nightmare

I had three or four epically long dreams last night, which I don't know if I can be bothered typing up. It would literally take about two hours!
(All non-lucids)
In case I decide to later, here's some reminders for myself...

Dream 1: Invited to special screening of a movie. The host planned to kill everybody once inside, so I skipped it. Persued by host, lost him. Big entertainment centre on a hill above a town. I explore with some friends. Host tries to gas us with dog fart.

Dream 2: I'm part of an excavation team in Egypt. Dug up a big monument. At sunset, the light shines over the hill in such a way it makes thousands of stones sparkle. V. spectacular. Hop on a boat shaped like a hot dog to other monument. Rest of the team gets on other boats. Everybody gets lost.

Dream 3: Evil Santa invades supermarket, captures somebody and flies away. Me and a few others fly out through the roof after him, all the way to NYC. I have to hold on to two other people flying because I'm scared of heights. We "borrow" a disused mansion on the outskirts which belonged to some distinguised family. We somehow become like the Addams Family. Sort of ghostly/paranormal traits. Government tries to hunt us down, so we take control of the bodies of a random couple and walk into town. Nearly get run over by a tank.

Dream 4: (Fragment) My old neighborhood became a huge hill. I flew in standing position down to the bottom, where a weird cat woman was waiting.

22.11.2009

Held Prisoner in my Own Mind (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So far in my lucidity-chasing, all my dreams have been quite light-hearted affairs, and I haven't had a nightmare in about four years. This one was different. I was actually trapped in a scary situation, with the full knowledge that I was dreaming, wanting to wake up.

A bit of background. I'm hungover to the max today. Last night's binge would account for the tiredness and massive REM rebound I got as soon as I went to sleep in the evening. I was also maybe not in the most positive frame of mind, which could have been a factor in all this.

I was sitting on a farm talking to my brothers. I saw smoke rising in the distance. After a while I could see flames. The fire was getting very high, and soon after, fire engines pulled up near me. I noticed one of the firefighters was my friend's dad, who I haven't seen for years. My mum pulled up, driving a minivan, packed with people I knew. She said everybody was going to visit somebody who lived near where the inferno was, to make sure she was ok. I got in too, and we drove off. The car was packed out with people, and it was a bit of a tight squeeze, but there were enough seats.

Instead of driving towards the fire, which was up the hill a bit, we drove downhill, and ended up at a beach. My mum tried to drive up a sand dune unsuccessfully. Next thing I knew, I was out of the car, standing in the middle of the beach. The sun was setting, and the waves were quite high, but very far away. There was a vast expanse of flat beach between me and the water. I turned round to walk up the beach, but out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. A single wave, about 2 feet high was sweeping silently (and very quickly) up the beach towards me. I tried to outrun it, but it got me. It soaked my phone in my pocket. I recognised the dream sign, and became lucid. I marvelled at how real my cold and wet clothes felt now that the water had receeded. I then had the desire to get off the beach. There was something eerie about standing alone in the middle of such an enormous wide open space in semi-darkness. I'm not agoraphobic in real life, but something wasn't quite right here. I tried to run up to the top of the beach, but I realised I was running but not actually getting anywhere. This was a bit scary, and I just wanted to wake up.

Then I had a false awakening. I was in my bed, and actually thought I had woken up. I was like, "Thank god that's over!" I looked down at my left hand and saw that it was glowing a purply-pink colour. "Shit," I thought. I got out of bed and wandered around to see where I was. I was in what looked like a big hotel room. Except there were no doors or windows, and the walls and floor were made of wood. There wasn't much light, but I could see black square panels around the room. I got a bit closer, and saw that they were holographic pictures. As in, if you moved, the picture changed. What was on them was pictures of my friends' heads. Their heads weren't quite solid, they were grey on a black background. As I moved across the room, they appeared to be shouting something at me quite desperately. I really didn't like this scenario at all. I went to look in a mirror out of curiosity. I was wearing my dressing gown in the mirror, and my hair was a lot shorter than it is now.

I then had another false awakening. I looked at my hand, which had an indeterminate number of fingers. I was getting a bit worried now. I got out of bed and walked out into the room. There was some sort of gameshow going on in the middle. I didn't want to take part, but the host forced me to.

Then I had ANOTHER false awakening. I was really relieved because I thought it was for real this time. I looked at my hand, and it didn't even look like a hand. This time, when I realised I was still dreaming, the music from The Twilight Zone played.

Listen to this shit...

This freaked me right out, and I started shouting things like "Wake up!" and just screaming in general. No such luck.

Yet another FA. This time I was in my own room, trapped in my bed and unable to move. I could hear my mum outside the door. I yelled, "Wake me up! Get in here and wake me up!" She never did come in, and the Twilight Zone music played again.

Another one. I was back in the windowless hotel room. There were two guys doing some measuring. I said, "Fuck this, I'm not playing the game any more," and decided to kill myself. Handily enough, a noose was hanging from the celing. I stood on a desk and put it round my neck. Yep, it's getting a bit heavy! As soon as I jumped off, the scene went into reverse. Everything literally rewound around me, and there was even a "rewinding" indicator at the bottom of my view.

I had, maybe 15 false awakenings, and each time my hand was different. The Twilight Zone music played every time I looked at it. One time it was fat, then the hand of an old man, flashing psychadelically, missing altogether... the list goes on. One time it looked normal until I realised I was actually missing a finger. There was a stump. I nearly shat myself at the music that time. I became increasingly desperate, and even tried holding my breath, in case that meant I was actually holding my breath in real life, and I might wake myself up by nearly suffocating. It didn't work.

Eventually, of course, I did wake up, only 2 or 3 hours after I went to bed. I very reluctantly checked my hand and it was fine. I ran straight out of my room and downstairs. I'm totally exhausted now, and maybe a bit afraid to go back to sleep! Also, still enormously hung over and it's killing me. I really hope I never have a repeat of that episode. Like being stuck in the matrix and not being able to find a fucking phone!

EDIT: Had about 5 DILDs after that last night but each one of them caused a knee-jerk reaction of waking up instantly!

16.11.2009

The FACE (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was the creepy result of a false awakening and the position of a certain painting in my room.
There is a painting of a cow on the wall opposite my bed, so I can see it when I lie on my back. This invaded my dreams.

I had a false awakening in my own bed, and I looked at the wall opposite me. I saw that the painting on my wall was not a cow as I had always imagined, but a face in disguise. When I looked at the painting when I woke up, in semi-darkness, I could see where it might me mistaken for a scary face. In the light it's just a cow, and I can no longer make out a face other than the cow's. The face had come halfway out of the painting- its nose was about 3 inches from the canvas. It looked a bit like this, only scowling more.




Even worse, it was alive. I was lying in bed and it started insulting me, telling me it had been watching me ever since the painting had been put there (over a year). It then proceeded to list off all my worst fears and telling me they were true, and laughing at me. It had a posh but gravelly English accent and a wheezy laugh/cackle.

It was truly hideous. I decided enough was enough, I'm going to burn it. I knew there was a fire in the fireplace downstairs at the minute and I planned to stuff the painting in it. To shut him up I wrapped a brown towel round the whole painting and held his face to my chest. I was kind of worried about him biting me.

Then I had another false awakening! This time the painting was actually of the pokemon Venonat.

06.11.2009

Attack of the Giant Hand (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was the character of Chev Chelios from the "Crank" movies. I was in a car chase- I was doing the chasing. Some woman was talking to me in an earpiece I was wearing, telling me where to go. I reached a huge spaghetti juntion, and the car I was chasing sped off up a ramp, which had a barrier put in front of it immediately, preventing me from going that way. The voice in my ear told me to keep following the road I was on; it would lead me to the same junction as the other car was approaching from a different direction.





As I got closer to this junction, I began to question my driving skills. In real life, I can't drive, and I quickly lost confidence in my ability. It was the fact that I was driving which slowly brought me to lucidity. (Becoming lucid in this case was not as immediate as the colour change implies!)

I discovered that I could have fun driving, and totally forgot about the people I was chasing. I weaved between lanes, pissing off other drivers, and had several near-misses. Before long, it was getting dark and I was driving in countryside. There was a narrow bridge going over a river that my car could just about fit over (turns out it was a 4x4), and I put the boot down to fly over it. As, I landed, I saw a white van pulling out of a field to my right, and I had to swerve dangerously to miss it. I ended up flipping the car into a field on the left. It landed upright however, and undamaged. By some miracle it stopped just before hitting a caravan which was parked beside me. I was a bit shaken, and decided to take a rest in the back seat. It was now night time.

I happened to glance out the left window, and saw a horrifying sight. It was a giant, disembodied hand, crawling over the top of the caravan. It was like a giant (non-green) version of the hand from the Addams Family. It was scuttling about like a huge spider, then it made right for me. I was shit scared, and although I knew I could make it disappear if I wanted, it seemed like less effort to force myself awake. For half a second, I could see the spider-hand on the car window "overlaid" on my duvet. Kinda weird.

I was standing around a two pools. Then, It looked like a 2D video game. I had 2 net guns and a mirror. (They did not replenish themselves though. ) I had to defeat a shark. I used a net gun to make it disappear. Then, there were two sharks. I used the net gun on one to make it disappear. The other one was chasing me and i had a wall around me. I was going on land. I went on top of the mirror. It was very close to getting me. Then, the mirror started spinning really fast and hit the shark in the nose. Then, more sharks came out and got me. I got this big GAME OVER messaged flashed at me before waking up.

I could get used to snoring, or sleeping next to my husband would be impossible. What I can't get used to is the violent dreams he's been having for months. He isn't having complete sleep paralysis during these dreams, so he's kicking, running, and a occasionally punching in his sleep next to me. I'm no stranger to lucid dreaming, actively controlling dreams I don't like, and keeping sketch pad full of drawings based on dream images. My husband on the other hand can rarely remember even tiny fragments of his dreams, has only achieved lucidity a couple of times in his life, and has no control over his dream content.
All I know is that there's a waterfall in a tropical setting, and he's on a mission with a team of elite female soldiers who use psychic powers and weapons like the blasters in Star Wars. He's female too. It's some planet other than Earth and the local culture is in the middle of a civil war. The team gets ambushed and most of them die.
He's a big strong guy, and his acting out this dream while he's in bed next to me is a bit of a problem. It's hard for me to sleep when I'm constantly watching out to avoid getting kicked. Thank goodness he always rolls to his left before punching and I sleep to his right. Oddly, he's left handed and has been punching with his right while guarding with his left during the dream. I would expect him to do the reverse.
Advice welcome.

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.

June 21-22, 2010.

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.

This is the first of two dreams that I remember from last night. The first was lucid and the second was not. I forgot the second while writing down the second. (Woke up to Caramelldansen stuck in my head. lol)

Here's a bit of a back story. I have four younger siblings who live with just my mother at the moment. I'm away at college and haven't been back for a bit over a year now. My siblings and I have been abused since before I can remember by my mother and her boyfriend. (He got kicked out. He's never abused her, and I think he did recently. He's done a lot, and I think that's the only thing that would make my mother kick him out.)

The dream took place mostly in hallways. My sister (who is the second oldest still living with my mother) was getting hit. Then, my mother put this yellow mesh dress over her clothes. (I have no idea why, because it doesn't relate to the dream otherwise.) I kept going out and coming back in. Every time I went out, I tried to get other people to help, but I couldn't talk. Then, I was sitting on this really big, hard-wood, sturdily built table. (In real life, I don't think I could get it to move an inch by myself.) I got in trouble for sitting on it. My mother was yelling at me and about to hit me. (There was no sound at all during the entire dream for some reason.) I got my sister to stand behind me, and I picked up the table to use as a shield. Someone was walking by, and I managed to yell for help after a few tries. I realized it was a dream somewhere around the time I was lifting the table easily and when I could speak. I was able to speak and hear sound for the first time when I realized I was dreaming.

As promised.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!™

??.??.2010

Shadow Monster: Origins (WILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







There's that familiar transition.

I open my eyes. Cold white light is streaming in from my bedroom window, as the thin brown curtains fail to do their job. Lifting myself out of bed, I notice something odd on the ceiling. The shadows on the dirty eggshell-colored drywall. . . They're moving! At that revelation, the shadows--an Aztec-esque shaman and a blocky curled snaked--broke themselves off from the wall, joined together into one formless mass, and shot out into the hallway.

Weird.

Making my way through the house, toward the front door, I wonder what that was all about. Closing my hand around the gold painted doorknob, I open the large metal door before me, revealing my sun-soaked court. But something is off with the lighting. Everything seems. . . lifeless. It's as if all warmth had left my neighborhood long ago. I didn't know what to make of it.

Lifting myself off the ground, I fly to the center of my court, contemplating what I want to accomplish. With no goals lined up, I figure I'll just try to crash someone's dream world. That's when I hear it. A visceral scream tears through my court, originating from a neighbor's house across the ways. Turning my head, I look just in time to see the woman who had screamed smash against her front window. As she drops out of sight, I know behind that blood drenched glass lurks the Monster from before.

Reaching out with my TK, I try to pull it from the house, but I can't get a lock. Yet, despite my failure, the Shadow Monster doesn't take long to exit the house of its own accord. Smoothly flowing through the air above me, it pay me no mind as it makes its way back toward my residence. Like hell I'm letting that slide. Let's see how this thing likes a little bit of pure energy blasted through its core.

Taking a stance, I position my hands by my side, preparing to let loose a Kamehameha Wave. Not wanting to tip it off, I say the chant internally, feeling the charge building between my hands. Unfortunately, when I go to release it all in a throat wrenching shout, nothing happens. The Shadow Monster stops dead in its tracks, and speedily reverses direction, darting straight at me. Fully enveloping me in darkness, I realize there's nothing I can do to this. . . thing. Panic washes over me, but before everything fades to black I let loose a piercing cry for assistance that echoes not just through my city, but around the world and, I can't help but think, beyond.

No one came to my aid.

Random.

First i am walking down a street in chilliwack. some guy walks past me and gives me a slightly dirty look. He's wearing nice homie - G clothing and I am wearing a jacket covered in drywall mud. so I probably look like a weirdo.. whatever.

Then the dream flashes to where I'm walking on a trail in the woods. I hear someone walking from the shrubs. I look and see it's a bright blue ape. Like an abominable snowman. I just shrug and keep walking. I hear the guy behind me again but this time he's a regular looking guy. some woman goes up to me (asuka) and tells me we have to chase him to catch him. i go to chase him but I realize my shoes aren't for running.I find some other shoes magically and grab them i try to run while putting them on. They are a pair of those all star shoes and a bitch to put on. By the time i put them on. The man is far ahead and I can no longer chase him.

suddenly I find myself in a restaurant with my brother and his GF. his GF makes a comment about me not being able to eat the food or something.

Later I am in another building. I am supposed to pay with debit at some strange machine. But when I put my card into the machine. it rturns in to a VLT type game with interesting charp and clear graphics. there's some megaman looking guy in cool armor with some items above him. I select the wrong item and lose, but it says I have another chance. The woman at the counter says i must pay so urry up and finish the game. I somehow select the right item and on the screen i get more items and then it starts showering down coins on the screen. I guess i won.

Hand

some lucid imagery of looking at my hand

Bedroom.

I remember being on a bed with asuka and having a pillow fight. The window catches my eye. It's a weird color. I start freaking out and think it's the end of the world or something.

Gross.

I'm walking around in my basement while munching on soem white candle wax... It tastes like vanilla icing... but with candle wax in it. yuck. I hate it. I come to a room that asuka sometimes sleeps in and see it's a mess. there's big candles in no holders on the carpet burined right into the ground. All the wax is crusted right into the carpet. I think my landlord will freak at this site. I go to the bathroom to spit out the candle wazx that i'l still munching on. But i see the toilet is filled with... well poop and crusted with vomit. I dare to try and flush the toilet and clean up the mess but I wake up... Which i'm glad i Did!

I entered a classroom filled with students my age.. it looked like the 8th or 9th grade.. (8th the one i'm in) and so theres people I don't know and people I do like from last year. I noticed that I didn't see my best friend there.. but I saw some friends last year. There was still a BUNCH of people I don't know there.. I could see their face.. what their wearing.. (uniform.. durr) and how they did their hair.. so there was a teacher and she gave out worksheets and I sat a a computer desk.. there was some sitting at desks that sat 4-6 people and i saw my other best friend.. but she was sitting next to HERRR best friend and she isn't that much of my friend... sooooooo. I if I moved there I would be the third wheel .. sooo i sat next to an emo kids twin brother.. and he was all of our friends so i talked to him and stuff.. lol. But BEFORE that happened the teacher lady tought me how to bring up my credit report from the computer files...??? IHAVE NO IDEAA.. but yeah then I woke up.. I did take me a while to realize that this was a dreamm. haha. soo realistic..

Sunday 31st May 2009
My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact.

Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself.

My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty.

I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after.

It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching.

A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet.

Rustle

His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing.

Rustle

He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall

Snap

The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head.

He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground.

Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch.

I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face.

Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees.

I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown.

Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD

Tuesday 19th May 2009
On a journey back home with my dad, we both sat on the top deck of a roofless double-decker bus. I stood, leaning daringly over the front and almost toppled out as the bus screeched to an abrupt halt on cue with the irritated beeping that arose from a small, speeding TJ Walsh bus as it raced past us near a roundabout.

My courage unwavered, I continued standing and turning to my dad I asked, "So, we're going home now, right?"

"No, we're going swimming." Came the reply.

No! I thought, despairing over the lack of geography revision I had done for the exam. I don't have any time!

As I said this, the bus encircled the roundabout which allowed me to get a good look at the gleaming clock tower. The black hands clearly reading quarter to eight. The face of the clock shone with a brilliant, bold yellow-orange gradient which was brightened by the dark blue evening sky.

Despite this, we returned home and I angrily dashed out into a huge garden with houses opposite with cosy, warm yellow lights eminating from each window. I flopped down onto a wooden bench where my geography work lay and tears creeped from my eyes until the dam completely broke.

I don't have time! I repeatedly chanted like a mantra, as I tried to lift up my work to throw it onto the ground. The unusual weight of it, however, prevented me from doing so; it was simply to heavy.

Later, I found myself in the doorway of a dimly lighted bedroom. I saw a bed with white covers - plastic bags lay bundled together atop it, and there was a mirror that stretched the whole length of the wall opposite to where I was stood. From where I was standing I could see someone dressed in black, sat at the wall opposite the mirror -I could only see enough of the figure to conclude the he or she was sitting on a chair - but this person wasn't reflected in the mirror. I also heard a monotonous drone - the person was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher the words. And as if I couldn't, or wasn't allowed to step in to the room, I instead stood on tip toes to see if I could find a reflection but the bags on the bed seemed to grow and obscure my view with each new height that I reached.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my chest and wheezed as pain struck it. I clasped at my chest screaming, "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!"
Invisible hands wrapped roughly around my arm and clutched my top directly where the pain was and started to drag me into the room. I couldn't see them, but I could feel and sense them on me. Screams tore helplessly from my lungs.

Uuugh...I have my geography exam today...: (

Saturday 18th April 2009
Sitting on the right side of the bus towards the middle, I handed my friend a pile of sketches I had done and she leafed through them.

Suddenly, while the bus was moving, a man clothed entirely in black jumped through the doors. He just appeared to be a speeding blur. He rushed up the aisle and back down again. A few people screamed in pain, and fell limply in their seats, blood pouring from their fleshly opened wounds. They'd been slashed with a knife.

Those who were left alive carried on as if nothing had happened, while I sat, desperately wondering to myself if they'd actually noticed what happened. Even the driver continued with the journey with out so much as a second thought; he didn't even stop once.

As the journey continued, panic still present in my mind, the blur of a man jumped in again while the bus was moving and swept up and down the length of the bus. More people slumped in their chairs, blood trickling down their slashed torsos and chests.

My heart rate sped up dramatically.

How could he possibly do that!? I thought to myself, shifting irritably in my seat.

I went on to wondering about if was actually hiding beneath or on top of the bus. I looked foreward, seeing an old lady with grey hair slumped in her chair, utterly lifeless; among the rest of the people who had been killed. My gaze then traveled out of the window. The bus weaved through cars on the busy roads and it was getting dark outside, and I was becoming more frightened with every passing minute.

Soon enough, we had finally arrived in the town centre. I didn't want to wait to get to the bus stop, so when the driver had stopped at a traffic light, I yelled down the bus, "Hey, is it alright if I get off here?"

"Yeah, course you can." Came the cheerful reply, as if he hadn't even realised the killings that had so fleetingly taken place throughout the journey.

I jumped off the bus and onto the pavement, slowly realising I had left my bag on the bus, but the bus had already driven away. I decided that when I got home, I'd find the number for the bus station and ask if my bag had been given in to lost and found.