nightmare

Some dreams are like old, abandonned cemetary; old bones laying under the soil, mostly forgotten but lingering still.

I am in the old house, with my family. My sister and father are cooking, the table is dressed in the kitchen. Their part of it is bathen is a golden glow, but it fade before reaching my mother and me. Nobody seem to notice, and they bring the food to the table, and everyone get a hearty helpful of pan roasted potatoes and bacon bits. It smells wonderful, my family is joking around and laughting, but I can't. Deep down, this feels sublty wrong, like I'm seeing everything through a deforming glass. The food taste good, but my stomach is tight. I feel cold and remote, I want to leave.

I wonder how many time my subconscious is going to dig up the ghost of my childhood and the corpse of my parent's marriage.

Again, I really suck at keeping a dream journal because I either always startle awake and lose most of the dream, or I'm just lazy and don't write anything down. But this dream has stuck with me for like two months now and I want to share it, mainly hoping someone might have some insight? Opinions? I dunno. It just freaked me out.

I don't remember much because I woke up so terrified I was on the verge of crying. What I do remember, though, is an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. I'm at my boyfriends house, and we're having a normal day. Watching the game and folding laundry. I remember he's sitting across from me, and he checks the time. He makes this face like, 'huh, that time already', and he stands up. He shuts off the TV, and for a while he just stands still. I'm staring up at him perplexed because we never shut off the game. Ever. And he just turns and walks towards his room and motions for me to follow.

"What's going on?" I ask him as I come around the corner, and I freeze. He's standing by his bed holding his shotgun, and he looks almost apologetic.

"We need to kill ourselves today, remember?"

I just stare at him. He's so calm, and I'm being calm, but again terror is flooding me and I begin to internally panic.

"What do you mean? I don't want to kill myself!" And I remember having a distinct fear of dying. I am terrified to die.

This is very, very interesting for me, because IRL death doesn't scare me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal or anything, but the thought of death intrigues me and fascinates me, and never in my life have I EVER been afraid of dying. Ever. It's not a fear for me. The few times I've been in actual life-or-death situations my literal inner monologue was 'huh. well, whatever happens, happens.' So for me to have a fear towards death was so perplexing enough it actually snapped me into lucidity immediately.

But the weird thing was, even being lucid, I wasn't able to staunch the paralyzing fear of dying. Even though I knew that I was dreaming and I knew I shouldn't be afraid of death because I normally am not, I couldn't it.

So at this point my boyfriend has his shotgun and he sits on the bed. There's a bit in between I don't recall, but the overwhelming fear of dying is constant. I remember sitting on the bed, and he hands me the shotgun.

"Go first. Kill yourself and I'll be right behind you."

I had an overwhelming urge to run. Up until I was lucid, committing suicide had been the goal of my dream self. And now that I was lucid and I wanted to live, I couldn't change the outcome of the dream. I remember holding the shotgun and crying because I was so scared to die.

When I woke up, I was crying. It took me almost an hour to calm down, and when I did, I couldn't shake the fear of death. Once I woke up the next morning the fear itself was gone, but the feeling of that dream followed me all day.

This was perhaps one of my most interesting experiences yet when trying to lucid dream, and is possibly a sign that I'm getting close. This night was my 9th attempt.

As I was falling asleep, I completely unintentionally slipped into the WILD method. This happened as a result of allowing my thoughts to race, yet keeping myself on the edge of sleep and staying completely mentally aware. Without noting at all what just happened, I saw myself playing a game in my head - Counter Strike: Global Offfensive. I was lucid at this point, despite only being half-asleep, and questioned the future of how humans may later develop technology that allows us to play games in our minds. After getting a few kills, I ran down a hallway in the game with an assault rifle, and held a molotov to throw it out a window, but chose not to and re-equipped my rifle. I was hoping desperately for there to not be an enemy at the end of the hallway, and my mind was already getting petrified and frozen in horror, to something which I had no idea about, and only seconds later did I come to realise it - I was entering sleep paralysis. The visualisation immediately seized, and I felt my body getting paralysed and an intense ringing in both ears that grew overwhelmingly strong, supported by a type of wind-blowing sounds. Even though I knew that this could be turned into a lucid dream, the experience frightened me too much, and I therefore chose to abstain and wake up.

Later at some point after falling asleep again, I started to dream about being in my school at night. I was staring at a truly beautifully, illuminated moon at what seemed to be midnight. Then a few seconds later, I visualised a man swimming in a pool, looking directly at me and discussing the topic of lucid dreaming, making it go over my head without any notice. This was where it concluded for the night.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Teeth getting pulled
I seem to be in a dark room strapped to a chair. A man is holding a drill to the left side of my cheek and starts drilling into my face and into my teeth. The pain is excruciating and realistic... Next he starts on my front teeth, all my teeth are being removed by having someone drill them out from their roots with a power tool. I keep thinking to myself hysterically that it isn't real, that it's all just a dream. I know it's a dream, because if it were real then it would hurt MORE than this. Nothing made sense, I knew I could wake myself up if I tried harder. I kept trying, over and over to will myself awake as I struggled against the constraints of the chair and the illusion of pain in my mind. I finally managed to wake up.

Dream 2 - Vampire who just woke up
I've just awoken from a long slumber as a vampire. My casket is special or something.. Which comes back as an important detail later. I'm a guest to huge feast, there is a master who is hosting it. I'm suspicious of everything for some reason, it's just weird I guess. I spot some large curtains blocking the entrance to a nearby room. The place I'm in is grandiose, the feast table is really long and the curtains are velvet red. I decide to ditch the feast and enter the room. One of the other guests, a woman, follows me. As she enters the room behind me she ties a black cloth over her face, then walks forward. In front of us is a silken red sheet draped over a large box of some sort. The woman approaches it (I seem to remember her having a black dress on) and removes the sheet in one sweeping move. It exposes the silver casket to which I was awakened from. (*Note: I think my face was on the casket for some reason*). It seems to shock the other guests, who apparently also followed us from the dining hall. I have some sudden flashbacks from hundreds of years ago to how vampires used to live compared to the extravagant luxury they were now accustomed to. Images like burning at the stage, being smashed over a wall and fighting epic battles. Random stuff like that.

Ok, so I'm pretty pissed at my last dream that I had, so much that I forced myself to wake up, but I want to write all of these down before I forgot and I need someone to help explaining how this could happen, please!!

Dream #1-Cherry Blossoms (Lucid)

I can barely remember how it started. I just remember being in this foreign country in Asia. There was a revolt of younger people on the streets, a protest. They were running away from something and I ran with them. In fact, I ran to the front and began leading them. Next thing I know, I'm running through these large wooden Japanese (?) gates and I'm alone.



I look around and I begin to notice the detail and beauty of where I am. It was breath taking! It looked similar to the picture above: pink cherry blossoms surrounding this lake. I was wearing some pretty, flowing white dress, too. I started to loose control of the dream because everything was blurring out, but I remembered from this site to focus on details and touch things. And it worked!! I focused on the floor I was walking on, marble, magenta. I crouched and touched the floor, smooth and cool. I looked around and everything was much more vivid and I was happy that I gained control of the dream again. So, I chose to summon a character, like I always do. I knew I had to choose quickly, so I ran through a list of names and I remembered that I told myself that next time I had a vivid dream, I would summon Jacob Black (from Twilight, yes. Do not judge me, you would too.)

I couldn't find him for a while. I thought he'd come running, but I turned around and found him crouching by this wall looking down at something. He looks up over at me and smiles and runs away. And I'm thinking, "No! Where are you going?!" He dives into the lake and he's swimming around and under the bridge I'm standing on. Finally, he stops teasing me and jumps out of the water. I remember he shook himself dry like a dog, lol. He picks me up and embraces me and we just smile at each other. He never spoke in the dream, which is unusual. Often times my characters will say something, but the sex scene clearly made up for that. So...on to the fucked up dream that turned into a nightmare.

***Any dream experts out there, I could really use some help with explaining this weird phenomenon or just knowing that something like this has happened before to someone else, would be comforting!!***

Dream #2-"Let's Experiment with Pain." (FA/Lucid/Nightmare)

I had a false awakening from my lucid dream. I woke up next to my boyfriend in bed and he's mumbling a little bit and wakes up too. He turns to me and says, "Were you having a sex dream or something? Your foot was twitching in your sleep." (Yeah, right? Awkward!!) So, of course, I lie and tell him that I wasn't dreaming about sex, but I look around at my surroundings and I realize... I'm still dreaming!!! So, I roll over to my boyfriend and look at him hard thinking, "I wonder if he knows that this is a dream?" So, I ask him. He says, "No, we're not. Go back to sleep." and I tell him, "No seriously! Watch, watch, watch! Watch me touch the mirror against the wall!" So, I reach my hand out and my arm and fingers stretch and distort to reach the mirror. My DC boyfriend pops up and goes, "Omg!! That is so cool!!" I said, "I know right!! Look at your fingers too! That's another thing I learned to do to check if you're dreaming! Count them!" And we each had 10 fingers on each hand.

So, we're doing all these cool RC's that I learned on this site, which honestly, I've never had to do RC's before. I've always just entered into lucidity via DILD by observing the detail and just knew I was dreaming. This was my very first time experimenting with RC's and you know what happened?!?!

My sweet, harmless Granny P walked into the room with this creepy ass smile on her face and big wide eyes like a doll. She was wearing this white, sleeveless night gown, with blood red lipstick, short shoulder-length hair, and SHE WAS HOLDING A KNIFE! You know what she said to me? "Oh! So you want to realize you're dreaming, huh? Well, let's experiment with pain." And she starts stabbing me in the arms and hands like a psychopath! And her face turned green at one point, her jaw disconnected to bite and chew on my fingers. None of it really hurt, it just felt prickly, like when you sit on your foot for too long and the feeling is slowing returning to it. I got SO MAD!!! My heart was racing because obviously this is a nightmare and I looked at her, while she's stabbing the crap out of me, and ask her, "Why does it have to be you?" The DC granny shrugs her shoulders and continues stabbing me in the face with her damn knife. I try to look over at Nnamdi to see what's going on with him, but all I see is darkness over there, like that part of the dream is completely wiped out. I was so mad that this happened that I yelled, "Fuck this! I'm waking up!!!"

And I did. I was PISSED! I'm still pissed that that happened. I'm like half-expecting my DC granny to pop around the corner with a knife in her hand, and I'm ready for it too, like, "Come at me, bitch!!" Btw, this is kinda what her face looked like in the dream:



For the record, I love my Granny P. She's the nicest lady you'd ever meet, which is why I don't understand why she of all people had to be the psychopath in my dream. It's 5:16 AM. I'm going back to bed. Maybe I'll have a continuation of that dream and kick some dream-maker's ass for messing with my LD's. Goodnight!

Crazy murder mystery thing where S goes insane and starts threatening me with a butcher knife and holding me down and drawing it across my face so that it almost cuts me.. it did not feel pleasant.

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C and I are driving through a neighborhood filled with bright red pretty houses and somehow I end up stuck in one at the edge of the neighborhood. There's some kind of demon ethereal being that lives there and it traps me and commands that the only thing I will have to eat is it. Like, I can only eat raw peices of "human" flesh for the rest of my life. I end up sticking a human steak in the microwave and hoping that this doesn't break the rules because I really don't want to eat it raw. There are a bunch of scary scenes that flash, including one where I'm holding an eyeball by the optical nerve and flipping it around, contemplating eating it, trying to convince myself that this is all okay...

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Ugh.. hate this crap D:

Warning: graphic violence and sexual themes. Incredibly awful nightmare ahead.

Night falling, there is a strange broadcast on the radio. The muffled voice of the news anchor delivers the story that a group of men are going house to house and murdering families. I was shocked to hear this and there was a certain aura of doom about those words. In that moment I hear a commotion from down the road and a desperate, blood-curdling scream from a woman. The glow of a fire I can see in the reflection of the windows of the house across the street. I do not hesitate, but I grab my family and we trek through the woods behind the house, hiding in the pitch black of the forest in the middle of the night.

There we sat, fearfully. More screams were in the distance and I heard the sound of bombs detonating, guns firing, and screams pouring out into the night air. I listen in shock as my house is destroyed and I can see the glow of the fire rising over the treetops and brushing the underbelly of the clouds. They had caught onto us and began moving through the woods in a hot pursuit. I caught a glimpse of them, men in jackets and hoodies, wearing black gas masks. I run and run but my feet fail me. For some reason I am running in place, unable to move forward. I am tackled and dragged out into the street where two more masked men join me. One holds a staple gun and the other a serrated knife. I scream as I am pounded by a thick silver blade and shot in the leg with multiple metal staples.

Somehow I am laying alone in the street. The bombers are still ransacking the town, running about the roads. I got up and began running, somehow my wounds no longer afflicting me. I kept running until I reached my grandmother's house, a few miles away. It had also been completely obliterated. Rubble was everywhere and the remains smoked heaping black clouds into the air. Rounds are fired into the air all around me.

I then see the world behind the hard glass eyes of a gas mask. There is a medical needle in my hand filled with a strange black fluid. I stand with a group of other men, all wearing gas masks. I noticed that I was also wearing a black hoodie and dark sweat pants. They break the door of the house down and we began to move inside. There was a man inside with a shot gun, firing a round square into the chest of another madman. He dropped dead. I watch as another masked one punches the shotgun out of the man's hand and forces him into a bending-over position. With a hatchet he immediately beheads the man.

We moved throughout the house in search of more inhabitants. It took some time, but we stumbled upon a hatch in the wooden floor and pried it open, finding a woman and two children inside. As we dropped into the basement, they grabbed a hold of them all and began to strip them down until they were completely nude. They screamed, struggled, wailed. The children are molested and then I am invited over to them. One man shoves the little girl towards me. I inject her along the side of the neck with the needle and she begins to cough up blood. She falls and I emit a demented laugh, unlike any laugh I have ever heard. It was sick and vile and hellish. As the girl drops dead, the boy is brought forward. I notice that he is very young and obviously has not gone through puberty yet. I inject him under the chin, in the soft of the throat. He falls over as well. The woman is then brought to me, and after she is raped, I lay my needle down into her breast and she dies.

I blink, and I am somewhere else. I am myself again. No mask. No anything, for that matter. I was completely naked and my hands and feet were tied behind me. I am surrounded by more men in masks who throw several naked women next to me. In that instant they pounce upon us, ripping off their own clothes and defiling us. I am desecrated and afterwards lie there, screaming and crying. We, the victims, curl into the corner of the room together. We are all naked and I am the only male, yet I am far more afraid than they are. We are all a giant pile of pale, cowering flesh rubbing up against each other. I hide my face in the hair of a lovely young girl who is covered in blood.

Suddenly, someone else enters the room... It is me. An exact copy of myself, only dressed in dark clothing and wearing a plastic face mask. My double was carrying a large machine gun and began mowing down the madmen. Once the final enemy had fallen, he approaches me and helps me up. The other girls are still clutching to me and are holding to me as we stand together. Clothes appear on our bodies and we move outside. There are police cars roaming down the road and I see fallen bodies in gas masks scattered everywhere. They are in every lawn and every block and all across the road. The police vehicles squish them under their tires.

I stand there, watching. My double in the plastic mask is vanishing into the distance. I watch as he pushes into the bushes, falling under cover of the forest.

Dream 1:

I was at a party that was being held at an underground restaurant. I’m not sure what was initially being celebrated, but several of my old childhood friends were there, as well as a few family members. Upon entering the restaurant, I was immediately greeted by an overly enthusiastic Tom Cruise Waiter. I started to realize it was a dream at this point. He showed me to my table then threw down a big plate filled with fries. MMMmm I was really excited and I started to just devour them. Each time they would disappear, some waiters would immediately give me another plate. I kept eating until I started to genuinely get tired of eating fries, which is weird for me since I love them. I looked around and saw that there were some people that had fried chicken sandwiches. I asked the waiters for one of those but they flat out refused to give me one! They brought me this delicious cake-like desert. I had to remind myself that all dream food is animal and cruelty free, then I started dig into the cake with my bare hands. I felt like a ravenous animal.

I looked around while eating and it was apparently my birthday party now, and I was the king of these lands. There were also a lot of teen girls dancing in a circle in the center of the room while flashing their boobs.

The party eventually started to die down, guests started to leave, and I was getting bored with eating dream food, so I jumped on top of a table and rode it out of the room as though it were a hoverboard while yelling, “I’m king bitch, I’m king!!!”

I had to fly through a tiny hole in the ground in order to get to the surface, it made me feel a bit claustrophobic but it wasn’t too bad.

When I got above ground I appeared in a beautiful, lush, vivid green field with trees that were covered in so many leaves that I couldn’t even see a speck of bark. I tried to teleport Rick & Morty style by pointing an invisible portal gun at a hedged bush. A transparent green and purple blob shot out of the gun and made a transparent green and purple portal. It was pretty tiny so I tried to run into it head first, but instead of going through a portal I ended up smashing my face into a solid hedge that felt like it was made out of bricks. I rarely feel pain in my lucid dreams but running into that brick bush gave me an awful, splitting headache.

I lost vision and appeared in a new field. There was tall, golden wheat grass all around me and a few oak trees off in the distance. I flew around to try to find a group of people to unleash my wind upon. I found a small encampment of criminals after exploring for a few minutes. I landed in the middle of them and then I almost immediately saw a group of maybe 20 little 10 year old kids marching towards me in a line. They surrounded me in a circle and I began trying to fart. One of them kept punching me in the stomach and pushing me around while the others cheered.

The fart wasn’t happening and I felt like maybe I was going to shit my dream pants instead. So I imagined hearing and feeling a fart instead of trying to force one out, then immediately a massive noise erupted from my butt. The kids froze and became dead silent while they stared at me in absolute horror.

I opened my mouth and said, “It was Meeeeee!!!” but another kid said it at the exact same time. Then the rest of the kids joined in and said that it was them while they laughed hysterically. They started pushing me around, punching me, and throwing rocks at me. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.
I ran away and then got down on all fours and tried to turn into a dragon. I could feel my back sprout wings and I could feel claws grow from my hands but then I woke up.


Dream 2:

Short lucid dream fragment – I was asking Dreamer to transform me into a dragon. A violent transformation started to happen and parts of my body were bubbling and randomly growing very large or very tiny. I started to grow claws and to get scaly but I woke up pretty quickly.



Dream 3:

I was in a simulator with Dreamer. This simulator was supposed to be a previous memory that belonged to someone from my old high school’s football team. I don’t know what kind of strange technology we were using to explore this memory but I was fascinated at how powerful it was.

The memory, however, was quite sad in content. There were a few cheerleaders that had gotten very drunk with a couple of football players and their coaches. The girls were all stark naked. I admired the details of the simulation and felt my way around the room, amazed at the realism of the experiences.
I found one of my old, male best friends sitting on the floor, submissive, and sucking on an unknown person’s dick that was poking through a wall.
The coaches started to get aggressive, and against the girls’ wishes. They started to walk up behind the girls and rub their dicks against their bums and between their legs. The cheerleaders would push them away, but the coaches would just come back and they started to penetrate the girls. They took them into other rooms and had sex with them.

We could explore the memory and witness things but we couldn’t interact with or influence the memory.
I was showing Dreamer and a couple other DCs that we weren’t actually using our real bodies either by doing a nose plug RC. I suddenly realized that this wasn’t a simulation, but that I was actually dreaming. The simulation started to end and everything began to get dark. I repeated to myself, “I am lucid, I am lucid, I am lucid…” over and over again until the dream re-formed because I was afraid of having a FA and losing lucidity.

I appeared on a gorgeous, white beach. I remembered that I wanted to try some tasks and that I wanted to try to use a mirror to transform. I walked around, looking for a mirror. I saw an old, sand-covered, full-length mirror with a golden-brown, wooden frame. I walked up to it and looked at my reflection. I then imagined my body becoming globe-like and I slowly transformed into a floating, purple planet. I was amazed at how well that worked, so I tried to turn into a dragon after that. While still looking in the mirror, I imagined my body turning into a dragon. I turned green and grew a long tail and wings and looked like a beautiful green dragon! I woke up into a FA before I got to do anything cool.

Dreamer was sitting up in bed next to me typing something on her laptop. I began to write my dreams down, and then I remembered that this is a prime time for losing lucidity. I did a reality check and then I knew! O_O

I stared lovingly at Dreamer and she stared back at me with her adorable green eyes. I ripped off her clothes and her eyes suddenly grew dark, she looked quite grumpy! I tried to focus on the feeling of her personality and her energy, and then I tried to infuse it with the dream character, but it would only work for a second at a time. So I left the grumpy DC alone, closed my eyes, and imagined feeling her presence with me until the dream ended.

I thought I had woken up and that I had been trying to fall back asleep for quite some time. I eventually did a reality check to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, but I was.

I got out of bed and appeared in a white tiled bathroom. I stared in the mirror and imagined a Rick & Morty portal gun appearing in my hands. Just such a gun grew in my hand from a small point! I pointed it at a wall and pulled the trigger. What came out was the most vivid and non-transparent green blob yet! I was super excited and happy about just how well the Rick & Morty teleportation method had worked this time, but I woke up before I could go through the portal.

One of us will win the contest and escape, and the rest of us will be doused with gasoline and burned to death.

Oh, it hurts. It hurts a lot.

I was on a beach at night. Lucid now. I remember feeling like I was on a rather small island. There was a strange dim light emitting from all around me. I didn't really take notice of that. I remember I felt a menacing presence, like some kind of monster was coming to torment/attack me.

I saw two rabbits come out of the woods. One of them was considerably smaller than the other. It had light brownish fur. There were patches of fur missing and what looked like burns. The larger rabbit was spotted and had its ears clipped clean off and was bleeding from them.

I then swiped my hands across the two rabbits trying to heal them. It didn't work completely. The burns on the small rabbit looked smaller and less severe. The larger rabbit had one of his ears back. It was then that a wite cat came hobbling out of the rainforest. Also injured, it was missing its leg. I then did the same thing to the cat and gave it back its leg. I felt that the monster was getting closer. I could tell the animals were on edge.

I saw the monster emerge from the woods. It had yellow eyes and a sort of horse head, with a mouth that hung open and sharp teeth. I think something on its shoulders was on fire. It had a sort of centaur build, with a humanoid body becoming that of a horse.

I could feel its negative presence was very strong. It was somehow able to re-injure the animals just by emitting some kind of wave of negative energy. I felt the wave too, but it was too weak to affect me. I could also tell that the monster wasn't particularly interested in scaring/hurting me, though it's presence was still frightening. It merely wanted to torment the animals.

I thought about fighting the monster at first, but then remembered my 'scare them off' technique.

Spoiler for Spooky Scary Face:

The monster made a yelping sound and ran back into the woods.

I just scared off my own nightmare. Oh, how the tables have turned... (Though granted, I should have asked it what it represented.)

I looked back at the animals that I was protecting and healed them a second time, at least to the best of my ability. I then decided that I would bring good fortune to them. I reached into my pocked expecting to pull out something useful. I only felt a little peice of paper. When I took it out and unfolded it, I thought it was a one hundred dollar bill. Closer examination revealed that it was a one hundred thousand dollar bill.

I tried to give it to the smaller rabbit, who still had the burns to some degree. It looked at me curiously, as if to say 'How's that supposed to help?'. I figured animals wouldn't have much use for money. So I just tried repeatedly wiping my hand over the rabbit, completely healing it. The dream fades out here.

Once I use a dream power three times, I count it as a persistent dream power. This means that scary face to scare off dcs and avoid conflict is a go.

I was a character in an anime/TV show. It was a school show that took place in a floating school inside the atmosphere of Jupiter. The school was a number of very high tech looking white boxes suspended by some kind of gravity particle technology. They were connected by exterior platforms and there was some kind of field that kept a breathable, non-corrosive atmosphere in the vicinity of the school. The overall look of the location was exceptionally well rendered.

The characters however, looked flat and cartoony. Like poorly animated flash characters superimposed on a realistic and beautiful environment. Many of them had rather bland and forgettable designs or were characters that I recognized from either my own creation or any animated series that I have seen.

For a time, I was one of the characters. I was just walking around quietly. Curiously observing the surroundings. I had some inkling that what I was experiencing was a daydream. I recall seeing that one character was trapped in a small white floating box with a similar aesthetic to the school. I remember thinking that this was some kind of bullying tactic.

I then was booted from controlling myself, and forced to observe in third person. A couple of characters approached mine, asking if he would like to stay after school and help them study. 'I' said no, justifying it with the idea that the other characters were ugly and therefore not worth spending my time with.

My character then left the scene. It then explained these characters had made underwent some kind of change at night. Where the ugly nerd characters would become beautiful and the beautiful characters would become ugly. It had something to do with the machine/box that the one character was sitting in earlier.

The dream had some kind of moral having do to with how you should not judge a book by its cover.

I became lucid at this point and decided that the dream was pointless. This was projected by my character getting a cartoonish rage face and screaming. "Stop making me a character on a TV show!"

I am getting a bit bothered by these 'character in a TV show' dreams. Maybe I should start getting to the bottom of why they keep occurring.

I also recall part of a dream where I was at what felt like my old high school. Only it was spread out across multiple buildings and there were beautiful outdoor areas with gardens and fountains. I was walking with my some random people who I felt were my friends, and talking about lucid dreaming. Naturally, this led me to actually become lucid.

I remember I came outside because I needed to explain something to them. I tried to use dream control to create a world map for some reason, though it failed to alter the environment in any way.

I then remember I started eating a rather large chocolate chip cookie. Though the cookie had a sort of unnatural yellowish color to it. It tasted really good, and I knew it was a dream so I could chow down all I wanted, but for some reason, I started getting a sickly feeling in my stomach anyway. I stopped and pondered what I was doing for a good long time.

Manei approached me, though she had taken the form of a young boy. Not sure if it was on purpose. She asked me what I was going to do now. I threw the cookie into the grass and said that I knew what was important here and now. She started to energy sync with me and I lost the dream.

...

There was a large section on nonlucid dream before this that I have forgotten.

I was again with Manei. This time we are in a bog and there are some other DCs present. Though they are not actively attacking us, they are exceedingly and intentionally annoying. I became lucid and I flew the both of us away.

I flew up over a forested ridge. There was a beautiful and expansive oriental city spread out in that direction. The city had green and gold rooftops with a sort of beige construction. The buildings had a very ubiquitous look to them. Though there was some variation in height, size and shape, they were all so similar in design and none of them had any defining characteristics.

I then made the mistake of asking myself how the heck I was carrying her. Last time I tried to lift off with her on my shoulders I didn't get more than six inches off the ground and flew backwards into a tree. Just as I thought that we started going down. I thought to myself "It's a dream! She doesn't even have any real weight!" but I was plummeting toward the ground anyway. The thought had entered my mind and now it was not going to leave. We fell into a dirt street at speeds that would kill anyone IWL and rolled across the ground. Not a scratch on us, of course.

For some reason this was absolutely hilarious to her and she wouldn't stop laughing. I knew she knew how I let the thought of failure into my mind fully aware of what the end result would be.

"Fine then, maybe you should start flying me around."

She had to ponder that for a second. Apparently this was a new idea to her.

I got up. The dream went in third person for a moment. It had become very foggy and I took note that there was nobody in the city. There was a wind chime hanging from the corner of one of the roofs that made an odd sound.

I got bored and instead began thinking of ways we could travel together. I considered a glider staff, like from Avatar. Or perhaps a hoverboard. Or what about some kind of pocket dimension thing that I could put her inside. Nah. She wouldn't like that...

The dream faded into waking daydreams. I was awake now, but the final portion of the dream continued to play over and over for sometime.

were all after the purple meth crystal and tryna understand by not understand me that were after the blue meth crystal now the blue meth crystal shy away from the red as it shy the purple meth crystal just flicks in perfect symmtery now the blue meth crystal has many users so does teh green and teh purple understand me not by understanding me now the red crystals shy away like a sly depth septor to cancle out the jedi scum if there even more jedi to be subdue

Once a month, I have a dream about the apocalypse.

I've been working on my dream recall lately, because I'm trying to recovery from a long battle with mental illnesses. I stopped quite some time ago but I'm making excellent progress. It's nice to be interested in something again.

Here is the dream.

My family is living in an apartment building, instead of our house. I look out the window and see a lake. The sky is very dark, and I feel extremely creeped out. I can hear my parents talking to my sister behind me. I see some clouds swirling around, and suddenly, I see a meteor fall from the sky, into the lake. I immediately think, "The apocalypse is happening".

My dad warns me to back away from the window, but I can't look away. I see a meteor coming towards our building, and I scream. It hits somewhere below us and I feel the building sway. It made me feel sick.

My dad and some man who I've never seen before start grabbing supplies. I see them loading canned foods and cases of water into a car. Yes, a car was in the middle of our apartment building hahaha.

Suddenly, we're in the basement of the house we live in in my waking life. I don't remember how we got there. I don't see my mom anywhere, but I see my dad and sister talking. I realize that I forgot my phone charge in my room, because apparently that's very important to have during the apocalypse. I feel my anxiety building up as I prepare to dash up to my room to grab my phone charge. Oh, priorities...

I dash up the stairs, and I can feel sweat running down my face. I hear some awful buzzing sound, which was apparently the sound of meteors crashing into the earth. I kept thinking "This is it, Jayme. You could die any second."

I didn't die, though. I managed to get my phone charger and threw myself back down the stairs. But when I looked around, my family was gone.

I'm looking for a place to stay for the next few weeks while I take a course in a new city. I know that a certain motel/hostel/dorm has spots available for students, but they also fill up fast. So I head over there as soon as I'm in town.

Luckily, there is a place available. Unluckily, it's haunted by the victim of a mean-spirited (and presumably lethal) prank by members of a fraternity or something. We don't actually have those here, but it was a group of guys and they were terrible people.

So now the ghost violently murders people who stay in the dorms.

There's a woman screaming.

I'm running towards her as she's being dragged into a fluffy duvet or pile of pillows. I really should emphasize that they were unabashedly evil pillows, with the electrifying reek of corrupted darkness emanating from them. I grab the woman by the elbows, and she tells me No, it will get you, too!

I can't hold her, and my arm ends up dragged into the rift. Excruciating, electric pain arcs up my right arm (the kind of pain that you only feel in dreaming, where it overwhelms everything and it hurts but doesn't feel like pain in waking life). I try to pull my arm away, but there's resistance, sucking me into the rift.

I rip my arm away—

But the bleeding, rotten darkness is still everywhere and there's nowhere to go—

I wake up. I reality check, tapping my fingers against the sheets. One-two-three-four-five. Genuinely awake. Damn ghost thinks it's gonna get the better of me, huh?

I slip back into dreaming. I'm back in the dorm room, and it's quiet. Shadows whisper along the ceiling and in the dark corners of the room. I hold out a hand, and the shadows still.

The ripping, tearing thing leaps into me, but I'm ready this time. I channel the pain, force the thing out of my body until it faces me, forced to its knees on the floor.

Let's solve your problem. My terms.

FUCKKK. JUST HAD 4 INTENSE ASS TERRIBLE FUCKING NIGHTMARES... LITERALLY GOT BRUTALLY TORTURED, AND THEN MURDERED WTF DOES THIS MEAN... I JUST WOKE UP SHAKING WITH SO MUCH ANXIETY...
2 OF THEM WERE CONNECTED TOO.
1 OF THE WORST WAS IN THE MALL, AND IT WAS TOTALLY FINE AT FIRST BUT THE LIGHTS ALL SHUT OFF 1 BY 1, AND IT GOT PITCH BLACK AND THERE WERE MULTIPLE SERIAL KILLERS JOINING TOGETHER KILLING PEOPLE BRUTALLY IN THE DARK BY LIKE THROWING GIANT NINJA STAR LIKE KNIVES AT PEOPLES HEADS, AND TORTURING THEM. THEN I WOKE UP FREAKING OUT, AND CRYING, AND SHAKING, AND THEN 20 MIN LATER I FELL BACK ASLEEP, THINKING IT WOULD BE OK. THEN I WENT BACK TO THE SAME MALL. THIS TIME, I WAS GETTING BRUTALLY TORTURED. AS SOON AS THE LIGHTS TURNED OFF, I LAID ON THE FLOOR BY A COUCH TRYING TO HIDE, BUT THIS SLIM GUY WITH LONG HAIR IN A BLACK TACTICAL OUTFIT GRABBED ME BY MY HAIR, PULLED ME INTO A STORE, TIED ME AGAINST A POLE AND STARTED THROWING NINJA STARS AT ME TO SCARE ME, PURPOSELY MISSING EACH TIME, AND HE KNEW MY NAME, AND I SCREAMED AT HIM ASKING HOW HE KNEW MY NAME. HE TOLD ME HE KNEW ALOT ABOUT ME, AND MY FRIENDS, AND WHAT WE DO ON OUR FREE TIME. AND THEN HE TOOK A BLOW TORCH OUT HEATED UP METAL CLAMPS GRABBED PARTS OF ME AND STARTED CUTTING THEM OFF, WHILE I SCREAMED. I WOKE UP SWEATING AND FREAKING OUT CRYING AND SHAKING LIKE CRAZY.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY THE FUCK I'M GETTING THESE TERRIBLE DREAMS. I'M TERRIFIED OF FALLING BACK ASLEEP NOW.

The apocalypse has come. I was one of survivors, armed with AK47 I was tracking after a survivor group that could help me. I entered a police station. It was dark, with only a few red spotlights. The building was in fatal state, and there was huge mess inside of it. I readied my weapon and went inside. Suddenly I heard a high pitched shriek. Furniture was thrown by unknown forces, and then I was surrounded by demons. I shot at one taking cover behind a desk in front of me, while a group of demons were flanking on me from the left, and another demon was just behind me. I shot them all and escaped to some village. I used radio to contact with survivor group, and they told me that they were inside a shack in a bog. I ran there, reaching underpass and then mines that ked to another side of mountain. The only way to reach them was through those mines, but they were swarming with zombies. I entered the mines, but I had to run away as soon as I did it. Escaping I killed huge swarm of zombies, only to get a "Sucker!" message on my radio. I received it from the survivors.