nightmare

The was a sickness that was killing everyone. For some reason, a few of us couldn't be infected. We teamed up with the ones who weren't infected.

Someone said something about us being vampires but eating a human diet. We had to wear gloves. That way we could be around humans without hurting them. If we touched them with our hands (even accidentally) they would die in a few minutes. We could be touched on our arms and stuff without problems.

One in our group could fly and had this long staff that caught lightening so he could throw it as he pleased. Another could see the future. She saw them coming for us and told us all about them. Another had this motherly personality. She could get children to do what she said. (She touched children's hands to do this. She could only touch their hands or they would die.) She could also turn into a child or a child's toy at will, like a stuffed bear. Our leader was just great at organizing things. (I don't know what his powers were, but he had several.) We could all jump literally and figuratively to another place. (Except the girl who turned into a child and back.) I was the only one who could do it naturally and was teaching a few people. I could also jump in time, but I tried not to go too far forward or back.

The ice cream men were coming to get us. They wore white pants and white button down t-shirts. They also had these white masks so you couldn't see their faces. They wanted to destroy everyone who wouldn't join their group. Even if you were in the group, you weren't guaranteed to live. If you didn't do what you were told or someone who was stronger than you didn't like you, they would kill you.

Our leader told us one bag that we could carry and run with each. I think the humans were allowed a bigger bag. The humans were put on the bus, and the ones with powers ran near it and lead the way. (We had super speed and endurance.) We were all going north west, hopefully into Canada in a low population area. (We started in Texas or Arizona. I have no idea why. I've never been to any of those places.

After we got there, things went peacefully for many years. (I have no idea where the people with powers were living. We could live really long though) It was so long that many generations of humans had been born and died of old age. They stopped talking about our history and began to fear us and want us gone. The had a group of army people come and stand in front of us in a cluster and shoot at us with shot guns. They refused to talk things out with our leader. They tried to shoot him, but the bullet just dropped to the ground before reaching him. I was told to shoot them in a way that would only wound them. (I could only shoot when I said bang for some reason. I also had really good vision. He said that was their warning.

We ran. Eventually we stopped when we weren't being chased anymore. (We repacked our one bag before we left because we knew they were going to attack us before they did it. We didn't need to pack food, because we could survive on anything. I brought my laptop and an old answering machine that had the front missing. I like taking things apart, so I my have been the one who did that. I also brought things to color for the little girl, because she asked me to please help her pack things to help her color. I didn't know that she could change into an adult and be able to carry stuff. I have no idea what her actual age was.)

We had lost them deep in the forest. (They were very superstitious.) We were going to fight back in groups. The leader was first at the edges of the forest. He was going to roar or something to scare away people so he didn't have to fight and kill them all. The guy with lightening was going to have lightening hit the lighthouse near the town. (Usually he collected it instead of letting it hit where they could see it.)

Me and the girl (now about 20 looking) were gathering intelligence near where people leave town. We were bored and decided to go into town. She went in as a child. (This was the first time I saw her transform.) The town had really brightly colored houses. The guys wore black pants and white shirts. The girls wore brightly colored dresses, and some had aprons. (Even the kids looked like this, except the little boys had suspenders.)

We were fitting in fine. Then, this kid yelled witch after looking at the gloves. We were chased out. We split up and managed to loose them and met at this stream that was only ankle deep. (We never mentioned meeting up at all and I've never seen the stream before in any dream or real life. I have no idea how we met up later.) There was this guy who was jumping off this rock into the stream. He shimmered a bit like he was about to jump somewhere else. He looked at me and his eyes looked like bright green lights for a second then went back to brown. He said he was practicing. I was afraid that we would be seen, so I took his hand and the girl's hand (she was now a teddy bear) and stood on the rock he was just on (they turned to a stack of books when I stepped on them) and got ready to jump.

This lady came over and didn't look like she knew we were being chased by the whole town, so we sat down to read and pretend we were innocent. She told us she knew who I was and would yell and tell people unless I gave her my powers. (She didn't know that others had any and apparently didn't see the boy's attempts at jumping.) I tried to jump while holding on to the two others, but she put her hand on us. (Somehow she knew that she would come along if she did it.) I didn't want her to know where our hide out was or that there were others like us, so I jumped us to right next to where we were. Then, she was sitting in a red chair, and the rest of us were still standing holding hands. She was telling me to tell her my secret to doing it. The teddy bear turned back into a girl. While she was looking at us in shock, (she didn't know anyone else had powers) I took a jumped backward and jumped us away. Before I got to see where we landed, I woke up.

(I'm in college now, and I haven't been back home with my parents for over a year. It's a really long story.)

I was back in the room I used to share with my sister until I was 10 and got my own room. I got up out of bed in the middle of the night, went to look in the bathroom mirror, and went downstairs. This one guy I ate lunch with most of last year was there. He was inviting me hiking with the rest of anime club and wanted my parent's permission before he asked me.

Then, I was in that bedroom again. I was alternating between laying in bed and packing for hiking. There was no transition between the two. I blinked and switched from lights on and packing to lights off and laying in bed. I also wasn't wearing pants most of the dream for some reason. When I was downstairs was the only time I had pants.

[Dream in blue.]
[Lucid in red.]
[Nightmare in pink.]
[Non-dream in normal.]

I'd love to know why I have to start my dream journal with a friggin' nightmare, but ah, well. Whatever.

I'm in my kitchen, angry and upset. My dad and I... we're yelling at each other for something. I've done something he thinks is wrong. Mom's upset too, but I'm barely paying any attention to her, only to my dad and how pissed he is.

I'm not sure what we're yelling about, but we're both getting madder and madder and madder... And then my dad lashes out. He grabs my throat with his hand (big, big hands, which is strange because my dad's hands aren't that big) and starts to squeeze. I can still remember feeling his hand closing in around my throat. It was so real. And I was suddenly terrified.

He stops yelling now, but he's still squeezing, and I'm choking and I can't breathe. He tells me off, quietly, and angrily. Mom's gone now. I don't know where she went.

Next thing, I'm in my bedroom, and my dad comes in. He says he wants to talk to me, but he doesn't look much like he's repenting, more like he wants round two. I tell him sure, and that he should sit on my bed. When he tries to close the door, I ask him not to. I want it left open.

He sits down on my bed on the side closest to the window, and we start talking. I barely remember what we're saying. Then, when he gets angry again, he reaches out, puts his hand on my throat and says something about what he's doing. I ask if he's going to strangle me or something, completely terrified at this point and he says, "No. You're lucky I don't just break your neck."

This dream has stayed with me so much. It's horrible. I trust him, I'm just having vile flashbacks and when he touched my neck to kiss me on the cheek to say goodnight, I had to try so hard not to move away.

Please, let me have better dreams tonight. -.-

It's evening at a summer camp, and I feel incredibly bored. My brother invites me to play video games with him, so I go to the living room of our house and join. It's some sort of superhero fighting game with SNES-level graphics, and I play as Wolverine against his Hulk. The cartoons have a good level of violence, with blood flying as my Wolverine claws dig into the Hulk's skin. Eventually I get bored again and wander outside.

I find a book of idea for things to do when bored just lying on the ground. I pick it up and start flipping through (yet another failed RC). One of the ideas is shooting a watch battery with a nail to produce some sort of cool reaction; the book warns that after the 41st nail is shot at any battery, both objects are coated with a slow-acting contact poison. I proceed to idly shoot the battery 42 times, watching sparks and corrosive fluids form, then touch the damn thing. Nothing happens immediately, but in a minute or two my left arm feels incredibly numb. I look down at it, and the skin is turning a sickly shade of blue (failed finger RC). I run to the camp's bathroom, but faint out of the dream.

★★★

Ugly Fat Bald Guy

I'm walking with my brother in some strange town. He tells me he is going to look for his friend. for some reason I enter a store. After looking through it for a bit I find an empty lot outside that's fenced off but it had a gate on one end. Standing before me is a familiar fat bald guy. I'm non lucid so his appearance terrifies me! he says "ahh you've come for a good beating I see. Don't try to run you'll never escape!" He pulls out a chain and starts twirling it around. I run for the exit and bit he blocks me path. I tell him that I give up. and He says we have to go inside for the beating. He goes ahead of me through the door

"PSYCH!" I yell and rin for the fence. The dream slows down as I leave the gate. but through the gate is a wooden fence? I hide there so he doesn't see me. He looks around a bit and goes back in the store. I know the only way out is through the store. I sneak back in. I can hear the man ranting to his friends about how great he is. I run with my trunk forward through the aisles so they don't see me. On my way out the front door, the mans girlfriend spots me, she smiles but doesn't say anything to the man.

After I leave I find my brother. He's with shannon and another younger gilr emiting a purple aura. I tell him I'll hang with him. He protests at first, but i tell him some creepy guy is prowling around, and if he attacks us we'll hav more people to Defend ourselves.

False Awakening

FA, Get out of bed and my dad is standing there... or is it my guide? anyway we talk about something but the dream is so vague i can't remember.

going to meet Mzzkc

I'm in my guides car and we are driving around calgary at night time. I know I've dreamed many times in this place. I remember lots of winding roads. Eventually he drops me off at a place that Mzzkc is at. It's in a plaza, and it's a one floor office building.

I go inside and see my friend Rusty in side with two other people. They are setting up for something. There's a woman at a table (asuka). she tells me it's a $20 fee to enter. I pull out money and she tells me to put it in the cash register, which is a giant round orange wax candle with a flame in the center. I remember thinking it was weird, but i put the money in it anyway.

Note: Mzzck also had a dream this night about being in an office building.

Crazy shite

I'm on my computer and I'm looking at an old song that nomad once made about dreamsharing. there's an orange light bulb lever i have to puch in order to play it though. After I am done I go into the kitchen. Asuka looks like my mom. and she's acting crazy... insulting me and what not. My, guide is there so I ask him what's going on. He says that this isn't real and I should definitely call for help.

Asuka announces she will kill herself. with a manical grin she pulls out a bare razor blade for an olfa knife. She cuts her left wrist, first across the tracks and then down the tracks. She holds her left arm up to me. I can see a thin line where it cut, then blood starts to come from it. She then laughs manically.


Raven's house

I am standing outside a nice looking house thta belongs to Raven knight. all i remember is being jealous since my house didn't look as nice...

note: Walms also found raven at a strange house that night
Flying

I'm walking around the old chilliwack highschool. Actually it's a cross between that highschool and my elementary school. I discover a door that leads up. I walk into an extra part of the the school that's being built: an upper level. I'm on a ledge now and I see some men in a higher up part putting on drywall. I jump up and float a bit. I think "weird I didn't know i could do this in waking life... I usually do this in dreams"

I then fly up by the men working and land on a higher ledge. all the workers stop and am Amazed that i can fly. They say to do more. i flap my arms like wings and it takes me up. I then try to use another set of wings on my back... they worked in dreams so they might in waking life? anyway my memory gets foggy after this.

Labyrinth?

i am walking in a house labyrinth. Actually running through it. A woman is behind me, we go down many hallways and find many hiding places.

New forum

I'm with asuka in a dark classroom. The room represents a forum for dreamers. I sit with her on a couch. She is saying something like, half of the people here know that I'm her boyfriend. I say that it shouldn't be a problem, people will less likely bother her at this place since they know that. I then put my arm around her and we talk some more.

Later i go to my computer and log into DV. i have a long message from nomad sent to me and other forum people. He's talking about the new forum and how a bunch of members decided to go. he is also inviting everyone to come along.

Note: I went to bed tonight with an unexpected goal. MoSh had come on the computer and said there were some disturbing things going on with him, he'd had a nightmare, so my goal was to go check out MoSh's inner world and make sure things were ok in there. This was the goal I had in mind when I fell asleep. Once again no WILD, but I did have the following dreams…

I was at work. It was the hospital where I used to work. I was sitting at my desk. I had been sleeping. Crap… I looked around and saw Susie also asleep. Well, at least I hadn't been seen sleeping. I got up and paced a bit in the office to try to wake myself up. I woke Susie up. She looked up at me and asked what I was doing. I said I was sleepy so I was walking to wake myself up. She said to grab a pillow and sleep then, it was nap time. Nap time? Since when did my job have nap time? She must have seen that I was confused. She asked how else am I supposed to check the inside of the servers except through a lucid dream? She said I should get to sleep and into a lucid so I could go check out the MExchange1 server while she finished checking on the Harp0 server. She lied her head down to go back to sleep. Checking servers in lucid dreams? Better get in the habit of doing RCs. To begin that I did a RC right there. I could breathe through my nose even when I pinched it… I was dreaming right now! Screw this job! I'm outta here!

I walked out of the office and down the hall to the door that led to the fire exit. Concrete stairs led both up and down from there, but instead I climbed up on the concrete railing. I did another RC just to be sure, then I jumped into the air and flew. Yay flying! Yay lucid dream! Ok… focus. I flew away from the hospital and thought about my goals. I wanted to do a DDO dream… I wanted to open a locked book I have in my inner world… I wanted to complete the task of… MoSh! That name pushed into my head with force. MoSh! I had said I was going to go check out what had happened with MoSh! I bumped paying a visit to MoSh to the top of my list of goals. I focused on opening a portal… at first it didn't want to work, but then I focused harder and it opened. I flew through the portal…

I landed in the yard outside of MoSh's house. The weather was bright and sunny. I went over to the house. I could hear voices inside, a man and a woman were talking really mushy mush to each other. I looked inside through the window and saw MoSh and Asuka kissing pretty heavy. I didn't want to interrupt their make-out session. I turned to leave, but I remembered I was going to check on Asuka. I looked into the window again. I would check on both of their energies to see if there was any sign of contamination. I looked, focused, and I saw none. It wasn't just that I saw no contamination, I saw no energy at all! They weren't real! Wtf? I quickly made up a corny rhyme spell… "Dispel the vision that I see, from illusion set me free." The illusory MoSh and Asuka vanished… and the entire scene shifted…

Now I was in the basement of MoSh's house. MoSh and Asuka were chained to two separate stone tables. There were people there torturing them. I recognized the torturers, too. Nomad was peeling MoSh's skin off and Angel was sticking rusty nails in Asuka. Wtf?! No way could that really be Nomad and Angel… Whoever it was I was going to stop them. I went in to stop them and noticed again… no one there had any energy. I repeated the spell I'd made to dispel illusions… "Dispel the vision that I see, from illusion set me free!"

The scene shifted again, but not much this time. It had just shifted so that Nomad and Angel were being tortured by MoSh and Asuka instead of the other way around. "Dispel this vision that I see, from illusion… glurk…" My spell was interrupted when I nearly puked. MoSh had just torn one of Nomad's eyes out and fed it to Asuka, popping it into her mouth like a piece of candy… Yuck! I went through my dispel illusion spell faster so I wouldn't get distracted again… "Dispel this vision that I see, from illusion set me free!"

The scene changed again. Asuka tied up naked between two trees in a forest, MoSh videotaping as a line of disgusting looking men forced themselves on her. Asuka was screaming and crying… no… repeat dispel illusion spell… MoSh and Asuka swapped places, the ugly men were doing MoSh from the rear while Asuka filmed it and laughed, "How do you like it, you sick fuck?" Um… no… repeat dispel illusion spell. The scene shifted. Asuka and MoSh having pretty violent and raunchy sex… well, I don't know how they like to do it… The people had no energy, not real. Repeat dispel illusion. MoSh stabbing Asuka many times and then coming towards me with the bloody knife… no… dispel illusion… MoSh and Asuka skinning live animals, couldn't tell what kind… no… dispel illusion. This was getting ridiculous! Asuka giving oral pleasure to MoSh then suddenly ripping his… um… you-know-what off with her teeth… no… dispel illusion, dispel illusion, dispel illusion! Damn it! Why wasn't it working?! I focused carefully, not paying any attention to the screaming around me as who did I-don't-want-to-know-what to who… and focused on the spell, "Dispel this vision that I see, from illusion set me free. All this horror cannot be, make it gone, so mote it be!"

I stood there with my eyes closed a bit longer. No screaming… no sounds of raunchy sex… no crying… no sounds of animals in pain… I carefully opened my eyes. I was outside of MoSh's house. There was a strange fog hanging over the area. Q telepathically told me it's called a fog of illusion. The fog lent a creepy aspect to everything. I used the song Full Moonlight to gather up the strange fog from all over, in the house, all around… into a small orb that I threw into a void.

Ok, now where were MoSh and Asuka? I had to find them. I felt for their energy and found it. They were both in the house. I went in through the front door, following Asuka's energy because she was closer. I found her in the kitchen, in the pantry, cowering in the back corner trying to make herself invisible. She saw movement, shrank back, but then came to me crying tears of relief. She said she was so glad to see me… MoSh had been infected with dark energy, he was trying to kill her, and she hadn't been able to do anything for him. She said she had tried to get out of the house to get help, but he was always waiting there with his huge knife, saying which parts of her he wanted to cut off first… "Please help him," Asuka said, "It's not his fault… it's dark energy, I'm sure…"

I checked Asuka for energy corruption. I found none, but I did a Touch My Heart healing spell on her anyway. Golden energy flowed into her. I then followed MoSh's energy. It was downstairs in the basement. I found him there. He seemed to be sneaking along the back wall, trying to blend with the shadows, getting closer to the stairs. He saw me there and apparently thought I was Asuka. "Come on, Asuka," he said, "Try to fight it! You need healing! Just fight it for a bit… I really don't want to hurt you!"

"I'm not Asuka," I said. He heard my voice and recognized it. He came running over to me and put his arms around me. He said he was really glad to see me, Asuka needed healing… and she needed it bad. He motioned to the far side of the room. Shawna came out. MoSh said Asuka had tried to kill both of them, and neither Shawna nor him had been able to heal her. But she needed help badly… I would help, wouldn't I? I said I already had seen Asuka and I had used a healing spell on her. I used Touch My Heart on MoSh and Shawna, though they didn't look infected, either.

When MoSh and Asuka were in the same room, I told them what illusions I'd had to break through in order to get to the reality of MoSh's inner world. The psycho version of MoSh trying to kill Asuka and the psycho version of Asuka trying to kill MoSh and Shawna weren't real, they had just been illusions. Very convincing, very hard to penetrate. I told them there had been a strange fog all over the place, the fog of illusion. They seemed to understand and accept that, now everyone was pissed. Who the fuck had put that there? How had they gotten in? I wondered if it was something L had done when he was inside before, or if he had used another dirty trick to come back and do it… because if he had come back after the incident last night, he was apparently looking for a permanent playmate in Walms. The idea that L secretly finds being beaten to a pulp to be a turn-on crossed my mind briefly, but I got rid of that because it would make me sick very quickly…

Asuka, Shawna, and MoSh were all hugging now. MoSh pulled me into the hug. We all hugged there for a couple minutes, everyone was relieved that things seemed normal now. MoSh was thanking me for helping. I said I would be there to help any time, I was glad he and Asuka and Shawna were all ok. The dream slipped, and I woke up, disappearing right out of the group hug.

Oh nameless disembodied spirit of hate and rage. Does this demon exist within me? What is this entity that terrifies and tortures me so. Formless. Shapeless. There are no words that can describe such a thing. Is this what evil means? Something born into this world out of rage and hatred, which exists only as a shapeless shadow, blacker than any black existing in the realm of reality. Something from which no light returns...a black hole. Sucking you in...devouring...your soul. Can such a thing truly exist within me?

Recently I have been having recurring dreams about my old house, and more importantly, my old bedroom which, in these dreams, is violently haunted. These dreams have been getting worse, I have absolutely no idea what is causing them, but I have never felt terror like this before. Even in my worst nightmares. I have never encountered something so purely evil and unable to escape from, even when lucid.

I lived in this house from the age of thirteen, up until we moved about 5 years ago. I had been dreaming that my old bedroom was haunted for awhile, but only recently have the dreams turned into full fledge nightmares. The following are three (out of many) such nightmares I have had recently involving this haunted room.

My bedroom was empty, everything had been placed into the moving truck, and I go back down to my bedroom to get the last few things. I walk to my bedroom, which is in the basement, and just as I get to the open door...it slams shut in my face with such an intense force that I stumble backwards. I think to myself, that it is haunted, and that there is something very evil in there. But I need to get my stuff, and I don't want to be afraid. I think it is best to master my fear and enter the bedroom. When I go in, it is completely empty, just bare wood floors. I get to the center of the room and the bedroom door slams shut behind me. It is so loud that I am already very terrified because I know that something is very angry. I turn around to look towards the door and I see a shadowy blackness...immediately I am filled with terror. I can sense that this thing is pure evil. It screams...the loudest...most horrifying demonic moan and I make a run for the door. I am knocked down by some invisible force, the shadow still shrieking in my ear and echoing so loudly through the empty room. The closet doors are slamming closed over and over, the windows shatter, the ceiling fan is rocking about wildly above my head. I start screaming. I tell myself it's just a dream, and that I can't be here, because I have a new bedroom now. So I desperately try to think about my new bedroom, so that I can wake up from this nightmare. But I cannot remember where I am sleeping. I am semi-lucid throughout this whole experience, but I am unable to fight this evilness and terror that I am filled with. I eventually make it to the door but it won't open. I keep trying and eventually I get out and slam the door behind me. It stays shut and I run for my life.

I am in my old bedroom alone. It's empty. I know that I couldn't be there and become lucid. But despite the lucidity I am not overjoyed, and surprised to find myself in that bedroom. I feel the darkness closing in around me. "No." I say to myself, and try to will it to go away. But it persists. This is not a thing I have any amount of control over. I try to think of different ways to expel the evil from this room, but I am suddenly being pulled towards it, as if by a rope coming out of my stomach. There is a tugging sensation and I cannot fight it...it is not physical...it is spiritual. I feel myself separate from my body and float into the blackness. I am completely overcome with the darkness and feel myself become filled with that same rage, that evilness, that hate...and everything goes black. I wake up crying.

In my dream last night I found myself in my old house, in the basement, which is a common place for me to be in dreams. I walk over to my bedroom, completely forgetting that I had sworn never ever to go back there. Forgetting that it was inhabited by the most evil demonic spirit hell bent on torturing me. I open the door and immediately it slams back shut, but it slams on my fingers. Four fingers of my right hand are caught in the door. It all comes flooding back to me, the evilness that exists in there. I become terrified. I'm pulling my hand as hard as I can but I can't get it out. The door won't budge. It's only a matter of time before the evilness opens the door and sucks me in, and then I will be trapped in there again with it. I am absolutely panicked. I consider cutting my hand off, but I don't have a knife. I pull so hard that my fingers start to rip off. The door opens and I fall backwards. Hovering in the doorway is the darkness. I get up and run as fast as I can. But the evil pulls at me like a magnet. It pulls at my spirit, my soul. I feel myself start to get disconnected from my body...because my body continues to run away. I focus on staying inside myself, and get up the stairs. I find a bottle of holy water and spray it everywhere. I dump it out forming a circle around me. My little dog is near my feet. I grab him and toss him into the empty bedroom beside me, hoping to keep him safe. Then I see...something...crawling it's way to the top of the stairs. She looks like the little girl from the Exorcist. I knew this wasn't the evilness, it was just something that manifested out of it. Like a side effect. This girl did not frighten me even though she looked very scary. But after that evil, it would take much more to frighten me. She tries to attack me but I grab her and shake her and I shout things that I cannot remember. Like, "look what you've done. Look what you've become. Now everyone can see the real you. Now you look on the outside how you are in the inside." I don't know what I was yelling or why. Then I threw her from me and she crumpled into a heap and took on the appearance of an angler fish. Demonic eyes and huge sharp teeth, amidst a black mass of clothing and tangled hair. It looked dead. I knew the evil was still in the house, in my room, so I left the house.

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Creepy crawler

6/2/10

I am laying in my living room it is dark and when I look down I am laying on someone's abdomen. It is dark but small light creeping out of my bathroom door is just giving me enough to see things a bit dim. So I am laying on someone's abs and it is not warm at all. I am a bit scared and run my fingers trying to see if it was a person or just some object that I am mistaking for a person. So I slowly look up and this head pops up I can see the smile in it's face but can't see any eyes just the dark area where it is smiling. I got scared and moved back.. and when I moved back I noticed it is quite small.. but had a big chest area. So I immediately stand on my legs and to my horror this creature crawls on it's back giving me that horrible grin .. how someone would crawl across the floor on all fours it was doing it but on it's back and wasn't using it's legs. It crawled quickly to the back room and it was extremely pale and shiny. It passes the light from the crack of the door from my bathroom and I am horrified.. out of no where I get so pissed off I start running after it stomping my feet. I don't know why but from what I understand I was very scared and it turned to anger. I hear it talking in one of the bedroom but I freaked myself out that I woke up..
I am laying in my bed with sheets pulled over my legs and this man is laying across my legs too.. he is propped up on his elbow casual.. pale and I see he has no shirt on hairy bearded man and he turns to me quickly saying " are you asleep too?" .. I woke up again and realized I finally woke up from a dream into another dream.. basically had a dream after a dream and woke up finally..
Weird ass dream scared the crap out of me..
Nothing out of the ordinary today.. told a friend about my dream who told me he had a dream about a bearded pale man years ago which he remembered because his dream felt so real..
I disregard what he said because I don't want to think about it..

Weird.

I'm drinking. A lot. At a bar. I'm wondering if it's Saturday night and I missed the meetup with Vicki. I see Matt and Jen from High School on the other side of the bar, and debate over whether I want to talk to them. I've been drinking things like rum and coke all night, and now I've moved onto Pinot Gris. I guess. It tastes like champagne.

I'm in the backyard of the Ixburg Inn, having been ordered to clean up the scaffolding houses by my dad. I notice movement in another yard, a brief dark flash. I watch the roof of a nearby building for another sign of it. There's a dirtbiker up there. My mom and I watch him ramp from that roof an impossible distance over the highway. He lands badly, but that was supposed to happen. He's fine.

At a fair, I argue with Gus about something. I'm Shawn Spencer, and my dad (Henry) is around, too. The fair has a layout suspiciously similar to the backyard I was just in.

As myself, I put the truck in park, turn off the ignition, and raise my hands slowly. I'm turning toward the man in the passenger seat, who is happily delivering his Hannibal Lecture while pointing a gun at me. It's a revolver, I notice.



He explains to me that the time I was born can be flipped backwards to show the time it is right now. "You see," he says to me, "This time is the antithesis of your birth."

"Yes, that's very poetic."

I'm ordered out of the truck. I keep my hands up as I follow his orders, stepping onto the green grass in the backyard of my house. I know that there are kids inside the house, quite possibly my cousins. At this point in the dream, though, I think they might be mine.

I try to bargain with the man, but I know that he's going to kill me. If I resist, he says he'll kill everyone inside, but I can't be sure that he won't do that anyway. We circle each other over the grass. The man tells me that these bullets were specially made for me.

Don't I feel special.

The gun wavers for a moment, and I take my chance. I lash out with a kick to his wrist, then grab for the gun. I pick it up and aim at my tormentor. He raises his hands and grins, daring me to do it.

I can't. I empty the revolver of the gold bullets. They spill to the ground, and I scramble for the six of them. I stumble backward as the man laughs. I step inside, latching the glass patio door behind me.

"Go downstairs," I order my cousins. "Get one of the adults to call 911. Ask for police!" I shout at their retreating backs. I move through the house, locking and bolting the other two doors shut.

"So..." says my uncle, "We're safe as long as we don't go outside."

I consider the patio door, how easily the man could get in. "We're safe." I lie.

"Wait," I say after a beat, "Has anyone called 911?"

I curse and grab for the nearest black portable phone. I dial three numbers. "Hello, I need police at -" Silence on the other end. I glance at the display and read 901. Great. I'm wandering down the stairs at this point, redialling the number repeatedly to no effect. I see a flash of the man, laughing. I consider that he might have cut the phone lines.

"Does anyone have a cell phone?" I shout into the basement, frustrated and panicking. I begin redialling numbers on a blackberry no one gave me. 090. 901. 109. 119. My frustration reaches a peak -

And I realize that this is always what happens in dreams. I look up the stairs to the side door, reasoning that I fell asleep in my bedroom and there's no way I could actually be here. I walk up the stairs, touching things (the bannister, the wall), feeling the texture in order to solidify the dream. I'm worried about waking up. I unlock the door, open it. When I step outside, it's dark, and there's a layer of snow on the damp ground.

I move toward the street, making footprints as I go. I look up to the night sky, which is clear and filled with stars.

"Go to the moon," I whisper aloud. "Go to the moon."

I stretch a hand out in front of me, willing a portal to open, for something to happen. A pulse radiates outward from my hand, blurring everything briefly and circling behind me. I can still see the stars. The dream dissolves.

I'm in some kind of afterlife realm, filled with ribbons and people and flying. I'm attached to the colour yellow, which I hate. I try flying, but can only achieve a delayed falling effect.

LG's Got a Gun. Scare Facter: 4.5. Reaction: Lucidity!

I did the faux-math LG was trying to tell me about. Apparently I'm supposed to die next week. Saturday-ish.[/QUOTE]

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Deadly Iguanas

Date: 5/14/10

We arrive at a resort and were pretty much excited. It was outdoors and we were going to stay in a wooden cottage/cabin. So here we are inside and I am checking the place out there is a dinning area above a few short steps and the front door. I noticed these small iguanas around us and figured it was quite common to see some outdoor creatures since we were outdoors. They are running around. I saw a medium sized one almost 2 feet long and it was trying to hit my daughter with it's tail. So I walked over and tried to remove it because it was persistent at hitting her with it's tail and I didn't want it to catch her in the eye. I went to grab it and all of it sudden it leaped at me digging it's sharp teeth into my hand. It caught me on the first knuckle to my pointer finger and every time I attempted to get it off it dug deeper. I was screaming and my husband came over and began opening it's mouth forcefully breaking it's jaw killing the reptile. I have blood of the dead creature on me as well as my own so I go to wash my hand. I can see the deep puncture marks and every time I made a fist it opened these gashes more revealing the deep wounds I had. My hand was stinging and I was in pain.
I began to notice more of these iguanas were entering our cabin one of them was on the wall in leaping mode and sure enough it did hissing. We quickly moved out the way and it leaped at us again. I had to protect my daughters one being a toddler.
My husband grabs one of these reptiles and snaps it's neck in half.. I didn't feel bad but a sense of relief because these things were trying to attack us and I just didn't feel any remorse for them. He did this a few times killing some but more were coming. We grabbed machetes.. don't know how they got there but they were available to us.
We began killing them off as some were leaping to attack and others were running away. My husband goes up the stairs and see more on the dinning room table some were mating. One leaped for him and he killed it instantly.
There were bb guns upstairs and I even gave one to my daughter to use and we began to use them against these attacking reptiles. Eventually we kill most off and we don't see anymore in the cabin. The front door opens and the people who I guess run the place began praising us. Telling us the spirit was with us protecting against the evil that was against us. The sun from outside had lit the room and I had never been so happier to see sunlight .. we got out of there leaving the bad experience behind us.

I woke up

I was going through some old dream journals and thought I'd type up a couple for reference. The first dream occurred shortly after I heard that my family had been in a minor car accident. Everyone was fine. Well, except for the wildlife involved.

August 2009

I'm rock climbing at the local crag (but in a different city) when I get the call. Mom hands the phone off to a grief counsellor or something. She tells me that my dad has passed away, but do I want to see my huge birthday cake? Hey, do I want to have the phone held up to the body's ear so I can talk to him? I'm watching the head get cut off of the body, presumably having to do with cremation. I close my eyes, nauseous.

Scrambling down a steep trail now, made of granite and overgrown with tree roots. I'm thrown into what seems like a very vivid memory on top of the dream I'm in. I'm a black man in South Africa, and I'm brandishing a knife, trying to fend off two men who attacked my wife.


Except with roots.

My dream-ego, still looking on from the first dream, hopes that I'm not going to hurt anyone.

My strike goes wide, and I injure my wife instead, watching with horror as her blood spills to the red ground. She's dead so, so quickly. Our local equivalent of a doctor appears, and she tries to slice my wife's body down from the roots that are binding her, thinking she might still be able to save her. She won't. Our son! Our son us still here. I take him and run.

Mortality. Scare Factor: 8. I remember chalking up this one as "The Nightmare of 2009".

I didn't remember the dream until I read about it though. It's not quite so scary when I remember "Dad's fine; I saw him yesterday."

Within the dream, the dream-within-the-dream was a memory of a previous life. It was so vivid, I practically felt the same way when I woke up.

February, 2010

It's been a long night. I'm standing in a creepy, unfinished basement and a group of college student survivalists have been spouting horror movie cliches at every opportunity.

"You can't touch the jelly sandwich," the de-facto leader explains. "It keeps all the other food good. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," I say cheerily. I'm stealing from Spongebob Squarepants' logic. "Makes sense."

"No," he says, with a long-suffering sigh, "It really, really doesn't." He wanders away, morosely, muttering about crazy people. I briefly consider being a character that this guy is dreaming.

I go looking for food. I sit in the kitchen with my mom, even if she is upset about the potted plant sitting in the corner that looks like a tiger lily and is apparently called a "papyrus". At this point, I begin to tell her about the metaphors and symbolism in our current environment.

"The jellybean sandwich in the storage room is, apparently, there to keep all the other food from going bad, and the 'papyrus' is there because... you have really bad taste in fonts in real life."

"In real life?"

"Well, obviously this is a dream."

"You think so?"

"If it's not, tell me where these objects," I gesture at the flower, "Are located in your real house. Everything keeps shifting here."

The woman sitting across the table from me looks down, fighting to keep a grin off her face. She starts to laugh, and then to cackle madly. Shift. I'm standing near the door and she faces me from a few feet away. Her empty eye sockets are stuffed with bandages.

"Let me guess," I say, "You're my Other Mother."

She doesn't reply, but steps toward me. I wind back my left hand for a punch, but I'm moving so slowly.

The woman is moving in real time, and she takes another step, relaxed and confident. The punch doesn't connect. As she reaches for my throat, I desperately dig my fingers into her eye-sockets. There are teeth.

Everything is going black, facial features are twisting, and the only thing I can distinguish anymore is pain.

Shift.

I'm sitting on a deck, petting a stray cat that's wandered into the yard. Can I wake up now?

Shift.

"That rice is leftover from last night. And it's in front," Oma says helpfully, as I rummage through her fridge. I blink.

"Really?" I say, holding the plastic container. "You want me to eat this? Specifically?" I poke at the overabundance of soy sauce with a spoon. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?"

Spring 2008

I'm in my grandmother's old office. Shift. It's dark, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, frightening living statues made of shadow... twisted, slender, lethal. I want to remember them when I wake up, because they're mine.

The office space gives way, and I'm in the basement of my old house. I'm waking up, still surrounded by the last traces of my shadow-creatures. I'm trying to remember them, listing their traits aloud. Onyx. Jet. Shadow. Cat-like, bat-like, tribal, sharp, angular. They wouldn't have been out of place on a tattoo, if they weren't so real, so dynamic.

I hear a scream.

From upstairs. My mother? Why am I in the basement? Everything is hazy and dream, and my reactions are sluggish. I stumble through the basement and away from my dream-room. I reach the base of the stairs, which, oddly, are not located where they should be. The only light is coming from upstairs. I look up. There is a man standing there.

He's old, unremarkable. I wouldn't recognize his features if I saw him now. He's small, but not in any particular way. Not overly short, not overly skinny.

There was a scream from upstairs, but now, it's all about me. Because the man is stepping down stairs toward me, and I'm just standing there. There's no screaming - it's so quiet - and I couldn't move if I wanted to. And I want to move.

I'm rooted to the spot, affixed by an unbreakable bond to the dreamscape. I can't flex my muscles or flail, because it's not about my feet. I am stuck, immobile, immovable.

And the old man is walking down the stairs, unremarkably. Not sinister or threatening, but I need to get away. Because something horrible is about to happen.

And he reaches the base of the stairs and I haven't moved because I can't, although this is my last chance to rush him, to push past him onto the bare wooden steps.

He's standing in front of me, and of all my will, the only thing I can do is push two words past my lips, "No, please" and it's barely more than a whisper, because nothing's moving, and I haven't thought about drawing breath.

And the old man looks at me, his expression unremarkably pleasant. He places his hand on my forearm -

End.

First Appearances. Scare Factor: 9.

I'm not sure what it was about the dream that freaked me out so much. But I couldn't be alone in my apartment once I woke up. Not in the dark. It was something like five in the morning, and the Tim Hortons beside the building was open. I threw on clothes and nearly flew down the stairs. I ordered a hot chocolate, and a bagel, and sat with my back to a wall where I could see every exit, I and waited for the sun to come up.

Had a pretty good night as far as dreams. A lot of sexual dreams O_O and an almost successful DEILD.

DEILD:
had my alarm set to go off around 6 am. The alarm goes off for 10 seconds and says YOUR DREAMING... YOUR DREAMING... DONT MOVE...DONT MOVE before it goes off.

I hear the alarm, keep my eyes closed, and within one minuite hear the familiar wind blowing in my ears. It stops and I try to imagine a dream scene unfold. Nothing happens. eventually just fall asleep. What I forgot was... back in the day when I did this almost every morning, the wind stopping meant I was already in the dream and that I can open my eyes and do a RC. Oops

Walk:
My cousin came over and told me we were going to the Bahamas. I went to go to a storage unit to find some stuff for the trip. I found some shoes with poop on them and a couple other crappy things. Was in my neighborhood walking my dog. I had that feeling of being followed or watched. I started going home when for some reason i went up some stairs and into someones house. They freaked out and I apologized and said I had no idea why I came into their house. The owner said "Hey, by the way.. thanks for the hotdog grilling machine!!" I started running back home because I felt as if someone or something was chasing me. My dog Bella was walking really slow and I kept pulling her.

Lindsey:
This is kind of a sex dream.
Was with my first girlfriend Lindsey. We went into my room and I asked her for a bj. She said she wanted to but that we should go to my restaurant first. We go there and I find a pillow to hide her while she was doing it. She was about to give me head when she suddenly spits and says I taste gross and that I should wash myself off. I tell her to go wait in the car and I would wash myself and finish the beer on the table. I remember a lot of people at the resturant were watching us.

Orgy/party:
This one was after I slept for about 10 hours. Super vivid and real hahaha
There was some massive event in downtown bellevue where everyone was partying. I drove over and found it 100% packed with college students like me getting wasted. I drive over to my dads old condo and park. There are people doing crazy things and drinking in the parking lot. I meter maid comes over and checks my car. I am kind of worried but I remember that it was guest parking and there was nothing he could do about it.
I call my friend michael and tell him how crazy it was and he told me he hasn't even left his place yet! I started walking around and decided to go to the mall while I wait for him. There are people drinking all over the streets and no cars can move. I walk and end up seeing my friend Ruby there. She joins me and we start walking back to my dads condo.
I lay on the bed with her at the condo and we wait for michael. There is action going on in the hall and I told her I would be right back, I wanted to try something crazy. I see some girls looking at me near a closet. I say to one of them "want to go in the closet and mess around?" She starts following me, but when I look back its a guy. He freaks out and goes over to ruby (crazy but as I am writing this I start to remember another dream I had.. it was just a flash.. now its gone ) and tells her I am a creep. I get pissed off and kick him off the bed. He flys into the wall and almost breaks it. he gets up and leaves.
We are still waiting for michael. We start to cuddle, but are really jumpy because ruby is kind of michaels girl. He finally comes in and sits on the bed. He randomly makes out with the guy I kicked off the bed and I kind of freak out. Then two girls start to makeout because michael made out with a guy. Ruby comes over and sort of makes out with me. Another girl gets on the bed and pulls me over to make out with her. We end up on the floor and she pushes me to two other girls and all four of us make out. I isolate one of the girls and start making out with her. I wake up happy

I was sitting down on the carpet in the freshmen center of our school. There were combination locks on the ground. I was trying to solve them because on each one of them the middle number was missing and it was my job to figure out the missing combos. However, each combination lock also had a sound clip embedded in the back of it.

As I was sitting in front of one of my old teacher's doors, I listening to a sound clip.

Thump, Thump, Thump...

It was the sound of a beating heart. I continued to listen carefully and the heart beat grew irregular. I heard the sounds of a teacher yelling, telling them to let the student die. He was killing her.

I looked up at the teacher in the classroom. He was sitting at his desk. He was the same teacher from the same sound clip. He looked up and stared into my eyes as my facial expression turned to fear and disgust. He quickly realized what I knew and bolted from his chair and began to chase me. I attempted to make a run for it out the door but I was instantly put into a psychological bind. I collapsed to the floor as I shook with regret and fear. I dug my fingernails into the floor, trying to escape the bind. My friend Joe saw me, and tried to shake me out of the spell but I only screamed louder...