hand, so I handed it the rings, but they dropped right through it and onto the bed. "You idiot," it told me angrily. "You don't have as many as I asked for."

I became aware that I was dreaming, but not enough to change the plot, control the shadow, or do pretty much anything. I failed to control my anger at the shadow so I began to speak even though I felt it would put me back in the void. I had to try. "Listen," I said to it, "I don't know what you are. But you're a horrible creature that instead of going out there and doing things yourself, makes other people with lives do them! I should put you in a void, see how you like it.

I almost thought I could hear sniffling, but the shadow didn't move or shift. "Sorry," it said softly, and vanished.

Ohhh great my original Dream journal got trashed. I cant post on it any more.

black=non-lucid
Green=Lucid
June 2nd 2009: Conditions ate small chocolates 1 hour before hand, attempted: WILD=fail because of a disturbance in my process, dark atmosphere, little backround noise, performed reality checks:repeating 5 times for each one.

I dreamed that I was at a neighbors house and I was watching over it with my brother, we sat on a green blue couch, and looked at a tv that was turned off. I told my brother to put in mortal kombat into the gamecube. as i said this i walked to the bathroom, then back, didnt look at the TV then walked the other way to a change in scene which was a field i walked on a path to my mom and the persons house we were watching, my house was behind them, My Mom told me that American Idol Awaits you(note: no one in my family watches American Idol.) Then my Dream went on to the next phase, I was in a Gears of War level, a mix of clocktower and Jacinto, and the COG and locust were performing glitches in which they grew wings and levitated after one point I said this is getting annoying "WAKE UP!" I had woke myself up and realized just then that I could have been lucid all that time! but i didnt do anything! Oh well maybe next time

June 3rd 2009

conditions: quiet, dark, motivated.

I attemped a WILD failed because i went to bed late and had messed up my first try. so i fell asleep..... I began in a desert/beach/urban area(hard to describe because of all that surronded me) i technically was lucid i had control of movement but my mind was treating this as if it were real life...so all i did was walk around for a little then I saw my friends car along the side of the road I called him up and started driving into a way more urban/populous area, and later night draped over without me noticing, he called and his mom and him wanted to get back in so i stoped where i started picked them up and hopped into the back seat then soon enough i woke up. im so close to getting my control. just need more concentration/sleep?

June 8th 2009:

Conditions: to bed late, tired, WILD attempt (fail decided to get to sleep), few RCs during the day dealing with Shifts RC experiment with all the 0's

Dream: I was claiming to myself I was at my house all though the house I was at had a squiggle form and was two stories high. I was outside it was raining very hard and there was a computer inside, i ignored that and went towards a computer and table further outside (in the back there is forest) before i move the rain (yes it was raining) starts pouring down harder and i head towards the computer which is off. and soon as i near it, three wolves appear to the left side of the computer and table 2 being normal one being a white wolf with red markings(its my friends avatar) the wolf bites onto both my wrists and plans to take me away, but as soon as that wolf bit I felt no pain... I BECAME LUCID and as i realized what had happened I kicked the wolf with my right foot as hard as I could. and i woke up finishing off the rest of my kick and shouting..... I just had my first lucid nightmare.....interesting

June 9th 2009:

conditions: quiet, tired, attempting WILD late at night(gave up)

Dream: I was at some gathering with friends and family and obama and some of his family were in our group and talking with us. seemed a little normal so i did not become lucid.

June 12 2009: no attempts

dreamed i was underground and there was battles going on where i was amongst natives and at the end a godess came down and stopped the fighting immediately.

August 5 2010: lazy attempt at a WILD.

I dreamed that I was in a room with my friends josh and lou they were sitting on an L shape couch taking up most the room. we were on what appeared to be a slightly fluffy carpet that was white. there was also a glass and wood counter in front of me. I randomly got a message on my phone and instead of it showing a view from my eyes distance it showed a video I had received but magnified so it was like I was there. The video took place in a ballroom the first noticiable figure was Liz Gorey a girl I dont know really ( I dont even like her) she lifts up her normal grey t-shirt at a moderate speed and flashes the camera. then the camera moves right and shows other DCs I do not find familiar so I look away and go back to where I was with my friends. then out of curiousity at all that just happened I want to see if im dreaming so I look at my phone but the dream begins fading and i eventually wake up.

This is a sort of recurring dream that I have. The subjects are different, but the theme is always betrayal. I attribute this to the fact that my ex-wife was cheating on me for at least a year before I finally had enough and left her.

I am in a hotel or dorm or some mass housing complex in an apartment that is supposed to be mine but I don't live in an apartment. It has several rooms and all them are painted white. I am living with my girlfriend (one from over 20 years ago) and she is hanging out with my best friend a little too much. As the dream progresses, I find them getting closer. I try to put a stop to it, but I cannot. They continue through the dream to get closer. Everytime I am looking for her (which seems to be all the dream is about), I find her with my friend. Finally, I start to get enraged. I through things around, fight with him, and her. I punch him, but he doesn't seem to care. I push her hard onto a bed, and immediately feel guilty. You're not supposed to strike a woman. I start to cry. I can't fix this. I feel lost and lonely. Dream fades.

I am on the ground picking up quarters that someone has dropped. There are hundreds of them. People are walking past me looking at me. I feel like I'm doing something bad, but I continue. I find a Silver Dollar, and pick that up. Dream fades..

Conditions:
Fell asleep: 1:00am
2400 mg of Omega 3 Fish Oil before bed
Lots of food before bed

COMMENT LUCID NON LUCID DREAM SIGN

26.04.2010

"Help me out here" (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I WILDed by accident this morning. Well, once I noticed I was heading into sleep paralysis I went for it, but it wasn't my original intention! I've heard scary reports of hallucinatory/SP/dreams involving a figure standing over the bed menacingly, but have been pretty lucky so far- having never had it happen to me. Today that changed... yaayy...

I was lying on my back (which is easy-street for lucidity if the conditions are right), with my head leaning to the right. When I felt sleep paralysis come along, my eyes did something funny. My attention was focused directly in front of me, but it felt like my eyes were moving from side to side. I could feel them underneath my eyelids- but couldn't feel the muscles working to move my eyes. Might just have been a hallucination. Anyway, I thought I'd failed my attempt when I "woke up". I had a glance round my room and looked at the painting of a cow which is usually opposite my bed. It had become warped and distorted- a bit like a shape was coming out of the picture. I assumed I was dreaming and slid out of bed. I jumped down all the stairs in one go, saying,
"Nice, fully lucid!" I headed straight out the front door and out onto the street. The street was totally different to what I was expecting. There were tall, thick trees on either side of the road, and a big red London bus was passing by. I ran alongside it, planning to cling to the side and hitch a ride, but it fell over out of the blue. It wasn't a massive crash or anything, it just went over onto its side. I was puzzled, and put it back on its wheels just by thinking it. I seemed to have very good direct control here. That could have been the reason why I got a reset-style false awakening.

I turned my head, thinking I'd woken up. Then I glanced up in the direction of the painting. In front of it was a monster. I can't remember whether it even had a body, I was so focused on the head. The head was green and black, made up of the green of the grass and black of the cow from the painting. The colours were mashed together to create a hideous visage and evil expression- and it was glaring right at me. For a second I just froze with fear. It was so incredibly real. It was like it was actually in my room. I shut my eyes and had another FA.


This really doesn't do it justice at all. Add several degrees of scariness and a bit of masculinity to this one.

There it was again. My heart started thumping as soon as I realised it was still there. I tried my absolute hardest to get out of bed, but it was like all my muscles only half worked. My back barely did at all- making it very hard to sit up. I had an idea. I raised my arm to the monster and said,
"Wanna help me out here mate?" Its head moved slightly, seemingly considering my request. Then it took my hand. Its arms looked like they were made of a pale white plastic, but its hand felt human, if a bit clammy. It pulled me out of the bed and I tried to stand. Unsuccessfully. I fell onto the floor. Looking up, I saw my girlfriend had mysteriously appeared. I was about to have semi-paralysed sex with her but I had yet another false awakening.

By now I was getting used to the monster's face, so I looked round ready for it. He had a new trick up his sleeve this time though. The face of a snarling dog now accompanied him, and they were both a lot closer than before. Scared as I was, I asked him for help once more, and he obliged. For some reason, he started to remind me of my friend Hugh. This time I could stand a bit better, which improved even more when I took a few steps whilst rubbing my hands. I looked around my room, which had grown to about three times its normal size. My friend Mark was brushing the floor. I had the idea to try the advanced task of the month- "stand on your head"- literally with your head under your foot.
"All right Mark," I said. "Decapitate me."
"Uh... how?" he asked.
"Ehh... use the brush maybe? Or smash that clock in half and use it as a blade." I pointed at a big glass clock on my wall which I binned in real life years ago. I tried to walk over to Mark, but kept getting pulled back towards my bed by an invisible force. It was really frustrating, and through fighting it too hard, I woke up.

19.04.2010

Bad Zombies (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've always been of the opinion that any dream about zombies is awesome, but this one was scary! This occurred in the middle of the night, which is quite rare as my DILDs go, so my memory of it is terrible. I can basically just remember that it happened.

I was flying on a hanglider through a city. I weaved through skyscrapers, trying to stay in the air at all costs. Why? Because every square inch of the ground below was covered in bloodthirsty mutant zombies. It was a terrible, gory sight. Some zombies had grown into grotesque, tentacled abomnations, and they were all piled on top of each other in the street, there were so many of them. I was descending, much to my dismay, towards the horde. So I set my sights on a mid-sized skyscraper that I reckoned I could still make it onto the roof of. It was just ten or so metres beyond the reach of the monsters below. I landed and let go of the hanglider, which floated over the opposite edge. Now I was trapped, and becoming fearful. Out of nowhere, I reassured myself.
"Don't worry, it's just a dream," I thought. It was a revelation, to say the least, but I still felt like I was in a horror movie. I knew I shouldn't be scared, but I was surrounded by such an overwhelming mass of monsters that I still felt kind of powerless. I couldn't drown out their roaring. "But this isn't even real!" I said, out loud this time. I looked at my hands, two extra fingers. Rather than stay within the bounds of the dream plot, I tried to initiate a complete change of direction. Trying not to think about the beasts below, I turned and walked across the roof of the building. There was a door leading downstairs. I assumed if I opened it, I would be in a mundane but comparitively harmless office. I strode confidently over and turned the handle. No sooner had the door opened a crack, several thick slimy tentacles burst out. The zombies roared louder.
"Fuck this," I said, scowling. I woke myself up.

This is actually a dream i had a few weeks ago, but decided to write it down becuase i found this dream transcription hiding in a random folder on my computer. I was in my kia, and got in some kind of accident. I was putting the car in reverse and the gear wasn’t catching and then all of a sudden the car slid over, sideways, really fast and hit another car. The people got out of the car and there were two girls in the back. One was acting mentally retarded, presumably from the accident. She didn’t look physically hurt, she was just making stupid faces and acting strange, and i felt terrible because i felt responsible. The parents were freakin out. They wanted me to call the ambulance. For some reason I didn’t do it, because I was afraid I would get in trouble I guess. That’s how I felt the whole dream, like I was trying to get out of trouble, and also a deep feeling of shame. Then later, I’m at a semi formal party, with jesse h, we had been going there and the girls and her mom were there and they were looking at us the whole time. Occasionally they talked to other people, I suspected they were telling them how I messed up their daughter. Then all of a sudden this guy comes out of nowhere, running quckly towards me, then jumps in midair and punches me in the face. It was extremely painful. He beat me mercilessly. I tried to get away. Put up a pathetic fight. I vomited in the dream and he continued to beat me. FInally at the worst of the beating, he's standing over me, kicking me and cursing at me for fucking up his daughter. My upper jawline came out of place and my teeth were sticking out strangely. Everyone was staring. I felt humiliated and ashamed. I could feel the punches. I actually felt nauseous. Then abruptly he left and took his family with him. I pulled myself together, but was embarrassed. Other people came to talk to me. Told me that it was wrong of me to not have called the ambulance and to have hit their car. I asked one person to testify for me in court. His first name was argo. Assumed he was Italian. He said that he felt uncomfortable testifying in court because the guy who hit me was actually his friend and apparently a really good guy, even though he personally thought that the guy who beat me was overreacting.
= END OF DREAM;

I woke up. Next morning I went into the kitchen and saw a bunch of canned foods on the counter. There was a can of green beans on the counter and the brand name was “ARGO” in big bold letters. I do not recall ever having paid attention to the cans and can't recall having heard of the brand name. however, i immediately recognized the name from when i was in my dream and then felt compelled to write it down before i forgot.

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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

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:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

02.08.2010

End of The World (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was a hot day, the sun seemed larger and bright red. People were wearing their tiniest sets of clothes. I was in 5 stars hotel with my friend Don and with Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy) who I had just met at the hotel. We agreed to go to the pool, but first Tom had to get his towel in his room. We entered his room and while he searched for his towel, me and Don were talking about sports, and I asked him if we was going to join the wrestling team again next year (we met in the wrestling team IRL). After Tom found his towel, we started walking towards the pool. We saw, through a window, a huge explotion far away. Someone then turned on a radio and we hear the terrible screams coming from it "A huge chaotic wave of heat is spreading all over the world, destroying everything on its way". I turn pale, "This can't be happening" is the first thing I think. "It must be a joke, like War of the Worlds", but panic invaded me, everyone was panicking, screaming, unsure of what to do, what to say. I look through the window and I see a chain of explosions moving closer every second. It was just matters of seconds before it reached us. Then I felt an intense heat, and everything went white. I felt pain, heat, and cold, but the worst thing were the screams, which were still in my head, the most horrible screams I had ever heard in my life. Three things came to my mind:
1) So, this is how I die after all.
2) Stupid scientists, they really were off when they calculated the sun wouldn't turn into a red giant in about 5 billion years...
3) How am I still thinking? Is there life after or death.. or am I about to wake up.

This one has been the scariest dream I've ever had, not because of death itself, I've had lucid nightmares in which I kill myself, but it was just so real it was hard to accept the World would end... so soon?, that I would never see my girl friend, or my family again. It was a very strange experience once I was 'dead', in the white void after the heat wave reached me. The fact that I was alive, but could still think seemed really odd, yet interesting. Right after I considered the possibility of this being a dream, I woke up, my heart beating as if I had just ran a marathon.

So it even has a backstory. A kid was drowned in some bay by a supposed CIA agent and all the history about the kid has been removed. I and some other guys talk with some sailor dude and he exclaims that the "CIA can do anything".
The dream ports me back to some kind of burgershot like restaurant where i am teaching martial arts (most likely, karate). Also, everyone is in the backroom where the actual burgers are made. Near the end somebody asks me "Where do you work?" and i remember saying that i work in some hot dog restaurant. Everyone takes it as a joke.
Now supposedly night has came, me and some of my schoolmates are remaining in the backroom. We see that there are a few uneaten hamburgers left and attempt to eat them. They are way too salty and no one is able to finish them, so we throw them into the trash can.
Suddenly, i have a feeling of danger burst in me (i'd assume everyone else has it too, since they act like me). I take a look out of the backroom (for the first time) and it seems I'm in some skyscraper-like building and the backroom being the only room of our "burgershot". We see some shadow moving towards us (it's dark in the corridors, they dimly lighted tho) and dash towards a lift.
Now this is the craziest lift i have ever seen. It's around the size of a pretty big room, it has paintings, a sofa, pillows and a few cushions. We start moving downwards (we didn't need to press a button) and bright white light starts flashing from behind the door. It doesn't stop and we see a few shadows moving from behind the door (i'd assume, humans). The lift stops. The doors open and all they reveal is a picture of the skyscraper.
The feeling of danger gets even stronger. But others seem to be unable to feel it. They feel sleepy and decide they'll stay here until they wake up. Before i realize what to do, a guy dashes through the picture and ends up jumping out of the skyscraper's first floor window. He lands on some kind of roof (the ones above doors), without any injury. Like 20 meters away from the building there is someone standing. I somehow realize he's someone from CIA. While i'm watching him, he pulls out a gun and fires at the jumpers arm leaving him heavily injured. The CIA agent laughs and enters the building. I jump out the same second.
As I land, the other guy decides to make a run for it. When I land, I jump off the roof and start dashing towards him but before I reach him, the same CIA agent captures him and starts pulling the guy towards the building.
Only now i notice that this skyscraper is build in the middle of a dead forest. Trees have no leaves, they look burnt and weak. There are also some fences with no practical use. They're extremely short (about a few meters in length) and the fence itself is made from slate which is about 2-3 meters in height. I continue running through the forest and as I reach one of the fences i hear the CIA agent talking. He seems to be talking to 2 girls (who look incredibly similar to the ones i left at the building). I seem cornered to the fence. The CIA agent laughs and throws a gun towards me. I decide not to catch it. The agent and the girls are amused by the sighting. I turn my back and jump over the fence and continue my run for it.
The dream ports me near some cinema/cafeteria high in the mountains. I get in the building and notice that it has a lot of people in it. But not only it has a cinema and a cafeteria in it, but also living spots, a gym, studying spots. I enter the cafeteria. It's built like a balcony and has a great panoramic view upon the ground below. It somehow struck me that this is slightly above the place where the kid was drowned. Sudden depression hits me and I want to suicide by jumping out of the balcony. I manage to not do that (would be a bad idea, probably) and I exit the cafeteria. In the corridor I notice 3 of my schoolmates. I feel endangered. They pull out guns that look like desert eagles. I run towards the gym but as I reach it a guy with a broom says
"Is he even allowed here?"
A lot of people turn to look at me. Then my schoolmates run in. Someone tells them put away those weapons. He keeps repeating it until one of them does it. The others concede too.

In the aftermath I remember staying in the same cinema/cafeteria/whatever and talking to one of the 3 schoolmates that were supposed to kill me.

It only now struck me that the cafeteria/cinema/whatever could possibly be a last resort for people being chased by CIA or whatnot.

So I went to bed a few hours ago and decided to try a little bit of the MILD technique before I went to sleep. Basically I repeated "The next time I dream, I will perform a reality check, and realize I'm dreaming."

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of giant maze with a bunch of random people who were randomly transported there. We were all running like mad back and forth. The maze wasn't one level. It was multi level. There was the main level which was gigantic, like a closed of basketball court, and covered in a padded like substance. At one end of this padded level, about a hundred feet in the air, was this tower looking area with a slit for a door.

Anyways. Suddenly we're all running around like a race had just started. I notice that, as we're running around, some people are wearing all white and some people are wearing red and white clothing. Sort of like the Assassins Creed outfit. At some point in the dream I realize I'm supposed to chase down and try and save the people that are wearing both red and white and to try and be with them because the groups of straight white are chasing us down and capturing us and doing, I'm not sure what. But every time anyone gets caught they start screaming, terrified. I remember thinking: "What kind of God or gods would make us follow one thing and then make us suffer for it?"

At this point I almost become just a pair of eyes with no arms/legs and simply watch as things unfold. I remember this one man running up to a high level and seeing three different options to continue running. It's dark up here and he sees a flash of red and white so he knows to run that way but then he sees flashes of JUST white and knows that he's been cornered. In "my" head or the narrators head I remember narrating his final actions: 'And knowing full well it would be his last desperate moments the man sprinted head on towards what he believed.' And sure enough: my narration was right. He get's tackled and I'm whisked away somewhere else.

I think I'm "me" now in the dream. I'm running up and down more of these padded stairs. I see this woman running screaming and across some sort of opening I see a man wearing white and red face paint, very vividly. I feel like I should follow that person. He feels important. So I start chasing after him and I'm running up stairs to keep up and another guy is with me running, he's on my team. We reach a point where the stairs don't go any further so we turn to run back but take a different way. I yell, "This way is no good!" and sure enough, it isn't. We near a part where it looks like the stairs are OK but in fact, at a different angle, they are all broken except for one. We turn back and run again.

And then I must roll in my sleep or something because suddenly I'm at the bottom again and there are a bunch of boxes, about 8 feet tall, that look like giant pillows set all over the bottom floor. The lights are bright and I feel like a ton of people are there again. At the middle of the room is a guy that looks like Drew Brees, a football player, and he is being interviewed by some guy with a mic. He says: "I'm not going to do anything crazy. If I could: I'd like to hit in an NL ballpark." Or something to that affect. He's talking about some sort of baseball competition he's going to have, with just himself, to show off. I then woke up and my heart was racing and my first thought is: It's kinda funny I had two dream fragments but both of them deal with "teams". Hm... back to bed. It's still only 3:22. Will edit with more dreams.

For some reason I start dreaming and I'm running the "fast break" in basketball and I do a behind the back pass to another kid with curly hair and freckles. He doesn't seen the layup coming and it goes outta bounds. I run over to him after the play ends (and suddenly we're in a cafeteria) and introduce myself. I tell him that I didn't know his name or else I woulda warned him about the pass so he coulda got it. And then suddenly my dream warps into this next one. I'm not going to post much about this fragment as it was super jagged and weird: I was Bart Simpson, or a look a like, and I was running around all over this school wreaking havoc. I would make things blow up or hide things or make mean people get in trouble. And I was constantly getting chased again. My " final moment" in this dream was when I decided to do a suicide mission. I made something blow up and then I tried running away But the explosion caught me as I was running and launched me backwards. And suddenly that dream bled into the next one.

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of sitcom where I would stage situations to make me look like a hero in order to pick up chicks. I pretended to save Emily Mortimers daughters life (she seemed to live in the same apartment complex as me) and later that I day I made myself "happen" to walk by and she invited me in to chat. She had just broken up with her boyfriend/husband (played by a guy I know, Matthew D) and everything was really tense. But anyways we get to making small talk, which I can't remember, and it seems like she's liking me when suddenly her brother (or a close friend of Matthews) comes over and sits down on the couch while she's in the kitchen. I can tell he's pissed I'm there but I act polite and say "Hey, what's up." He says not too much and is mostly polite back. I don't remember what happens next but suddenly he snaps at me. I get mad at him and almost drop an "f bomb" which he starts to grin and say: "Oh yeah? An f bomb? That's not her style at all." And I get even more angry but I hold it in and mutter that he's the kinda guy that sits at the top of the movie theatre so he can look down on everyone. He goes "So I'm some kinda class racist eh?" and starts laughing at me. Emily walks back into the room and says: "I don't need this!" and then next thing I know the brother/Matthews friend is kicked out. And then suddenly we're in a different POV, almost like a sitcom opening, where I'm following three similar looking brothers. One brother is played by the guy from Cloverfield, the main character, and then two guys that look kinda like him. And they're walking up some sorta steps to the top of the apartment building. It's sunny and it looks kinda like California. As they walk up the steps some music is playing and scenes of guys telling girls to "go to roof 7" occurs. Apparently, in this dream sitcom, when you don't want to get with a girl you tell her to go wait at roof 7. And then one of these guys shows up and "sweeps her off her feet" for a one night stand. Anyways. These three guys make it to the top of the apartment building "rooftop 7" and look around. It's all concrete with a few potted trees and benches. There are two groups of people: all guys. The brothers seem super dissappointed and then one brother mentions Emily living in the apartment and how he's going to try and get with her. At this point I realize that I am the main character (the guy from Cloverfield) and for some reason I don't say anything back. My "brother" says "it's gonna be awesome. Gettin' the second girl this week that you been with, haha" implying that they'll enjoy being with him more. And that's pretty much it for that dream. I DO remember that the one brother had one giant tooth instead of regular sized front teeth. Teeth getting messed up seems to be a theme in my dreams.

And my fifth dream in one night: I remember standing around in a parking lot with a buddy of mine, Austin. He had come driving up from somewhere. And anyways in the back of his van was a bunch of music equipment. So he comes flying across the street to where I'm hanging out at and pulls around and parks and pops his trunk. I'm super worried he forgot something we'll need but I keep finding out that he has everything. I remember, from across the street, watching him running holding my amp head with one hand and the thing dangling around like it was going to fall. It was sorta funny. So we start jamming out and I keep all of the equipment underneath the door of his trunk because I'm afraid of rain. And then we invite my friend Chris to come play with us and he shows up, too, from across the street. From there forward it gets pretty hazy. He mentions how his class gave him the day off or something but he's thinking of going back anyways. Somebody makes a joke where the punchline is "I wouldn't even show you my penis online." And that's pretty much it.

So, wow. The MILD technique really does work. No Lucids but 5 completely separate and memorable dreams. I'm going to keep this up.