nightmare

I had two other dreams that I remember from a few nights ago. The first really affected me emotionally. The details of both have left me but I still remember the gist. Somehow me and katie were in a group hanging out and having fun, then Tahlia (or some girl) broke up with Charlie Coucher so then katie took the opportunity to tell me that she thought charlie is amazing and she had just been waiting for him to be single for ages. She said this to me in front of everyone in the group, humiliating me. And she posted stuff on facebook about him and on her blog talking about him and loving him. And it felt like my heart was broken. I didnt know why it was happening or what to do. It fealt so real, and I was so sad.
The other one was more recent but I remember less. Katie cut my hair short, it looked like she had cut it all rough and uneven, but the main thing was that it was short. I remember touching it and looking at it and kind of regretting it, wishing that I still had long hair. Then I woke up and I had to check that I still had my long hair.

4/5/13

1. I am on a low ski-lift with no snow. I can control my cart, and I accidentally ram it into the one parallel to me. I knock her off, and I see her body below.

2. I get a job at a deli store. I sit in the back and package sandwiches according to orders. I mess up, and I walk out without receiving pay because of my embarrassment.

4/4/13

1. I sign up for a summer camp. I have a lot of fun there. At the first night, at the dining hall, some old-time members and counselors contemplate 'telling us...'

I have no idea what this means. Then they talk about a curse or something to do with a dragon. Everybody leaves on the last day. The next year, I decide to return because I had a lot of fun. Students begin to die this time. It becomes a huge drama in the camp. One night, I sneak into another hall. There were no cabins, just one building that we would only leave twice at the camp. Outside, there was a basement underneath the grass, and a couple more buildings were on the property. I go back inside, but see something in one of the rooms. A student is murdered. I become panicked and scared; I don't even have time to mourn them. A blonde girl instructs the killing, but an old man (a camp counselor) seems to oversee it. I hide as they begin to talk.

"We have to stop doing this," the camper says. There are about five people there.

"You understand why we are, you know," the man says in response. I cannot guess why they are killing the students. I suspect that they killed all the others too, unlike what they stated. I go to bed, but I cannot sleep. My terror produces sweat on my sheets, and I get up. I sit on the floor and think, but I cannot settle my thoughts. This was only the beginning. The days go by, and more campers disappear. I shudder at where they might keep the bodies. I tell one student, but on the night before the last day, everybody knew of the crazy killer cult rumor. I attempt to get sleep, but chaos ensues. I sneak out the back, but I soon have to escape a stalker. Many people are killed, and students run out of the building frantically. Many campers kill each other; they were also a part of it. I run to the wooden theater, and there are children lying on the ground. A man is light matches and throwing gasoline. I scream, but the children don't realize what's happening. They open their eyes and realize their attacker. The campers get up and run to the exit, but the far left portion has been enflamed along with some of the burning kids. The fire spreads by each still live body, causing only a few to escape to safety by the doorway I am standing at. The wind pierces my back; I am outside. There are acres of isolation, I think, how will we ever get out of here? I go to the gate where a girl is.

"Is that smoke I smell?" she says playfully. I ignore her.

"Do you remember last year? They are insane. Call 911!" I say.

"What? This is a nice camp, they aren't crazy..."

"They are part of this cult- You don't understand because you didn't go this year- Just listen. Your brother is dying. Follow me!" I say to her. Her face explodes with worry. I take her to the burning theater and call her brother's name. He does not respond, indicating his death. The property is chaotic; the fire is spreading and death is a harbinger to everybody. The blonde girl tries to stab the girl I am leading to her brother. My friend runs far, and I lose her. I have no choice but to run in the opposite direction to avoid the killers. I am out of breath and am in the forest. I can hear screams, and there is blood on some of the trees. An hour later, I come back to the camp. I step behind a building and see my friend's body. I am struck by an angry, tragic sadness. I run from the killer girl. I find the hatch that leads to the basement in the forest while running through the darkness. I descend the steps but hear her quickly behind me. I find a closet and enter it. I hide behind it. The basement suddenly turns into the garage of my house, but I do not become lucid. In the closet of my garage, there is a door leading outside to the sidewalk that I can escape from. I hear the girl coming. She flings open the door and frantically swings her knife around. I kick the sealed door open and run into the streets, free into the morning dawn with the scene of the camp long gone.

3/19/13

1. The dream takes place the night before. I feel terrible because of fatigue and another feeling I cannot explain. I am in a fight with my mom in the kitchen. I get a knife and threaten her. She presses her head against the sink counter and says that I wouldn't. She looks at me pleadingly. I stab her, and as I do, I the scene flashes into a cartoon. It quickly reverts. This has happened once before in 'News From Zombie Island', but I did not think anything of it. I drag her body downstairs and lay her on her carpet. I wake up, expecting to have killed my mom. It takes me a while to realize it was all a dream.

2. DCs are arguing on a property. I go inside and see many white hallways. They are flawlessly snow-colored, so much that I lose my orientation a few times. I become lucid, and stabilize the dream, and I see a DC with me. The character is in my peripheral vision, therefore I could not see his face.

3/17/13

1. I am at a party. I see people I know there. The next day, I see a strange and threatening looking overweight man in the school halls as I walk inside. He looked joyous and happy, but I suspected him of something. I close and lock the classroom door. No one notices, and everybody is gathered in the front. They are talking to a woman who looks almost identical to the unwanted visitor in the halls. I realize it is a dream, but I deny it soon after. Upon seeing the man attempt to get in, I warn my classmates not to let the woman whom I believe to be his accomplice to leave the classroom. I don't make any action, because I have no real reason to believe this. The lady walks towards the door, and I realize that she must be attempting to let the man in, because the doors unlock from the inside. She walks out, and the man smiles and walks inside. He does not twitch his face from its beamish position. He sets down his bag. A bomb explodes.

I've posted this one on the forums a bit already. I believe one of the reasons why it occurred is because I was playing Xbox Live a lot at the time and it was like I stuck my head in the sands/ashes of hell or something. Most of what I did at the time was play Xbox Live, I don't think I noticed the birds flying around outside much.

The dream always started showing people, Often enough to have a large party, Arriving at a two-story house which was in a plain that had no grass or trees near it. It was cold outside and the ground was blue-ish in tint. There was a forest behind the house about 200 yards away. The house was nice and warm. (I also must note the interior resembled the interior of the James Bond homestead house in the new Skyfall movie.)

People would leave the house and go into the woods. In the woods, The people would find a graveyard (Note I didn't say cemetery; This place was a grave place to be) And there would be this Fast, White, Freezing-Cold River running over parts of it including some of the grave markers.

The river started from the left and was below the ground where the people would stand to see the graveyard. The river came down a slope and went in a U-turn away from a bank on the right, Back to the left as it went down a slope. I'm wondering why the graveyard wasn't completely submerged in the water; Why did the river go around some of the graves in a U-turn, Cutting them off? I don't recall a huge bank between the river and most of the graveyard preventing the water from flowing down the slope that the graveyard was on.

I never saw anyone cross the river. Also, There was no path to this graveyard; The people always went through the woods to get to it. Once they saw this graveyard, In most occasions every person who saw it would die by turning into a splintered, Dead wood statue. I don't think even their clothes remained, They were just dead wood. Even if they managed to get back in the house, They'd die.

After this, In the morning authorities would come by and they would never be able to figure out what happened. I did see inside the house on a few occasions and I also was in the dream myself at least once; I think I was trying to fish a girl's plastic purple bag out of the river at one point and I did not die.

On one other occasion, I saw inside the house and there was a large window on the second floor overlooking the forest and I saw a man or teenager who had glasses and short blond hair.

This might not sound like much when you read it now, But I can assure you that it was cold.

3/16/13

1. I am lucid. I am in a factory setting. I try to explain to a crowd of characters about what happened in my previous dream. There is a man giving a tour in the scene of my dream. The people appear frustrated. I decide that it is my dream, the world is mine, and I jump on the tour-holder, liberating myself from the restraints. A group of DCs follow me happily.

A business man, outside in the open, steps out of a black car and says: "Let's go. It's time to wake up," but I just flip him off. I make the mistake of thinking it is a shared dream, and I run with five other people. I tell them to focus on their senses to make the dream real, but I did not realize that they weren't. We race through a desert and forest. I have begun to label all forested areas (those that aren't plains or urban) as part of the Marsh, because it has expanded recently and has been appearing a lot in my dreams lately. We see a house. Grimilia steps out of a corner. I have not seen her in years; why has she returned? She must be sentient for her to appear like this. She must be a part of me that has become self-aware, dissociated from my psyche because of her significance or other reasons. Maybe she resembles something or somebody. Could she be a representation of a problem? Some things happen, and everything explodes into a blinding white. I tell the characters to run, but when I look back I only see two of them.

I woke up in the middle of the night then went back to sleep [maybe false awakening.] So i'm going along in a lucid dream and what not. Then out of nowhere the dream stops. I'm back in my bed right were i was when i went to sleep. Exactly the same. Except everything was black and white. I was still conscious at the time, it felt like i was awake but i could tell i was asleep because i could not talk or move, like i could see through my eyelids. I think i might've been in sleep paralysis. There was this big black monster standing over me not moving at all just staring. It resembled the stature of a human only croched over. I tried to tell it to get away from me using my mind. I woke myself up before it could respond.

We had let our kids go out in the woods alone, and I was tracking their GPS on my phone, and could occasionally zoom in to look at what they were doing.

At some point I noticed that my four year old had become a proficient swimmer. I knew he had it in him! I thought proudly.

However, then the GPS signal of my four year old started to get confused and when I zoomed in a different kid would show. I could see my seven-year old climbing a tree, but that was not my younger son beside him.

My husband said that it was ok, just a glitch, but I told him that I had a feeling of dread like something terrible had happened.

We reached the woods, and found a group of kids tied loosely to a tree with some cable. They lay there as if in a stupor. I still had not found my son. I heard the voice of the evil man who had done this saying something over a loudspeaker. I don't remember all he said, but it included "it does not matter." I could somehow know that the tree cables or something there was boobytrapped so I could not free the kids. I also somehow knew the evil man could see me.

I still also had not reached my older son yet, even though I had seen him on GPS phone video, had not lost him.

I woke up from this nightmare after this, quite shaken.

I had to look in on my sons, and found them safe asleep in bed of course. Despite risk of waking him up, I kissed my younger son on cheek - I would have kissed my older one, but he was harder to reach not being near the edge of the top bunk at the moment.

In hindsight, even before my conscious self was aware of it that this would turn into a nightmare, the setting was clearly there. We are watching kids over GPS and phone while they are alone in the woods! They are engaging in potentially dangerous activities such as swimming unsupervised without lifeguard or lifejacket for my younger son and tree climbing on very high tree for my older son.

It is interesting that the nightmare again goes to kidnapper theme. I thought I had successfully vanquished those kidnappers in my previous dream, where I felt so much empowerment due to having rescued my boys and preparing to fight bad guys using my superior martial arts skills. Well apparently they are back with a vengance and this time there is no empowerment for me. Of course, due to the GPS and leaving them alone in the woods, it is all my fault this time. Also i do not even get the relief of seeing my boys before the dream ends, making sure that they are alive and well in the dream. Fear of kidnappers in waking life is one of those cultural irrationally blown out of proportion fears: I know that in reality the odds of boys being kidnapped are miniscule, and I did not think that I really feared this in waking life that much to give me nightmares (perhaps it is not so much the likelihood as what would be worst case scenario - fear of kidnappers and boogieman), but of course I am as a good parent worried for my sons safety, and that of course is the cause of these dreams.

i am going to post the notes i took apon waking for this because the full thing i wrote was lost and havent had the time to rewrite it all.

Cult leader in room. Vince Vaughn and another an Irish man. Leader was like I know two of you have killed to be here and one of you has faked it. Then he make the Irish man open up his pillow case. No knife = no kill so the cult leader killed him. And a family of four pulled up to the abandonded underground fortress. He would probably kill them too. Mom and dad sent us to this camp but it was in Europe it was hardcore. We had nothing. They too us to get naked in a room with another two brothers. They have us bed ad we did it. We slept. The next day they allowed us to go into the city. We did. We found so much money over four hundred. When we got home I had to take shirt off money in all my waist. I tried hiding but main guy took it. Took four hundred. Went to bed next night he had people over. Went on like this for a while. Mom and dad finally came but they were the people. Then told us we went there a lot as kids. We were outside on the farm land scooting out on these cliffs with dirt riffs we got down to the bottom and went to this very modern art museum. Uncle ray was looking to buy a tv there. In uncle rays house. Actually while we at art thing auntie Cathy left a video cry for help on the security system. So I went over to Florida house. She took me and we hid fast bc they all came in but it was partiers. Then this witch came through the door and auntie Cathy was the only one who could defeat her. The witch made the group of partiers chant some thing that would make the house start on fire.

if you would help me in decoding this it would be of great help. it is a very important dream. thank you, -reed

12-1 sleep
9 wake
All these children had become possessed or cursed or something. They were coming after us. Their touch evoked extreme fear - I was screaming at several points in the dream. Ran up stairs and barricaded the children outside. There were a lot of people in here. They didn't quite believe me, so wound up pilling the barrier (barricaded door) down and experiencing the fear themselves.

Sorry about my grammer i am not of english speaking natively.
I Am 13, and as such i have horror from my perspective as a teen.

I Was in some place the weather was cloudy, on the verge of
raining and i was in a little store. The kind of small store where you can buy
ciggarettes, magazines, etc...

It was unusual, the floor was a white tiled stone floor, and from the
doors view the counter was to the left. But i think there was no door..

Still speaking from the doors percpective there was a rack, JUST to the right on
the wall the door is on. The rack was a hat rack, but instead of hooks there where
baskets, and in one of those baskets was a pad of snuff(tobbacco bag you but in your mouth). I Took it, and ran with my friend and said "DUDE RUN, I TOOK SNUFF!".
He responded, now keep in mind this is a bad dream. He said:
"RUN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT HE CAN DO!"

We ran and ran,*cant remember this part but i assumed we just ran.*
, finally we stood infront of a forest. It had a big hill(steep) covered in trees,
we climbed up and when we stood on the top he said.
"Finally we can stop, we should be safe here.."

Then we get a call:
"Im sorry ?????? Your mom ??????? Car taken ????????"

Cant remember more.

The Store:

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C = Counter
R = Rack


Thoughts(this will be in my journal from now on):
My thougths about this dream is that in the dream world as you lose your concept
of reality, you lose concept of emotion and what is important to you. Basically you
become a monolith, this means that your subconsious must be able to somehow
influence your thoughts, it could in essence be a happy dream yet scary.
This idea would be consistent with other nightmares ive had and other strange
dreams ive had such as my first LD yesterday. It had no point of being scary, but as
you are a monolith in your dreams the dream influenced my dream character into
being scared and then giving a reason for it. SO that would mean that emotion and
reason for emotion are seperate and indepentant. And because emotion is in memory
aswell, reason for emotion might not be. Which would mean that you look for a reason to be scared when there simply isn't one! You just are scared. The concept is hard to grasp i know.

This would mean that if i had an insane dream, the dream itself does not
effect emotion. So i could be fully happy, even angry or sad.

Now where does emotion come from then?
I think lucid dreaming can hold the answer, anyone who is reading this, the next
time you have a lucid dream please ask your subconsious to show you the reason
for emotion. Or try to find the reason, or do some experiments.

IF you get any results, or have an opinion about this concept, please contact me, either through this thread or PM.

Dream 1:

I was in a huge arena with a very ominous reddish-black sky. On either sides of the arena were these massive step pyramids/ziggurats, owned by each team and acting like their base.

Each base had a different color tint, either red or blue, and the layers were frequent and thin. There were gun encampments all along my team's pyramid, but the guns were all late 1800s Gatling guns. I also remember that the two teams were playing Capture the Flag, and as you might expect the flag was in the pyramids. This is where things get freaky.

I was probably sent to get the flag from the other team's base, as next thing I know I'm in a hallway that looks like one from one of my schools, and all the lights above were either flickering or off. A little further down than I was a man sitting down in an old high school desk. His head was turning like an owl's, around in circles. The direction was rapidly changing, but then he saw me. His facial features looked bare or empty, but I guessed that he was in his mid-thirties. The man abruptly stood up. He zipped towards me a couple steps and stopped. Again he does this until he's right up at my face, head still turning. His marble white eyes lacked pupils. The man might have said something, but I tried to run away to the branching hallway on my left. I didn't look back. I managed to get myself into a thinner hallway, but there was this strange shadow. It looked like a thin potato on a stick, but you could clearly see eyes and teeth. This thing was not good. I heard voices in my head about trying to cut the thing, because that's the only thing you could do. I turned around and saw the creature of the shadow towering above me. It was at least 7 feet tall, and was wearing some sort of burlap bag type material. It's head was just like what I saw in the shadow, but it had red eyes. Inspired from Counter Strike, I whipped out my knife and started slashing in a similar fashion. I was backing up in the process. I was petrified though, so I woke up.

Dream 2:

This was a far more pleasant dream than the Counter Strike House of Horrors one. Me and some other people were browsing the aisles of Target. I felt like I knew these people, and perhaps they were friends, but I don't know those people in my waking life. An intercom announced that the store was foreclosing. My group and I walked out of our current aisle and saw that things were really being foreclosed. Taking a brief look at some of the price tags, everything was on sale, most for 90% off. The store's layout had changed as well, not what you'd see at a regular target.

The little remaining aisles were placed perpendicular and in front of the checkouts. From the back wall of the store, which had been brought up to match the new placement of the shelves, you could see a checkout and the employee working there. All of the employees to my recollection were all the same guy, and were all incredibly depressed. I wouldn't blame them. The most interesting and jarring thing about the whole change was that now, instead of Target selling what they usually sell, the store was selling strange antiques.

We proceeded to walk around the cash registers over and over again, as that's where nearly all the big-ticket antiques were. There isn't much of interest to say that happened from that point. We laughed and pointed at all the ridiculous things on display. It seemed to be great fun. The only thing that really stuck out in my mind was that I was abnormally interested in this large figurehead-esque bust of Catwoman stood up on large black wooden beams. It looked expensive, but since it was on sale, it was only $10.

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I guess you get to an age where you no longer have nightmares, just bad dreams or dreams you didn't like. At least that's the way I see it now. So last night, I had a nightmare - bad dream - of sorts.
I went to bed really late, like 3am, woke up around 5am and as I didn't recall any dream for DEILD, I got up for about an hour.

For some reason I found myself in Joanne's house, living there with her, which would never happen in a million lifetimes.

Spoiler for why I hate Joanne.:

Joanne is the mother of my son Jordan, when I was a teen, I was of an unsavoury character and I spent quite a bit of time in prison. Whilst I was in prison, Joanne found a new boyfriend and at some point, she allowed him to beat my son, 2 at the time, to within an inch of his life. He is now a quadriplegic and only just short of brain dead. So I don't know why I would dream of her, let alone be living with her.

So I found myself living with Joanne, but for some reason another girl named Kate, who I was also seeing turned up, Joanne was out and so I let her in, but then Joanne returned. I explained who Kate was and that she was here and Joanne was fine with it - she always was a soft touch - however Kate wasn't too impressed though she made the most of it with a brave face. After they had spoken, Kate commented that she didn't know what to make of her now she knew she was Irish. I explained she wasn't Irish, in fact she was Scunthorpe born and bred, I said that she puts accents on to try and make herself more interesting to other people, to give herself some kind of personality if you like.

I decided to go out on my bike, but for some reason I didn't take my helmet, I had a hooded top on and thought that would at least keep the police off my back. I was speeding down the road when all of a sudden the steelwork of a building with a jet engine in the centre flew past me at incredible speed almost knocking me off my bike in it's wake. As I turned the bend I saw Carl from Poker waving me down and signalling the police were about. I was going quite fast and when I started to slow down, I noticed for the first time that there was snow on the ground and I had to be really careful. I got off the bike and stood talking to Carl and someone who resembled Shackles.
Shackles or his dream equivalent was saying how he rode all the time and how good he was, when I asked him what he was riding though, he said he's retired for now, which I thought was an odd thing to follow up with.

Scene change - We only own a shower and a very small back yard. Since forever, Diesel and Dutchess have been a nightmare to bathe, also not very fond of water in general. Well just recently, the past couple of summers, we've managed to get Diesel in the water with the aid of sticks, which he calls balls and is obsessed with, to the point that recently he has actually been swimming for a couple of seconds at a time. So yesterday was the hottest it's been this year and I got the idea to take them to the lake and give them a good bath. It was quite funny, but I think they actually both enjoyed it.

Joy and I were walking the dogs down the riverside and we found a place to bathe them. Dutchess went first as she is the least bother, usually just stands stock still until it's over, unlike Diesel who fights me all the way. Afterwards she was swimming in the water when she noticed a seal or sea lion, we'll say seal, she got out to play with it. It seemed to get nasty real quick and I shouted for her to come away from it, as soon as I said this, Dutchess turned into a seal, jumped in the water and started to swim with the seal. Joy then shouted that there were at least four or five of them. The whole scene had a feeling of dread about it, I told Dutchess to get out of the water which she did, as a dog again. As soon as the seals left, I got Diesel to come to me, I was stood in waist deep water with him and I was shouting for Joy to look, as I walked about in the water it got deeper and all of a sudden I stood on something sharp, Diesel was now panicking and I had to hold his head above the water and look at my foot at the same time. There was a yellow drawing pin stuck in my foot and it had some sort of logo on it, though I don't recall what.

We left the river side when both Diesel and Dutchess ran off in different directions, we panicked as we watched both of them encounter accidents, I saw Dutchess get hit by a car, and Joy said something had happened to Diesel, although she didn't say what, they were both lying on the floor immobile. Dutchess was crying and trying to move, but she could only inch along the floor on her belly, Diesel was having fits and convulsions. I didn't know which way to run. Diesel was closest by far, then someone shouted that Dutchess wasn't going to make it and I broke off towards Diesel. As I reached him, he was still fitting and as I moved in closer he fell down a shallow hole. I climbed in to get him and I noticed he'd turned completely grey - something I've dreamt before - I picked him up and cradled him, I was crying as I climbed out of the hole and thinking that I now had to get to Dutchess as quick as possible. I set off towards her, but I never made it. I woke proper at 8am shouting out loud "What an awful bloody dream...!"

Aliens aliens!! I ran inside scared out of my physical body. I slammed the door shut, but before I closed it, some girl ran inside and just vanished. I ignored it and closed the door. I looked out the window, a swarm of Aliens walking around, I was terrified... It was scary. Then all of a sudden I ran behind the couch to hide, staring at the door, the door opened, an alien came inside, then I woke up. (I'm not sure if it was a real awakening). Then I went back to sleep, the dream continued/repeated!
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I was sitting in my seat at school, this girl that sits infront of me had to move. So she just moved somewhere else (I have no idea where) then I said "I just lost 50% of my interest sitting here...."

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