nightmare

Night of 4/18/14
In bed from 11:09 to 7:40

Dream 1

Late to meeting because I was in the pisser.
Wouldn't stop pissing
Unusual flow
Towards the end it was a wide and heavy mist, it also came out as a brown paste

In meeting. My writing was not what they wanted. It had no cohesion and no ending

I said it didn't need to be; I thought I was supposed to write about my dreams. I was really angry

Tldr: nutty piss and I turned in a dream journal as my assignment.

Dream 2 (fragment)

Outside was flooded, I was at the back deck of my house with my family fishing. The water level was just below the deck. I caught a few fish.

i am already lucid when the dream starts. i notice that i am in a forest. i look up and i see the blue sky. i feel like trying flying but i am scared. but i just walk through the forest, i notice a small house, it looks haunted.... i walk around the house to inspect it further when it suddenly starts to get
DARK. i shout "LET THERE BE LIGHT!!" it ceases to work. i shout "MAKE IT DAY" nope. i walk into the house. now it has become so dark that i cant see anything at all. suddenly i see a something in the dark that resembles eyes. just when i notice that something in the dark grabs my leg and drags me. i start screaming. but instead of me being jolted awake it instead changes into another dream scene.
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this could be a ghost story.

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So I am tied to a giant clock, with my head right where the pendulum swings. Chucky laughs at me as he gets everything in place. Then the pendulum (with spikes on it) swings into my head, knocking it over to the other side, where it hits yet more spikes. After a few rounds of this, I bite on to an edge of the clock, to hold myself out of the way, and manage to get a pry bar from somewhere and attempt to dismantle the clock. Chucky gets in my face now, and reminds me of how he had to remove each one of my ribs with that very pry bar, and he'll do it again if I don't stop. A vivid, painful memory of just that happening flashes in my mind, but I go for the escape anyway.

I jump into a series of rooms, and shut Chucky into one of them, as I run to the next one. Soon, I realize the rooms are connected with a shared bathroom, so I shut the bathroom door on Chucky's side. But there is a hole on the bottom of it, just big enough for him to crawl through, so I shut the other door, but the same sort of hole is there too! Chucky slowly crawls through toward me, laughing an evil laugh as he does so, and talking about how painful it is going to be when he kills me. As he starts to emerge into the room I am hiding in, I bite him in the face! This seems to have hurt him, so I bite him again, taking a big chunk off his head. Since he's having a hard time getting through the hole quickly, I take a few more bites at him until he is sort of dazed by this.

Grabbing Chucky, I crumple him into a ball, and run out of the house, and up the street where there is an outdoor cafe. An older woman looks at me, as if she knows exactly what's going on. She offers me some gravy sauce and biscuits. I sit down at the table next to hers, cover Chucky with gravy sauce, and eat him with biscuits. She gives me another biscuit before she leaves. As I finish off Chucky, I wish there was a more pleasant way to do this than to eat him. Biting into his stomach, I expect a bunch of gross juices to be in there, but it's just hollow, like a doll. Not that gross after all, but really tough to chew. The gravy and biscuits make it easier to swallow.

Dreams I had this month or a month ago that I remember.
#0
[Dream training]

I was in a room with students around me. Than I left them to go to a invited party with my family. My brother and my mom and I entered the room. It was filled with tables with food on them. I was like yay! I wanted to eat some dessert with strawberries. But I saw that the foods were rotten and old. So I was like why are there old foods here!? My middle school teacher from years ago was assisting with the party and said something i don't recall. Than that's when my brother said that putting rotten food out was a stupid idea. That's when i began walking and saw a tall young man say to me. Hey, I remember you. i remembered the guy from a pizza dream of mine. He was so tall that i was like woah. Than jumped holding on to him. Than I let go and left that scene. I was taken into a small room where i was told my assignment was to get out. I looked behind me and saw a bear standing on his feet. I tried to trick the bear by telling it that there was food somewhere else and he left. Than I jumped way up onto something. I saw string and climbing material on the floor. I was high up and was told my next assignment was to get down first. There were other girls beside me trying to win. But I manged to get down first and won. After that I woke up I think....

#1

[The scary girl]

I was dreaming something I don't remember...than I walked into a room where it was a rectangle and there were tables around. A middle aged man offered me some wine and I told him no. I don't drink wine. Than I ran out the room and started walking. That's when I felt like someone was following me. A girl was behind me and when i got in the middle of the room I could see a girls picture on the floor. Than she started to laugh in a evil manner. I moved quickly and ran up some stairs. I could see a dark room with a figure of a person inside. It scared me so I ran again and the girl started to chase me. Saying I would never get out. When I was running through the hall I saw a room where there was a man who looked like Abraham Lincoln butchering a person on a table with two others. The girl cried out I would never escape. But I flew and tried to get out through the walls and I did. I tried to get on a train i saw but I was pulled back in the building. So I tried to fly through the roof. When i touched the roof and the girl was right behind me i appeared on my bed. Couldn't move until I tried to wake myself up and i did.

#2
[The stomach stab again...]
I appeared in a narrow long room with a red carpet after exiting a bathroom. I could see a picture of a blond lady with a pony tail. A voice spoke like a news reporter saying that Jenny was in trouble of being chased by bad men who wanted to kill her. I than proceeded to turn than walk. I could see a boy in a wooden seat. With a cup of clear blue water to his side. He wore a mask of that troll face picture i see on the internet and there was a small blue fire like thing floating above him. Another voice spoke saying "This boy waited for God and died from a terrible sickness." I was kind of scared than so I tried to get out the building but that's when small childlike Goku from dragon ball gt came out of no where and grabbed me. Than I felt someone stabbing my stomach. That's when I thought of my old dream with the little girl who did the same. Than a voice spoke saying I wouldn't escape. But I managed to escape goku's grip and that's when i woke up.

#3
[Ending to a dream]
I was at a school walking in a line with other students. When suddenly a huge guy from the line grabbed me than threw me to the floor. After that he stomped on my head. I could feel the pain in my dream. Than i appeared on my bed and a dark figure grabbed me and threw me under the bed and started beating me. After that i woke up and I was shaking in real life at times. So I started playing the 3ds to feel better and felt better a few minutes later. I've never had a scary nightmare like that. But I think I had that dream cause i was focusing on my head a lot the current week. Since sometimes i get anxiety when i see scary stuff on the news...-w-

#4
[In The Library]
I was in the Library with my sister and my nephew. There were other people around doing their own business. My sister turned to me and asked me to help her find a book for my young nephew. As I looked I saw a little girl behind my nephew. I than knew that I was dreaming and felt that she was the girl who liked to stab my stomach. So I said to her " get away from my nephew!." and she disappeared a bit. My sister came up to me and asked what was wrong. I told her we have to get out of here quick. That's when people started to leave the library like it was closing down. So we began to leave but the little girl came up to me and was telling me not to go. I said get away from me! as i followed the crowd through the hall. She said said she wouldn't let me. So I was like I believe in Jehovah! I don't believe in ghosts. And that's when she let go and i reached the outside. Outside i got on the bus but suddenly a boy ran up to me and said something i don't remember. I said no! Just leave me alone!. Than he said fine! I'll never bother you again! and left. On the bus I saw a girl crying for him in the third person and than saw words on the bus floor which looked like a song or poetry. Saying something about missing somebody. : P

4.14.14

Hell week is behind me (both jobs ridiculously busy, to the point of it not being fun). I'll still be getting up at 2am to get to work by 3, but I'm hoping for normal or close to normal sleep time. As long as I figure out how to go to bed at 6pm.

Last night, bed 10:20pm - 7:40am

DR1

I'm in a huge at least 2 story house. We are expecting a nuclear attack, so we are making preparations. Me with some kids are getting some built-in closets ready with blankets, aluminum foil?, testing the doors and stuff.

I'm suddenly sensing that an explosion went off. I'm yelling at others "It's happening, it's happening"! I'm ushering them into the closets. I know we have very short time till the shock wave gets to us. But I'm mostly worried about the heat and that's what I'm hoping the aluminum foil and blankets will protect us from. Even if there will be inferno all around, even in hallways, we hope to survive in the closet and not get too hot to die.

I know I'm on borrowed time and the heat and shock wave can kill me at any moment. My whole body is tense and I'm prepared to die. But I have to finish putting people in the closets. I'm also grabbing 3 cats and putting them inside, but they are getting out of there, being oblivious to the danger.

We are all in the closet and we are shutting our eyes tight as not to get blinded by the super bright light of the explosion. Even so, the darkness is getting brighter and brighter and I'm worried. I put my hand on my eyes and it's still getting brighter.

Quite intense dream with lots of emotions. Not much fear at all, more just an urgency to get everybody to safety without regard if I make it or not.


DR2

I'm at work. I'm new here. It's some kind of a high/tech office building. I'm walking through our supply room. I't huge like a hangar. Lots of windows on the right hand side.

Lots of boxes stacked up. There is one column of cardboard boxes taller than others. It's like 3 stories high. I'm amazed, how can it stand without falling over. As I'm walking back towards the entrance, I see a ton of other supplies and even large equipment. Lot's of it is suspende or stacked up in the air.

I get a bad feeling about an earthqake and I speed up. I'm getting kinda freaked out now thinking that this is really not a good place to be during an earthquake.

I get outside and I'm walking on the ground floor by the main gate. A tall and skinny column made out of styrofoam is holding up some smaller roof. But it felt down and someone is trying to make it stand up and support the roof again. he is doing it wrong and the styrofoam column snaps into 3 pieces. I pick them up and I'm helping this other person to put the support beam back in it's place. But as soon as I pick them up, this other person runs away, leaving me there holding the pieces, which makes it look like I did it.

Now I'm inside in the lobby. There are a few desks with at least 2 receptionists. I'm deciding which one to tell about the snapped beam. I pick one of them and I don't wanna rat anybody out, but with her questioning the truth comes out, that someone else broke it and I was just trying to help put it back.

Then we sit in the lobby in comfy sofas and chairs and we are talking and joking and laughing and I think to myself, how nice it would be to have a friend like this. We are leaving now, everybody is putting on dark long winter coats.


DR 3
I'm visiting OP. She is not as tall as I remember her? We are walking and talking inside her place and I kinda feel intruding, unwelcomed. I say that I had poured some glasses of vodka. She doesn't say it, but I learn somehow that she has a cold and fever and stuff. So I say we don't have to drink, I don't like vodka anyway.


I'm glad my recall is good. I know it fluctuates so not really upset over dry spells, but it sure does feel good to remember. Thank you.

I'm in my old room, my sister is trying to come in, but I locked myself in, to stay in peace.
I'm writing in my old journal, something like ''I want to run away''.
Then I stop writing as some ladybugs come in from the window.
After few seconds my bed is totally red. I think it is a signal for me to go and I prepare.
The radio is on and I'm listening some news. They say there is an invasion of ladybugs, and everyone feels compelled to leave.
I think I'm not going to do what everyone is doing, so I decide to stay, but the ladybugs get angry at me and start to jump on me.
I like ladybugs, but after a while I look at whatever insect I start to feel first repulsion, then panic.
In fact I start to panic and I try driving them away with my hands.
I'm not able and and when I look at my mirror, I don't see any insect on me, just my face and my body covered in blood and a paper knife in my hand.
I wear just a short white t-shirt, but it is totally tore up and stained of blood.
I'm scared my parents can see me like that and so i change my mind and decide to leave like everybody else.
I look at the mirror again and I wear that white shirt, but cleaned, not anymore stained of blood.
I feel relieved, but then mirror shows me someone is looking at me from the windowsill and I wake up frightened.

Before I start off, when do y'all record your dreams? When I wake up I don't want to turn on the light and start writing things down. How can I become better at this without ruining my sleep?

In bed from 9:42pm-5:59am
Drank apple juice and meditated a little the night before

Dream one:
(Fragment, non-lucid)
Was with an old friend playing games together
We were eating pizza
His old man was there
Throat felt really thirsty/salty/burning
end: Woke up a little before three and had to get some water

This probably comes from the guilt I have from not speaking to this friend in a few years, for no real reason.

Dream two:
(Semi-fragmented? semi-lucid?). Could feel that I had some control over the environment, but I wasn't fully lucid; I didn't know I was dreaming.

In an aunts house
Feels (from the inside) like a house from japan.
uncle not home.
black man ready to leave the house (What?)
tell him he still has a chance, aunt was once engaged to a black man.(What?)
he leaves
house is leaking rain water
forget house is leaking
go outside?, don't remember what it looked like.
find cement tunnels running under the city
Explore tunnels, feels like something the yakuza would use.
scared
find openings into houses (smuggle children?)
find opening into aunts house, she didn't know about yakuza hatch
get lost in maze of tunnels
end: woke around 5:30-40

have no clue where this came from

10.04.2014

Gunpoint, Scammed, and Building my Way Up for Revenge (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out at an open-field environment that seems to mix around the usual large park setting, and a skateboarding park as well. I’m near an individual that looks like he’s African-American, and is wearing a black shirt along with either white shorts, or regular jeans.

He slowly turns around, and shows a gun, and now I’m at gunpoint. I try not to react to quickly, slowly trying to make the conversation casual, and less likely for the dream character to try and do something rash. He keeps pestering me with threats, and seems to be only using the gun as a means to make his words known without anyone questioning them.

This prompts me to slowly walk backwards while feigning as if I’m afraid, and the moment I found a way to run, and have him have a difficult time if he were to shoot me, I took the opportunity immediately. I didn’t hear gunshots, though something about this interaction makes me have feelings as if I want to encounter this individual again, mostly due to something they did to another individual.

I’m not too sure which individual they caused harm, or even death to, but feelings of revenge started piling up, and feeling a sense of incompetence of not being able to save the individual because I was left empty handed to try and protect myself. The transitioning in the dream is a bit shaky, mostly due to me not really taking the time to recall it in detail the moment I woke up from it.

The dream shifts to where I somehow land inside a large maroon van, which feels kind of awkward since I was in the process of trying to reflect what happened before I escaped from gunpoint. There’s two females I believe that I have a conversation with, and I don’t know what was stated, but I believe I finally recollected what occurred before, and shared my story with them.

They seemed to have been sympathetic for me, and offered me some money to get by, which either implies they knew I would probably want to get back at the other individual, or whatever was stated in my story, the individual that was harmed by the enemy, in this case, probably was of essential help. Whatever the case, I thank them, and had intentions of going to a weapon store, since I felt the individual I’m after couldn’t have gone far.

But with the logic of dreams, sometimes when you feel so close to something, or someone, you’re literally thousands of miles away, or implied to be in a completely different circumstance, which kind of throws plot development out of the window. For some reason, when I tried to get to a weapons store, I felt as if I was scammed by someone, maybe the same women I talked to, when they stated the money was either fake, or something like that.

Seeing how there’s too much going on, I decided to use whatever money I had in my wallet, and invest in going to a hotel to see how I would assess the circumstances I’m having to deal with right now. I still feel like I’m inside a vehicle, waiting for whoever is driving to arrive at a destination for a hotel I could go into.

And the environment itself resembled a city where there's elevated train tracks.

I can't recall what happens next. Either things ended up being pointless to me, since the plot development was basically nonexistent with these sporadic dream shifts, or my recall for the rest faded away when I went back to sleep.

I went semi-lucid during a nightmare - a scene involving IRL characters - and wanted to change the scene in order to get away from the nightmare. I had a false awakening - possibly two, memory's vague on this point - either way, I eventually wound up in my IRL bedroom, lucid (now unsure on whether or not I lost lucidity in between).

The room's dark, and I'm frustrated, feeling trapped. I've got the impression I'm stuck in some in-between state, not dreaming properly (whatever that means) and not able to wake myself up, and I'm trying to escape this state. I'm thinking about lack of control, and I look at an object in my hand and turn it into a sword, thinking of this as somewhat pointless, and thinking something about the way the dim light affects this. I find myself moving along the ceiling, as if I'm held up there against my will. There are two windows, and I manage to claw my way over to one while avoiding being pulled toward the other. I slide it open and tear out the screen (I was thinking something I can't recall in detail, something about the way the window responds to my actions by opening or not opening due to it being a part of a dream rather than a physical window), and with great effort manage to crawl through the window.

On the other side, I'm floating over water, surrounded by cliffs and hills covered in snow. It's night. There are wooden buildings and people outside, dressed in clothes from at least a few centuries ago. My perspective is moving, but I'm still partway in the window; when I look behind me, I can see the window hovering in midair. I'm moving toward the town center, and I can hear people talking - not a language I understand, but from some of the words I catch I believe it to be German, or some variant of it. There's some event about to take place, I believe it's something religious, some ritual.

I enter a building. Memory goes spotty here again, but eventually I wound up speaking with an old woman who gave an impression of beauty and power. To her left was a woman sitting asleep in a throne, dressed in a costume that could have been straight from the LotR movie elves - I specifically compared it to a costume while I was looking at her. I wondered if she was Julia. (It's unusual that it's something I wondered about, as opposed to just knowing.) The old woman was telling me about her plans, including something she was going to discard, and I requested that she give me that thing. She was surprised but amused and granted my request, but afterward I thought of this as a missed opportunity - I became distracted by the thing she gave me, I should have just listened and followed along with her.

So this was quite a while ago but i still remember it quite clearly. I was standing on a beach looking at the sun when some of my friends wanted to go riding on a boat so i did and it was nice but all of a sudden the wind began to pick up and the waves grew higher and higher and the small boat turned into a massive ship and there was a captain yelling at the crew to keep the ship afloat as we were getting pounded with wave after wave. I was holding on to some netting and that is all that i felt that was keeping me on board. The captain yelled very loudly as a massive wave came rushing toward us . The wave had thousands of zombies in it for some reason and as the wave came over the boat the zombies came on too and started tearing everybody to pieces real gory like and i started to freak out and i realized this could never actually happen so i realized i was dreaming but i couldn't control it and i got up and ran up the boat past the captain who was shooting them with his pistol( idk where he got it from he just had it haha) i ran into a room on the boat and shut the door. I was inside of an entire new surrounding inside of an apartment or something. Yet i could still hear them knawing at the door outside. There was a man with a shotgun that told me to follow him so i did, we went into his apartment and there was a big door that was covered in metal. He shot the door four times with the shotgun and i began to discourage his efforts of trying to open it. On the fifth shot it opened as he walked by me with a grin. And i woke up.

I just want to apologize in advanced if you struggle to read this as i am dyslexic and i struggle to spell properly.

Im eighteen and i have suffered with the same horific dream since i was around 14. At the start i believed it was just an average nightmare but later on my dream became more repetatve and i had it around 2-3 times a week i believe. It has stopped for around a year but the past 2 months its became common again.

My dream hasnt changed in the slightest and is exactly the same. Ive done research but i have no explanation for what causes my dreams.

The start of my dreams is im walking through a forest and a girl is hanging from a tree by her neck and then when i look behind her there are hundrends of people hanging, asking me to join them. Its only for that sort period of time because i wake up screaming. Ive even woke my boyfriend up being in floods of tears screaming and wriggling.

Last nights dream was the strangest because it was exactly the same but this time in my dream i was dreaming of the hanging people. It is hard to expailn but i was basically dreaming another dream. I thought i woke up in the night and woke my boyfriend up crying but i actually didnt and i was dreaming it. It wasnt untill this morning when we realised that i hadnt actually woken up and i realised that was dreaming it.

My dreams have led me to actaully become ill and when i was younger i had thoughts of this happening. I belive that there is a reason behind my dream but im worried that it could be psychological rather then a night terror.
Can someone who knows someone or has dreams like mine or slightly lke mine please talk to me about it. Ive never been so ashamed and worried about these dreams but they are becoming more common.

Sorry about the awful spelling i did try my best.
Thank you, Harley x

This is my first forum, there will be most likely grammatical errors or maybe some ambiguity and for that reason I am advising now that if there is any questions that need to be asked, do not hesitate. Please help to improve for a 'next time' and do not criticize me . I had a dream that warned me about my sister, I do not remember what the voice said, but it was of a man's voice. This was towards the end of the dream. Beforehand I was with my friend Richard, hanging out with him not knowing what the reason or what exactly we were doing, the voice was warning me in the background constantly. I remember the end of my dream almost exactly, which was me in the minivan of my friend Richard with her mom driving us, who knows where. Then I begin to hear the voice again in the background about my sister and then everything freezes in the minivan. I then decide to look in my hand and then I count 6 fingers, with the little knowledge I have of lucid dreaming I was able to discern that I was dreaming. After this realization I try to take control of the dream as well as the characters in my dream, such as my friend Richard and his mother. I begin to breathe extremely heavily and trying to take control and keep peace of mind because that would have been the only way to take control of the dream, according to my knowledge. Seconds later I feel a strong pull from behind and I was still trying to take control by calling out to my friend Richard and ordering him to help me since he was an object in my dream I can control. During this pulling I hear the voice constantly warning me about my sister. I should clarify that the voice said something like "check your sister" or maybe another synonym for check. In addition I have four sisters, and the voice did not specify to one but just stated sister, as a singular noun. Then after the entire shenanigans, I wake up frightened because I was scared of what or who the voice was as well as the warning itself. The warning was instilled in my head. This was during the middle of the night, then I went back to sleep not remembering what I dreamt afterwards. Now a bit of my background is that Richard, currently, is my closest friend, I see him everyday in school and hang out after school. Out of my four sisters I only stay in touch constantly with one, lives in another state. The other three live in the same state and close, yet we do not stay in touch. I still receive news about my sisters whether from family or other types of media they use. If there is anything you need to know please ask. THANK YOU in advance!

Here we go... it was a month without this nightmare showing up....

I'm ready for jogging.
It's evening and, as I'm starting to run, I think I have to go faster, as that THING could find me.
After a little while it starts to rain. It's a light rain, so I decide to go on.
I'm going up a hill now, it rains stronger and I start to be scared as I feel something is following me.
I can't see anything behind me, but I know IT hides itself behind trees and shadows.
I'm totally soaked. I see a house and I think I would gain some time running through that house, so I step in through an open window.
The room is a kind of Library, but as soon as my feet touch the ground, I notice it is flooded.
The water reaches my knee and it's hard to run there.
I think I can't die now, as I'm supposed to read all the books in that room.
That though makes me stronger and I keep running.
I keep opening doors and doors. The rooms are all the same, sort of Libraries, but every room is more flooded than the previous one.
Now water reached my hips and there are some creatures swimming around me.
Also I heard something stepped on from the window I came in, and I'm sure IT is closer now.
I start to panic but I can't run faster, as water reduces my speed.
Also there are those creatures, kind of alive seaweeds and big fishes, wrapping and brushing my legs.
I'm horrorized every time they touch me, but finally I'm able to get out of that house through another window.
It rains really strongly now, I can't see where I'm going, and that THING almost reached me.
I feel IT one step behind me. I can't stop and I'm panicking more, and I feel IT is going to catch me.
IT is a kind of enormous sheet. Floating in the air and trying to wrapping me.
As soon as he gets closer, I feel IT touching my legs and arms, and every time it envelops me more.
At the end IT is all around me. No rain anymore, but the wind blows between the sheet, preventing me to run without stumbling.
There's nothing else than that sheet around me, IT slams and bangs and beats and flaps all around me.
I feel frightful and run faster, but it is so awful and apaling and I'm so damn tired that all I want is surrender.

I always wake up in the same way, sitting in my bed, totally sweat, with goosebumps, and with my hand on my heart pounding like crazy.
I always wake up when I feel like surrender, but I never saw the end of the nightmare.

04.04.2014

The Guy with the Axe and Gun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up, and found myself in an environment that looks exactly like the area I'm currently residing in waking life. Green walls, a bed that's slightly elevated more than usual, and the same material of dark gray carpet.

I'm gradually becoming more aware that this is a dream, feeling the slight blurry echo effects as I'm moving about inside the house. I hear footsteps coming near the house's entrance, and I immediately motioned myself near it.

I peek through the hole, and I see a Caucasian male that has dark brown hair, is wearing a yellow polo shirt that's untucked, along with regular blue worker jeans. He's wielding an axe with his right hand I believe, and he's knocking on the door, and spends a few seconds waiting before knocking again.

I quickly turn in the other direction, wondering where I could find a weapon in case this guy has ill intentions in mind. I decided I should check the other bedroom diagonally to the left of me for something. I hear the knocking, but I try to not let it intimidate me since they couldn't possibly come in.

Completely wrong.

I hear the door open, and because I couldn't find something to protect myself, and because I was too fixated on the emotions of fear and panicking, I ended up making horrible decisions, and decided to try and hide under a bed.

Too bad the bottom of the bed barely had any space for me to hide under, and it would only be a matter of time for the person to find me there even if I could hide under there.

The individual is getting closer and closer, and he's raising his shoulders up while having his arms at a lop-sided "L" position with the axe, and a gun as well. My perspective starts getting a bit weird, and it feels like I'm seeing things at a slanted angle now, almost as if I'm about to fall down.

The guy is walking pretty slowly, and the blurry echoes become more prevalent, but I'm too bothered by what may happen rather than attempting to change the dream environment.

I wake up, because it doesn't seem anything was going to change at the time.

uh man it's like 9:42 PM let's see
I wrote some out earlier but then had to restart google chrome gggg but I can still remember some...

Dream - Can't Get Out
So in this one let's seee first of all my bro and I were chilling in this big old movie theater complex, and we befriended this one kid in a wheelchair and borrowed something from him, like maybe a handheld game thing. And then later we realized we needed to give it back to him, but by that time he was chilling by the concession stand next to the stairs, and we were on the second floor directly overhead (also next to the stairs), and for WHATEVER reason we decided to try to lower it through a hole in the floor to him, rather than just going down the stairs. Think there was also an elevator by them stairs. But nah. Too convenient I guess. Too easy.

So we tried to lower it to him using a jumprope but I'm pretty sure that didn't work. Like, maybe there wasn't even a hole in the floor to begin with. Crazy stuff.

Next bit was me alone in the theater complex still, in some back area that was super well decorated. Looked like the living space for some rich retired guy; open spaces, fireplace with a mantel, gold stuff and nice furniture all around, and like, random stuff displayed on stands like it was a museum or art exhibit or somethin'.

I think I was looking for something. The mood was sort of heading towards horror-ish, though I'm not sure how. And then the rich retired guy walked in behind me. He was pretty friendly, really. Quite welcoming. I guess we were sort of buddies or on the same side or whatever.

So then I hopped in an elevator and started heading down to the basement, but had a brief moment of lucidity when I realized that this was a dream and that I really did NOT want to go down to the basement. There was going to be something terrible down there. That's how basements are, in horror games, and this dream had at some point become a nightmare. By now I was huddled in the corner of the elevator, facing the door, fighting my fear.

I started trying to figure out how to wake up. I tried to feel my IWL body, asleep in my bed, but there was absolutely no sign of it. I couldn't perceive it even slightly. It really was just me in the dream, as far as my mind was concerned. I think I abandoned the attempt to feel my body and instead tried to just "wake up", but that didn't work either and soon the lucidity died.

The elevator reached the basement and the doors opened to reveal darkness, and a menacing basement sort of atmosphere; but where I was expecting some monster to appear, the confident retired man walked up, in a white suit that defied the darkness around him. He stepped into the elevator, and we headed back upstairs.

I don't remember what happened next. I think we ended up back in the main part of the theater, and I might have woken up soon after.

Fragment: Me walking along, hugging myself, then realizing that the people around me can see my body language.