nightmare

Sleep - 11:10pm/4:00am (Kept waking up every 20-30 minutes untill about this time)
Wake ups - A lot
Finial wake up - 9:40am

I am in a tubular room. It's not very big and i can barely stand up straight in it. Everything had a strange dark green emitting from it. At the far end of the tube was a heavy looking metal door. I walked over to it and tried to open it but it was locked. I turned around and looked at what was in the room. The room was mostly empty apart from a small shelf to the right of me. A hole appeared in the roof about a meter from me. A thick black sludge poured out of it. I heard a voice above me that said "Theres food". The hole closed and the green glow on everything turned into a darker colour.

I'm standing outside my childhood home in Massachusetts, the front lawn isn't as long. It's a bright lush green. The trees that stand between my house and the neighbor's are impossibly tall, like a wall instead of woods. A girl meets me outside, we talk a little bit.
"Strange things happen around here sometimes, though." She says.
"What do you mean? Seemed ordinary to me."
She laughs at me, "You really don't remember?"
"What?"
She tells me that when I was sixteen I disappeared for four days without warning and then reappeared unexpectedly with no memory that I had gone, that for the four days I was missing strange things happened, centered around a carved wooden chest. Somehow the idea that I can't even remember any of the events surrounding that deeply disconcerts me.
"We found it again you know. It came back." She makes the chest sound like a living thing.
"Can I see it?"
She leads me into the house across the street. It's dark inside, but I can hear people moving around. In the dining room that connects the kitchen and the living room is the chest. I come around the corner, following the girl. She shines a flashlight onto the floor near the chest, drawing my focus to the light. I give her instructions to change where the beam falls. She is being dense about it, finally it shines near the foot of the chest.
I'm actually surprised by how vivid it looks, how real. It stand out from the dream like a real photograph next to an animated one. Live against the darkness. I start to feel a kind of buzzing, it's low and frightening and sets my teeth on edge. The box stands open. It is golden mahogany. The latch is broken. The lid stands open a few inches. There is a double-chevron pattern repeated 8 times, 4 each on either side of the square center emblem that I can't remember. I really don't want to look at it. The girl grins at me in the dark.
"Do you want to see what's inside?" She takes out a stack of chips. They look like dull dented metal and bone, with carvings on the front. "We can play the same games you played before."
I shake my head and back away. I hear the clack of the chips as she sets them on the floor, one by one. It jars me awake. I'm having a faint case of sleep paralysis. I feel heavy and keep trying to doze off. I move my head every time I start to drift because I can feel myself returning to that room with the chest. I finally manage to turn over instead of just move my head, and when I fall back asleep I'm sitting in a folding chair in a wide alley. The chairs are in two groups with an aisle down the middle. Seven rows of five on each side of the aisle.
Christina Aguilera dances into the alley with her body guards, wearing a black fedora, a white halter top with black suspenders with black shorts, fishnets and tall spike-heel black boots. The music starts and she dances quick impressive steps, I can tell she's lip syncing but it doesn't bother me, it seems she would have to choose between singing and dancing and this number is all about the dance. It becomes more clear she's lip syncing when the recording keeps going and she skips moving her mouth on a part.
An idiot across the aisle looks surprised and says "I THINK SHE'S LIP SYNCING!"
I roll my eyes. Someone else mentions she looks good for being 40...o.O

Sleep - 11:45pm
Wake ups - 5:26am
Finial wake up - 7:10am

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Not-Dream

I was walking through a barren field. There was no life anywhere that i could see. There was just miles and miles of dry brown mud. About half a mile away from me i noticed that there was a bump in the ground that looked like it was getting bigger. I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. After about a minute of growing it suddenly burst and steam poured out of it.

A giant cat climbed out of it and purred at the sky. Even though i was still quite far away from it, i could hear the purr clearly. The cat looked at least 50 foot tall. I stopped moving and hoped that it wouldn't notice me. It looked around for a bit and i thought that it wouldn't notice me. I started to move away slowly as to not draw attention to me. A soon as i moved the cats eyes locked onto me. I knew i was screwed now so i started running away from the cat.

I looked behind me as i was running and i saw that the cat was now sprinting towards me extremely quickly.

9/29/12

1. I am lucid and in a church filled with people. I go outside to walk home, and I summon a car. A girl DC comes running towards me saying something. "What's wrong? Zombies?" I say to her.

"Yeah. And Clay," she responds. I don't know what she means by this, but I think she meant golems. She gets in the car and warns me to throw all of the trash out of it and to just drive away from the Church. She gets in the front seat. We drive away, but she doesn't feel safe. She gets out of the car and many vehicles speed past her, intentionally hitting pedestrians. She runs to get back in for her safety, but a bus stops between us, cutting her off. I get out of the car to help her, and we agree to meet up at the next block. We run with the driverless cars trying to hit us, but I am scared a car will come up on the sidewalk. The road is hectic now, and I cannot see the DC. I lose lucidity. Many cars crash into each other in feud. I reach the corner with our car now long gone. I cannot find the girl. I am isolated, on the sidewalk, of the traffic jam. I see the DC, and she runs maniacally to try to get to the sidewalk, but the cars drive to her, flinging her into a parking lot, dead.

2009-2010

1. I am outside on the streets. at the edge of the fog stands a humanoid figure. I run up the stairs due to fear, and pound on the door. It is locked. I turn around, and the figure is directly behind me.

2. I have a dream of someone knocking on the door. I know it's a dream, and I remember how the Incubus would do the same thing. The door busts open. I remember the rules; if I wasn't in bed and asleep by the time he came, the Incubus would kill, and I would wake up. I rush to my bed, and pretend to be asleep.

3. It happens again, but this time he changes the rules. I have to set up a card game, and get back to bed in time. This time he gets me.

4. Assured that the nightmares would plague me, I decide to come to terms with it. I am stuck in a series of lucid false awakenings in which he gets me each time. Once, I see him at the bottom of the stairs. I run up the stairs as fast as I can, but my leg gets stuck on a bungie cord on the doorknob. I decide not to be afraid anymore. I manipulate patterns of light to throw him down the stairs. As he falls, I see his true form; my father. I use my telekinesis to bash his head against the car in the garage. I don't stop. I awaken, relieved and enlightened, free of what had haunted my sleep for a decade.

2008

1. I am in a quiet suburban town. The majority of the houses are painted pink. So is the sky. I notice something very strange about it, but I cannot say what.

2. My family moves to Plea. The sky is always pink, but right before something bad happens, it turns red. I wake up in the middle of the night and open a closet door. There are walls of broken baby dolls in there. One of them blinked. They eat me alive, and I wake up for real this time.

2008

1. I am at my elementary school at night. I am outside, and I am lucid. I walk to the border, but a mysterious figure in the fog blocks me. I get the feeling that I am not allowed, or will perish, if I cross the line. I realize it is Grimilia from before. She has a wolf with her by her feet. Someone else runs by and upon crossing the imaginary line is devoured by it. She calls him Tibb. I realize it is a werewolf when it transforms into a naked man, who wipes the blood off his mouth. When I see his face, I realize that he is the same man who I saw at the Marsh, the Island, and the Halo. He was following me. Why was he threatening me now when he helped me before? In fear, I run and hide, losing my lucidity.

2. I am in a park. The sky turns very gloomy. People begin to run and shout that Grimilia is coming, and I become lucid. Instead of running, I walk slowly towards the exit. Grimilia is in a parked car. She is wearing a black suit. Instead of the hag form of before, she looks surprisingly young. Without fear, I slip into the passenger seat, and we drive away.

3. Many people are in a maze-like complex. it has a viewof the city highway. We all run through it, avoiding Grimilia. I am the last to die.

2007

1. I am in a dark formless void. I intend to go to leave Central Dreamworld, but I cannot seem to escape wherever this is. I meet a man who tells me that this is the Nightmare Halo; a place surrounding Central Dreamworld and created by Grimilia. We must escape quickly if we want to live. As we move into the darkness, we see random colorful neon shapes. They are oddly misplaced against the stark hell-scape of the Halo. We hear female laughter in the distance, but we make it back in time to the Island.

2. I am crossing again, but this time Grimilia gets me.

3. I am lucid and running through a neon building at night to escape from Grimilia.

2007

1. I am in a bustling city. I is filled with marketplaces, and it is very lively. There is a central structure or castle. I enter it, but in the stairs I fight zombies that have escaped from the Island. I make my way to the outside of a mansion. In it, I go into a small house that has imagery of space instead of walls as if it was a green screen. Through a portal comes up an adversary. I fight him. Grabbing the broom, I use its magical properties. I go out and see that the yard has decayed like a glacier or an avalanche. I climb down the tundra-scape and meet a talking white bunny who helps me escape the mansion.

2. I take an art class at an abandoned mansion. I realize that I am dreaming when I discover that all the other residents are vampires. I befriend them, but the host becomes angry. He chases the vampires out and I, one day, see in the backyard an array of pillars-no stakes-impaling all of them.

3/26/13

1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.

Originally Posted by Windhover@

That's why hypnosis is powerful for this


Well guys I didn't have pleasant night/morning today. I remember going to a waterfall but it's foggy now. I wanted to try WILD during the night but the freaking noise distracted me a lot...I hate myself so much right now..

This is what I have for the SD attempt:

4/2/13

1. I am in a forest. There are large mountains flowing through the dreamscape with various buildings of solitude laced appropriately in the woods. Many cliffs are hanging below the beauty. I see in the distance the same exact spacious field that I was going to bury the body in from Katsuno's synch murder dream. There is another person with me, but I do not understand who. I cannot see their face. We find another person sitting on a cliff in thought. He resembled my dad at first, but then he changed into someone else I did not recognize. I go back to my house, but my family is fighting. I go back to the forest and intend to see the Asian Art Museum that was the center of the landscape. I must pay admission, so I just walk home. Before I leave the forest, I see a waterfall flowing over the cliffs.

2. I am in a circular building with a group of people. Every room looks the same. We are running from something. We hide in a room, but I cannot lock the intricate door. I call for help, but no one responds. I run to the other section with some people, but the thing breaks in because of the unlocked door. He slaughters many. We run, but we keep slipping through the blood. Only a small number of people are left. Everybody is panicking, but I become lucid for no reason. Everything is clear and vivid. I remember everything suddenly. I become overwhelmed; I need to get back to the waterfall in order to share the dream. I feel the reality slip away, and my senses fade. I panic and twirl around, rubbing my hands. The dream regresses into a mere visualization of hypnapompia as I awaken.

3. I am altar serving at some important mass, but it is not revealed to me what the mass is for.

4. I am in my backyard with two other people. Once again, I cannot specify who they are because the dream is hazy. They joke around too much, and I begin to get mad at them because they are playing with my bracelet that I need for some important Christian ceremony that occurs annually. (It doesn't actually exist.) One of them throws the bracelet, and I have to look for it. I use the same one this year because I did not buy another one as the ceremony intends. I wait in line to go into the bathroom where everybody writes down their intent for the year in secret. I could not think of something, so I wrote a series of gibberish letters. The recurring pair was the two letters 'S' and 'D' together. I was not lucid.

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I can't exactly remember how the nightmare began, as far as I can remember it started fairly normally. I was stumbling around some cave or pipeline with a friend of mine. We are pushing each other and joking around while going further into the tunnel, neither of us had any source of light. I think it was a some sort of dare that both of us had to keep going until either the tunnel ended, or the other got scared and surrendered. We continue walking for several minutes while laughing and asking each other "Are you scared yet?" Eventually the tunnel suddenly dropped, which in the darkness we were unable to see. My friend fell down what I can only assume to be a very large hole of some sort. I remember yelling "I got you bro I'm coming down!" at which point I believe I slid head first into the whole, the sensation of falling and me feeling of weightlessness making me sick which in every other dream has woken me up.

It's not so much as 'waking up' as it is a sudden transition. I'm laying face down in a large puddle of what I assume to be dirty water, maybe oil. I hear the hissing of steam as I try to stand. I look around the room and I find I am in a boiler room of some sort. There is some sort of cable box, or breaker box on the wall hooked up to several long steel cables that extend into the wall. Horizontally above the box I see a large series of pipes that go all around the room and eventually out above the door through a small window-like slit. It occurs to me that if I fell and woke up in the room then my friend must be there as well. I look around the room and see a large pile of filth, various garbage, old food, cans, and such. I look above me and see nothing but the ceiling and a small sprinkler in the center of the room. One of the pipes is cracked, there's steam coming out of it and I could feel the heat from where I was laying. I stand and try to collect my thoughts, I remember clearly thinking "Something is wrong here, how did I get here? Where is my friend? What's going on?". I'm not sure what compels me to do it but I grabbed a rusty pipe laying in the puddle near where I was laying. I stumble around and eventually get out of the room and to my left see nothing but darkness, and to my right the same.

There is a small gap in the dream I can't remember but the next thing I can recall is staring at a monster similar to http://bit.ly/14ucBj1 It was at least 6.6 feet tall. The only main difference from the picture is I remember it had no skin and I could see its muscles flex and strain with every movement as well as it being covered in blood and gore. Not to mention it was incredibly terrifying to see in the 'flesh' so to speak. I see my friend laying on a table with his chest and stomach cut open in a diagonal line and it's clear to me that he is dead. I'm sitting in the furthest corner from the door, the creature and my friend are in the other side of the room in the opposite corner. There's a single support pillar in the middle of the room, several power tools as well as surgical tools scattered around the room. A large steel cabinet is to my left against the wall while I hide in a pile of garbage. My left arm hurts significantly and I know its been cut deep by what I assume must have been glass. I watch the monster cut up my friends body piece by piece, arms, legs, head etc... It spans for well over what feels like twenty minutes before the creature finishes with what it was doing and leaves the room.

I wait several moments before standing and trying to dig my way out of the garbage I'm crouched in. As I get up I feel something cut my chest just below my left shoulder. I can physically feel it cutting into my skin and the feel of the foreign object in my body as well as the blood run down my torso. I don't have a shirt on and am only wearing jeans. While moving the garbage to get out most of it clatters loudly to the floor and I'm sure the monster is going to come back in to kill me. I run to where my friends mutilated body are and simply stare at it for several moments. The shock of seeing him dead is overwhelming and I begin crying. I grab a bloody scalpel from the table and swear to kill the monster.

I hide behind the door and wait for my moment to strike the demon, it feels like eternity while I feel my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline running through my veins. Eventually I hear the monsters thundering footsteps approach the door I take a deep breath and hold it for fear of it knowing of its impending attack. It slowly stumbles through the door while forcing the door open with its shoulder, its hunched over and seems to be carrying something in its 'hands?'. It stops in the middle of the room half way to the table. The stress of waiting becomes to much as I yell as loud as I can in rage and charge it, jumping on its back locking my legs around its waist, wrapping my left arm around its neck and pulling its head towards me exposing its throat. Since it has no skin I can see the muscles flex and strain as I drag the knife across its throat, it gurgles and thrashes around the room blindly trying to get me off it. I repeatedly stab it in the throat and chest as it rams its back against walls frantically trying to stop me. One of the impacts takes my breath away and I lose my grip, I fall to the floor and backpedal as fast as I can while it continues thrashing around. I am terrified as I once again clench the scalpel in my hand, it turns to face me as I stand as fast as I can to charge it, I jump and tackle it while stabbing its throat repeatedly before finally burying the knife in its heart.

It stops moving and I am so happy that I oddly feel like crying. I kick its body several times in different spots to make confirm its death before rushing to the steel cabinet to try to find something to help me escape this place. I throw open the doors and see very little of value aside from a few gears and a single flashlight. I take the flashlight and check to make sure it works which it does. I sigh in relief as I finally have a way to see in the dark. At that time I begin hearing a strange noise behind me, a sick gurgling and growling . I turn to see the monster getting back up. I scream in terror as I realize I didn't kill it. The thought struck me that NOTHING can survive having its throat cut open and its heart severed. I hesitantly close my eyes and bring my hand up to my nose. I pinch my nose and try to breath which I can. I realize its a dream and begin laughing. Everything begins coming into more focus as well as the smell of rotting meat and garbage. The pain in my arm and chest return full force, I clutch my chest trying to breathe as my breath catches in my throat.

It's rare that I ever perform a reality check and realize its a dream without waking me up, yet alone feeling very real pain. The monster at this point is crouched and trying to get to its legs. I grab a nearby pipe laying on one of the shelves in the cabinet and run as fast as I can to bash it in the face repeatedly with the improvised weapon. I hit it as hard as I can and continue to for several minutes until I feel exhausted. I turn on the flashlight and run out the door and into the hallway as fast as I can. I sprint down the hallway for what feels like hours until I encounter the boiler room I first 'woke up' in. I frantically run in, slam the door shut and put the pipe in between the handle and the door frame so the door can't be opened from the outside. I go to the wall farthest from the door and sit against it. I can still feel the absolute terror from merely glancing at the monster, I'm breathing so fast I think I might be hyperventilating I try to catch my breath while I think. "This is a dream, I can just wake up." I yell out loud "Wake up!" but nothing happens. I get chills all along my body and goosebumps on my arms. I continue yelling "Wake up!" growing increasingly panicked as nothing changes aside from giving myself a headache from the noise. I can hear the monsters thundering footsteps as it slowly walks down the hall, whether from the injuries I gave it or to taunt me, to show me I was trapped I didn't know. I briefly entertained the thought of taking one of the sharper pieces of garbage in the corner and slitting my own throat to wake up. I had died in previous dreams and simply woke up out of breath. The thought struck me "What if I kill myself and I don't wake up?" my heart nearly stops as I try to figure out whats happening.

The creature at this point tries to open the door via the handle but fails to. It begins banging on the door, the only thing separating myself from certain death. I begin panicking trying to will myself to wake up or change dream scenes. I yell "Go away! You're not real! I want to wake up now! Something! Anything happen please!" The door at this point explodes outward and I feel the shrapnel bury itself in my chest, though it doesn't hurt, it feels like I'm going into shock. I can feel it in my chest but it doesn't hurt. I force myself to stand and face the demon who is slowly approaching me. I stare it straight in its 'face?' and laugh at it. I calmly state that it can't hurt me. "Your not real. You can't hurt me. I control this dream. I created you. You will go away." It merely lets out a rumbling laugh and literally growls "No". I attempt to run behind it only to have it corner me. I yell "This isn't real! I will wake up now!" "WAKE UP!". I Swear it appears amused as I continue to shout, pleading with the world to allow me to wake up. It moves towards me at a snails pace while I fall and try to somehow bury myself in the wall behind me to escape it. It breaths loudly and I can smell rotting meat as it continues to laugh. One final time I barely whisper "your not real, you can't hurt me." It grabs my arms and pulls me towards it before burying its teeth in my throat. I feel no pain but can feel its teeth beneath my skin, and flesh gets ripped off.

I wake up with my heart pounding in my chest so hard it hurt and my cat meowing as it stared at me. I glance at the clock see it is 3:33 A.M. and know I will not be sleeping for the rest of the night, hoping I would forget the entirety of the nightmare.

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I wake up in my bed. My teeth hurt. I licked them and felt the texture on their surface wasn't clean and smooth like they are supposed to. There was something dirty on them, leaving them textured and tasting like iron. I walk downstairs to look in a mirror. It's evening, but there is just enough dim light to let me see my mouth. Red of blood, my lips opened to show my deformed and fully blood-covered teeth - at least the few I had. My set of teeth was shaped like a rabbit's. I went into the kitchen where my mother said I must have grabbed and chewed apart this weird salt grinder-like wooden thing while I slept. I went into the living room and sat in the couch with the salt shaker thing in my hands. My father walked in and asked what happened to my teeth, so I explained what I must have been doing while sleeping.

I dreamed that I was awake at night. Perhaps had gone to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water or something. When suddenly I realized there was an intruder in our house: a black man with a flashlight. Interestingly enough even though he did have a flashlight which was on, the lights in the room were also on, so I could clearly see everything (in fact I think that's why my dream mind decided to have the lights on).

(Side note: why was he black? Is my subconscious racist? Did he just happen to be black? Have I been conditioned by society to fear black men more, so that an intruder is more scary if black? I am white btw.)

He was on the younger side of middle aged, looked clean and clean shaven, and made the impression of being smart and surprisingly well off for someone who chose to burgle homes at night. He was wearing a clean sweater that looked good on him. He seemed fit, not athletic, but slim and healthy looking - like he took care of himself.

He was clearly here just looking for valuables: a burglar. He was very surprised to see me. He stopped and stared at me in shock, and said something like "What the heck? This has never happened before." He was clearly unprepared to face an awake inhabitant of the house. He did not seem aggressive, and just seemed to be thinking of what to say and do next.

Meanwhile I was terrified. I realized I expected that he would rape me. Next thing I know I am lying on my back on the floor with my knees up, even though I had been standing a moment ago, and the dream does not even bother to provide a transition. The burglar looks at me clearly confused and disturbed by my actions, as if he wanted to say "What are you doing woman?" He does not appear to have any intensions to rape me. he appears to be a cultured gentleman burglar.

This however does not diminish my fear. Next thing I know I wake up still horrified.

Side note: Why I had this dream: On DV some woman questioned why do rape victims make such a big deal out of it - a statement which kind of shocked me. Then on Facebook a friend of mine posted an interesting article about a professor teaching high school kids how not to rape, an article I read last evening, and someone else also posted a rape related comment because of News of course.

Upon waking part of me wondered whether the reason why I assumed the position was because part of me wanted to be raped in my dream. But no, I don't think so, my reaction was definitely sheer fear not any anticipation. I assumed the position in my dream because of the simple expectations cause effect in dreams.

Reassuringly enough my burglar's personality was such that I believe I was in no danger of actually being raped, even if I had not woken up. He seemed to be evaluating my reaction, and judging me to be a very confusing and ridiculous woman. So it was all in my head. My DC was not actually threatening, despite the potentially dangerous situation. Maybe given his personality I should not have expected him to try to rape me, but rather expected him to invite me to sit down with him at the table and calmly discuss the consequences: whether he could persuade me to please not call the police.

On another note: this was a very vivid dream. I think the vividness was enhanced by and also helped cause the intense emotions.

Part I: The Gifts

I was at my dad's small apartment, laying on my bed for some reason, and my father came in with a huge box, wrapped in plain blue paper. From there, he laid it next to me, saying "Here you go, son. I'm giving you this because I'm proud of ya." and I quickly opened the large present.

Inside was a rather old-looking computer, save for the fact that it was the color purple and had a transparent covering to it. He said it was something called "The Chat Messenger" or something. It did two things that I know of--chat and watch movies. I did the first thing, chatting nonsense with others before turning on the movie.

It was a horror flick, which is how the next part begins.

Part II: The Horrors

I was in this movie for some reason. Much like me real self, I was tall, white and of medium attraction, though I had long blonde hair instead of my short brown hair that I actually have. I was with a group of friends at this vacation spot, each one I didn't recognize very well and all seemed like jerks. It was four guys, including myself, and two girls, one that seemed to have the hots for me. That, or we were just really close friends. We flirted like couples, though passed it off as friendly chit chat. She's the only one I remember interacting with in the dream, a blonde-headed tan girl with big cheeks and a cute face, always wearing a white t-shirt with a rather large bust.

One night, in our hotel room that we all stayed in, I recommended we go try the haunted house across the way, and we looked at it through the window. Lighting and rain poured over it, and nothing else. Skeletons came out of the windows and went back in. It was certainly haunted.

The next morning we went into an elevator, the group of us waiting to get to the haunted house. Through this time, someone was chatting something that I wasn't listening to, arms crossed. My elbow was nudged into one of the blonde chick's breasts, and she looked at me with a sarcastically amused grin, pulling my elbow away and mouthing "Sorry!" so not to interrupt the guy talking. We both seemed rather calm about it, her chuckling a bit afterwards.

We eventually got to the house, stepping inside and going into one of the rooms. It was like an apartment; fair sized and old-looking, clothes and other knick-knacks scattered along the floor. The group was searching around, making jokes about who was the most scared, though out of a closet came a pale-skinned zombie boy dressed like a cowboy, crawling and almost biting on to one of my friends' legs. Someone came up and began smashing his head with his foot, soon the only thing that was left was a battered mesh of red and white. I covered up the body with a chair, though another zombie came in and shot one of my friends, then grabbed another and took them into the floor. One came out of the TV and took another one, and then one grabbed my leg. I didn't feel anything at first, though the longer it went on, the more painful it got. I started screaming, and then I woke up.

Notes:

My dad would never be this nice.
The pain on my leg was quite intense and felt very real.
Apart from the pain, I wasn't very scared at all.

Interpretation:

I'm scared of people, or something.