nightmare

I don't remember much of last night's dreams. I keep waking up overheated, which I don't think is helping me.

I just remember that I was somewhere sort of like an old apartment I lived in in my old hometown, and my mother was extremely angry about something... something to do with a window... and I was really scared and woke up yelling.

Then I went back to sleep, and I don't remember anything else.

LUCID NON-LUCID NOTES

FRAGMENT 01: Some odd lady came up to me and slashed my neck with a dual bladed knife, she told me that is wasn't welcomed in this world and that I should never ever come back, and if I did she'd kill me. NOTES: I was in a place where the was absolutely nothing at all, just a big blank white area and it seemed to go on forever

Dreamed I was being sedated so people could "train" at doing it... There were people reclining in a long row with their heads wrapped in white gauze, and theur clothes were all completely white. The whole thing was very brightly lit and felt very sterile. Watched a woman - a pretty brunette with an oval face - be partially sedated and then her head was wrapped in gauze and syringes were inserted into her face really close to her eyes in a way that made me cringe. I didn't know how much of it you would feel. Then I was next... But it was some kind of ruse and they were actually planning on killing me or something. But they couldn't completely sedate me, which was a huge problem with their plan.

That's all I remember.

Then, I just remembered a fragment of a dream i had months ago. I was walking through a city with two male acquaintances, both pretty tall. Both of them worked for Amazon as tech people. We kept walking by alleys that smelled horrible, like full dumpsters and raw sewage. At one point I lost them and had to cut through one of those horrible alleys to catch up. It was between 2 tall brown brick buildings and paved with uneven bricks, and just generally gross. I think it was kind of raining, too.

I was panicking about losing them was because they were my roommates, I had just rented the room, and I didn't know the address of the house, even though I knew it was nearby (at the end of a cul-de-sac). I had the key, but no clue where it was, and I was freaking out about never being able to find it - at least, for tonight - and having nowhere to sleep. I didn't have their phone numbers, either, so I had no way to contact them.

I came out at a place that was a border between thick downtown development and a suburb. At that point, the sky was clear and it was nice and sunny. I went up and down the street until I finally found the two of them.

I recall calling my mother because I was upset and freaking out. She sounded sympathetic but exasperated by how irresponsible I was.

The house was messy... White siding, poorly painted white door that was a little warped - the yard was passable, with green grass but not well maintained. Lots of natural lighting in the living room.

Anyway, the guys told me how to get there. After getting slightly lost, I found my way there.

Bedtime: 11 pm, did meditation before bed, eat early so not that full stomach, daytime awareness decent. did some visualization of my previous lucid dreams
had problems falling asleep (needed like 1-1.5h till fall asleep) unusual but maybe fullmoon maybe because i did an hour nap at afternoon.

-"Nightmare" or better say unpleasant dream:
in a room. some bananas on the table/ground. a big black-yellow spider comes from them and runs and jumps around. switches the room. i lock the first so it cant go back. i run after it and in the next room. a hell lot of plants (bananaplants?) i dont find the spider. think about putting something yellow on the ground so the spider comes and wants to hide there? a couch with some friends sitting. i talk to them and see 2 or 3 spiders right behind a friend. tell her not to move and want to approach her. suddenly i feel a spider on my left foot. i scream and wake up.

--> not super nightmarish like awake with high heartbeat and all sweaty but i normally dont have this kind of dreams.

-FA: i look at the clock and see its 6am (need to get up at 7am) so i decide no try to get lucid because i want to sleep. wake up afterwards and see its 4:40... damn

-FA: i stand up and look at my hand. it is a little blurry but i think its because my eyes are tired. i look closer and count fingers. there are five. so i am "awake" NLD

-LD:
i am at a small store. i go some stairs down and see some muffins. i wonder if xy has baked them. i look at my hands but they look pretty normal. i do a noseplug but very little air comes thru. this time i not led up and think about how i could prove now if i am dreaming or not. i look outside at a stores sign. i look three times and everytime a completely different word is standing there. i smile and feel happy and tell J "wow i am still dreaming" and start flying slowly away. i levitate/fly thru the street and meet another friend. i fly on my back and ask her how she is. i keep flying some feet stop and remember i want to summon my roommate. i try the hand behind back technique but it seems that i have the wrong mindset i am not impatient and only feel my hand entangle in my jacket. i think shortly and decide that i sure will find him in the store i left because there where other friends of mine to. i go there and he is not there i call his name and in this moment he runs down some stairs and jumps on the street saing "Tadaaaa" everyone is happy to see him and wants something of him. i go to him and make him clear that i want to talk to him alone. he jumps on my back and i want to start flying (obviously i dont belief he can fly on his own ) i start and he falls down. i help him up and tell him to hold tighter. we try again and slowly i rise. i tell myself that its not more difficult to fly than alone but still we are pretty slowly but steady. i fly on a roof where we stop and sit down.i rub my hands. i ask him if he wants some candy and have a big smile on my face because i want to do the summon out of the pocket move. i put both hands in my pockets and get out some candy plus a used tissue and a tissuepack. i put them away again and we continue talking. i notice that somehow i have some sweets in my mouth too but i dont mind because tasting will ground and stabilize the dream. i tell him how much i like him and tell him that he appear in atleast one dream every night. i ask him if he might help me get lucid next time when he appears in my dreams and i am not lucid. he dont get it and tells me we can rent a cottage and spend some time together there. i say ya cool but i dont mean that. i explain again. he nods careful and i dont think he really get it. atleast its not the reaction i wanted to hear. a guy is coming a rooftop next to us and rant something. L is asking if it is okay if we are on this rooftop and i tell him who cares this is my dream and if someone has a problem with it will see what he get right? i ask loud and the guy says something like hell yea! while we talking i look onto the horizon and see an explosion or something but without sound and a shock wave expanding and coming to us. i dont want the conversation to be interrupted and so i stretch my arm in the direction and put some will into so the wave stops right infront of the riverside. my roommate didnt notice anything because it happened behind his back. he climbs of the roof and wants back to the other guys. i think about run after him but then i decide that i want to try out t he blink eye teleportation (i incubated this scenario or this goal before sleep) i want to teleport to my room because i know it pretty good and can visualize it easily so this is a good start i think. i close my eyes and imagine my room with the bed on the left side, my table, my cupboard... i feel a slight falling backwards, open my eyes and i am lying in my bad with a pillow on my head (Daytimeresidue: i woke up before because my other roommate´s alarm was ringing for his work so i put a pillow on my head and fall asleep again). Its not the feeling of a FA. i know that i teleported. i do a short noseplug and i can breath completely free. i stand up, notice that i have my sleeping cloth on but i dont care, its a dream . i dont know what to do because i didnt incubate anything after the teleportation (kind of didnt tought it would work that easy) i think about jump out of my window for some action but i decide to explore the apartment. i go into the kitchen and notice that it looks different than usual. its dark so i want to turn on the light but it dont works. i dont care and go into my roommates room. he is doing some random movements with his hand like ti shi. i accidentally suprise or scare him and he rants shortly. i ask him if he cant remember that we where together some minutes ago. my alarm starts ringing and i try to build it into the dream and say to him hey your alarm is ringing but wake up some seconds after.

This was a very nice and aware lucid without worrys of waking up or instability. i needed this because the last 2 or 3 dreams i started to get a problem with thinking oh might this dream gets unstable or may i fall into the void and it always happens then... this time i was likE "this dream will last forever"
and teleportation is sooooo coool ! and the close eyes be somewhere else is very easy and fast way. its nice to see i dont have problems with closing my eyes in dream

Note:
- This dream may or may not have been inspired by the trailer for "The Gallows", but I feel that the general inspiration simply came from the name of the film.
- I can't think of anything different I did before bed, and I can't remember getting cold at any point, so I don't know why this horrible dream happened. Just stroke of luck I guess.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at my house. My parents and I are searching the house, and heading to look out the windows. We know that there's something wrong; that something terrible is happening. We all knew we were looking for a dead, hanging person. I thought they were going to be outside of a window, but I didn't see anything. That's when we went out onto the porch. It was a silent night, and pitch black. We didn't see anything. Then Dad turned on the spotlight.
There they were. Two, dead, pale, hanging corpses strung across the two largest trees in our yard on a thick, grey cable. We gasped, muttering fearful phrases to ourselves as shock overtook us. Chills ran up all of our spines, and the terror began to set in.
An omniscient "voice" told us (seemingly through our minds) that this was the beginning -- and that we would be the end. The bodies swayed in the breeze, cold and lifeless. We ran inside rather frantically. We didn't know what to do. We had to live, but knew we couldn't.

[The dream fragments...]

[Plot continues; change setting to behind house]:
We're running through a small path, looking for an escape we know we can't find. We look up and freeze. Hanging in the trees above was another thick, grey cable. There were two nooses ready for use, waiting patiently for a catch. We all freaked out.

[The dream fragments...]
There's something about my mom getting snatched, but it's very unclear. I get a sense things got better after that point... There was a ransom, some negotiation.

[Plot ends; change setting to bus]:
So I'm on this bus, and I know I'm in Speed, but I think I was taking the role of Sandra Bullock... not sure. However, I forgot the rest.

[Wake up]

I'm back at my old workplace at the gas station talking to a friend there before I start the night shift. There is a rock climbing wall where the soda machine was, I mention if he's into that stuff still as I climb up the wall a little. He says he mostly into parkour. I'm about to mention a friend of mine who's also into wallclimbing but ramble on about a how I know him and never get to the end of my story. Customers rush in and I have to start serving them.

They are all middle-aged and obnoxiously drunk. The familiar stress of so many people vying for my attention. I do my best to serve them and my co-worker friend disappears. There are too many of them and they get behind the counter, drunk and not carrying. This aggravates me until I reach my breaking point and yell out for everyone to get out. They all laugh and ignore me. This makes me very angry and I stare at them with contempt and rage and they eventually leave. One middle-aged woman turns and comes back just to spite me, smiling a drunk smile. I yell at her but she does not react. I charge at her and she still refuses to move. I stop right in front of her. With contempt, I tell her I pity her and turn around. As I do she fakes that I hit her and she falls on the ground under a table. I turn around, knowing what she's up to, and not wanting any misunderstandings with anyone else. I jab her with my finger in the side and she jolts up. I sigh and go away.

Back at the counter I see two of my friends, what a relief. They are dressed as rockabillies, slicked hair and leather jackets. I greet them and tell them it's the same stuff as usual. They are with to Swedish speaking girls. I try to speak Swedish but it sounds absolutely ridiculous. We all laugh as I try to pronounce the price of their purchases. One of my friends tries to get me through a hoop of rope. As my feet go through it knocks a blueberry plate unto the ground from a table, my sister is sad at it breaking. Can it be replaced?

I wake up, write the dream down and try to float into sleep gently. See hypnogogic images of melting cubic people and people with only single numbers carved into their heads as faces.

Walking down a crowded alley of a tightly built European city. The buildings rise up on either side, shading the streets below. I'm with two French or Dutch couples. They talk about a magic powder they have smuggled. I get water as they all order pizza, one of the woman looks at me with disdain.

I'm in front of Big Ben in London, a cloudy day. I see graffiti all over a double-decked bus except it's an ad for fast food. Is it the magic powder showing me the real state of the world? That ads are graffiti by companies?!

I see a booth in the road, a warlock works in it, an old British man, who punishes people who break rules. If someone comes late to work, he punishes them by locking them up in his shack. "If you're late, you do time."

There is a Vice City-style shootout. People in the house are all dead. I'm confused... Have I done this? Oh God, what am I going to do? I see three people I know gunned down on the floor in different rooms of the cluttered house in the city, two cats also lie motionlessly on the ground. I worry, thinking of what I've done and what is going to happen to me. I walk down and see the cats, they still seem to be faintly breathing. I try to pick one up, it's in pain, I don't know how to hold it. I have to get it help. Doing that will show everyone what I've done. What have I done? What can I do?

I look around to see if someone else is breathing or moving, no one is. I try to get used to the fact that everything is going to end. Two other friends enter the house, sitting down by a few steps, haven't they noticed what has happened? When will they and what will they do?

So In real life I got up with my boyfriend to see him off to work since he goes to work early. I laid back down and fell asleep. We've been together over a year and a half. We are in a very happy relationship. He doesn't text other girls and had no contact with ex's.

Most of my dream was me wandering around my old Highschool. Not much went on. Then I started hearing my boyfriends voice. Everything was druggy and blurry as if I was actually waking up from my dream. I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend getting out of his work clothes and into some nice new clothes I hadn't seen before. I popped up out of bed and followed him out to the work truck where I got in the passenger side. We started having sex but he was still driving. I asked him why he was dressed up and not in his work clothes. Immediately he gavee this 'I don't want to tell you look.' I called my boyfriend's name and he told me he's going to his Highschool friends wedding. A girls wedding. I was fine with that. I was like "that's sweet! What time is it? I don't have to work until the evening." Again that look.

"There's more?"

"I don't want to tell you. You'll get mad."

I stopped sex and grabbed his penis with my hand pulling it out of me.

"I'm already getting mad. Tell me or I'm going to assume the worst. Are you going with a girl?"

His silence and facial expression answered that question.

"Okay." Trying to stay calm. "That's fine. Then why can't your wife (in real life we call each other husband and wife as we are planning on getting married in a year and a half) come with you and this 'girl'?"

"<my name> it's complicated. There's nothing going on between us. It's just we were all best of friends in Highschool and she wanted to go with me."

"Best of friends? Why haven't you ever talked about Either of them with me in the past two years we've been together? You talk about your Highschool buddies all the time. Is this girl an Ex or something?"

"....it was a long time ago. I promise nothing is going on."

We drive up a hill that is super steep and narrow.

"This isn't the way to the wedding." I told him cause I knew somehow. I knew on the other side was only a drop down, but there might be a space to turn around. Instead my bf backs up and we fall of the cliff and land on all four wheels back on the ground. We continue driving.

"So let me get this straight. You and your ex are going to a wedding and I'm not invited?"

"She asked for it just to be the two of us. It is was our thing in Highschool."
I'm furious and considering calling someone to pick me up. Now we are walking. Near houses with cats and little kids playing.

"Angel I promise nothing is going on. It's all going to be okay."

"Oh yes. It's going to be." Picks up a box of stuff and throws it behind me. "Perfectly okay. No I'm not upset at all that the LOVE OF MY LIFE is choosing to please an ex over his FUTURE WIFE." Dripping with sarcasm. Going through a tight spaces. A family eating dinner. Bf accidentally drives over kids bike.

"Way to go hon. You ran over a kids bike."

"It's because I'm paying too much attention listening to you bite my ear off."

Now we are walking in the middle of playing children. My bf is pushing a stroller and I am walking up a barren mountain a little in front of him.

"You know what... That's fine. Have fun with your ex." He calls my name in a tone that makes me feel like I'm being over the top, but I'm so mad I can't calm down.

"This is normal. People go to weddings together all the time. It doesn't mean anything."

I don't say anything and keep walking up the hill trying not to cry. I start asking myself if it really is normal and my way of life is the one that's not normal, but I keep walking.

So the only thing I remembered last night was I was walking through a forest, and suddenly became lucid out of nowhere. Being thankful of this fact, I got on the ground and started to stabilize the dream by feeling the grass and dirt, and sifting through the individual grains between my fingers. I also began talking to some dream characters. After I settled down, I thought what would be cool to try, so I attempted to create a tiny hill by visualizing the ground slowly moving up. After failing the attempt I sort of felt defeated and tried to do something else and tried to move a tiny stick on the ground using telekinesis, but I also failed at this as well. Getting frustrated with not being able to do anything I tried to start flying because I remembered as a kid being able to do so, but I was completely surprised when I discovered I could not fly anymore either. I started to feel ashamed at myself and that's when I noticed that the forest started to become darker and the trees started disappearing until I was in a dark void.

I immediately began to fall through the void at a fast speed and I hit some kind of invisible ground in the void. I heard a voice that sounded like mine and it told me to stop trying to control the dream because I don't deserve to and I've made him angry by doing so. He said I was pathetic at trying and I'll never be given control. I then suddenly felt extreme panic and chaos and I heard screaming and I started to crouch down in a fetal position and started to cry as I felt more and more in desperation for whatever reason.

I then woke up and felt like crap for the entire day.

I had this dream over 12 hours ago so its not the best it could be. I just remember the really odd stuff.
I remember my dad being really hyper and smiling and giving me a hug then as i pull away he smiles and says he is going to stab me and pretends to stab my back. He seemed so happy and he was smiling. Very hyper which is not normal at all for my dad. Then i remember me and my grandpa talking about my dad and my grandpa said it was a shame that he was on meth. I dont know a lot about meth but to me at the time it made perfect sence Then I remember spending the next two days in my room planing to escape and I did. I was walking into town (i live out of town) except my town seemed very primitive. I saw this girl that i talk to and she asked what i was doing and i told her running away and she said that i could stay at her house and i was going to until this guy that flirts with me and use to be friends with walked up to me and said i could stay at his house and i thought good i could go smoke some weed although i dont even smoke weed.
And i cant remember the rest other than i was driving and didnt go to his houses and i went shopping????

Thank you in advance for reading the post, and taking a moment to reply with a helpful answer to my recent nightmare.

Last night, I went to bed very early, as I wasn't feeling well. I felt like I began to start dreaming soon after, which now is very difficult to recall specific events. What I do recall is the overall theme of the dream, which started out with non-threatening paranormal activities happening in my dream. By this, I mean that things were happening in my dream, like objects floating, but I wasn't being attacked by any entity. The first part of the dream, that I can recall, was meeting a family, and I was talking with them at their home. From here, I began hearing things in their home, which is where it gets blurry. I don't recall what exactly the sounds were, but I do remember trying to find out what it was. At some point when trying to find out what the sounds were, I became the ghost, in which I began playing tricks on the family. Many times after this point, I began waking up, to either go to the bathroom, or rolling around because my back was aching. I could not get out of the dream, and each time I fell asleep again (or continued to be asleep), I started the dream from where I left off. I remember, one time when getting up late in the dream, and thinking that this dream has broken me down to a susceptible state of possession. In this, I mean that the dream continued along, in a way, that slowly began instilling anxiety and fear, and after becoming the ghost, I realized that this entire dream state could be meant as a means for a paranormal, or evil entity, trying to possess me. In my mind, it would be much more difficult for a demon, or ghost, to possess a strong and healthy minded person. In breaking down someone emotionally, it could cause a person to be vulnerable, and susceptible, for an entity to possess it.

After the dream became more intense, and in one of my wakeful moments (bathroom breaks , I started hearing noises downstairs. I have two kids who are bunked together in a room below me and my wife's. One is three and the other is two. In hearing the noises, like something was moving, or banging against the wall, I was too frightened to move. In forcing myself to think I dreamed the noise, I closed my eyes. Right after, my three year old son was on the far side of the bed (near my wife), and was trying to climb up the bed. My son told me that he saw a ghost, and that he came up because he was scared. As you can imagine, I was struck with fear, and the realization that something wasn’t right. I assured him that it was just a bad dream, and had him sleep with me and my wife for a little while. My wife briefly woke up when my son came to bed, but I remember not telling her, because I knew it would scare both of us into a sleepless night. Additionally, she gets up to feed our newborn, which I surely wouldn’t want her terrified alone.

The night passed, and my wife woke me up early. She said that she was scared to go downstairs, because the door to the garage door was opened, and the light in the garage was on (our living room is connected to the garage). I woke up, and checked it out, but nothing was found. After this event, I stayed up, and decided to get ready for work earlier. I sat down on the couch, with my wife, and said I had to tell her something that scared me last night. I explained the above, and in addition, she recalled a paranormal nightmare as well. She rarely has nightmares, and if she does, they are falling dreams.

A few minutes later, my two sons came downstairs, and I talked to my three year old about what he saw last night. He described that he saw a lion (this is what he calls shadows on the wall). In pursuing this, I asked if the lion (shadow) tried to come up to his bed. His answer was no. I asked if it tried to come into our other son’s bed. His answer was the same. He said that it just scared him, and that’s why he came to bed with us. I left it at that, and many hours later, I’m writing this post.

The obvious question. Is this just a series of coincidental events, within the same night, or is there something to worry about? I personally have ghost dreams, on average, once per month. So, with that said, I wouldn’t be startled if it was just a ghost dream of mine. What I find odd, is the fact that I couldn’t escape the dream, and I started off where I left off after going back to bed each time. Additionally, how would my son have a similar nightmare, the same night, as well as my wife? My son has only ever said something like this one or two other times, and my wife never recalls ghost dreams. Lastly, the door and the garage light alone is enough to disturb anyone.

Again, thanks for reading this, and I’m interested in hearing your input/thoughts.

I'm no stranger to grotesque nightmares, and last night was one of those weird ones...

My dad, brother, some stranger, and I were all sitting in this newly renovated house. High ceilings, hardwood floors, white walls, and brand new furniture. I can't remember why we were all there, but I kind of remember looking at this house as a possibility for a new home for me, my brother, and my dad, and the unknown man might have been the previous owner or one who was selling the house. We were all sitting in the living room, which was at ground level connected to the kitchen and had a large window making up most of the outside facing wall. We were all chatting when, all of a sudden, the previous owner (a tall, dark haired man with glasses) started frantically telling us about how this house is terribly haunted. (not such a good selling point).

Then we hear strange music, like jack-in-the-box music, coming from one of the bedrooms which also lead out to the kitchen. The man ran into the bedroom to retrieve an old Super Nintendo controller, not plugged into anything, yet it seemed to create this music. I was sitting on the carpet, with my back to the large window, facing the kitchen; I saw a floral pattern chair move on its own in the kitchen. I told my dad, who was sitting on the couch facing the large window. The air began to get thick and felt almost charged. I expressed to the others that we should REALLY get out of there. We all quickly proceeded to the door to find it covered around the frame by HUGE black spiders. Seriously, like spider bodies’ as big as my fist. I busted through the door with my dad and brother right behind me. We got out safely, the other man did not.

When I realized he didn't make it out, I immediately went to the large window looking into the living room. The man was panicked, frantic, trying his best to run to the door but something was keeping him in the room. He couldn't physically get out of the room. Then, the lights blew out, and the man was tossed about the room by an invisible force, like a rag doll. Then his body was stopped midair, he began to show cuts and wounds all over his body, he began to scream. I looked to the other side of the room, there standing in shadow, was a small girl, about the age of 11. Long dark hair to her waist, was staring at the man, with a devilish grin. Blood was oozing from her ears, eyes, and mouth yet she seemed to not be in any pain. She noticed I was watching the scene and looked me straight in the eye through the window, her own eyes shown only black pits. It was then I realized she was the one haunting the house, and causing the man pain. She then increased the man’s pain and torture, making his screams even louder. I was not lucid at any point in this dream, yet for some reason, I knew I could control the situation, or use some sort of power to help him. I stepped back from the window, put out my hands and forced my energy through the window and at the little girl/demon. It seemed to work for a time. I pushed her back; enough to make her hold on the man break, and his body fall to the floor. I continued my assault on the girl, trying every trick or power I could come up with. I knew that I just had to distract her long enough for the man to get to the door. I forced all my will and energy and made the girl’s head explode. I thought it was over. Then, as if someone pushed rewind, her head reconstructed itself; with a smile she continued her torture on the man. I kept trying; cutting off her head, slitting her throat, anything, but nothing took a lasting effect. I shouted to the man, “the moment I attack, run for the door!” I pulled out everything I could in that moment, but the man did not move. After my attempt he shouted back, “I can’t even move.” So angry and frustrated with my failed attempt, I screamed at the girl through the window, pounding my fists on the glass. I realized then that she had no concern for the man, and that her only goal was me. I then said, “She wants me, she’s trying to lure me in the house, knowing I can’t let that man die, knowing I would save him.” Her black eyes starring at me, never looking away. I turned away from the window, trying to think of a way to save the man. My dad, in awe of what he saw looked at me, “where did you learn that? Where did you gain that kind of power?” I couldn't answer and only looked away.
I woke up…

i was trapped in a room where i oouldnt get out 2 of my friends were there with me i was trying to move to no avail i was trying to keep moving but i was like stuck into a picture of myself in reality we were standing by a door wen it began then

at the end of the dream we were laying in a bed the same way we were standing up it was crazy i was trapped in a picture reality where i couldnt do anything it was like someone was jus staring at me from a far like ina museum of art

I was standing at the fridge of my grandmas old house minding my own business. With the fridge door open. Then something came behind me and grabed me. The feeling was intece. It felt like it was a dark force trying to over come me a feeling of helplessness.
I felt i needed to do somthing and i wasnt just going to let it do that to me. So then at the last secend I figured it was another attack. I knew it was somthing that I can over come doing that to me. I gathered my energy and busted out a flashing of light throughout my body. It let go and I woke up.

A fragment: Going to my redhead friend's parent's place. It's a grey day. I get there and see a mutual friend of ours is already waiting, doing some kind of work in the bathroom. I try to go around and knock on the back door so I don't disturb his parents. Right as I start to round the building his mom and dad come out the front door. It's a bit awkward. I see my mom is now there too, all our parents are there for some reason and they start to talk to each other.


I'm outside my old apartment, sky is grey. There is a tension in the air, as if something big and bad is about to happen. A war is on the horizon. I really hope they don't launch nukes. As I walk away, I scan the skies for missiles. I think I see an airplane, it makes me jumpy. Is there a nuke going above it? People are upset.

I'm in a plane, it's late at night and dark outside. I'm in the cockpit. The crew is silent and grim. The captain is trying to make sense of readings from the controls, I hear weird pings, a red glow. The nuclear war has started. Being in the air means we've been spared from the worst of the explosions. Where are we going to land? What are we going to do?

I'm in a metal shop. I've made it here with some survivors, an African-American woman with her young daughter, a bearded man and another young guy. We look up and see that the lights are still on, how long will they last? Surely the power plants are not going to last too long without workers or infrastructure, I think of how coal will not be able to be shipped at all. I look around and see some welding equipment, that will come in handy. As people get set up and huddle in a corner I try to get the MAG welder working. I pull on the trigger and line comes out and doesn't stop. I try to get the coiling line under control, have the nukes caused the machine to malfunction? The young guy comes and take the head of the welding gun and gets it under control.

I turn my head to the left and look outside the wide open sliding door of the shop. I see a bunch of grim, old, butch looking men there, all in their 40's with leather cuts. At first I'm glad more survivors have made their way here but as they enter I feel apprehensive. A guy that looks like Detective Munch from Law&Order comes in, he's also wearing a leather cut. I have this sense that he was a part of our group but left for the new one. They are a weird slaver cult of some kind and the only people who are afforded any rights are the men who earned a vest.

Munch has just gotten his and the power has gone to his head. He wants us to submit and offer the shop to the gang. I angrily yell that we are never going to hand it over to slavers. I go on a long rant about how he could possibly be part of a group like that? What if his children are not up to it to get a vest? How can he want to be a part of such an unequal society? He then proudly claims that men with vests are given all the best virgins and that they bear the best children, ones up for the cut, the vest. I berate him, saying that such a group is absolutely awful. He turns and leaves with the rest of the group.

I turn to the woman and her child. They are relieved that the men have left. There is an old woman with them, she too is relieved however I turn and tell her that they are going to come back and kill all of us and take the women as brides. Our time has come. A relief that comes with giving up washes over me.


I am with my best friend, we go to a large store near our childhood neighborhood. The sky is a purplish grey of setting sun. We enter and see another short friend of ours. We wave and say hi. He's in line for ice cream.

By the fruit section I see a gypsy man carrying an outlandishly large pile of bags on his head. There is even another guy clinging onto the pile, what strength. Next to me one gypsy man is about to lift up a massive pile onto his head. My arm suddenly shoots up and enters his armpit. Why did my arm do that? I feel a bit embarrassed as I walk off.

I see an envelope on an empty fruit stand. It is full of large bills, there must be thousands of euros in it. I'm tempted to take it but as I reach out for it I pull my hand back, it is surely someones money. My sister is next to me and get the attention of a man on the other side of the stand and tells him that the envelope is behind him. He tales it, relieved but looking at me suspiciously.

We get to the frozen section and my sister is about to get some frozen vegetables to fry up. I get the wok warmed up by the end of the aisle, I put oil in and it starts to fizzle right away. I didn't even have the time to chop up any garlic. What am I going to do with all this hot oil? I take out a bag of french fries and put them in. They start to cook beautifully. I take one out and it is almost perfect, a little cold. I walk away to my right, deeper into the dark store.


I'm in my old room from childhood, grey daylight shines from the windows. There is the old computer I had as a kid. What a rush of nostalgia. I'm with some childhood friends, they ask me to boot up a game. I put on a really old game from back in the day, one of those 8-bit classics. I then remember a really cool game and put on Grim Fandango and start to play the beginning, a dark alley. I turn and mention if anyone remembers Riven and I go on to say how much I loved Myst. I find the CD's to my right and hand them to my friends behind me. I quit the game and my friend cries out that he wants to know how Grim Fandango ends. I then continue to play the game,

I sink into the game and it's like a Simpsons version of GTA, shot from above. It's a the center of Springfield at night. Bart is on a rampage, stealing a car and driving over everything. He is then stopped by a cop but then as the cop gets out of his car and tries to apprehend him, Bart takes the cop car and keep on going. Bart is a lot more hardcore these days. He drives into Moe's tavern. It is now closed and abandoned, there is nothing inside but Lenny sitting alone.

Okay. So it started out like a normal dream- I was on a minecraft server, checking out my friend (pinknate4)'s builds. However, he wasn't there, so I just explored them with a different friend. Then I saw what Nate called his "Ultimate build". It was huge- Like a haunted mansion, but bigger. A while later, Nate and I met up on the server, so he could show me the big, black Ultimate Build. My mom was nervous, because this was the first time I had been over at a friends house (at this point, everything was irl (not iwl)) The bottom few floors were simple- places to hang out, and talk. But then, we went to the next couple of floors. He explained that we had to get through the next two floors and back down, and out of the building within 30 minutes- or it'd vaporize all living things in the entire house. It was totally like cube. In the next room, we were climbing in an attic. I think there was something we had to avoid... Well, anyways, We made our way back down alive. My mom was waiting outside. Later, I decided I wanted to explore it with Nate again. There was another, extra room added before the attic. Nate and I were- were- Toddlers! I was being pushed in a stroller, all the while being offered sweets. Nope, I know what they're trying to do. Anyways, the stroller makes its way into the kitchen. I crawl onto the counter before the old ladies realize what I'm trying to do- Plug in the three cords! First, I plugged in the first cord, into the right outlet above the stove. The old ladies realized it- and lemme tell you, they could kick some butt. They kept unplugging the cord right after I had plugged it in, going for the next one. It was frustrating. At one point, I finally plugged in the second one, and waited for the vent above the cupboards above the stove to open. But then I realized I'd plugged in the wrong cord. quickly pulled it out, plugging in the other one, which had an outlet on the ... What's it called? Base? Oh well, IDK, anyways, I plugged in the last cord, and heard the vent. I yelled for Nate, telling him I'd got the vent open, and then I started squeezing through the tiny vent. I realized I'd changed to the age/figure of a senior in high school, and that Nate had changed to an 8th grader. Or vice versa. Anyways, we got through, and found ourselves back outside. We were happy, and at this point, it was still a nice, adventurous dream. But then an MMD looking girl whose long, golden blonde hair formed a halo approached me. I knew she was an angel. In an airy voice, Like Fluttershy's, she said, "You should stop going into that house, it's possessed by demons" or something like that. I panicked. I couldn't believe I had been spending so much time in a demon house. Nate, not knowing it was possessed, invited a group of friends to explore the house with us. Except the 30 minute timer had started as soon as they walked in. "NO!! PLEASE, NO!" I tried to say, but no words came out of my mouth. NOO!! I was terrified- but then I appeared in a room with a whole bunch of blonde girls. My eyes skimmed the area, searching for the angel girl, but it was no use. She was gone. I saw a woman resembling my science teacher. She had trapped us in this pit. She didn't want us to escape or socialize, so she turned the pit into something that resembled one of those babies' motor skills toys- With rope going from side to side, diagonally, EVERYWHERE! There were small little areas, without any strings, that the woman held us in. I squeezed through a few strings to talk to an old couple. The old woman's passion was cooking, and she was holding a carton of Half-and-Half. We talked a bit. Then I tried to squeeze up a bit through some more rope to escape. But then the woman holding us here realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be, and got mad that I kept escaping. So she put a metal chain around my left foot, and chained the other part to a string. Luckily, before she noticed, I smuggled a whole bunch of tiny, 1cmx1cm papers. I think they were tickets. I struggled to escape, but I knew I was no match for the strength of the metal. I asked the woman what the tickets were. "Noo!" She said, "No, Give me those! Those are what give me my magic!" Or something like that. I hid them in my pants (lol). I found a way to remove the shackle, and squeezed up and away from the woman, through the ropes. It was too far away for the woman to see. There was an open window, and it was huge. There were a few other people, standing on the windowsill. They were staring down, at the ocean waves. But rather than crashing into the building we were in, they... is ramped a word? Well the waves "ramped" up the building (I hope that was correct grammar ). We kinda slid down the side of the building until we got to the wave. Then we let go, and let the wave carry us. Once I got to shore, I was gonna warn everyone. BUT I was also pretty hungry... So I went to a small place where you could buy ramen. By small, I mean like 3ft x 2ft at the most. "What do you want?" the man asked. "And make me look good, my boss is here". He pointed to a chubby guy sitting on a folding chair outside. Idk what I said, but it pissed him off, and he wanted to kill me. I ran to the ramen place next door, this one was bigger. I ran into the girls' bathroom. But the guy still followed me. We finally made peace, and I went to warn the town about the evil woman... Yeah. It was a long dream, and there were probably a couple of things that I missed, but that was most of it.