nightmare

04.03.2010

Bug Hunt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing the new Aliens vs Predator game the other day, no doubt that was the cause of this dream.

I was a marine, hunting Xenomorphs in an estate near my house. It was night time, and no streetlights were working. All I had for light was a torch attached to the end of my rifle. Every now and again I would catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye, or a reflective glint of light bouncing off a shiny alien head, but I never got a clear shot at one of them. I was getting quite panicky, and using up a lot of ammo, hitting nothing. I eventually got to my last clip when I arrived at the top of a dark lane which I knew to be dodgy in normal circumstances, never mind when there were aliens about. I made my way down the lane. There were wire fences on either side of me, and behind the fence to my right was a hedge wall. I could hear scuttling and hissing coming from the other side of it. I attained some low level lucidity here. I recognised that it was just a dream, but only really enough to allay my fears of getting chomped on by an alien's mouth-within-its-mouth. Then I saw one clearly for the first time. It came into view just a few metres in front of me. I squeezed the trigger and let off the last of my ammo into its oversized head. It cracked like an eggshell, and I was careful to avoid the spray of its acidic blood. I threw down my empty gun just as another alien hopped over the fence from my left. I notice that I sometimes have great dream control with only minor lucidity. This was one of those times. I discovered that I could shoot fire out the end of my hands if I held them out flat and aimed at a target. I knew from playing the AvP game that the aliens hated fire, and I thought it was quite handy that I should manifest this ability at that moment.



I went on for a while, chargrilling aliens as I walked down the lane. They properly sizzled. When I was near the bottom, I heard a commotion from my right. I paused to investigate, and saw that several aliens had made a hole in the hedge and were trying to pull down the fence to get at me. I was in a "bring it on" kind of mood, so I just let them. The fence fell to reveal an open field beyond. I ran out into the middle, and was instantly surrounded by variations of the alien. One particularly unusual form looked a lot like a millipede. I woke up as they overwhelmed me!

I'm in some sort of body of water. I fight four people to get to a ledge and lose. I drown.




Scariest dream ever.

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically placed people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is wrapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.

I am in a hotel room with some friends from high-school. We all at first greet one another and sit around the nice bar in the hotel room. We then decide we are hungry and head down to the cafeteria. All of a sudden, I am wearing a green sleeveless water suit. I see a lot of people in the cafeteria eying me because of the odd outfit, but I shrug it off. I continue to walk around the cafeteria and find some girls from my high-school, and one of them begs be to meet their dad. So, I follow them and proceed to meet up with their dad. Dream is a bit fuzzy after that...

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This blonde haired guy is driving me to his house somewhere in the suburbs, and now that I think of it, the man looked a lot like Keith Barry (the magician/mentalist). He took me to his house and I was forced to follow him around, I forget exactly what he was trying to train me to do.

Fast-forward: I am going back to Keith Barry's house, however I am rollerblading for some reason and it is poring rain outside on the way there. Keith then meets me outside of his house and urges me to get in his car. Dream ends.

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Warning: can be considered to be disturbing

I am traveling with a bunch of family members, friends, and famous people to a vacation spot on the beach to relax and have fun. We are all taking these white vans. When we get to our destination, however, it is far from any beach, and North Korean officers (at least it seemed like North Korean) snatched us by our hands and bound us so we couldn't struggle. We are forced up a hill, and on top of the hill, they force all of us to go through torturous exercises. While changing exercises, I remember glancing over at medicine bottles and gold bond on a rack in the middle of the hill we were forced to perform torturous exercises. On the bottles, I was trying to make out the date of them for some reason, but they seemed too far away. I glimpsed at what looked like an 8 on one of them, so I concluded it was the 8th (of whatever). At the end of the torture, the placed me bound on my knees with a gun pointed at my head. They then asked me what the date was on the medicine in the middle of the hill, and if I got it wrong I would be killed.

"It's the 8th!" I said, as I felt an unnatural sweat covering my body like a film.

"let him go," One of the officers said, as he tossed me to another officer. He then escorted me down the hell to meet up with a bunch more people who had passed the same test apparently after going through the torture. I asked one of them when we are leaving.

"You think we are getting out of here soon? Where are the vans?" I said desperately.

"Hah!" One of the DCs said, "You think we are leaving? They are going to keep us here and control us forever."

The white vans came back, and the officers filed us into the vans (those of us that were alive still), and drove us somewhere remote that we had no idea about. The question about where we were going was answered soon enough however, as we stepped out of the van we entered the property of a perfectly circular island, With a bunch of buildings in the center that were enormous. On the border of the circular island were millions of beds, and roofs over top of them like awnings. We were escorted into the middle of the island where the gigantic buildings were, and were sent to our hotel rooms in them. The men escorting us were unnaturally large, like the size of the hulk in the movie. These men were kind of weird looking.

I met my parents in my hotel room I was assigned to, and there were cameras and bugs everywhere in the hotel room. I talked with them about how this must be a concentration camp in North Korea or something, and that the hotel room we were assigned to was actually extremely nice.

Fast-forward: It is night time, and I am sleeping on one of the beds around the outer edge of the island. All of a sudden Tara, from True Blood, sits and lays down two beds beside me. She has blood all over, as well as patched up wounds on her arms and legs I could see. I ask a guy beside me about what happened to her, and he explained that the officers had Tara in "custody" all day, and that she was most likely beaten and raped for a long time. Poor girl, I thought to myself, as I examined her beautiful body that was littered with patched up wounds and blood. I continue to lay there for a while trying to play on my phone, but the phone keeps messing up, so I abandoned the idea.

All of a sudden I hear 2 officers coming into the area where the beds were, screaming in a language I did not understand. They went up to Tara, and yelled in her face for a long time, and Tara returned the favor and was screaming at them as well. Eventually the language turned into English, and the North Korean officers said to her "Now your really going to pay."

Tara starts screaming "NO! NOOO!" as she starts to weep again, and the officers reappear with a chair that resembled what looked like a chair to completely constrain someone so they could not move at all. Although she struggled, the officers subdued her in the chair and strapped her down. They gathered a bunch of tools that looked extremely evil in nature, such as large pliers, needles, tweezers, and a screwdriver. I couldn't bare to watch so I got up and put my back to it as I leaned against a ledge that was separating the walkway from the area of beds. The guy I talked to a little earlier had joined me on the ledge. As I over-heard Tara's shrieks of pain, I couldn't even think of what they were doing to her in that chair... it made me sick. It made me so sick I began crying in me dream. I had one hand on the ledge I was leaning against while the other covered my tears rolling down my face.

"If I could only shift into a wolf right now like I do in my dreams, these fuckers would really pay," I actually thought to myself, which is quite ironic. Little did I know I WAS dreaming (fail).

I then asked the buddy next to me what he thought about it. He then proceeded to tell me that they are most likely going to strip some of her fingernails and toenails off. This made me weep a little more as I continued to hear the sounds of Tara screaming in agony. After a while, the screaming ceased, and me and the buddy next to me saw the two officers covered in blood, carrying the chair towards the buildings in the middle of the island. Then they had disappeared. I knew Tara would need some consoling, so I ran up to her bed and sat next to her.

I opened up my arms offering to let her cry on my shoulder, and she took the offer generously. She came into my arms and pressed her eyes as hard as she could into my should and proceeded to cry excruciatingly loud. the tears and the loud crying made me ache, and I clutched her as hard as I could until the crying ceased a bit. She let go and laid next to me still half way in my arms. Then, all of a sudden she creeped her hands down my pants, and brought me in close to kiss her. It didn't feel right to go from such excruciating pain to being sexual, so I told her to relax. I definitely was not in that mood at the time.

"But I want it! Please!" she begged.

"Tara I can't, just relax," I said with concern, and continued to lay there.

Fast-forward: A person appears on the balcony of one of the tall buildings in the center that was close to the beds we were laying in. It was morning, and we all stood up to see what the hell was going on. A large lady was on the balcony with a microphone or a megaphone, one of them. She proceeded to tell us we must say everything that she says. Then, she started chanting words, and the crowd at the bed level would follow. I knew I had to do what they said now, especially after what I saw they did with Tara the night before. I joined in.

The thought of turning into a wolf like in my dreams creeped into my head once again, however, I did not think to do a reality check (another fail). One of the hulk looking men came up to me and started a conversation with me after the morning's chant session we had with the large lady on the balcony.

"What's wrong (my name)?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking about something." That something was ripping apart the place with my large wolf jaws.

"What is it?" He asked again.

"Honestly it's nothing. I am a little hungry actually, so that may be it." I lied.

That's when I woke up, and actually recalled quite a bit of the nap's dream. Was extremely vivid, and was quite disturbing as well. Not to mention I had plenty of opportunities to RC (such as the medicine bottles, and shifting thoughts), but still failed.

I had a minor cut on my head or neck. I was bleeding a lot. I was washing. The blood was running over me. Jokingly I was reminded of vampire girl bs Frankenstein girl. I looked in the mirror and made a scary face. But my features actually changed and my teeth became pointed. It scared me but I tried to laugh it off.

I have had many lucid dreams and out of body experiences. I've been shot and pregnant. I've felt a kiss before and I learned how to fly. When I felt uncomfortable, I would always wake up.

Except a few days ago, I was dreaming that a man stumbled into his bathroom and was breathing really bad. I was watching him suffocate and he leaned over the toilet. All of a sudden, I felt a tightness in my chest and then I couldn't breathe. My eyes were open but at the same time they weren't and all I was seeing was black.

It felt like someone was suffocating me and I tried to wake up but I couldn't and at the last minute, I woke up and I literally couldn't breathe.

Now, every time I have a really bad lucid dream, I can't wake up from it when I want to.

I was in a class building, and I was late. I'm wasn't sure where I as going though. I looked it up on my schedule and found that it was almost 2:00. I had less than five minutes to get to class. I also had an appointment at the university health center across campus at 2:00.
I had another one, but I forgot it as I was writing this one. I've tried writing them on paper, but nothing really helps.

I ran down the stairs. I was didn't run down the stairs normally though. I ran straight out than floated down. I ran there and there was also someone else late. We could see it from outside, but it looked different when we got inside. It was a very large store inside. The other girl's jaw dropped. I grabbed her hand and dragged her through the store. I stopped at this rack of kids shirts. It had one of text per shirt. As I went through them, I saw that it was a story that took place in the ocean. I stopped when I saw a dolphin one. I said it was my little sister's favorite. (It is in real life too.)

Then, I turned around to go forward again. I blinked, and I was in the waiting room with the other girl. I forgot what I was there for, so I told the receptionist that I was there for a headache that I'd had for most of the month. The over the counter pain stuff was no longer working. (I've had headaches most days since I was about 12 years old.)

Me, my sister, and five of so of my closest friends were on some sort of road trip by bus and we stopped to see some ancient ruins. One of them made me lose the game while we were in the field outside the ruins which was swarming with fireflies. When I finally went in, I knew something was wrong. I got the sort of sinking feeling that comes with opening a Pandora's Box. Something shocked me in the neck almost like a tazer and the next thing I knew I was running through a tunnel which eventually blended into a hallway in my house. Once I got to my house my memory blacked out. The next thing I remember was calmly putting away some things in the bathroom like soap and toilet paper. When I close the bathroom closet I'm hit with a crippling pain in the back of my head which knocks me to the ground face first. Then I feel a different kind of pain, like someone's grabbing me by the back of the head, and then I float into the next room hanging from an invisible hand still gripping my head. In the next room I see a women who I instinctively know is possessed by the evil horror I unleashed in the ruins and that I was running from. She's holding her hand up like Vader when choking someone with his mind (presumably she's the force holding me in the air).

I know I'll never forget this dream because even after waking up the crippling pain was still very tangible.

A number of circumstances have affected my recall and ability to post for the past week. But in any case:

1. A weird alternating dream; it began with scenes from an imagined Star Wars Family Guy. I remember a particular scene where Lois, toting a rifle, swung it about the cantina saying in a cutesy voice "Who's the murderer?" However, whenever a lightsaber cut was made, it seemed to cut through the animation. Through the hole would enter tentacles, as if from a Lovecraftian horror. It was like an oozing fungus, and as it consumed and grew I became physically ill. This change of scenes happened a couple of times before I woke up, breathing heavily.

2. In my grade school cafeteria, I'm playing blackjack. The cards aren't falling my way, and so I leave and go upstairs. I find myself upon opening a door in my own room. Soon V and J enter; V has a new haircut, but all the two can talk about is my own egregious bed head.

3. A huge earthquake breaks apart the continents, leaving much technology preserved but social and political lines in chaos.

4. I run parkour-style through a massive prefab house facility, only to find my research group seated in the middle in an already-assembled house. They are nonplussed and continue to play poker.

I walk to class, it is quite nice outside. In order to get there I walked through a familiar kitchen, as well as some locker rooms. When I get the, my favorite professor is there. The class room was enormous, at least holding 20,000 people or more. In front of the class was a gigantic projector screen. The professor forced us to watch the most disturbing film I have ever imagined. Gray elephants with half their face ripped off, weird looking half human half something else crawling in the screen. I didn't remember most of it because I looked away most of the time, due to it's disturbing nature. After the film was over, two girls who were sitting next to me started to hit on me. One grabbed my "package" on the way out.

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I am on my way walking home from somewhere, through my old neighborhood I used to live. Snow is everywhere and it is extremely dark outside. Seems like I am walking long ways.

Well to start off my Dream journal for Lucid Dreams I should start of with my first non-Lucid that I recall for that month which is June...

Dream 1
6 June 2010
Sunday

I dreamt I was in a factory's parking lot, running from someone with a women who was attractive and had long Black curly hair. Next thing I knew we were fighting a bunch of bad guy gremlins who were working for the guy who was chasing us. These gremlins are like the ones in that move "Gremlins" ( I know surprise surprise right) . Then I saw a policeman who was old and slightly overweight who was assisting us in battling the gremlins. The cop shot the second in command of the bad guys. The second in command looked like your typical gangster but with short messy hair that was brown he also Looked dirty then out of no where someone shot the cop and he was down. The beautiful women who I was fighting alongside with was starting to search for the shooter of the cop. What I also noticed was that even the second in command was crouching like the gremlins and the Gremlins acted like gangsters as well. Then the leader came out of no where, he wore a long brown trench coat. Did I forget to mention that this battle was in my garage. We then were at the factory again when the leader appeared. Though now there millions of Brainwashed human workers and billions of gremlins to fight. The leader mocked us and said we were trapped like a typical villain would. He also said we can't leave forever ,we tried to fight our way out but like he said we can't leave so we couldn't leave.

The End

Dream signs: -Women who had long black hair
-Factory
-My Garage
-Policeman
-Cell phone ( there was a cell phone some where)
- My best Friend.

June 24-25, 2010.
I had a dream that I was inside my mother's house. I thin there was a guy and a girl in the bed in my brother's room. I went to do something, and then a few minutes later he was on our living room couch moaning, I think he was with a doctor. So I went and asked the girl what happened. This is what she said:

"I was laying at his feet. (And then she said something about a broken leg, like she rolled over it) Then he had fallen off of the balcony...and his arm had fallen off."

Then I woke up.

My little brother had died for an unknown cause. He came back to life as a demon, I think. My dad, and I'm not sure if the rest of us were there, but I was there too.

I would say to my little brother, "It's okay, it's okay." while backing up and crying. (I was really scared) His face would turn a deep dark red and he'd start running toward me. My dad stopped him somehow. He then disappeared or something, because he was all around us. This guy was there to help us out I think. There was fire everywhere. He had this contraption mind control thing, it almost looked like a toy. He pressed the button and fell to the ground. His head started shrinking.

I was gasping in horror. (What the toy thing did was transform you into a cat and leave your body there, almost like Avatar, except your a cat) I knew that Tom was out to get me, so I quickly pressed the button. I then felt my head shrinking, like a swirling sensation. My image went black, but I appeared as an orange shorthaired cat, and I could feel I had a tail. I think the other guy, which was a cat, told me to do something, but I can't remember what we did. I think I then woke up.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)

I am standing at the four way intersection that leads to the dead end street I grew up on. It is night time and must be spring or autumn beccause I am wearing my warm, blue zip-up sweater, jeans, and black baseball cap. The corner of the intersection I am standing appears as it did over ten years ago when one of my old neighbour's (Mrs. Jolleff) lived there, on a quarter acre of land, in a small white house surrounded by maple trees. Not long after she died her land was sold and redeveloped into a townhouse complex. Because the area looks different than it does today I immediately become lucid.

There is no one around and not much to do so I recall learning to fly and want to give it a try. I spread my arms out and bend my knees and jump into the air. At first I am afraid of being to heavy and not being able to defy gravity (problems with flying in dreams that I have had before) but remembering this is my dream I just think of myself as weightless and I am able to float about fourty feet in the air. I then leisurely glide over the houses and tree tops towards my parent's house. As I get closer I notice that the house I grew up in and some of the houses on either side seem to exist in a void of grey fog and some facades are different that they appear in waking life and indeed when I enter the fog the outside world disappears and while it is no longer visible I can sense that it is still there, though it seems far away. I cannot make the fog go away but I can make myself invisible and see through the walls of the houses with my dream control.

My partent's house is empty of people but all of the houses to the left of their's have many people living in them, all of them people I do not know as they are not the neighbours who lived there when I was a kid. The first house to the left is empty of people but by the boxes and furniture scattered around the floors I can tell that someone has just moved in. The next house is two storeys high and each level has been split into a seperate appartment. As I slowly fly towards that house I can see a blond woman looking out the window towards me talking on the phone, but I know she cannot see me as I previously made myself invisible. I plan to make no effort to control the thoughts or actions of any character I meet in the dream because I believe they are creations straight out of my subconscious and hope they might have something interesting to say and that I might learn about myself.

I fly up to the window where blond woman is talking on the phone and childishly revel in that fact that she can't see me by making faces at her. I then fly around to the back of the house and notice through a window a dark haired man and woman dressed in stylish business clothes preparing food on the second floor. I plan to eavesdrop on them next. I fly through the wall and listen in on the blond woman's conversation. She wearing jeans and a heavy light brown sweater and her hair is shoulder length. Her apartment is sparsley decorated with things that look secondhand or very simple and homey. I cannot remember what was said now but I do recall that I found her conversation terribly uninteresting and I let myself float down through the floor to where the dair haired man and woman are. Their appartment is furnished with much nicer stuff and their is a circular glass table with wine glasses and setting for two and it looks as if they are planning a romantic dinner.

The dark haired woman is wearing a white blouse, black skirt and black high heels and her hair is pulled back into a pony tail. The man seems to have disappeared into another room for a moment while the woman is washing and cutting green and red peppers by the sink. Despite the nice surroundings and stuff the woman has a miserable look on her face and seems very unhappy. I cannot read her mind to figure out why which I find very frustrating. The man reenters the kitchen from another room and he is wearing a white shirt with black buisness pants and black tie. The woman puts down her knife and turns around to embrace him but he grabs her by the wrists, spins her around and roughly pulls up her skirt and forces her to lean over the sink. After undoing his pants he starts having sex with her from behind and demands that she continue washing and cutting the peppers while in that position. She doesn't respond verbally but I can sense that she is even more upset then before and she struggles but is not strong enough to escape the man's grip. Even though I try, my dream control won't allow me to force the man to stop or let the woman escape.

I become kind of upset myself and start to dissociate, even start to think that I want the dream to end but I hear a phone ringing in another room and go towards it. The ringing stops before I get to the phone (in an office on the other side of the appartment) and I can see a red light flashing on the display to indicate that a message has been left. I pick up the phone because I want to listen to the message (hoping that this will be something important or interesting from my unconsious - and I want to forget about the rape happening in the kitchen that I cannot stop).

The phone has so many buttons and many of them have symbols that I have no idea what they mean. I am frustrated that the phone is super complicated and has so many extra buttons that seem to do nothing. The woman in the kitchen starts screaming and I drop the phone and fly as fast as I can out of there. I am very dissociated now and cannot end the dream even though I try.

The foggy void outside has gotten thicker and darker but I can see a row of SUVs in the distance, some of which of have police lights on top but the cars are empty and seem abandoned. I notice that the home to the immediate left of my parent's house has a few lights on so I fly over there to see what's going on. While I cannot end the dream or affect that thoughs and actions of characters in the dream, I can still control my actions and inanimate objects around me. I fly into the living room of the house and see a man sitting on a recliner trying to figure out his newly hooked up cable box on his large widescreen television. Or at least that is what I think he is doing until he figures it out and violent pornography appears on the screen. The man starts masturbating and I lose interest and start flying outside but before I pass the walls of the house I hear a child crying in the basement.

I go down there and the floor is covered in discarded furniture and various basement junk but I cannot see any child even though the crying has gotten louder. I notice a set of metal grates on the cement floor, half hidden underneath a dirty mattress and some boxes. I telepathically move the junk and open the grates and discover a shallow well which contains the decaying body of a little boy. The boy is obviously dead but the crying gets louder and I use my dream control to undo the decay on the body and return the boy to life. He is surprised as first but then very scared because the man who murdered him is still upstairs. He is unable to talk but communicates telepathically and asks if I will help him sneak out of the house. I pick him up and we float up through the ceiling into the front hall of the house. Several of the SUVs I saw before have entered the foggy void and are either parked infront of the house or are driving back and forth in front of the house on a small section of road that exists within the void.

A man in dark clothing is at the front door and the word SWAT is printed on the back of this jacket. I tell the little boy that he is probably going to storm the house and arrest the man who murdered him. Instead the SWAT man knocks on the door and waits patiently for someone to answer. Because I am inpatient I use telekinesis to both swing the front door open and grab the man watching porn and force him to the front hall. I make myself (but not the little boy) visible and rat out the man for the murder. The SWAT man looks confused and says that he is there to arrest the other man for pirating cable signals with illegal cable hookups.

I use my dream control to project everything I have seen into the mind of the SWAT man and tell him that this is my dream and I want him to do something about the crimes taking place. The SWAT man responds: "There are no crimes taking place because this is only a dream." I do not know how to respond to that at first but realize that I have finally met a figure from my subconscious that might be able to give me some answers, so I then ask him: "Why do images like these appear in my dreams? What am I supposed to learn from them?" SWAT man responds: "You cannot learn on the subconscious level that which you have not learned on the conscious level."

I ask him to clairfy but the dream suddenly... I don't know how to describe this, um, explodes or rips apart. I am still aware that I am in a dream but have lost my control and it feels like some outside force has grabbed the foggy void and is tearing it to peices. The characters arround me are violently pulled into dark holes and tears that have suddenly appeared and the structures and setting disintegrate and are sucked into invisible voids. Everything is pulverized and disappears and a horrible feeling of dread overcomes me and I feel like there is an army of demons standing on my chest, though I am able to end the dream and wake up before anything more freaky happens.

There was a group of wolves, they were going to kill another group of wolves. The white wolves were the evil wolves. They heard something in the distance and bounded off to rip it to shreds. I think they were angry that the brown wolves kept piling up the snow. I found bags of snow, buckets of snow that were being filled with a snow hose and dumped them in front of the wolves. The snow didn't pile up, it just melted away.

I was in a trailer that felt like an apartment building. I was hanging out with some old friends of mine who I never see anymore. A cop knocked on the door and burst through into the living room. He was really angry and dragged me outside where he did horrible things to me and then beat me up and threw me back into the house. My friends were concerned and started ranting about police brutality.

The dream slightly changed. Things in the house began to age, my old friends were replaced by new ones. Things looked dilapidated, like they were falling down.

A woman police officer stormed through the door and began poking around. "Everyone needs to get out of here," she announced, "horrible things have happened here." She lifted a rug to find lots of blood.
At that moment I felt a chill sweep over the entire place. I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I felt like horrible things would happen if I stayed.

Summer was waiting outside in a van. She said we needed to get far away. I turned back to the trailer and saw baby cat sitting there. I wanted to cry. She was my favorite cat, and I've missed her so much. I felt like she was trying to tell me to rescue her, but I was already far away.

We were trying to get to Minnesota. We were not sure where we were or what highway we were on. We decided to stop at the next exit we could find. We turned into the parking lot of a dingy looking taqueria. Inside there were several men standing behind a counter. There were no food or drinks inside, just several men in blue shirts with dirty white aprons. They glowered at us as we slowly walked towards them. They didn't want us there. I looked around and felt like this was also a bad place. The ceiling was rotting and seemed it would fall down on us at any moment. The door to what I assumed was the bathroom has black mold creeping all along the outlines of it, I wanted to turn on my heel and run, but felt safer being with Summer. We left quickly.

We got back on the highway. The trailer was next to us, baby cat was sitting in the window, looking straight at me. We passed the trailer quickly.

We stopped a place, a busy street. The wolves were back. The white ones. I needed to stop them, so I started piling logs and trash all along the street, forming a giant barrier. I piled it so high that I had to climb up it to keep piling things on top. Finally, a car came on the other side, angry. Several trucks came and within seconds had all the logs in the backs of their trucks and were hauling them away. The path was clear and the wolves were standing there, facing me. End.