nightmare

i had a dream that i finally reunited with my dad, only to get in a physicl fight outside of a restaurant, none of his blows hurt, but suddenly i was barefoot

I was at my old house in blacks land. A delivery man had come to the door, and I could see his yellow uniform through the hazy glass. I opened the door and he was there with a parcel for me. I said if I paid him some money for the parcel, he could give me it, if not I would have to collect it from the post office. I opened the door, and as I did, I felt a sense of danger, as if he was a scammer and wanted to get inside my house. I quickly closed the door and locked it.

Delivery man.

I saw someone trying to get into inside through the back door, but it was locked. I was positive that something bad was going to happen if I allowed them inside. I picked up the phone and went to dial 000 for the police. The numbers on the phone were weird, it had like options for calling 00, 0, 0000, and a few other crazy combinations.. but not 000! I was struggling to figure out how to call the police. Eventually It started ringing, waiting for someone to answer. I was getting nervous as I didn't know what to say, I was a bit confused.

The man that tried to get through the back door was now there again, but this time he had been able to open one of the doors. He couldn't open the next door though (Wire Door).

I went outside into the backyard. To my surprise, I saw the man that was trying to get in through the back door. He looked very tall and solid. He reminded me of someone from my previous job. He was a delivery driver. I was pretty close to him the man at one point. I saw Mum open the back door and pop her head out. I quickly ran back inside and locked the back door before the man reached it.

I tried calling the police again but it was engaged. I thought maybe, that they had cut the phone line. I looked out the front window and saw a police car, but it looked like a American cop car, not an Australian one. I figured this was the scammers up to there tricks, trying to pose as policeman.
I looked out of the kitchen window and saw another cop car, it was driving over the hood of another car.

American police car (left) - Australian police car (right)

Mum went outside to see what was happening. I thought this was a bad move, because scammers were probably hoping to lure someone out, so they could get inside. I was about to tell Mum to get back inside quickly, but there plan worked, the big man from earlier was now inside the house. I was thinking about what I was going to do to the man, and I pictured myself hitting him.

Dream ended.

NORMAL
NON-LUCID
REALITY CHECK POTENTIAL
REFLECTIONS

So I went to bed at i dunno, 1am or something last night! I woke up about one or two hours later, and i was having an awful sleep. NIGHT TERRORS!

1)I felt like I was having 1,000,000 thoughts every second. It was mentally exhausting and I felt like it was never going to end. I would drift in and out of sleep, each time feeling relieved that it was gone, only to realize it was still there. It was as vivid as real life, but as terrifying as a nightmare or a bad trip. I reckon it may be cos I haven't smoked in a week or so.


I was extremely relieved to realize this had all gone after I actually woke up, went to the loo and got back into bed. Honestly one of the worst experiences of my life! The rest of my dreams were nicer :- )

2Tom, Will, Ashley, Charlotte and I were seeing yung lean live in Sweden. It was cloudy but warm, and we were walking across a courtyard area of a primary or secondary school. It looked like England, but I knew it was Sweden somehow. In addition, my mates dont like yung lean much so why we would all travel across Europe to see them I do not know XD It was in a very familiar setting; the school courtyard looked like my secondary school, although at the same time it looked nothing like it, same goes to the church. We'd been there previously to see Yung Lean, hense why I recognized it. It's great that you can get nostalgic or vaguely recognize something existing only in the dream world There was also a grand piano next to a grunden, which in particular looked similar to my secondary school. Inside the church, it was suitably light. We were all sat on plastic blue chairs. I remember hearing them playing Ginseng Strip 2002, and it was excellent. They did the usual dances, it was more chilled out though than their online performances. More like the Hurt video performance. Mum was sat with my Nan a few meters to the right of me, and Mum thought it was funny.

3) I was in Tom. R's living room with Latham. C, Luke.Y and Harry.H. It was late, must have been about midnight. It was light in the room but very dark outside. I was getting bored and was ready to leave, but I wanted to stay at the same time as someone had weed and I wanted to smoke up big time. I decided to bare with it for a while, and asked Latham over politely if I could blag a lift off of him later on in the night. He said that was fine, but started to get ready to leave. I didn't want to leave anymore as I knew they'd be smoking up soon, but I didn't want to be rude as he was going out of his way to drop me home. Harry. H had been meaning to drive home too, but claims he accidentally ended up getting really stoned which was a problem as he wanted to drive home. In the car with Latham it was dark other than the red lights of his dashboard. It was awkward and naff as I didn't want to leave but I appreciated his effort, and he wasn't going home - literally dropping my home then returning to Tom's! Latham didn't have a clue where I lived which was kind of a kick in the teeth, as we were best friends as children and were always round each others houses. When I explained to him where I lived, he mocked me as it was only a 10-15 minute walk away, calling me lazy. This was true, but I didn't really care. Tom's house had moved - it was now where Ollie.P used to live! When I got home, I sat on the sofa with my Dad. Everything was cool with him. The setting suddenly changed from the familiar living room to an unfamiliar, grey, but welcoming doctors surgery during the day. I feel like this may have been a completely separate dream. We were still sat on the sofa, and the television was still in front of us, but it was higher up on a wall bracket now. We were watching some sort of weird, Japanese advert for stopping racism. I said it was so dated, but my Dad just said it simply wasn't my cup of tea. It was my cup of tea though! The people were in some sort of large metal tank, much like a boiler, and it had a modified robot brain inside it. After a while, Dad said to me, "I hate to ask this, and I know it's boring. I know you quit the fags, but what about other stuff? Like weed?" There was a long pause here whilst I tried to figure out something to say. Normally I would just deny it, but something felt quite casual and honest about this experience, even though I knew it wasn't. I was going to tell him that I just smoke occasionally, which is true, and that I can turn a joint down these days...not so true The pause made it extremely awkward and obvious. My mum said something, but I didn't hear it, so to speak. It was like sound inside my mind, saying "Everytime Tracey and I walk past you she asks 'Is that smell what I think it is?' and I can't just keep lying to her!".

4) Luke A, Liam C and Gary. P were all very stoned inside one of their bedrooms. It was a small room, and very dark. The haziness of the hotboxed smoke made it even darker, making the view of them almost grainy. Luke A had been told to put some very large headphones on, and was listening to something.

5) Bryn had invited Tom, Will, the girls and I round his house for a smoke up. I was in the back of my parents car on the way home from somewhere. It was a nice day - sunny and warm, with a few clouds here and there. I knew I wanted to go to Bryn's and so did my parents, but they drove straight past his house as they wanted to go home first, for some reason. This was annoying, as it would mean we would have to make another trip, and I didn't see the logic in it. When we got home and I was in my living room, my parents decided they didn't want to drive me to Bryn's. No particular reason, just didn't want to! This meant I had to walk - LONG! I realized that if I ran I could probably be there in 15 minutes. Bryn, Will and Tom and maybe the girls were already there, in a room I'd never seen before. I was hoping they'd not start smoking before I arrived. Bryn claimed his bud was extremely potent, but he had very little of it.

6) I was at my local Green with my manager Lynsey's daughter Emily. It was about 7pm on a summers evening, and the weather was beautiful! It was still quite light, with the light glimmering through the trees. Lynsey's car pulled up by the back bench, so Emily and I walked towards the black large car. I went to Lynsey's side of the car - she was driving, and she had her window winded down. She recently had a miscarriage, and this was the first time I'd seen her since, but she looked well. I found it strange that she was driving and not her husband, who was in the passenger seat.

I will post an update on this every day. It's been an odd recurring dream and I need some help on what to do with it.
I'll post what happens every night.

Day 1 - Nothing important happened.
Night 1 - I see a girl with long, straight red-ish hair and wears a pink dress with splatters of red. She is just staring at me while in a sitting position. My bed is just on the floor, like a small mattress so If i were to sit on my bed, I would see her in eye level across the room. I didn't really care about it much and I thought it was just a dream. Oddly enough, I usually become lucid in these kind of dreams but I couldn't somehow.

Day 2 - Nothing important happened.
Night 2 - The same as day one, just the girl staring at me at the other side of my room.

Day 3 - Some trouble in my class with my friends.
Night 3 - I didn't see her again today.

Day 4 - Nothing important happened.
Night 4 - I didn't see her anymore, I think it's finally over.

Day 5 - Did a group activity in class, nothing special but noted.
Night 5 - This is where I freaked out. The girl was on her knees this time, just staring at me with blank eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds then she suddenly moved extremely fast towards me, still on her knees. It's like shes trying to walk just on her knees and it was so fast that after a few seconds she was almost face to face with me, luckily I woke up before anything scary happened. I laughed at myself for being so scared over a dream once I woke up and continued my day.

Day 6 - I told my classmates about it and they keep saying that this happens because I'm not too faithful to God and I'm being haunted by demons, they are some religious nuts aren't they? I don't really think that has anything to do with these recurring dreams though. One of my friends insist that I pray or something, I don't really believe them.
Night 6 - I hate jump scares. This is where my friends' and classmates' words started to scare me. I started becoming paranoid while I'm trying to get some sleep. The lights were closed and I could only see a dim light coming from the window of my room. Every time that I almost fall asleep, I would feel something coming towards me. I felt that if it's coming to me, I couldn't move my body so I would sit on my bed and check the room. I got a flashlight and a metal pipe, which I now think I'm that stupid to bring a pipe to fight some sort of non-existing ghost. I checked the flashlight around the room but I didn't see anything. I held my nose and tried to breathe through but I couldn't, it was a reality check so that means I'm not dreaming. I got back on my bed but felt the same thing again and again and I had to wake up to check the room again and again. Each time I woke myself up, I would do a dream check but still, I'm not dreaming. The final time I did this I just thought to myself that I let myself get to affected by what my classmates said about a ghost haunting me and now I'm just scaring myself and not getting any sleep. I gave up and threw the pipe and the flashlight away. As I laid back on my bed, I turned right and saw Diane face to face lying beside me. I was so scared that I woke up in the morning and I couldn't scream. I looked like an idiot and just laughed at how scared I was.

Day 7 - I told this to more of my friends. Some of them laughed, some just gave stupid religious advice -_-.
Night 7 - I couldn't move in my bed for some reason. Nothing special happened even though I couldn't move though I did hear a faint whisper saying something like "Diane". Because of this, me and my classmates decided to call the girl "Diane".

Day 8 - Something happened today that probably influenced my dream. It was the last subject at school and I thought to myself that I can finally get home and mess around with the computer. I was talking with two of my classmates who I will just call Cole and Will. Cole was a girl in my class who wears glasses, she's sort of cute. Will is one of my friends who constantly cries about how his girlfriend doesn't like him that much, poor guy. Will went to do something for awhile so I was just sitting with Cole, we were talking about an anime called "Hataraku Maou-Sama" and I was holding Will's stuffed Peashooter from Plants VS Zombies, I don't know why I had to tell all the details but oh well, I like to say everything in detail. Everything is going normally right? Well, there is this jerk in my class who I'll call "Nate". He's the type of person who would make fun out of anyone just so he can get some attention. He noticed me talking to Cole and started saying that I'm trying to get her to be my girlfriend. He said it so loud that the whole class could hear. Really, we're already in highschool and everyone's acting like elementary students saying "EEEEE" just to annoy us both. I didn't really care about Nate since I knew he had nothing better to do and is just getting attention but I noticed Cole getting really angry. I really got angry at that time since I hate getting insulted by lots of people and I wanted to kill Nate at that point if Cole ever decides to start ignoring me because of this. Will finally came back to help but started being insulted as "gay" by one of the other classmates for some reason. While going home, me and Will got into a little fight. I accidentally punched him in the ribs and I twisted my right foot. After that I said now it's fair and we went home. At home I just stayed in my room thinking of ways to get revenge on Nate, I stayed in my room the whole day until its nighttime. If you're still reading this, congratulations.
Night 8 - I didn't really care if I was going to see Diane this night. I felt someone holding my hand, It felt like really soft skin like Cole's but it also felt very cold, like dead cold. There came another hand which gave me something, I couldn't move anything else other than my hand so I couldn't really look at the object given to me. It felt like a handle of something, I moved my fingers to check the tip and It was somewhat sharp. I managed to get a glimpse at it and it was a Knife. I woke up once I noticed it was a knife and went to school.

Day 9 - I was just walking towards Nate and I knew he was going to say something to me, most probably a petty overused insult like "**** you" or "you're gay". He was about to say something but he stopped mid-sentence. For some reason, he looked like he was scared and instantly said sorry to me, I told him to not do it again and he agreed but kept saying he's sorry. That wasn't like him at all.
Night 9 - Oddly enough, nothing happened this night. I was kinda expecting Diane to show up or something.

To be continued.

non lucid dream: last night I dreamed that I was sitting at home and watching TV late at night. and so Suddenly out of the window stood the man I have feared and wanted to have a dream I'm talking about "Micheal Myers" and I have dreamed about him before, but they were a while ago I dreamed about him. I've wanted to kill him in a dream how cool it would have been. but any case, he stood there staring at me o. and I was quite scared and ran away to the door and I opened it. but there stood the legendary boogeyman and raised his arm but his large bloody kitchen knife and stabbed me in the chest and I fall to the floor and I wake up pretty quickly sweaty. go to the bathroom and look at myself and crying to me next time and I'll take you Micheal.

I'm a fan of the movies "Halloween" so watching them pretty much

So after about three weeks of no dreams I finally got some I was really happy to have some dreams after all of those days of darkness!!! I have never made any Dream Journal entries so far but I thought maybe I could give it a try though it wasn't a lucid dream. I've just started to keep my dream journal for the first time in my life. Anyway forgive me if my English isn't very good because it's not my native neither I am that good so forgive me. So two days ago on 9th of September I went to bed about 10:30 pm. At about 11:00 pm I fell asleep. I had two dreams that night.

DR 1:
So the first dream occured somewhere between 11:00 pm and 2:00 am. As far as I can remember I was in my house and it was pretty late and outside it began to get darker and darker. In my house there weren't much light. I was in my kitchen and there was only a one small lamp that was turned on. I think my dog was with me also. I went to a hallway and tried to turn on the lights but it seemed like all the light bulbs in my house were broken except that one in my kitchen which was very small. It was very dark. I went to my bathroom and I could barely see from dark but it seemed like I saw some entity in my bath tub or I was having feeling like I am being watched and like there is some presence in my house. I got really scared and runned to my balcony. I took my telephone and called my neighbour if she could come to my appartment because I'm scared or something like that. While I was talking to the phone I again felt some presence and like I was being watched. I went to the kitchen after that and not a lot time passed(I guess) until I heard the doorbell. I went to my hallway and rushed towards the door through my narrow and dark hallway. I opened the door and I saw a dark shadow which scared me so much that I fell on the floor on my back. After the shadow came closer I realized that it's my neighbour and my parents were with her. After that I woke up at around 2:00 am.

DR 2:
The second dream occured right after the first I guess. So when I woke up I instantly recalled my dream that I previously had and then after a few minutes I fell asleep again and that was about 2:00 am like I said earlier. Then I had another dream. Though there is not a lot I can remember and it isn't really vivid but here it is. I was driving in some car with some other person on some road which was going right beside the shore of some sea. On the left side there were green plains as far as eye can see. There were a few trees. On the right side there were fences and houses. At some point we rushed by a house in front of wich there were two cars one behind the other. The second car that was closer to the road was bright green. After that I suddenly found myself like in some classroom or something like that I don't know even what it is I guess the part of the dream disappeared. So in that classroom I don't remember much things all I could see in front of me was like some desk and wooden board though I know there were other people there too. So there was under one desk like some box which I pulled out and in it there was a giant ladybug like two fists and it looked really gross. It started to climb on the side of the box so I quickly pushed it under the table again. After that again it seems like some part of the dream is lost. All I can think and how I can explain the next thing that I remember can be that I had a some sort of vision in my dream. So suddenly I was in some house in a dark room. There were like curtains on the window and maybe some wooden planks. I wasn't alone there were like three or four more people. And I was sitting on a bed and suddenly in the right corner of the room there appeared some entity in some like a cloak which looked very old. The entity was tall and had long hands with very long fingers that looked like claws. It had round green head more like a shape of an egg layed down with no face. There were no eyes no nose or anything just a big mouth with large sharp teeth. After that again there are some unlogical things and blanks and then I was again in that like a classroom. After that I think I came to that house for real with some people I think my friends and as I climbed onto the bed that entity appeared again like bellow the blanket and popped out. After popping out it hit me really hard so I was launched outside the house flying through the air like 50 meters away. As it struck me I think it maybe said something like 'Don't ever come here!' but I am not sure if it said anything. After that I woke up at around 8:30 am and wrote everything to my dream journal.

NORMAL
DREAMING

Recalled this dream from last night. It was very vivid at the time and my first nightmare in a long time! Either way, i'm just happy to be recalling my dreams every day again I went to bed at 2am, waking up at 6am and 11:45

6am

1) I was looking after a woman at the top of town, behind McDonalds. It was late evening, probably 9pm on a summer day, as the twilight was orange and still had brightness. I was keeping her safe from her mental husband. Why I was given that duty, I can't remember. The husband hated my guts, but kept me alive as i was sat on a bench with his wife, presumably because he had a gun and might have misjudged his aim. He walked off somewhere into the summer darkness, and he kept saying that we should leg it before it was too late. I was supposed to shout when he had killed someone. Me and the lady, who was very attractive, started running. She had a nice arse that showed through her tight tracksuit We were running through an area that looked very similar to the entrances of my local shopping centre, but not exactly the same. She kept panicking resulting in her fainting, like on those old movies where they're roll their eyes back, swoon and collapse. This was just making it take so much longer and making us far less safe, which was frustrating. I took her through a carpark, where it was very dark - night time now. It was a concrete carpark, completely empty. Suddenly, we were in her flat. We were a bit more relaxed now, and there didn't seem to be a chance that he would come round. She was drinking a bottle of beer, which looked like Fosters Gold, and we were flirting. We decided to put a film on. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a cocking gun, and a load of loose bullets were suddenly forced into my mouth by his hand. At the time this was terrifying, more so than actually being shot; I thought I was about to die, as it was clearly the mental husband who had done this. At this point, I woke up to a sharp movement as I had been falling. I was breathing very heavily.

2) This was a similar setting to the first dream which makes me think it was part of the same dream, but I'm certain I recalled it after and separately. I was sat on the same bench at the top of town. It was lighter now, probably about 7 or 8pm on a summer evening, and the whole sky was orange. I was watching a homeless man talk about some band, and how "that was music that he could really rely on".

3)This was another very vivid dream, but unfortunately I only remember it during the day, therefore a lot of it had gone I was at a garden party of some sort, chilling with friends at a metal garden table. We'd been eating these multicoloured sweets that reminded me of those Maowam balls, but smaller. They each had a dose of LSD inside it, and were in strips of about 8 in length, probably 5 strips wide. I'd eaten a few, but wasn't feeling anything at all, when my other friends seemed to be. This probably came from a recent mushroom trip, when I'd eaten the same amount as friends who were tripping hard, but I wasn't at all, so I decided to eat a couple more. There were only 4 left now, and I ate all of them. It was sunny, which is a change as most of my dreams recently have been cloudy I was now in Magaluf again with my friends, where we all went on holiday this July. I don't remember much from this part. I think I was now tripping, and me and a couple others were gathered in me, tom and will's bedroom. I also remember some sort of argument or bad situation in the hallways with a group of girls. Finally, I remember walking down a path on the side of the road with Ashley, who was having a bad trip of some sort, which is the same as what happened on the mushrooms.

September 9:

I saw someone jumping out of an airplane to free fall after his parachute and then proceed to chase after food that he ate on the way down including a stick of butter.

September 10:

I went to bed at about 4 AM this time and had nightmares. I do recall picking up some change outside a building whcih was a car park (I had been thinking of Jeff Yeager's recommendations to pick up loose change prior to this)

Mmk, last nights dreams were pretty weird and I can barely remember most of them.

1.
My mom and I were out in the front yard where there were a bunch of old people, each with a different bright hair color (pink, blue, etc). It was like some gathering but they were all just standing/walking around and talking about Christianity and how my mom and I were a disappointment. We made fun of them together and I said 'awful purple!!' in this manly voice with an English accent and my mom started cracking up.

2.
Mom with me again, we were in a little seaside cafe. We shared a booth with an elderly husband and wife couple, and they were talking with my mom about her work and planning how they'd help her out.

3.
I was with a friend (not someone I actually know) in this strange house, and this large puppet/doll with a knife comes in. He's very threatening, but not attacking us, just keeping us there. We're just automatically assuming it must be some creature, like it's not too out of the ordinary for puppets to move around like that :/ But then something happens, not sure what, that makes it fall over and break in the middle. Inside is a creepy-looking guy with glasses and unkempt facial hair. Think he was a wanted criminal?? Anyway, way creepy.

My friend and I ran out of the house and the area was suddenly way different. We were on this raft in the middle of a body of water that was surrounded by tall buildings and broken down amusement park rides. There were lots of other rafts too, and a few boats. It was very dark, and there was a dense, foggy haze over the whole area and a sense of chaos but I'm not sure what was going on. There were lots of people trying to get to the boats. My friend and I got to one, and sat across from this man who seemed rather cheerful despite the circumstances. He said something about the weather, can't remember. I replied with something like, 'you're not allowed to say that unless you're a pirate!' and we both started laughing.

I believe in my dream I could travel in time across parallel universes and relive variations of my life. I knew what was going to happen in the one I was in, and that everyone including me would die if we tried to save the baby.

The baby was supposedly my roommate's baby not mine. The crib started flooding, and luckily I knew that there was nothing we could do to stop the flood or to save the baby.

I told my room mate that this was not really her baby that we needed to leave. My roommate looked, and the baby's hair had turned grey, and now e head was turning orange, and the baby was growing into an orange monster. Luckily my roommate realized that I was right and did not try to save the baby.

I ran out of the apartment door first, but then waited for my roommate, pulled her out and kicked the monster in the face, and as it fell back, I closed the door. I had a brief flash of accidentally kicking my roommate instead, like that was an alternate turn of events that I was aware of, but this time I managed to kick the right one.

Hesitated briefly over whether to take the elevator or stairs, but I knew the stairs would be better. I do not remember actually running down the stairs, so I think we cut to the lobby of the apartment building like in a movie scene.

As we ran out we shouted to lobby attendant, something like "Evacuate! flood!" He tried to stop us, but we ran out of the building. As we kept running, I called 911 on my cell, even though I knew I would be blamed for starting the flood, and even though I knew they could not stop it, and that a lot of residents of that building would die despite is call. But I did not know what else I could do.

This was where the dream faded/ended, and I woke up.

08.09.2013

Her Family Jewels Are Still Intact...Wait..Her What??? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Boy, me talking about the lucidity at the right time in the dream journal entry I had yesterday?

I don't even know anymore. I just can't have the decency to describe this dream in long detail.






[18+] This isn't even that graphic in the first place. I just state a word or two, and whatever imagery you come up with it is YOUR fault, not mine man.I'm exiting a room and I'm going into a hallway, and I encounter a female that's sitting on a desk and is working on a computer. For some odd reason,

Spoiler for You Wot M8?:

I just decided to grope her butt. Because, why the hell not?!?! LUCID DREAM. FREE SEX? HNNNNGHHH.

I started saying things I don't want to state here, and then she complies and starts going into the spread eagle position, and I get more grope-y with her vagina.

And then suddenly,

It's not a vagina.


One lump.

Two Lumps.

One bigger lump.

Family Jewels.

Houston we have a problem.

Then when I'm trying to get out of this situation, she gives me fellatio. So I decided to just wake up and just....you know, try to cope with what happened just now.

I will admit she could've gave the best fellatio. You want to know how hard it is to get out of a situation like that? She wanted to do it man, she wanted to do it, her nails were already skin deep man.

Why

Why.

Why.

WHY COULDN'T YOU INSERT THE RIGHT GENITALIA!!@#$%^&

This is the second of two lucid dreams from the morning of September 6, 2013. So glad I caught that emotion dream sign for this one because it gave me an exit from a nightmare and brought me into a really nice lucid.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #144: Cooling Off

I'm in a furniture store, looking around at couches. A plump Hispanic woman is seated nearby, answering my questions. The front of the store is a huge glass window with a clear view of the street outside.

Spoiler for Upsetting dream premise:

A big luxury car pulls up outside and a man in a light gray suit gets out. He has a mustache and is wearing shades but I can't see him well enough to make out the details of his face. I see other men in the car that look just like him. The man reaches into the car and pulls two teenage girls out of the car by their forearms and tossing them to the ground. He jumps back in the car and it speeds off.

I run outside. Both girls are weeping and it's obvious that they've been terribly mistreated by these men. They're bruised and bloodied and their clothes are in tatters. I help them inside the store where they disappear together into the store's bathroom. I'm boiling with rage and at the same time feel like I'm close to tears.

I tell the woman that these girls have been abused by these men and that we have to do something. She says, "I know" and then calmly tells me that these girls are her daughters and that she willingly sold them to the men. Now I'm yelling at her, telling her that she's an awful person, demanding that she tell me who these men are and where I can find them. I stalk back and forth in the store's aisle, the anger getting worse and worse. Again I demand that she tell me where I can find these men so that I can dispose of them personally.

The rage is so over the top that it feels bizarre to me. I can't remember feeling this way any time in waking life, so I reconsider my situation and I become lucid.

Immediately I feel this huge sense of relief as I realize that there's nothing to be angry about and that none of these awful things have actually happened. I'm still a little shaken from the preceding scene, and I walk to the bathroom where the girls retreated to earlier. I open the door and to my relief it's empty. I close it again.

I take a few deep breaths, cooling off the last of my anger and reminding myself that I'm dreaming. The anger has been replaced by happiness and a sense of peace. I feel contentment at the idea that I took control of this nightmare.

Now happy and relaxed, I remember the goal of getting to the Colosseum. I imagine that the bathroom door now leads to one of the tunnels beneath the Colosseum. I open the door, but nope, still an empty bathroom. I close the door again and walk to the back of the store.

I find myself in a hallway made of cinder blocks. There's some kind of socket wrench lying on the floor and I scoop it up. I feel like playing so I throw the socket wrench at the wall. With a thump it embeds about half an inch into the cinder block. I grab it, prying it back out and throw it toward a nearby mirror. Crack! The mirror cracks rather than breaks, but I'm delighted by how realistic the sights and sounds of this are.

There's a door at the end of the hall that leads outside. I step out into the sunlight, seeing a pavilion with long, wooden eating tables to my left. I remember to hook myself into the scene before continuing further, so I kneel down and run my hands over the small stone squares that make up the flooring. As I run my fingers over the cracks, I see that a tiny river of brown water runs through the separation between each stone. Somehow I can dip my fingers into this tiny stream and it feels cool to the touch.

As I make my way through the lunch pavilion, I lock eyes with a blonde woman in her early 30s. I'm stunned by how realistic she looks. Something about me seems to surprise her as well. For a moment I wonder what she's reacting to, but in the end figure she's just mirroring my reaction. I hop over some tables, reach the other side, and look back at the crowd of people calmly eating lunch. This is why I work so hard at lucid dreaming, I think. I wish that there was some way to permanently capture this experience, but I know there's nothing that can completely pierce the veil between waking and sleep to bring this experience back to me.

As I leave the pavilion, I see an ampitheater up ahead of me. I'm contemplating how to work this to my advantage when the dream ends.

Hypnagogia: A woman's voice saying "Run!" over and over again. Disconcerting. Woke myself right back up.

Nightmare: I'm in a dark cave full of dangerous creatures. So I decide to summon up a pterosaur to kill them for me. I hide behind a door against the wall and listen to it move around; it won't be able to reach into that narrow space, so I'll be fine. Except I start doubting whether the space is small enough, and become aware that I'm not in a narrow space, I'm in the much more open space of my bed.

(Woke up at 5:30 am, half an hour after bed. Back to sleep.)

A connection between the Palin family and a family of actors, a law that makes it possible to win an election without gaining a majority of votes, and a great deal of anger at both these things, though I don't much mind myself.

Birds flying overhead in V formation above my IRL home, thinking about luring them down.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm the Doctor, the ninth, traveling with Rose, and trying to get into a building which is apparently strictly for the upper class and we don't look the part. The guard at the door stops us at first, then lets us in after I wave the psychic paper at him. After we're inside - looks like a casino - Rose asks if the paper made him see us as someone else, or in nicer clothes. I tell her it doesn't change the things people see, just the way they interpret them.

(Woke up. Suspect that last scene was inspired by the 'Run!' hypnagogia. Back to sleep.)

A little dark-haired girl, a relative, who hides behind the furniture and speaks quietly, tells me I should have listened to my visions. I'd just agreed to something, and I probably shouldn't have.

No entry for yesterday since I'd rather it not be public, but for documentation's sake I did dream about Dave Strider again like I'd intended! Bro, too! I also became lucid briefly to change the scene twice so I was pleased about that :) Tags/categories for that dream are: lucid, memorable, nightmare, fandom: Homestuck. Now for last night's:

1.
Jake trying to get our mom to buy him a subscription to something on the computer, a game? She won't because she's too busy with job stuff at the moment, and Jake harasses her, asking exactly what she's been doing this whole time since she has yet to gain a single client.

After/at the time this is happening (idk) I'm looking at a Dragon Age mod for a new character race called 'Fajjyn'?? The character is a slightly creepy-looking female with deep eyes, grey skin and bright red hair. Then I hear a short police siren and when I look outside I see the light from a flashlight shining on houses, but the light is pink.

2.
I'm on the floor drawing with Brandie, using paper and pencils. Somehow she is really fast and near-perfect, and I get frustrated because whatever I draw isn't that good. She tries showing me her technique by drawing a rock, and I copy it but the rock looks too flat. We practice more til I create some decent-looking rocks, but unlike her small, smooth stones, mine are large, black and jagged things that pile up in sheets, literally! As I keep drawing, the rocks become real.


notes: During 1, I was feeling upset with Jake for acting that way but I wonder if it's my subconscious worrying that my mom will back out on everything after she's put in so much effort. The drawing dream definitely came from my worrying about being good enough when it comes to my art. But it was cool to draw something into existence, I'd like to try that again sometime!

Also, I had intended to dream about Dave again, but if it happened, I don't recall it.

The lights in my IRL home won't turn on. None of them will, and I think of the darkness as a danger, which makes me wonder if this is a nightmare. I start to head down the stairs, by floating, head first. Yes, this is definitely a dream. I start to do my light-of-Apollo anti-nightmare trick, which after 2 uses appears to be my go-to way of avoiding nightmares now, but then it occurs to me that while I'm here, I could enjoy some lucid dreaming instead. I decide that there is no ceiling, so that when I look up, I'll see the night sky and be able to float up into it - and then I turn over and am pleased to see that this is so. After I've floated up into the stars, I look down to the house again to put the roof back on, and then, as if it was just a task I'd briefly delayed and had to get to now, I start up the anti-nightmare trick, and wake myself up in the process.

(5:08 am, just half an hour after bed. As I was trying to get back to sleep, it occurred to me - this has happened a few times now, nightmares with this timing and on the theme of darkness - I'm starting to suspect this is the result of trying to sleep before dawn. Possibly on some level I'm aware that it's much darker than when I usually sleep, and my dream interprets that as something wrong. Reliable way of getting lucid, though, so that's not really a problem. Back to sleep.)

Fragment: "Ancient papers, and an age a fraction of that."

I'm discussing an upcoming ball with a young woman I'm acquainted with, leaning against her desk while she goes over the invitation, pointing out the bit where they encourage everyone to dress colorfully, and she, thinking herself quite clever and looking for me to praise her, tells me about the black outfit she's planning, so that she'll stand out in a sea of bright colors, and she asks what I think. I tell her I expect that's exactly what the people throwing the ball are planning themselves, so perhaps take that into account. She reconsiders, and asks what I'll be going with, as she can't picture me in anything but black. I say not at all, my basilisk coat is blue, isn't it? - it's entirely black except for the basilisk design but that's enough, and I think about the feel of that dark blue color, the warmth of that creature's image on my back. As I think about that coat I either am or am referencing The Etched City's Gwynn.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

OUAT's Belle is binding Rumpelstiltskin in a contract without realizing it. She was speaking in metaphors and he's got to abide by them literally. While the two of them were attempting to patch things up between them after a fight, she asked him to pretend she's the mistress and he the servant in their deal. He, sitting on the side of her bed, is thinking that they've done this before, thinking of a particular scene in which Julia was a princess and I was her servant, and how utterly beyond my reach she'd been then. (A scene from a dream I had years ago, accurately remembered as far as it goes, though he left out the unflattering parts.) He's been silent too long, and when Belle says something, he jumps up and makes a game out of it, addressing her as milady, going to her window and throwing the curtains open, asking what she'd like for her meal. And although she didn't at all mean that he should literally treat her as his mistress, only that she wanted him to think about things from her perspective for a moment, she's not surprised by the game and she takes it as a sign that all's well between them again, so she gets up to make breakfast herself.

As she leaves the room, she finds a strange object in a corner of the hall - a statue of a unicorn that she hadn't noticed before, with what looks like a real horn. She knows Rumpelstiltskin's been after such horns, so she's wondering why he leaves one just lying around here - unless this is what he makes out of them. She thinks it's odd, and goes on about her chores, when she finds another one, smaller, in a window sill. She knows that wasn't there before, and she calls to Rumpelstiltskin, and turns to see that he's already found the first one, and is looking at it with obvious displeasure. This is something that shouldn't be in the castle.

(Woke up. That last one was almost certainly influenced by watching Legend the other day.)