non-lucid

In dark, I met with a friend in a very strange place. We stood under artificial light from a parking lot street lamp in between 2 very tall barns. The ambiance of the place was dark and unwelcoming.

We find ourselves making our own way to separate barns when, from over the chain link that closed the place in, I heard a group of growls and distressed moans. We look out into the dark field as approaching zombies start to become visible!

It seems like hours go by of all the quintessential zombie movie stuff: endless running, getting cornered, falling, etc. All of this is taking place in the barn and I actually take a few of them out with power tools.

But I was eventually cornered by hundreds of them on the ?upper level observatory deck/maintenance catwalk? They started closing in on me, taking advantage of my claustrophobia, and I was overcome with fear.

At the peak of fright, every object and person (living or dead) in my dream was smashed together! Imagine, if you will, a whistling-wind tornado sucking everything into a center point and I was that center point.

The wind-force whipped us up in blood and blackness and we all became a darkened castle of a squishy, organic, bloody mess. The white moon crowned me as I was the peak of this mountain.

The structure was not too dissimilar from the one we see in Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night"

[Thursday, October 25th, 2012]
(I fell asleep tongith at my Aunt's on her couch. I went over to clean that night, but I felt insanely nausious so I lied
down for a while...)

I'm on the same street that me and Alex had a fight on the night before this dream...
Me and Alex are on a platform, it's midnight, and there's someone watching us from a bench...
We're fighting in slow motion- dodging punches and swinging kicks- with superhuman precision and grace.
The person on the bench doesn't say a word, but I have the idea that she's female.
Alex has a weapon now, and she swings it at me, but I have a strange, giant, metal pair of pliers,
and I dodge and rear back into a snake stance with the pliers ready to clamp.
We stop and put our weapons down and laugh.

--

Me and Alex are traveling through some strange mountain pathway up to a village...
The side of the cliff path is so steep, we have to stab our hands into the ground to pull ourselves up.
I feel almost robotic, but graceful in how I make my way up the mountain.
As we reach the village- I either lose recall or the dream ends...

--

I'm outside of my Aunt's/Grandpa's house in the yard.
No recall besides the location, so far.

This dream started out with me driving my car to a neighborhood that seemed very familiar to me but i cant remember where i know it from. I parked and noticed there was a lot of cars, way too much for a normal neighborhood but of course i shrugged it off. I was visiting some friends that i actually dont really hang out with anymore. Inside the house I only remember a scene where i was looking through the window, it was dark outside and i noticed some trucks carrying away some cars. The scene switched to where i was getting ready to leave and people were outside yelling at each other and in distress. Apparently the cars i saw leaving were stolen. Once I realized this i panicked and quickly began looking for my car. I saw my car was okay but my friend Lewiss' car was missing. Somehow he knew where they had it so we jumped in my car and went after them. In my car was Lewis, Jeffery and two other friends katie and Bree. The dream switched to this part of the beach that I kind of remember being a secret spot IRL. When we were walking around the buildings to get to the beach, we spotted two spanish guys with the tow truck just chilling there. We went up to them and they started telling us that they were sorry and that the reason they steal the cars is because they get 'tips' telling them of cars that haven't been moved or operated for a certain amount of time. They scrap the cars and sell them illegally. I cant recall what happened next because i woke up. I fell back asleep and had a different dream but with the same people. This dream started out with a scene of which the setting was a dark street with no resemblance of anything I knew. Suddenly the ground began to shake and out of these cracks that were created, demons with black wings began to fly out and head straight for the clouds. Each demon had a weapon that were these sharp black magical staffs but they were flying so fast I could not make them out at first. The scene switched to Legolas from the Lord of the rings laying down on some clouds in what i presumed was heaven. He was just resting calmly when suddenly the demons began to fly past him and disturb the clouds he was laying on. He was so surprised he didnt know what was happening. As he was getting up to begin fighting, two of the demons spotted him as they were flying and in this cool slow-motion type why they were getting ready to impale him with their staffs but legolas counter attacked with a blinding light that caused my dream scene to change. Now I was seeing me at a gas station still at night with the same people as before. I was putting in gas and clumsily i forgot to stop the tank from reaching over $40.00 which is what i normally put in. I dont recall what happened after but I saw myself leaving the gas station with Jeffery close behind. As we were walking three staffs fell down and landed in the back of a pickup truck that was parked close by. The dream wasnt very fluid meaning when I saw the staffs fall down, I then saw Jeffery and myself pick them up in one scene, and the angel legolas come flying down in another. I dont know what was said anymore but basically i knew there was a war going on in the sky against angels and demons. Holding onto the staff I could see it more clearly. When concentrating on it you could charge it up with electrical energy and send sparks flying to your target. One scene me and jeffery were trying to shock each other and when we did, we didnt feel anything. We were laughing about it while doing it too. The staff at one point wouldnt work for him but for me if i concentrated i could make it charge up but not shoot anything anymore. Jeffery got close to this metal gate near the gas pumps and my car and by doing so he realized it works if theirs metal nearby. He went inside the gate that was square and guarding what i assumed was the pump holes for where gasoline gets put in (Not something normally seen). He was standing in the middle and when he raised the staff it sparked lightning all around him and attached to the gates. Some of that energy was transferred to my staff as well because i was close by. When he went out, I wanted to try my staff out so i charged it and when i pointed it at the sky, legolas stopped me and said "If you shoot it at the sky with that much power, youll destroy some stars". I thought this was cool so I charged it up and sent a semi big lightning ball towards the sky. Sure enough i saw as it exploded and wiped out a few stars around it; it looked spectacular. Legolas told us that we could grow wings and go up to heaven to fight if we wanted but for some reason i just didn't want to. Him and Jeffery took off to the sky and i proceeded to leave with Lewis, Katie, and bree in the car with me.

10.25.2012

Dhal Puri and Random Stuff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm planning to go with my mother to some store, I get some mental image of Dhal Puri being made there. It's inside of a Blue Bag with small black lining, the bag itself is one strapped I believe.

I also recall seeing a random blonde female with a black outfit having the strap over her shoulder as well. I think there's a petty argument with my mother on the thing, or maybe it was with someone else, I can't remember too well.

There's also people that are leaving the room we're in, which resembles a hotel room. Now why those people are inside of this room that should be reserved for me and my mother, I don't know. I look at then prepare to leave, and it's your basic family.

Annoying little kid, a few teenagers that I didn't bother to look at much, a mother and father. I'm saying the obvious because compared to them, it was just me and my mother. Full family of DCs while I'm with just a part of what's generally a whole family. How cute.

I checked my wallet for some reason, making sure my debit card is still in the slots of it, which I presumed it was, since I saw its color there, along with the color of my Laundry Card, since they don't use coins there in waking life.

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10.25.2012

Brock's Dub on Ryan Romney (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I basically had a dream that repeated some parts in a video of Brock's Dub on YouTube over Mitt Romney and Obama's Debate. It was more specific on Ryan Romney's part in the video where he was working out. Before the weird part where there's supposed to be some random girly stuff around them, I see Ryan Romney wearing a gray hoodie and then leaning his face to his left side (right if you're looking at this screen obviously)

Spoiler for Don't kill me Political Peoples...noes dontz do it!!:

Then my alarm woke me up.

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10.25.2012

Biology and Pokemon Rap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to take notes in this random Biology-related lecture, and it feels to me that whoever is talking eventually makes a rap about it. That's probably because I was watching Epic Rap Battles of History a few hours before I slept, lol.

I couldn't keep up, and eventually, everyone is gone, and I have the room to myself now. I take the time to literally fill in the gaps that I had on my paper by scrolling through the PowerPoint Presentation styled format on the screen. There were empty blanks that would then reveal words if I wanted to see what's next.

I spend the rest of the dream writing stuff down.

Wait, where did the Pokemon part come in? Aw darn it, I forgot. >.<

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10.25.2012

Why Won't You Talk To Me Woman!?!?! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a random Western clip on Youtube, and it was maybe 2-3 minutes ago. After I was done watching it, or maybe halfway into being finished, I feel like I'm transported into a different environment.

I do a nose plug RC, and it doesn't work, but I keep holding my nose, because it's clearly obvious, my diaphragm is functioning just fine when I close my nasal pathways. So go me for not relying on the breathing aspect, and seeing other areas are obviously working, defying logic of waking life, so I must be dreaming!

Good job Link!!!!! You get a golden star!

I'm in a ghost town, somewhat of a ghost town, how can a somewhat ghost town still be in the category of a ghost town? You figure that out yourself ya trooper.

So I'm just walking around, feeling neutral like I'm always trying to do in a rare lucid to prevent the dream from destabilizing. To the left of me is a wooden roof supported by columns about 6-7 feet apart from each other. I'm just walking casually in the middle of this dusty brown road, and the feelings that this is a Western-theme dream in a way continues to come into my dream schemata.

Oh my gawd, stop using big words!

I finally accept this environment, and I continue walking, the sections inside below the wooden roof that extends quite a distance from where I'm at is fairly dark, but I can still see the majority of everything in it.

Just brown dust on the ground, Wooden walls and a wooden roof, and me in the middle of a roof-less section, while the right side is the same as the left, most likely.

I finally encounter a female with long, elegant black hair that ends near her waist or a bit closer to her ass. Very enticing object-------I mean woman compared to the rest of this dull environment. She's wearing a transparent blouse (to some extent) that has an overall Pastel Yellow Green color to it.

She's wearing the usual female jeans that has the slightly white glow on the rear side and back legs. Go female fashion design to focus more on the woman's ass rather than her face.


So I slowly go up to her, and then I asked her if she can help me.

I let the question sit in its ambiguity, just to see a response, anything, something, SOMETHING, an UTTER? A GASP?

Nothing. She says nothing, She just shifts her face left and right frantically for about 2 seconds, then turns her face away from me. I noticed that when she turned back, she really focuses on what's behind her, not me, as if she's trying to run away from someone, and to check that they aren't close to finding her.

I guess I must be ruining her hiding spot, but again, I don't know what's going on since she's not telling me anything. She starts to move, and I follow her, and she's walking slowly at first. I queried to her a few more questions, and then asked,

"Can you at least tell me what your name is?"

She starts to walk a little faster, and I know I could've just let her go her own way, but since she's the only one here at the moment, and I don't feel like staying in an empty environment, I had to keep up the pace.

Now I realized I really should've gotten over the insecurity of being alone in a dream, make a different dream environment for something.......Man, I'm stupid, gotta set mantras to remind myself that I'll do that sometime.

She's still silent, and I start to lose my cool big time.....while at the same time I'm losing my cool, I'm also speculating that losing my cool will potentially destabilize the dream, and that I need to cool down. I think I started to touch the girl's shoulders and tried to shake her.

She finally faces me, makes eye contact, but the moment she starts to open her mouth, dream fades because I'm saturated with rushed feelings.

Well....you get what you deserve based on how you decided to feel at the given moment, and now you messed up that rare chance Link. Good job.

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10.25.2012

Mosaic Learning Style (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a lecture room, and the professor looks a lot like my Biology 111 professor I had in waking life. He looks more defined, his clothing, his aura, everything about him gives me this weird vibe of earnest respect of the vast amount of knowledge he probably has.

I think he's wearing a Red-Orange Sweater, and has a blue striped white dress shirt underneath with the collar popping out. I forget the color of his dress pants, but my mind is giving me the image that it's Khakis. The class is about to end, and then I look at the girl to the left of me, and realized she looks like a girl in my Math Recitation course.

She has her hair tied up, just like IWL, and still has that shy demeanor all over her face. Even if I take a quick glance at her, she still tries to pretend she's looking what's straight in front of her, even though her facial expressions, most noticeably her mouth, are making subtle but awkward movements.

I can't recall this specific moment that's chained with that awkward moment to great detail, but I remember looking down on a paper she had. It was structured like a table with columns and rows, and had some markings here and there.

I think I was helping her with picking out something, I just don't know what it was.

The professor declares about the general idea of what will be on the exam, and portrays a PowerPoint slide that's projected on a large screen. It's set up like a table with columns and rows (I know I'm stating the obvious), and all of the concepts are in black font. The same black text has red background behind it, which kind of makes things an eyesore for me.

I saw some things related to Indian something, and it feels weird to have a Biology teacher talk about something that makes me feel it's related to U.S. History.
Huh? Guess I'll look up on that more, since I recall me wanting to have a dream where I found my true learning style. That could be it, but I don't know, will have to find out when I have some free time.

When the professor is done talking, the class automatically prompts themselves to leave. I decided to sit down for a little bit for no clear reason, and I started to eavesdrop on the two females sitting in front of me. One is getting ready to put her items in her backpack, while the other female is already set to leave.

They start conversing on some things I can't recall too well, but most of the topics talked about were obviously about the upcoming exam, and the talking about the bomb threat that actually happened in this University last week Friday.

Then the girl that's sitting to the right of her asks her,

"How do you study?"

She responds with,

"Well, I-------"

I cut off my audio focus because I probably decided that the conversation was going to be boring, even though I should've listened to what she would say, since after all, in a practical sense, her portrayal is an aspect of myself that I should be thoughtful of hearing.

They get up, and I start absorbing more of the girl's facial structure and body composition. She's relatively skinny, especially since she's probably around my age, has dark brown hair. Even though I couldn't recall her exact visage, the contours show that she has a vibrant and sort of plump, soft facial structure.

I eventually get out of the lecture room, and find myself in a hallway that mostly consists of white and gray intertwined, with a hint of black here and there. The flooring is mostly white, formatted like a tile flooring, the tile gaps aren't as big as what one would usually see. They're more compact, and the borders of each tile piece if distinguished by a very thin black line making a square.

I see my professor out in the hall way, probably going through his "mail" or area to get plans for the next lectures or something. Then I have some memory that comes in that involves a Mosaic Learning Style.

After that, I can't really recall much unfortunately.

10.25.2012

Telling Mommy How To Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So yeah, I tell how to lucid dream. I don't need to go into details, we all know how telling how to lucid dream ends up, especially when you don't become lucid from it.

But to be sort of specific, I was telling her how to do a WBTB+WILD, even though I'm in no position to lecture her on it when I fail it the majority of the time.

Funny dream though.

Close (7:05)

I've just come from a formal-attire event, so I'm pretty well-dressed for this birthday party. I'm introduced to a relative of someone from the year above me in high school; they look uncannily similar. In general, I'm seeing a lot of people here whom I haven't seen for a long time. Several of the girls are giving me smiles and hugs and other forms of physical contact. It's a good feeling.

I walk around the house and find an acquaintance alone in the kitchen. I don't know him too well, so it's a bit awkward trying to make conversation. Later, I run into that relative-of-a-friend again, but she introduces herself to me with a different name. I realize she must be a twin--I seem to recall them telling me something like that. "You must be ____'s sister," I say.

When I try to leave, I need to recover an ID card from somewhere. But when volunteers at the event were going around using the cards, they managed to switch everyone's around, so we're all walking around comparing cards and trying to find our own. I wish the volunteers had been more careful. I end up holding a set of papers held in sheet protectors, fastened by a key ring. Later I give them back to someone who lives at the house. Apparently they're letters he's received. He keeps them in sheet protectors because of their emotional significance.

Legacy (7:05)

Suddenly, Dad speaks up from his workstation to announce that he can't maintain the Quantz website anymore. (This website has to do with geology, not webcomics.) He goes on to explain that he forgot to add a "--" to a statement decrementing a variable, and he considers this a sign of his age. He doesn't want to keep coding, and he thinks it's time for me to continue the legacy. He's going to give me an administrator login. Behind him on the computer is the splash screen for the website, which currently shows an animation of my name, a password field with a blinking cursor, and the word "Soon. . . ." Family-run business, indeed.

I decide to humor him, so now we have to go outside and perform maintenance on the system. There's a sort of crawlspace near the driveway which is covered in cat litter. Dad says the inventor of cat litter lived here before us, so this crawlspace was the first of its kind. I can't see the bottom, so I take my time lowering myself into the area. It's awkward. The entrance is sort of like an oversized staircase, except that the ceiling isn't high enough so you almost have to slide down on your back.

Companions (7:05)

I'm in a neighbor's house. They have a lot of pets. I might even say, too many pets. There's a bird's nest in an upper corner. I can't see what's going on, but from all the noise, I suspect maybe the birds are having sex. There are some cats and dogs, and also a giant rabbit. The rabbit is vocally angry about being locked in a cage, except it's not actually in a cage, it's just lying in the middle of the living room. Someone who lives in the house comes over, and the rabbit hops away. I hope I didn't offend the person by implying that they don't take good enough care of their pets. The rabbit poops out what looks like a hot dog, and the person tosses it into a nearby pen containing yet more pets. Presumably they will play with it. I suppose it would be expensive caring for this many pets, so you would have to be stingy about things like pet toys.

At one point, I'm playing with my family's cat. He's lying on his back, swiping at me with his claws. I've never understood why this cat never learned to play less violently.

I know I had other dreams last night. I just forgot what they were, but something tells me they were sexually related.

Anyways, I'm at Charlie Sheen's house, or maybe this random DCs...I'm not sure. But either way she's hot, and she wants us both, but I was thinking Charlie had the edge until we got to speak in private and she was telling me how hard her nipples were and that she wanted me. She tried to send Charlie on a beer run, but they were talking right at the door, and he wouldn't shut up. I decided to lay on the couch and pretend that I was going to sleep. I guess the convo went back and fourth between them for a while, and then he came back in living room, looked at my feet. They were all the way against the shoulder. He asked me why I did that, and I told him to keep my legs straight. At this point, I think I really just wanted to sleep, because I don't know what happened to the girl.

My recall isn't as strong as previous days today, either my recall or my motivation to recall. Had another fragmented dream, quite vivid again. It's hard to remember what order things happened in but I'll try, there were lots of changes were the dream leaped from one setting to another with different events.
At one point I was in the old house I was brought up in (when my parents were still together many years ago), my Dad was there also. I was on the settee where I usually sat and for some reason I had two kinds of money on me and it had all become mixed up and had fallen down the side of the couch. I also had some medication I had to take in the dream.
I frequently dream about the old house I grew up in as a child, it's one of my 'dream signs' you could say. As for the two types of money, I've had an idea that it could be my brains way of saying I've got my benefits (or welfare for Americans) type of money I claim because I am signed off from work by my doctor at present & then money I earn through selling things occasionally. The medicine is easy as I have been on various antibiotics for months now.
The dreams changes to another setting now where I am with someone from my past, I think we were at some kind of outdoor party or festival but down at the B.M.X track, also somewhere I used to play as a child. We walked away together from the main site of the festival/party and were catching up but I was trying to get the truth out of him about why he'd broke up with his ex' as I'd heard some rumours. This is partially true to life as I knew the guys ex' and her sisters and they'd told me why they'd separated, also I nearly got with his ex' a couple of years back! This part of the dream concluded with us walking somewhere else where there was like an entrance to a tunnel through a hill with an Indian looking man guarding it and we were going to say something to him because he was being inappropriate towards a Dwarf girl who was going into the tunnel. I think this part is definitely connected to me having watched 'Game Of Thrones' before going to sleep!
After this the final part of the dream involved me being at a nightclub in some kind of dance off/emcee battle with a Northern crew. I remember there being people battling/freestyling around me, rhyming over dub-step and there were dance offs. I was taking part in both to some extent. Things got heated and I was discussing with the club owner and bouncers about my skinhead days and returning to them when I got into an altercation with one of the Northern crew. I did some kind of dance/martial art move on him where I got him to the ground and slid quite a few feet with him off the dance-floor to under a table and I wanted him to see that I could have broken his neck against the table leg if I'd not shown restraint & actually wanted to kill him.

The final part of the dream was probably down to me being at the nightclub last weekend and nearly fighting someone I suspected of stealing my phone last year. The music would have hailed back to a time when I was involved in that culture (I still am in a limited capacity). And again I'm sure watching 'Game Of Thrones' before bed influenced this dream because of the whole Northern/southern thing going on.

I was in my bed and became lucid. I pinched my nose and knew immediately that it was a dream. I spent the whole dream laying there trying not to let my eyes close.

It was night time and I was coming out of my house to go to a bedroom outside. I got in to the room and didn't turn on the light. I could see that my blanket was missing from the bed. I remembered that it was in the house, on the sofa. I went back outside and saw my neighbor in her sleeping gown at my front door. I looked away and see the sun rising already. She came in with me and flipped these two switches. I was alone in the house again and didn't know if I should go to sleep or not since it was almost 8.

I was right outside of a school parking lot. My class were all going to go on a field trip but we were suppose to drive ourselves in groups. I was next to this group of three guys, they asked me if I want to join their group. I agreed and thought about how I don't want to go with my group of friends. I started walking with them to their car. The car was parked backward, with the driver's side facing the street. I got in the back seat and put my tiny bag on the arm rest and my backpack on the floor. Someone asked what we should do now and I said to drive back to the parking lot and wait for instructions. We drove back but parked right where I was standing at the first place. People seems to be doing the pledge of allegiance but they started to dance in formation. I thought that was a bit strange. I saw AT, HW, AND PW in there with everyone. I was watching from the driver's seat. No one wanted to go in so we just sat there watching. --- I was in the formation, but I didn't have to dance since I was in the last line with no one behind me. --- I was back in the driver's seat with AA sitting next to me. I got really excited when I realized that I would be driving for a long time.

I was in a village like place. I was the bridge of a young guy. He was standing to the left of me. I was spreading two towels on top of a tiny raised platform, it was suppose to be where I sleep. The towels were laying on top of one another but I spread them out, one next to another. When I looked back up to him, he said I gave him a hard stroke? I was confused and looked down to where he was looking.

I was in a hallway, with 2 doors opposite of each other. The door on the right was labeled something like "extremely realistic world". I went in and everything was vivid, even more intense than rl. I tried really hard to not let my eyes close. I pinched my nose twice but I was breathing through gaps. I pushed my index to my palm but it didn't go through (I think I'm dreaming of being lucid).

I was holding a card with my left hand. The card was about Harry Potter and the texture/color was like the Marauder's map. There were creases showing that it was fold once horizontally and once vertically. It had blood red liquid on it. I had a fork on my right hand and I was taking some of the liquid off and eating it. It tasted like red velvet cake. I was also trying really hard to not spread the liquid.

I got a message on Tumblr saying something like "Not trying to start an argument but your drawsomething blog have no historical accuracy at all"...

It was night time and I was at a really quiet (closed?) outdoor mall. I went in to a Starbucks and asked the manager if she reviewed my application yet. She had a lip piercing and I was surprised because it was violating the dress code. I don't remember what she said. --- I was outside walking to my car that was kinda far. I went in to a really tiny Starbucks. I was dark, old, and plain. There were two menu boards but one was empty. A menu board had really simple items, like coffee, tea, etc. It was almost 8, and I was afraid that they will close soon. I asked an old man at the counter if they are still serving. I ordered a hot chocolate in a hurry and sat down. The old man came out with a really hot tea pot. I told them I'll just wait a bit for it to cool down and go away with a cup of it. The old man sat down with an old lady who works there too. I looked at we both recognize each other. I told them that I had dinner in here before with them! --- I was on the street walking toward my car again.

A friend said to me, "Here, drink this if you're about to go to sleep," as he hands me a glass of orange juice with pulp. I hadn't done any research on oranges potentiating dreams or anything of the like but I welcome new ideas. I drink about a cup directly before laying to sleep and my dream follows.

I'm driving a car with friends and the city lights streak past in contrast to the darkness. I smile as the car slowly fills with loud music and my most prized emotions follow. Freedom and unity comfort me in this scene and I long for my childhood; a time where these emotions ran rampant through my every day. Bliss is cut off and this pleasure comes to a screeching halt, inviting paranoia and manifesting claustrophobia. From the back seat a sharpened and short blade gleams in the street light. The next instant the blade is pressed against my throat and I'm enveloped in fear. I look into the rear view to see that the man holding the weapon is....Peter Stormare? I suppose I had been watching too much Prison Break. He is silent as he drags the blade across my skin and I brace myself for the worst pain I could imagine. Even though I didn't feel any pain, I felt my wet neck and showed myself my bloody hands as the scene is ripped away and replaced.

I found myself in a place that I could only describe as "space": an infinite blackness that stretched in all directions around me. A liquidesque silhouette in the distance was gazing upon me for a short while before it's complete transformation. A solid bone structure of a skull connected to spine started to become visible to me as I noticed the floating liquid was skin and it was being magnetically attracted to the skull and spine. It's hard to describe the rest of the transformation but the end result was a horrific, disfigured face with a fleshy spine-tail and large praying mantis-like blade arms. This abomination slithered through "space" slicing apart naked humans with ease and glee. The gruesome detail of these acts of violence was incredibly intense, as was my rising fear. The beast headed straight towards me as if the ripple effect of my fear had jolted him, suddenly. During his approach, I was shown the details of his expression: bloodlust and sheer insanity. I awoke before, what I assume would have been, my gruesome death in absolute terror. Good times!

I was in the mall with PW. We went in to a store and it's changing rooms area. We thought they had interesting changing room designs. She dragged me in front of one and pushed me in. She came in too and when I looked again, it was a shower instead of a changing room.

I was on a ship, I don't remember much but I was on the edge of it.