nightmare

Scary non-lucid about losing my kitten. She jumps out of the car at a rest stop and runs off. I catch her once, but she gets away again. I call out to her but she does not come back. Some people seem to have found a kitten; it has spots though, and is not her. "That is not my baby," I say to the girl. She takes the kitten back. Awake from this and DEILD. Transition rolls me over and over and over. Unfortunately, don't remember a thing about what happened, except that I woke up, and DEILDed again, with a similar transition.

I am walking through some building. I walk downstairs and up to a huge glass wall. I phase through easily. I then am outside in a grassy area (something like a college campus). There is a very thick brick wall near me. I am phasing through when I suddenly lose my confidence; wall is very thick and I worry about becoming trapped inside. Remember I wanted to work on flying. Just can't seem to get into the air. I try flying like Superman. Nada. I shrug.

Wake up, try for another DEILD but reenter non-lucidly; a guy is sitting on me and talking about Emanuel Swedenborg. I tell him I'm not interested, and to get off of me, because I am trying to DEILD. A few minutes later I wake up.

As a ten (or thereabouts) year old kid (In 2001) I had dreams.

I had been thinking of the movie Home Alone prior to bed. So I went to sleep, and then was in a house. I was talking to someone dressed as Santa Claus (The same guy who was the Santa in the movie whose car stalled out) who was on a bed, and a fire (like from the fire swamp in "The Princess Bride") came up from beneath the bed and roasted him. There were more fires in the house but I do believe I escaped them all.

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Another time around the same year give or take one or two, perhaps was another nightmare. I do believe this shows what hell is like! So there were some people there, and torture devices were there too. One man wasn't looking where he was going and was then sawed in half (he yelled once he hit the saw and put his arms out but didn't back off) as he was on a conveyor belt going straight into a band-saw.

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Notes:

OUCH. These are some vivid revelations, are they not? You really should be careful; that one guy was on a conveyor belt not paying attention and just standing, though he was facing imminent destruction and he yelled only once he hit the saw. It's crazy and insane to not jump off the conveyor belt!

LOOK FIRST! If it's safe (IF IT'S SAFE OR IF YOU'LL BE HURT IF YOU WON'T LEAP!) THEN LEAP!

... They dissolve. And that's deadly.

Back in 2001-2004 as those years are called by many, I had dreams.

One was similar to The Sims: One Sim, A Light-Skinned Female with brown hair and blue jeans and a grey short-sleeve shirt knocked two others into an acid pit with a rod before jumping in herself. Then there was a part where I told another person, A girl about three years younger than I am, something about Acid not being good.

Another was within a large building (made of stone?) and it had very large doors more then three times the height of the people who went through them. There were seats for many people on either side of the door (the path was only in-between the seats, to my recollection though I wonder if I'm missing something) and at one point there was a guy who abhorred (or at least it looked that way) what his lords/masters/bosses were doing so he announced his departure. He walked out and was thence dissolved in a pit of acid that his ex-boss or bosses made appear between the seats. The lord then walked and I think talked, then (while he was not paying attention) walked into the acid pit himself and died. Very dead.

December 15, 2014

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I started this dream at a school building, with a small trailer of things. I had the feeling I was moving.

Part way through the journey, they dream shifted to a different plot...

I was traveling with someone different from the beginning, and I'm not sure who exactly it was with me, but they had a familiar feel to them. I had this condition... Or something. I had with me a bag of some sort of liquid. It was attached to my body through a tube, though I don't remember where it was attached. Basically, this thing kept me alive, because without it I would uncontrollably vomit chunks of myself, or something.

We were stopped at this house for the night. It was abandoned, but looked well-kept still. My companion and I were sitting in a corner of the room and being goofy. Somehow it got so goofy that I intentionally cut the bag connected to me. I think I had figured out that the liquid reacted strangely with the air and made beautiful patterns or something. It took me a while to realize what I'd done. There was very little liquid left in the bag now, and I suddenly realized, and ran to a bathroom. It was a VERY uncomfortable feeling next. Not being able to stop vomiting, even when I was empty... Feeling the chunks in my throat and mouth... I even heard the sounds. I don't usually actually hear things in dreams, as it's all more of an innate knowing of what people are saying or what sounds are around me.

It was terrifying especially because I knew there were no more bags I could replace the ripped one with, so I thought I would die.

But my companion rushes in and sticks something in my mouth. She sticks it right in my throat, which you would think would choke me, but somehow it doesn't, and stops the uncontrollable vomiting. Whatever it was, it saved my life. The companion had more of whatever it was, so if I accidentally swallowed the one in my throat now, they (I dont even know if this companion was a man or a woman. At times I had the feeling it was a man, but at times I felt like it was a woman) could put another one in.

After a little while, we found a pair of headphones that would be able to keep me vomit-free until I could get a new bag of liquid. It was a temporary fix only, but better than having stuff shoved in my throat.

I started walking around the house, and ended up on a balcony with a whole bunch of mannequins wearing costumes... They were posed, even (there was a Spider-Man one, which was posed like Spider-Man on a wall). It was fucking creepy. I'm glad I woke up then b excuse that place had such a horribly feeling... Like something bad definitely would have happened if I hadn't woken up.

I was watching a documentary about a movie being filmed somewhere in northern Greenland. (Though it looked nothing like that, in fact the flora looked nothing like earth. In the background were these weird trees with tube-like leaves, and these massive green and red stalks, easily 50 feet tall.

The director of the movie was talking about how these parts were beautiful but the local tribes rumored there to be some kind of wolf demon who lived in the woods. He said that a couple of guys had disappeared though. I began hearing panting and growling like a monster was coming in the background.

I began to hear a low growling/panting noise and I woke up. I looked around all paranoid like a little kid half expecting there to be a giant wolf/monster in my room. I thought about how I once heard that nightmares like this occur because of our primordial fear of such creatures. After a minute, I got past it and went back to sleep.


I had a rather long and extremely dull dream that I had been locked out of my college dorm room. I walked around campus and eventually ran into S. We went to the Cafe and he bought a whole bunch of food and ate it. (So... accurate to RL, he loves food.)

I eventually went to see campus security and pointed out that I couldn't even get back to my dorm. I pointed in the direction that it was supposed to be and there was this huge, old skyscraper with a clock tower where my dorm was supposed to be.

"I can't get back to my dorm, there's a giant skyscraper- Wait."

Lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. I started to wake up. I told myself I would DEILD. I found myself in a supermarket.

What followed was a really odd semi-lucid dream where I was in a supermarket, but the shelves in the supermarket were phasing between that and a desert canyon. There was a dogfight going on in the canyon between a number of white and black aircraft of various sizes. It was some kind of real-time-strategy game, but I wasn't playing, just observing.

In the end it turned out to be some kind of hologram and I remember the canyon changed back into the supermarket, but all of the tiny aircraft were still there.


I then of course had that FA that everyone hates. You know, the one where you dream that you wake up, get your computer, go on Dreamviews and start typing up the previous dreams. I can remember writing my DJ entry in an odd way, though. I wrote it as this long list trying to keep track of every point that happened in the previous dreams. Also, in the dream I remember writing up one or two more nonlucid dreams that I no longer recall now.

I feel like I spent 10 years of my life in the three hours that I slept last night. I was so embeded in the reality of my dream that I couldn't figure out whether or not that was reality or not. I became lucid off and on without actually knowing if I was. It was a total out of body experience and I wondered briefly if I was surely going to die if I could not get back to my real body, my real self. I've been shaken by this dream all day and cannot begin to describe how intense it was or how deeply ingrained it is in my mind even now.

Last night I dreamt of my life 10 years from now. But I feel like I dreamt the whole ten years in a span of three hours.

I was finally out of college, had my doctorate and was a traveling pharmacist and executive for a large corporate pharmacy chain. My girlfriend was now my wife (a careful detail I left out as I was explain my dream to her on the phone at 3am this morning), and not only my wife--but pregnant. My little brother was living in our penthouse apartment, trying to make his way through his first years of college himself. My girlfriend was gracious and accepting of his situation and didn't complain about his presence.

One night in particular she was having bad pregnancy sickness or morning sickness. I was still in pant suit when 3am rolled around and she decided she was hungry. Having stayed up the entire night with her, I was doing all I could to accommodate her. Some unfortunate topic came up about her not wanting me to fly for some reasons that I refused to listen to--I was dead set on making that business trip. We ended up having a petty argument. As an attempt to make right for the foolish words I said, we made up, and I made my way out of the house and to what a burger at three in the morning to fetch her all the things I knew she'd love.

What a burger in hand, I drove to the local doughnut chain. I arrived and they were closed still, not yet opened for the morning. I saw that the back door was open and helped myself in. I was greeted by a bunch of pimply faced teenagers who were already serving me allegations and threats. I begged them to fill my order in desperation, upset that they wouldn't fudge the rules just a tad because they'd truly be open in another 15 minutes. I was also stressed because I knew I had a flight to catch later that morning and wanted to get back to my girlfriend and enjoy the few hours I had left with her. I finally ended up convincing them that I was from corporate within their chain and put the fear of God within them. I got my coffee and doughnuts and went back home.

The airport was chaos. Flights had been canceled. Some sort of conflict overseas. Not safe to fly. I ignored the buzz of anxiety in the terminals... I was oblivious. I got bored in the air port and spent my time in the bar. I ended up drinking too much and had way too much fun, I even hijacked a baggage vehicle to help me make my way around the chaotic airport terminals. This behavior was very unlike me and in retrospect. My girlfriend kept calling me and I kept ignoring her. I felt weird... I was too inebriated. I answered my girlfriends calls--she said she was concerned my flight had already taken off without me. I thought that was preposterous. She didn't want me to fly, bottom line.

I ended up boarding my plane, uncertain that I was even on the right flight, but too prideful to say otherwise. I was regretting my decision to drink.

The flight had been long and boring, I was now sober and pondering over how I had neglected my girlfriend. I would never do that in reality. (I don't understand how I took her for granted in my dream. Perhaps I still feel guilty for the one major mistake I ever made in our relationship. )

Suddenly the whole plane shakes from violent turbulence. But it only shook once and then nothing else happened. It was odd and very much unlike what I was used to experiencing. As alarms beep, I rush to fasten my seat belt. It's weird because it has shoulder straps. I'm fumbling to get them locked in place. I was doing okay until an elderly journalist in the seat across the aisle says "God help them, they're too young." I knew he was referring to me and the other passengers. My anxiety immediately peeked as I fumbled to fasten my seat belt--made difficult by my shaking hands. I could hear the engines failing, I couldn't believe this was happening. I refused to accept reality. The plane nose dived and I rushed to pull the straps too on my harnesses. I knew that they were useless. I felt intense realistic pain as my body flew out of the sear against the straps of the harnesses. I tightened them and started shouting questions.

I knew I had gotten on the wrong flight. I knew my girlfriend was right. I knew all the answers already to my own questions. I knew that the plane had been shot, and I knew we were nose diving towards death. I started to freak out internally. I started to yell at myself to wake up. That this is just a dream. That I was asleep on a shitty couch at my moms house and that I had to work tomorrow and an equally shitty job. That my girlfriend was real but not my wife. That I had to get back to her and make sure not to say all the stupid things I did in this dream and promised myself I'd never take her for granted.

The plane struck water. The cabin filled. So did my lungs. I embraced death.

When I really did wake up, it felt as though my soul had been shot back into my body. I woke up panting and sweating. I didn't go back to sleep after that.

I guess that dry spell is broken...

I was watching the final episode of Legend of Korra. In it, Aang appears as an old man and everyone asks how this is possible. He says that he faked his own death so that the world could actually have two avatars. (Um... okay, I don't think that it works like that, but it's a dream.) Also, elderly Aang looks just like the way he did as a child save for he has a long beard and bags under his eyes.

He used this energybending move that caused all of these blue orbs to fly everywhere. It had something to do with focus. He would then select one orb that was the move that he wanted to do. He tries to teach the move to Korra, but she doesn't understand it and gets frustrated. (Of course.)

He then decides that he wants to try it on me. The dream shifts to my garage and Aang is a real person now, only he's a kid now and he has hair like in season three. There is a mirror in the garage and I look into it to see what I look like. For some reason my hair is black has all of these dark brown highlights that look like stripes.

Aang wants to try to use energy-bending on me to make me better able to lucid dream. He asks that I cast a magical field to filter off any negative side effects. I hold up my hand and concentrate on creating a feild and nothing happens, but he seems to think its there. Aang then creates dozens of orbs around the room and begins connecting them. He then fires a bluish white ray at me from his hands that causes me to wake up.


I was walking around my subdivision by the lake when I nose pinched and realized I was dreaming. There was some sort of presence that felt very scary or dark in this location so I decided to fly far away. I put my hands down and turned on my flying jets, and focused on a cloud up above. The sky was a rainbow of strange colors going from crimson red to orange to a yucky shade of yellow, with bluish-gray clouds.

As I got closer, I noticed that the cloud didn't look very cloudy. It looked solid. I slowed down and ran my hand along it. It was solid ice; a solid ice cloud! I then noticed what looked like a tunnel into the cloud. I flew into it and eventually met a high-tech looking steel door. I heard a voice on the other end and someone let me in.

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I was with Marcus, inside his ice cloud base. He explained to me that the base was actually a secret ship and coolant was pumped to the exterior so that the ship would be covered with ice and condensation to disguise it as a cloud. (That's actually a really good idea, assuming you have enough power to keep the ship aloft with all the extra weight.) He was fighting this alien race called the Fraxnor.

Just then an alarm sounded. A fraxnor was in the base. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and started chasing him. There was a plot in play here that this ship/base was very secret and we didn't want anyone fraxnor who found it to get out alive. I started chasing him, he was about seven feet tall, walking on long triple-jointed legs and huge feet. He had two sets of arms, four eyes, and a small ball-gut style body, and he was the yuckiest shade of puke-brown with wrinkly alien skin. And he could run.

He got to his ship, in the hangar. I jumped into a fighter spacecraft and Marcus followed me. We fired on the guy again and again, but his ship was just a hair faster than us and was getting away. A health bar showed up and it would take one more hit to kill this guy.

Then I looked below us. There was a huge war going on, and the original terrain of my subdivision and town had been replaced with a barren planet of craggy rock formations. The yucky yellow sky remained though. There were four or five space warships and hundreds of fighters on each side. Basically a full-on star-wars style battle. But our mission was to get the one who got away.

"We'll never catch him now."

My lucidity refreshed.

"Not like this, we won't!"

I pulled what I assumed was the eject lever and shot out of the space fighter. I broke away from the ejector seat's restraints with brute strength. I looked down at the escaping fighter. Flying jets on, and I shot after him.

This guy was fast, and I really had to gun it to catch him. I've never flown this fast while flying before, and my booster flame sounded less like a flamethrower and more like the whine of a turbojet. I came down into the canyon, on top of the fraxnor's fighter. He looked up out of the canopy at me and opened his mouth. I could assume he was screaming, though I couldn't hear squat.

The dream got blurry at this point, but I think I wrecked his ship. When it crashed, he tried to get out, but I punched him in the face.

Spoiler for violence and bad things in a school:

I was in what felt like my own high school, but it had three floors rather than two. The first thing I recall is all of these people fighting with knives and guns.

I then recall coming across this infirmary area. All of these people are in hospital beds and they all have these really weird and gross ailments. On one cot this really fat guy keeps giving birth to these tiny babies. There are two or three dozen of them laid out on a towel next to him. In another cot this lady has a basketball-sized pimple on her forehead with blood vessels, it almost seemed to pulse. There are some nurses clustered around trying to treat it.

I go downstairs to the first floor and see that there is a school dance going on. The dance was a blue and white theme and there were blue and white balloons everywhere. My parents were there and they wanted me to find a girl and dance with her, but I told them that I would rather just get the heck out of this school.

I then looked around at the dancing crowd. All of the boys were wearing white sparkly speedos and all of the girls had what were basically blue sparkly bikinis. (So don't ask me how this made it past the school dress code, but we already have guns and knives in the school so I guess this goes too.) My parents showed me that they had one of the sparkly speedos for me and told me that if I wanted to dance, I still could.

I was trying to get out of the school by leaving on a school bus. I was talking to this guy who was on the seat behind me. Then somebody fired a tracer round in an attempt to take down a surveillance drone and it grazed the guy in the back of the head. He fell down, but he was probably just shocked, he couldn't have been dead, he wasn't actually hit. I then saw the sniper shooting from the second floor were the window of the school had been broken out. I saw a platoon of tanks rolling up to the school. The whole school was a war zone. There was some explanation to this, that the school had changed its curriculum or something.

Since I start my university life, most of my nightmares are related with my grades, and it's because I always feel fear of doing bad in my grades.

Dream:
I was at the university with some of my friends, we were there because we have to choose the teacher that was going to give us calculus class, but it was different this time, because we were choosing the teacher who was going to give us only our final exam of calculus, we were very scared because we have to do a grate exam to pass the class.
It was my university, but like in almost every dream it has some changes, because we have to climb some walls to go to other building.

After I was done with choosing, I enter a bathroom, becasue I was feeling a lot the taste of blood. When I take a look in the mirror, my mouth was bleedind, so then I washed my mouth, and get out of the bathroom.

I was running and climbing in all the university, doing what I wanted, but when the asignation time arrived, I went fast to a very high spot in the university, because in that place the internet connection was very fast, so when I finally arrived to that place, I take out my laptop to enter the university page and then choose my ptofessor.
The asignation part was pretty easy, so when I was done with that I started running againg, just wasting some time.

I was with my best friend, talking about the exam, when another friend arrived, and she tell us that her aunt was going to give the exam too, so we should choose her, because she can make us win, and she tell us that the teacher that we asigned with was the worst, and that he was going to do the most difficult exam we could imagine.
So... My serenity start becoming a really deep fear.

The day become night, and my time was getting over.
I start running again to the same point I do my choosing before, when I arrived I take aou my laptop again, but the university page was not loading at all, and every time I look in front of me, there was another, and another person, and they all were using the internet connection, so it was never going to load for me.
I look at my clock (I didn't do a reality check ), and I noticed that I was 20 minutes late for my exam. Because it was already late, I was not longer thinking in changing my teacher, but in having time to do and finish my exam.

I was going high speed, when I saw two guys that were planning to enter in the same class I was, by that time, 30 minutes had passed from the exam, so I ask them if they were not going to class, and the told me that they had already done the exam, but they get out too fast, because there was only two problems, and there were too difficult for them, so again, my fear was getting bigger.

I was getting closer to the engineering building, I was not longer with my friend, but insted of going to the stairs or the elevator, I just make a REALLY big jump, with the jump I get to the fourth floor (my exam was in the second floor), I enter that class going through the window, and I remember the teacher of that class following me to report me or something like that, I managed to scape from him, and I went to the stairs, when i arrived the second floor, I was running, trying not to hit the people in there, and then the time stoped, even with me, I was not running anymore, I was just looking at the other people expressions, with my same running position, and then I wake up.

When I wake up I was really happy, because I already won that class.

Oh Lucy! Why, Why, Why?!

I have been questioning my surroundings with reality checks, looking at my hands, and counting my fingers over the last six or seven days. Would someone please tell me why did I freak out in my dream when I saw my fingers ???!!! In my dream, I just remember talking to someone and I looked down at my hands. You may ask, "What did she see?" CLAWS! Yes...claws folks. My fingers were red, fat, swollen, disfigured, pointy, creepy claws! In my dream I started freaking out so bad I started running to a fire station. Guess what Lucy, the creepy claws were not finished scaring the hell out of me yet. When I looked down at my hand again (yes, I looked at my hands twice and still didn't get lucid), my pinky finger had what looked like a big blister or boil 'hanging' from the tip of the claw (gross). A fireman laughed as he took my pinky in his hand (yes, this is another hand that I saw which now makes three), and 'popped' the boil/blister. It seems like every time I looked down at my hands, they grew even more creepier. I stood there so freaked out that I literally scared my ass awake ...Sigh. I still love you Lucy.

Side Note:
Lucy = Lucidity

So I should have probably written this down as soon as I woke up, can't remember too many details at this point, but the most memorable part was this:

My teenage daughter has been kidnapped (I don't have any children IRL). Searching for her, finally find her in different room, in pieces in different containers. Little bits of her body all over the place. I have to assemble them and sew her back together. She comes back to life. Bandage her up. Later after lifting a bandage, I see she is healing extremely fast. At some point I shift from being her mother to her sister.



IDFK. Some weird shit.

Okay so first off i'd like to say, i haven't posted lately because i got back into to work (vacation over). It's not that work is affecting my recall per say, (though maybe a little) it's merely the fact i just don't have time in the morning to write my ridiculous dreams down.

Moving on, i DID have a dream last night, though i can't really remember it. Something about a new apartment, fighting a clown using DoA moves, and some girl.... *cough* yeah... ANYWAYS. What i would like to share, is what happened after i woke up from that dream, around 2:30 AM. If you don't believe in Astral Projection, and spirits that reside there, and that dreams and the astral Plane are interchangable, then you probably won't be interested in this. Or maybe you'll read it to call me crazy. Whatevs Yo.



So, i woke u pfro mthat dream, wondered why i woke up (i never really wake up in the middle of the night) and jsut kidna sat there for a minute. i looked around my room (it's very dimly lit from compter LEDs) and didn't really see or hear anything. I figured i would try a WILD-sort-of-thing since i was in a pretty good position to do so. I put my arm over my eyes and imagined laying in my bed in the room i grew up in. Eventaully, i WAS laying in that bed. Though i could tell it was a little more than dream by the level of clarity. I didn't give it much thought though. Most things don't fuck with me. I was laying my bed, forcing the cieling and walls to warp and bend in rythme to music i was creating in the dream. everything was fine, just doin my thing when my vision was snapped directly to my front Forcefully. "oh." i thought. Somethign tried to jumpscare me. My vision was forced to face fowards while some giant white skull/face screamed at me, though the scream was 'in my head' if that makes sense. I managed to turn my head to the right, and break the possesion, and then i forced myself awake. As i thought, i looked over in the corner and there was a spirit sitting over there. I told it "i'm not gonna force you out but if you fuck with me again i will. Let me sleep." and then layed down. I could feel it's emotion filling the room. It was angry, but also intrigued. I guess no one ever stood up to it before? Dunno. So i layed back down and tried to sleep again, but i coud feel him leaning right over me and breathing down the back of my neck. (what a creep) so I releashed a splash of energy that *should have knocked him back then said, "do that again and ill banish you." So i laid back down and put a shield around me began trying to sleep again. Obviously the closer i got to sleep the shield would get weaker, cus my consciosness is switching over etc. So when the shield would get weak he would kind of poke through the shield, forcing me to wake up a little bit to strengthen it again. Honestly, he probably could have broke it but i think he was just messing with me, or was to oafraid to actually break it, knowing it would invoke my wrath. cus he stopped doing it and i went to sleep. Today i've felt his presence around but i can't confirm if it's him yet..... though i did see something that looked exactly like him at work today. Maybe tonight ill try and talk to him see what he wants. Maybe it's an old friend....

In my Dream it was confirmed for Dragon Ball: Xenoverse that SSJ4 Vegito was confirmed.
(I woke up disappointed, I put it down as a nightmare because it kinda was...)

Riding my bicycle up a really beautiful hill through a summer meadow, the road continues into a cool forest tunnel, thick with trees and vegetation. I go a few hundred feet into it, then turn around to zoom down the road really fast on my bike. I go too fast, and can't stay on the road. Trying not to crash, I go into the meadow off to my right, and bounce to a stop before walking back to the road to continue on. Lots of fun!

I reach home at the bottom of the hill, and feel a sharp poke on my hand. I look and there are several small spiders on me, apparently biting me. My hand and upper arm start to go numb, followed by my shoulder. They seem to have a powerful venom, so I try to brush them off without killing them so they stop biting me. As soon as I brush them off, I notice more on me. Using a soft leaf, I brush those off as well.

Now that I appear to be spider free, I prepare to take a shower. Suddenly, I am covered with the little spiders, and also a single other bug, not very large, but with a painful bite. It is very strong, and I can't brush this one off. I have to pinch my skin together and grab it to remove it from my arm. Tossing it aside, it runs really fast. Not sure if it is going to get me again, I am quickly distracted by the several hundred tiny venomous spiders all over my arms and legs. I also feel something on my back but can't see it.

Trying to get all the spiders off harmlessly, as they bite me, I flinch a little, and probably hurt a few of them. It takes me a while, but I manage to get all of them off that I can see, and quickly get in the shower to the relative safety of the running water. I suspect that when I veered off into the meadow, I picked up all those spiders on me somehow.

Crazy!

The first dream was pretty scary.
I was back in Czech in my room. There was someone else there with me, I think it was Krzia. All of a sudden, in noticed that the carpet is rising at one point and it is taking shape of a person in a baby position (on his/her knees). Obviously I freak out and start punching the bump, start jumping on it etc. Somehow I know it is a demon. I managed to press it back to the floor. Then it happens again. I punch it back in again. Then, there is some kind of doll house. It starts moving or shaking. I know that it is another demon getting through. I lift the roof of the house and I see a face of a woman. I start jelling at it, punching it and jumping on it to push it back to the floor. This repeats several time. I call my parents to come and have a look. I cannot remember what happens after, but I have a feeling it stops and we find an explanation to it.

The next dream.

I am in Czech going home from Jablonec and I am at this particular rising road at the edge of my village by the skying slope. The road is in fact made of water and I am swimming home. I see myself. As I watch myself swimming as if I was filming it, I see a small boat in front of me and somewhere around is my sister and my mum. They spot a shark like fin. I go with my camera view under the water and I see it is a killer whale. It wants to play or communicate. Somehow I know that it can sense what I think, so I am calming my mind, and in fact I feel very friendly towards it. It swims around me, nudges me few times, sometimes a little bit rough which pushes me under the water. The killer whale is getting excited to play with me, but it is becoming a little violent. I decide it is better to continue swimming and ignore it.

I then get out of the water and see Martin Janda, my old class mate. He must be living in my village too. He has some trash that he wants to throw away, but is complaining to himself that there are not trash bins around. Then we get to the bus stop near central pub, and there is a notice board with hundreds of flyers and notes arranged in a cascade like manner. I am not happy that he lives in my village as I never liked him.

i had a few small dreams last night... i had 5 of them. but most are super short and boring so ill just post the good one.


setting- i was a younger girl in this dream. In this dream, it was just my father and i. we lived in a remote rural area. my father was over-protective, so i was always inside trying to talk to people online. I was a short pale girl probably about 13 years old with long straight black hair and blue eyes. my Father was a fat balding man, who whore a brown suspenders with a light green button up shirt undernearth; with light brown pants.

I was sitting in the living room of our house with my dad. he was reading a newspaper and had a cigar in his mouth. he never lit his cigars, just put them in his mouth for the flavour. (this is something my grandfather used to do.) I had wanted to take a funny picture, so i told my dad to put his fingers to his head in the shape of a gun. he pretended to do it, then when i raised my phone to take the picture he reached out and slapped the phone out of my hands, and started scolding me. "what are ya stupid?! im not taking a picture like that!! *mumbles* stupid kid...."
i remember getting really upset. i just wanted to take a funny picture... what was so bad about it? why dad always yell at me?? I grabbed the phone off the floor and went downstairs. downstars was actually underneather the house... there was a tunnel for cars underneath it to go through... (though there was no road, and one entrance was blocked off, so it was a one way in and out.) i was sitting down there just kinda sulking. i found 2 newspapers down there and decided to look through them... that's when things started gettin freaky. The first newspaper i picked up was normal, but the one right next to it was full of photos of murders and blood and dismemberment. This actually didn't bother me though. i kept looking through the newspaper, at the photos. (i remember seeing a few that are pretty famous on the internet here haha.) suddenly it got pitch black, and started downpouring so hard that the only light coming in from that one entrance tunnel was pretty much completely cut off. i looked around for a minute when it happened, then looked back to the newspaper. there was a photo of me covered in blood, posing naked. and the photo was like glowing. i remember being like, "huh weird." (i love that nothing is freaking me out lol.) i had an idea, and turned the newspaper around to use the glowing picture to illuminate the darkness. it didn't help a whole lot, so i also took out my phone and used that as well. with the two of those in combination, i could actually see pretty well. It was then that i noticed a shadowy figure just standing there trying to be menacing, but i wasn't afraid. This angered the figure, and it asked me why i wasn't afraid. and when i thought about the answer, i realized i was dreaming. i looked at it and said, "because i deal with creeps like you all the time." and gave it a grin. then the shadow opened its eyes wide and i was forced awake.