nightmare

Me and my friend decided we were going to go on a road trip. So, we were driving down the highway, and my friend was driving. When I looked over at her, I realized that she was asleep. I panicked, and grabbed the steering wheel. I tried my best to keep the car in the right lane, but I was also trying to find some way to get the break, and she wasn't waking up. So, eventually, I lost focus of steering, and when I looked up, there was a red transport coming for us. I was too shocked to try to steer out of the way, so it hit us head on. Somehow, I wasn't injured, but I noticed the car was on fire, so I got out. I wanted to try to get my friend out, but I didn't know if she was okay, and if she was, she was still asleep. So, I ran away from the car. Once I was at a safe distance, I heard a loud boom, and turned around to see that the car had exploded.


Right when I thought my dreams were getting normal again, this happened xD I guess that's what happens

Bedtime: 12:30
WBTB: Woke up multiple times.
Aids: none
Recall: Medium
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Zero
Feeling upon waking: Sore (neck and shoulders; painless migraine sensations)

-scary escalator turned amusement park ride
-truck killed geese, tried to rescue injured goslings
-pulling spoiled sausages out of frozen ground; trying to save birds/puppy from dog
-watching movie with Dad

What I can remember was being in this complex with other people, every one was a female there. There were a few who were put on display, like you'd find animals in a zoo. They were all in revealing outfits. None of us thought this strange, as though this was the world we'd been born into and we walked around in a trance like state. One of the females in these displays had just woken up, freaking out. She was speaking in a different language to English although I could still understand her perfectly. She was crying out for her mother, to be returned to her and her home. (Men came over to her then, in white suits to discipline her.) As soon as she cried out I felt something was terribly wrong with all of this, backing away quickly and running off. I got to an empty building, still in that complex, and a man came over in a white suit saying: "Under the knife for this one," and another man came from the door I had been aiming for with a knife in his hand. I backed off quickly, shouting: "No..!" And he followed with an: "Oh yes.." looking pleased, when he and his knife were only inches away I then woke up.

I have recently started to lucid dream,and to say not that good at it yet. Often i am fully aware that I'm dreaming, but don't always have the ability to control major things outside of myself, sometimes I do others I don't.
Well i was having a dream where I was on a country road that being a dessert terrain and mountains in the background. There were two ongoing telephone poles going down the road anyway there was a raven in the middle of the road just walking around so I chose to run up and scare it away. It worked but then 10 flew down a little ways away so I ran up to them and scared them away as well. Then hundreds and hundreds came flying around my body pecking and hitting me with there wings at first, but then they were slashing at my flesh ripping pieces off,I fell to the ground trying to push them away. I was able to control a bit by forming a ton of pressure around me to push them away but they soon overwhelmed me tearing off whole limbs I could see the blood gushing. The pain was aggonising I could feel it all but wouldn't wake up i felt the blood pour from my head.Out of the corner of my eye I could see were the ravens were coming from. It was a man in a black cloak from head to toe the ravens appeared to be flowing from the cloak,he didn't move but I could fell the power coning from him it was threatening me like it was trying to say leave or else,I felt the helplessness of being alone and powerless while he contenued there assault. When they finally killed me I sat up in my bed flaying my arms around trying to block the ravens, when I realized there were no ravens I clutched my chest and couldn't breath. I had cold sweat couldn't breath and felt like my chest was going to explode, This has made me weary of going lucid anymore. Why had the pain followed me into reality,Why had I lost control of my dream and why did it feel like all the power I had left me,and should I keep lucid dreaming.If you can answer my question that would mean alot

I'm on a perilous and winding mountain road. The road eventually gets to a point where it's straight up, at a 90 degree angle. I make it over the top of the incline and end up in a town.

A large group of people are hanging around outside their houses, celebrating new years. I notice that four guys seem out of place. I also notice signs of some sort of mysterious substance that is being handed out and passed around. I witness people eating the powder. Nothing noticeable happens to anyone.

I travel to the house of stairs. Stairs everywhere. Probably an infinite amount of stairs. There are drawers and cabinets everywhere. Every single stair has hidden compartments. Suddenly, Blake and Joe are with me. We find a white, cocaine like powder. I assume this is the substance that the people of the town were ingesting. We find drinks in another hidden compartment, and we mix in the powder. Of course, we had to drink it. Pass out.

Wake up to find everyone gone and an enormous craft outside of town. It's so badly wrecked that I can't really tell what kind of machine it is, but it seems to have come from the air. I enter it, and a child is panting and writhing with rolled back eyes. I turn around and see an old friend. I ask him where everyone is. He tells me they're not here anymore, some sort of transformation, or ascension. I ask about the child, and I'm told something unintelligible. I exit the craft alone, and make my way to a glass skyscraper in the middle of the town. I make it all the way to the top floor. I walk over to the window, and stare out over the town. No sign of life, and the wrecked aircraft has layered the town in a thick fog. I'm then pushed from behind. I smash right through the window, towards the ground. As I'm falling, I manage to spin my body around to look up. I see a small figure also falling. I can't make out its face, but I can see that it's smiling. I spin my body back to face the rapidly approaching ground, but I realize I'm not falling anymore, and I'm back at the house of stairs. Blake and Joe are, again, with me.

There is a mother and a child sitting on some stairs, blissfully unaware of us. The child is playing with a streamer while the mother watches with endearing eyes. There is an extremely old woman at the top of some stairs, fiddling around in a drawer. I start moving towards one of the infinite number of staircases, but the old woman turns to me and asks, "Have you had a taste?" I just smiled smugly, for reasons unknown. "Enough!", she said, "You'll have a taste now." She had an empty, terrifying look in her eyes. Joe and Blake were frozen in shock, eyes and mouths wide open, staring around, at me, at her. I took what was forced on to me, which happened to be that damned white powder again. My vision flashed, mind went numb. I saw the old woman's features take on an extremely slender and jagged quality. She slowly morphed, becoming taller and skinnier. Her eyes were black, face blurry, as was everyone else's. She drew me closer to her, and then shoved my now tangible consciousness into my brain. Like, literally, into my exposed brain. Having anything shoved into your brain probably hurts.

Oh boy.

Operation Homicide is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 9
Level of Clarity: 5
Level of Realism: 6
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Method: WILD/WBTB
WBTB Time: 6:25 AM - Stayed awake for 20 minutes - Using smart alarm to subtly start the alarm, then progressively increase the volume.

Operation Homicide Ep. 102: I was laying in bed after my WBTB and trying to keep still and relaxed. I couldn't help but move a couple of times to stay comfortable, and eventually simply rolled onto my side. After laying there for a little while I felt myself slipping into sleep. I was very aware of myself and of the fact I was trying to perform a WBTB WILD. As I was laying there about to fall asleep I heard the most TERRIBLE noise in the world! It was such a loud screeching I thought I was about to break my ear drums. It sounded like my grandmother was being torn apart by a pack of wolves, and I literally had that thought go through my mind. This of course was just my imagination and fear getting the better of me. I remembered reading a thread on DV about hearing this sound that sounded like the fibers of the universe were ripping, and that's EXACTLY what it sounded like. It took everything I had not to throw my hands up to my ears to cover them. Each time I heard it I started yelling. The first few times that I felt these waves of sounds coming I kept yelling and I kept snapping back to reality saying that it's just part of the WILD process, and to stay calm, I'm entering the dream, but they never seemed to end. After about 5x of listening to this hell, I finally hit the big one and it felt like I was falling at a very high rate down a worm hole. I watch "Through The Wormhole With Morgan Freeman" all the time, which is a show about space time and how space and the universe work, and black holes and wormholes, and I literally saw, felt, and thought that the Earth had been swallowed by either a black hole, or a wormhole and was seeing the last seconds of my life.

I quickly thought to myself "Wait! I must be dreaming!" even though I wasn't fully asleep yet... as soon as that happened I snapped awake and sat up in my bed. I heard a knock at the door, and figured my grandma in the next room heard me yelling, I told her to come inside. I kept looking down at my sheets and had the idea to RC just to make sure it's not a false awakening. I tried the finger through hand thing, and the RC failed, my finger wouldn't go through. It was my uncle who walked in my room, not grandmother. He walked over to my dresser and kind of stood there awkwardly. He started talking but I couldn't hear him. I asked him to speak up. I had a bit of a small realization... my uncle usually talks with a loud voice, this is strange. Suddenly he starts shouting as loud as he possibly can and black smoke surrounds him and he is about 7' tall! Scared out of my mind, I remembered reading right before my WBTB that this guy entered a FA and realized it after he did multiple RC's, because the finger through palm method didn't work, but the nose plug technique did. I did the nose plug, and had to try for a few seconds and REALLY focus on what was happening in my nose, which was hard with a 7' demon standing in front of me. Suddenly it hit me! I'M ASLEEP! I remembered something I had read about dream control, and shouted "THIS IS MY DREAM!" He didn't seem affected. I tried shouting it again, no result. I knew not to be afraid of him, but naturally was a little intimidated by the looming dark presence. I closed my eyes and shouted "BE GONE!!" When I opened them he was gone. I stood up and looked around. I suddenly heard my grandma talking, but I realized it's in real life, talking to my grandfather, so I quickly and calmly jumped into my bed, laid down, and prepared for a DEILD. Success! I DEILD'ed and when I opened my eyes I was in a warehouse of sorts.

The warehouse had furniture around it, and had pictures on the walls, and a large garage that opened. It seemed kinda like a hipster lounge and I was just chilling there. There was a large opening in the wall, probably for driving cars to the back of the warehouse, and I walked through it.

The dream gets very fuzzy from here, because I had a couple more dreams after this one. I remember standing in the warehouse and looking around. I thought "Wow.. I'm really thirsty..." and walked over to where a wall was. There was someone else there and he seemed to be my friend, so I just went with the flow. I stood next to the wall and looked at the lower part of the wall about a foot off the ground. In my mind I imagined a small spout coming out of the wall like you'd use to attach a hose. Just as I pictured it sliding out of the wall, a guy walked up behind us with a hose in his hands, and offered it to us. Funny how my mind doesn't work JUST the way I want it, but it still gets the job done.

I thought to myself "What do I want to do...?" Then I remembered a dream series I started a couple of nights ago about a loose canon justifier named Bad-Ass McCoy. So I said "Ok, Bad-Ass, let's kick some ass." I briefly thought of the TOTM to go para-sailing over the ocean, but thought "Eh, fuck it."

The rest of the dream is kind of fuzzy and skips around a lot unfortunately. But after all, this is my FIRST WILD ever! So I'm pleased with the fact I remained lucid for at least a bit.

I remember a few times I could hear someone talking... and then I realized it's my grandmother in the other room talking to my grandfather, who is very hard at hearing, so she was in a sense shouting at him. I remembered what I had read, and stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together. A couple of times I took a look at my hands to check how many fingers I had. I got a VERY creepy and strange feeling when I looked at my hands that SNAPPED me back into the dream. (I had 6 fingers, and sometimes 5) I vaguely remember that at one point I had a gun, and was just about to go on Homicide Duty... but I felt myself start to wake up so I laid down and waiting with my eyes closed so I could continue in a DEILD.

When I opened my eyes I was in a fancy cabana type place, and had a look around, then lost all lucidity and it turned into a normal dream. (To read more about this "cabana type" dream, check out my dream journal, it will be a separate entry.)

This one's going to be a little shorter simply because it was harder to get to my computer to start writing. But anywho, I remember something, so I might as well write something.

Basically, all I can recall is walking along a snow path. I was armed with something, I know that much. It was probably a sword, but I can't remember for sure. Anyway, it was snowing lightly, but the snow path was narrow. If I'm remembering correctly, the snow path was more like a bridge crossing some kind of gap... but at the same time I distinctly remember being up in some mountains. Or maybe that's just me making up shit? Either way, I continued up until I came to this... I don't know whether to call it a large cabin... a castle... I'll call it a hall for now. Anyway, I walked inside, and I knew I had to get something. Not sure what, but I didn't have that much time to look simply because I was attacked by some kind of goblin thing. It might have been another creature but... I suppose it's the only way I can describe it. It had animal skin armor, and it was green... so god damn it I'm going to call it a goblin. Unsurprisingly, I beat it's shit. After that I think I just left... I don't even think I took anything (or maybe I did, and I just don't remember). Consistency when I found myself moving down... or rather up the snow path again. After that it's a blur, because next thing I knew, I was extremely sad. Like... I associate this sadness to the thought of my parents dying or something horrible like that. I remember this because... well, I wasn't sure if I was awake or not for sure, but I started holding Apollo for comfort. My other tulpalamas also asking what was wrong... I didn't answer, given the fact I went back to sleep. I believe I had another dream, but I can't remember what it was.

Perhaps that was them in the dream, perhaps it wasn't... but whatever. I'm going to attempt to do some legitimate research over the site in order to make larger strides toward lucid dreaming.

As of now, the only things I've been doing is keeping an alarm that plays loudly and hourly to get my mind used to asking if I'm dreaming. Also the hands thing and the mantra. But yeah. Enough from my mouth.

Prepare for a very weird dream alright?

Ready?

Good!

Length: ~2 hours
Type: Non-lucid

I was in my brother's room looking at a bomb sort of device, with five counters going down. I can't remember the numbers. They counted down, then my house exploded.

Then I was transported or something to a metal room with the same bomb like device, this time I knew what would happen. I pounded on the doors but no body came to help me, then that room exploded.

I was transported or something back to my house, and I was in my closet looking at the same bomb. I told my family to go out and wait by our mailbox (which was a long ways away mind you). I tried fingering at the bomb when my brother walked in, I told him to get out but he said he would only do it if I did too. The clock on the bomb was at 00002 and I ran out with my brother, then I saw my family playing 20 questions or something like that, and I asked if I could play too. I felt guilty because that would mean they had to start over again. Then the house exploded and I woke up.

In this nightmare came home to discover that our home had been broken into and anything of value stolen or trashed. Our Wii for example was gone, the most decent of the boys toys, any valuables we might have, all gone. Our van that had been I. The driveway was trashed, anything inside it stolen, and the licence plates stolen too.

Boy am I glad that was just a dream.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

So far, i've died plenty of times in dreams. I count a death as anything that happens in a dream that would kill me in real life. Most of the time, Dying doesn't scare me much at all. With that said, not many dreams i have manage to give me a good scare. However, there are rare dreams that for some reason, really scare my dream self. The dream i logged last night managed to scare me decently, it was a pretty neat experience xD.

Urban Nightmare:
Dream Summary: I go to some city, it's a very bad part of the city, it's nasty looking. It's also located by the coast. I go there because my friend invited me. I get there, we're on some grassy hill right on the outskirts of the city, i'm with a lady and so is my friend. Me and my friend decide to head back to his house. My friend's girlfriend goes with us, the lady that was with me stays there.

We get to my friends house and we start watching the news. We see on the news something about a girl getting raped by two guys, or maybe it was the girl raping the two guys, i really can't remember. Either way, it was the girl i was just with. This wouldn't freak me out in waking life but my dream self got really disturbed by it, the fact that i was just there and i could have easily gotten caught up in it.

The next thing we see is a man with a mask, it's security camera footage. The man is at one of those power generating areas ( my knowledge of electrical engineering is little to none so stick with me while i attempt to describe the place, the place is a caged in area with lots of transformers and things that generate electricity, it's not like a power plant or anything but an area that generates power for a small town ). The man has bolt cutters and the footage shows him cutting something which then causes the transformers to not function properly, causing a loss of power and an explosion of light.

This really freaks my dream self out, i start thinking that the town is being sabotaged by bandits and everything is about to go to hell. My friend for some reason then gets on something similar to google maps and we see in real time, another electric area being sabotaged, and it's one near us. This utterly scares my dream self, i had to get out of there now and prepare. I leave and start walking down the city slums. No one is in the streets, i hear gun shots in the distance. I start trying to get out of there fast.

I make my way to some chinese food place and attempt to call my mom for a pickup. She doesn't answer but thankfully my dad is conveniently already waiting outside. I get in the car and start telling him all these horrible things as we drive back to our house. We get a mile away and my dad gets out, apparently, he's going to walk there so he doesn't lead anyone to our house. As it turns out, there was about 4 people in our car listening to me as i described my situation. My dad also treats the 4 people as if he knew them as friends, is everyone i know against me?

Those 4 people now know my situation and basically where i live. That worried me. The dream ended as i walked up my driveway after the 4 people went their separate ways.

Thoughts: I thought this was a pretty cool dream. It's even cooler by the fact that today in waking life i saw on the news a power line getting hit. There could be some connection. Also, i like how the dream seems to hint at being aware of who you trust and protecting your privacy.

Tree top Music: In this short dream, i climbed a really tall tree and tried to play air guitar at the top while hanging on to branches. This scared me, i mean, this is so dangerous, climbing a tree and pretending to play a guitar at the top. I thought i would totally fall and break something.

Military Recruit: So in this one, i joined the military. My first mission was to go with a friend, who is also in the military, and protect this girl. We get to this like bonfire at night, the girl is with us. The girl goes and sits by the fire. Me and my friend sit on each side of her. We have batons made of Ice but they don't melt. I quickly get bored and go to hang out with the other people there. However, when i get back to like camp, a higher ranking officer takes our ice batons and splits them open. My friend's baton is melted on the inside, mine isn't. The point of the mission was to see if we followed orders. The batons didn't melt on the outside but they did on the inside. The fire caused the melting.

Oculus rift demo: Me, my brother, and maybe our parents are at this convention thing i think. It's indoors. I walk around and eventually find an oculus rift and people can pick it up and try it out. (the oculus rift is like a virtual reality gaming headset that is in development, call me immature but i want one really bad, they look so cool! xD ). So i pick up the rift and i'm seeing things as if i were in a video game, and i start playing, it's really fun.

I was walking out of a gyro restaurant with a buddy, when either of the next two sequences happened. I don't remember which was first, me randomly getting arrested or the people pointing at a low flying plane that then exploded over Colorado Springs. When I got to the ward in CJC, the head warden looked a little grim and began telling me about a police state scenario occurring, and how even though I was falsely arrested, I may not be getting out any time soon. Or ever. This scared me because in the dream, I recalled another dream, that I had many years ago, about being locked up in some sort of facility, where we had to wear white jump suits and eventually were lined up to be incinerated. the warden I ,think, ended up risking his ass to let us all go, or a least considered it. and at least they didn't even bother making me change clothes or take my cell phone? ;p

Tuesday, June 4, 2013
After a loooong time of little to no dream recall, my life got really busy, I finally came back to DreamViews and back to my dreaming. I looked at a WBTB method of going back to sleep after about 4 hours. Here's how that turned out.

I dreamed that I was in an art studio getting some kind of animation lesson from a few people, one of which was Mel Brooks. As I was leaving, I thanked him and called him Mr. Brooks, but then I smiled and asked if I could call him Mel. He grinned at me, he was shorter than I was. I kissed him on the cheek, and he shouted Halleluljah! I kissed his other cheek and he shouted Halleluljah! again. Then I kissed him on the lips and I wasn't sure if he shouted that time or not... I left the area and it was filled with old props from 1920's era of movies. Then I looked around again and it was like I had gone through a time machine. The entire area looked like Hollywood circa 1920. Then the area changed to a mall and an arcade inside the mall, (I wonder if it was Whimsy in the Sherwood Mall?) I past an old coin opperated kiddie ride and I noticed I was walking with my Dad. Then I realized I must have still been back in time because I saw a younger version of my Dad and subsequently a young 6-year-old version of myself, walk past, towards the arcade. I caught up with my older dad and he turned and waved at my younger dad mumbling something about the guy looking familiar to him. The scene changed and I was alone at Delta College before it became a college and was merely a flea market. The sign on what was Danner Hall, read De Wanda. I notice another guy, he points out a young girl saying that it is his daughter, and that she get's married when she turns twenty. The scene changed again and this time I was walking through some kind of hardware store with Dad and Richard. Some weird guy followed me saying strange things and replied, "Oh go ship your... phone. At the checkout counter, I did a Realiy Check and realized I was having a now-lucid dream. Immediately I imagined holding a hot pocket and heating it in my hand. I couldn't really feel it getting hot but it did and in about 20 seconds it was done. I took a single bite and it was some kind of pizza hot pocket, I could taste it. While I was lucid, Richard in the dream, grabbed a rattlesnake and thrust it in my face several times over, he kept shouting at me, "It's only a dream! Only a dream! You can do whatever you want!" Scary flashes of the snake snapping at me and other horrors began to haunt me, turning the dream very nasty indeed. But I was still lucid so even as I was scared, I focused my mind and shouted, "This is going to stop in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" I opened my eyes and the nightmarish flashes stopped, although I had a rather creepy visual of Richard holding one of his sockets up to his temple as though it were the barrel of a gun and he said he was proud that I faced my fear. Then I woke up. I had my first Lucid Nightmare but the method worked! The entire dream took about 2 hours.

Since the method adovcated being able to have multiple Lucid's in a single night, I opted to try to get another one in. I tossed and turned until it was 11:00, I kept getting woken up... All worth it though, because I eventually did get to sleep.

The dream was kind of normal, something about cleaning my room, but there was some kind of show going on with an audience watching it. I could not see nor hear any show going on behind me, but the audience complained that I was being too loud for them to enjoy the show. So I opted to leave, taking a CD that I planned to blast at the rude people from the bathroom. A little old guy also wanted to use the bathroom, I let him go into an orange bathroom, while I went into the joined blue bathroom, closing the door between us. This bathroom looked like one from a previous residence I had lived in. I looked at the mirror at my reflection which looked ok except for one major difference. My hair looked ok from about my ears down, but the top looked like it had a bunch of grass in it. Green grass, fresh and lush. I reached up to brush the grass out, but the grass was in fact, growing out of my head! This thought was quite strange to me and rather horrifying. I pulled some of it out, looked down at the grass I had pulled out of my head, looked up, and now there was more than grass, there were weeds in my hair, in fact my head was looking like an unmowed lawn. I start frantically pulling everything green from my head, sickened by the thought of the weeds having roots under my scalp. As I pulled it seemed that I was finding worse things, I began snapping off small branches from my head, my hair had this lovely Gaia Mother Nature look to it but I was too concerned with removing the green from my head. When I was finally finished, my head was almost completely bald, and rough like a shaved dog or cat. I was mortified, but that was when I did my RC and realized I was dreaming. I was sooooo relieved that this was just a dream and I didn't really have things growing out of my head. Recalling that I wanted to make stuff appear in my Lucid Dreams, I looked at my hands and started trying to visualize making an object appear. A small, transparent, reddish, fuzzy ball appeared to float just above my hand, only becoming solid for a bare second. I tried to make it move around but it was choppy and fake like a bad Flash animation. After the ball disappeared, I looked up at my reflection one more time and my hair was completely back and looked beautiful. I smiled and fluffed it a bit. The scene changed to a brilliant night sky full of twinkling stars. I got a running start and flew up into the night. I loved the view of the stars, they looked like little chips of diamond in a sea of indigo, I was loving it. I tried hard not to look down because it felt as though it would pull me down lower. I did try to make that red ball appear again, but I felt that it was splitting my concentration and I was unable to stay aloft. Then the dream became fuzzy again and the scene changed. I think I was doing magic tricks in front of a store window, in fact it may have been the window of the magic shop. I was doing tricks for kids with some small thing, a coin or a mahjong tile or something, I think that the last trick was throwing it against the window, it did not break the window but instead stuck fast on the other side of the window. The kids and other audience members were amazed when they went up to the window and felt the glass over top of the item. I don't think I was lucid for this last part of the dream though I felt more in control than usual. Then I woke up.

So that method seems to work quite well! I had two lucid dreams in one night!

Forgot that I never copied this to my Dream Journal even though I made a post about it. I may as well add another while I'm here.

Co-worker acting Strangely - 12/14/2012

I don't remember how the dream began. Like many of my dreams it took place in one of my childhood homes, except that the wall dividing the two bedrooms at the end of the hall is gone so that it is one big room. A co-worker of mine (I'll call him K) is intentionally scaring people. But not in a leap-around-corners kind of way. More in an extremely-creepy-I'm-intending-to-murder-you way.

I'm watching him from the end of the hall. He's wearing ancient Chinese armor. It's all brown and black, the front and back are dark brown tiles linked together, with black plating underneath. He's wearing kind of a conical helmet with a face on the front, and a face on the back. The armor is designed in such a way that it's very difficult to tell which direction he is actually facing in. K is moving around the two people at the other end of the hall, twisting and sliding and bending like a contortionist.
This is about when I become aware it's a dream. I go to the other end of the hall, though he really scares me. I see that he's pulling a small bronze knife with a triangular blade from inside his armor. I can see another one. I make the choice to steal it as he's twisting around the man at the end of the hall. I believe that this is my only chance to stop the horror of K. So I grab the knife from inside his armor and stab him in the neck. The blade goes in, but he is bloodless. He takes the helmet off and removes the knife from his neck. It slides out like his skin is a sheathe. K slides the knife back into his neck and pulls it out several times, grinning at the three of us. I'm horrified.

The dream skips scenes. I'm standing at the start of the hallway again. I am very tired and I can see my bed. I'm really looking forward to sleeping. It has a tarnished brass frame and stark white sheets. That's when I realize K is laying in the exact middle of the bed, his presence deeply dismays me, though now he's just wearing a white t-shirt. The armor is gone. I assume he's not playing the creepy guy anymore, and see that as a role, a costume. I'm afraid, but I'm tired and I just want to rest. I walk to the bed and pull the sheet back like I'm going to lay down, but then I just stare at him. I can see the bloodless slit in his neck where he was keeping the knife. It really unsettles me. I go into the black doorway across from the bed, knowing it's my parent's bedroom. I realize the couple inside are not my parents, and I don't really know what I expect them to do about my problem. But, like a frightened child (that's even how I identified this action in the dream), I wake the man by lightly touching his foot.
"I don't know where I'm supposed to sleep....K is in my bed."
"It's alright, don't worry about it." The man says.
"But I'm afraid."
The man doesn't respond, I know he's gone back to sleep. I return to my bed. K rolls over and sits up. I just look at him warily.
"It's okay if you lay down." he says.
Reluctantly, I get under the sheets. I'm still afraid. He tries to reassure me that he's not going to kill me, but as he says it he pulls the bronze knife from under one of the pillows and casually slips it into the slit in his neck. He grins. I'm not reassured at all...

I honestly don't understand. As a person, K doesn't scare me. We're even work friends. On top of that I very rarely have nightmares, so I don't know why I had this one. Nothing has happened at work with K to trigger it. ((In hindsight this is hilarious. At the time it was true, I didn't really have nightmares for a long time. I've had many lately =/))

A man in a suit is talking to a young man with a narrow face, black eyes and black hair. He's giving him news of some inevitable event. The guy reacts childishly, beginning to protest in a high, frightened voice. "No, no, no, no, I don't want to. I don't WANT to. No, no, no."
The man in the suit frowns at him, thinking that obviously this person is more child than man. He had expected a more mature reaction. The kid looks dead-eyed, and for a second I wonder if he's pretending to be scared. Then I realize I've misinterpreted his wooden expression, he's terrified.


Saja and Wolf, Shame and Separation 02/05/2013
Part of this is going in a spoiler because it's sexual.
The beginning is much less clear than the end. I'm traveling in proximity with a group of people. It feels like we are on foot, going in the same direction but not actually together.
There's a long lush green field. They sky is gray overhead, but I've always liked how vivid the world looks following a rain spell. There are a couple of people flying kites. From the back, I recognize Walter Bishop. We end up riding bikes down the length of field , careful not to run long black hoses. I had a reason for doing that, but I can't remember it now.
We arrive at the house just before nightfall. The house feels old and rundown. The walls are wood paneled, the carpet dingy white. A few feet from the front door is a large mattress and a chair at the foot of the bed. I stand by the chair. A middle-aged man with curly black hair going gray, decides that the thing to do now is have sex.

Spoiler for grossness. :

Everyone except one woman and a couple of the men object. On the left half of the mattress is the man's brother, laying with a long legged blonde woman. She is only wearing a light blue button-up. He opens the shirt, spooning behind her. I catch the eye of the other man laying on the right half of the bed.
He eyes me lustfully. I just stand there, uncertain, unwilling. All around the house, people are pairing off. I feel like I have to do it too, and at the time, I almost want to.
"Take off your shirt, pants and bra. Leave on the that jacket and your panties."
I do as he says, leaving myself barely clothed now in white panties and a fuchsia duster that hangs to mid-thigh. He holds his hand out to me and I walk across the mattress on my knees to take it. He pulls me down in front of him. I feel a surge a disgust.
"Yes, that's nice." He croons as I lay down on my side. When I move the sweater pulls open. I'm pretty sure I don't want to have sex, especially with all these people around. He tries to convince me otherwise, telling me to watch the others. My eyes skate over the blonde and his brother. He's calling our attention to her arousal.
The man starts to touch me, pressing his lips to my neck and fondling my breasts. He slips a hand down between my legs and whispers to me. This goes on for a long time, but he doesn't take me. The whole thing feels like a mockery of something, and I can't put my finger on what it is. Like there's a deeply buried memory similar to what the man is doing, but this time I'm revolted.

A fierce-looking woman with red-blonde hair stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking disgusted. She beckons to me. I'm relieved I have a reason to desert the bed, I feel unclean. She goes to the window and peers out through the slats of the blind. It is late and the End is on its way. Unhealthy light flashes through the slats.
"They've started to gather. It's almost time."
"The others are out there?" I ask, intrigued. She glances down at me and I'm acutely aware that I'm mostly naked. I pull the sweater closed and cross my arms to keep it that way. "Is Wolf with them?"
"Who?"
"Our leader." I start to feel stupid. "The one who brought us here." I feel like I've made a mistake and it worries me.
"Oh. Him. I haven't noticed." She pauses. "So...you think that he orchestrated all of this." Her tone makes it sound like he's a low-brow brute and that my suggestion is entirely ridiculous. I'm offended for him, and for myself.
"No, the Spirits told him what to do."
"Oh, of course they did."
I wonder if 'Wolf' means nothing to them but I can't think of another name to call him. I sink into a chair that's angled slightly away from the window. She doesn't realize how deeply her lack of reaction has affected me. I ask about the first person I can think of.

"Is Saja with them?"
She gives me an uncomprehending look. "Could you check? She's..." I briefly describe her, she'd be small with curling black hair to her waist. I'm on the verge of tears now, my voice is thick with emotion.
"No." She responds, looking outside. "Maybe they just haven't arrived yet." She says it like she's just trying to make me feel better.
I completely lose it. My sense of purpose, my hope for all this to be over. The belief that my instincts were right just crumbles to nothing. I feel shame and revulsion for letting a stranger touch me so intimately and in front of others.
"I left for this?"
She doesn't understand what I'm talking about. I realize that she has forgotten all of it. Who we were, what we did, all that we left behind.
"I left Home so that some disgusting perverted stranger could feel me up? I left Liam for this?" I'm crying hysterically now. A different woman tries to comfort me but she has recently left one of the men and I can't stand the thought of her dirty hands on me. I've pulled my knees up to my chest and I'm hugging them as I sob nonsensical questions. The idea that we've come to this has broken me.

02/21/2013 Unsettling, Liam

This dream is unsettling because it was always difficult enough to walk around with this guy at work, because of how much he reminded me Liam. My reasoning mind kept me from thinking about it too much and after repeatedly working with him I had conditioned myself to ignore it. I had never dreamt anything like this with him as the focus and it made me very uncomfortable. For anyone who is hasn't been following along, Liam is a vivid DC who often appears in my dreams. He's tall, with copper or auburn hair and blue eyes. I'll leave the description at that.
I'm sitting on a dark blue couch pressed against a wall of dark tinted windows. It is night outside, it has a very...after-hours feel. Beside me is someone I used to work with who reminds me of Liam.
A pretty young woman sweeps out of the place, calling over her shoulder about meeting him later for coffee. He looks troubled, tense, unhappy. As I am about to ask him what's wrong, he speaks into the stillness.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to tell my wife." He says.
I smile sympathetically and pull my knees up onto the couch.
"I guess that depends on your intent. If you're going to coffee because you have feelings for her..."
He cuts me off with a humorless laugh. "You think this is about her?"
I freeze, unsure what I should do or say. Does that mean I'm the problem? Even in the dark I can tell he keeps glancing at me, deeply troubled. He averts his eyes, bowing his head, thinking how difficult this has become. He's trembling with the effort to...stay contained. To not cross a line. After a long moment, he reluctantly reaches over and touches my knee. This forcefully reminds me of Liam. I blush furiously, trying to stifle the rush of emotions that beset me. I sit very still. He starts to withdraw his hand when I pull it back by linking my pinky and ring finger with his, very aware of the weight of his hand and the pounding of my heart. He desperately wants this and doesn't at the same time.
I release his hand and rise to my knees beside him. I'm wearing a faded green tank top that I haven't seen since I was in high school. He presses his hand flat against my abdomen. I realize that this is the closest I will ever come to being intimate with Liam and decide to revel in the moment. He looks up at me. Faint light from outside illuminates the left side of his face and turns one eye into a shining pool. He looks so much like Liam that it hurts. He reaches up with his free hand and presses his palm to the left side of my neck. Again, I think of Liam. He draws me down and brushes his lips below my right ear. I lose track of everything.
Something forces me awake.

When I was a lot younger (about 4 or 5) I used to have a lot of dreams that reoccurred unbelievably often and were so vivid and memorable that I still remember them very well to this day so I thought I'd share them with you guys This one is about one of my favourite childhood hobbies: riding my bike!

The dream began with me riding around a dirt track with other riders, but I don't know who they were even though they had no helmets on, I suppose I just didn't pay attention to them when I had this dream. The track looked like a track for actual motocross bikes with engines and, although we were only riding pedal bikes, we went as fast as motocross bikes without much effort.

The 'climax' of the dream I suppose happened when the riders in the race undertook a huge jump from a ramp. I still remember the run of the track up to the jump (random input here: it's quite coincidental that at this point my profile picture is me on a motorbike ) The track was straight until a sharp right which we always flew around easily, then a few humps which were also easily navigated, then a steep hill climb with a sharp left at the top and a huge, steep downhill with an upward flick and sheer drop at the end. The end of this steep downhill run was framed by a metal gateway covered in posters advertising biking companies (even though I didn't know any), similar to what you'd see on a motocross track.

As I navigated the run up to the jump, I could always see the people in front launching off this ramp and literally flying. Also, the drop at the end of the ramp was huge, the air was massive. Once I reached the top of the downhill, I always bombed down it as fast as I could go, which was considerably speedy with dream-powered legs Then I launched of the ramp and got that churning clenching feeling in my gut that you always feel when you are falling or you drop unexpectedly or even if you are walking upstairs in the dark and think there is one more step than there actually is and your foot falls through the air without meeting resistance. I'm sure you know what I'm getting out, pretty much everyone will have experienced what I mean. Anyway, this feeling was so strong in the dream as I plummeted from the ramp. I don't know why but I think you were supposed to fly at the end of the ramp and every time I didn't, I just dropped like that. At this point I would always wake up feeling exhilarated and pumped with adrenaline but most of all terrified.

Hope you enjoyed my description of my dream, I think I'll post a couple more so check them out too if you've the time.

Cheers

once again, I've had a random nightmare that somehow ended up as one of Cassandra Clare's books -_-

I was in the perspective of some little girl, probably 8 or 9 years old. She went to the basement and to her room that she shared with her older sister (who was probably 13) her older sister was jumping on her bed, and on the bed of the younger girl I could see the impression as if there was someone jumping on that bed, too. I asked what she was doing, and she said, "Jumping on my bed with my best friend." There was a scene change and I was in the perspective of the older girl. It was the middle of the night, and she opened her closet door. The closet was empty of clothing, but at the back of it I saw a girl standing, her hair was about waist length and black, and her eyes were glowing green. I closed the closet, and when I went to go back to the bed I had a false awakening. In this false awakening I drew a picture of the girl I'd seen, and then another picture of how her eyes looked in the darkness. Then it seemed to kind of melt back into that original dream, and i was staring at that girl. I could hear a voice in my head, but i didn't pay attention to the words it said. I thought it was the girl at first, but then I realized it was Jem as a silent brother (lolz) and apparently there were a whole bunch of shadowhunters there to kill the demon that was there.

Indeed this was one of the weirder dreams I've had, but its the first dream I remembered in about a month since I haven't been keeping my dj up to date e-e anyways, yeah. Thats about it.