non-lucid

I was asked by god knows who to be a tutor for my primary school for the subject physics. It doesn't make sense to have physics in primary school but whatever. I apparently just happened to have sold my science book and that was somehow related because afterwards I went to Thomas, a guy whom I have been in primary school with, and who was apparently also asked to be a tutor. I asked hi whether he still had a book left but he didn't. On the way over there it was still light. I saw Melissa, my primary school enemy basically, and she pointed me to the right direction. Then I crossed a bridge which was made with glass so you could see the cars driving beneath it. It wasn't scary. Up until then the overall colors were grey and blueish. When i arrived at Thomas' home, which was way tooo big and he lived with other primary school kids, i should've noticed something was off but i didn't. When they opened the door Thomas was still there ( we were almost late but apparently we still had enough time?) Afterwards we biked to the school. We crossed the bridge again, however now I my stomach turned as soon as we crossed the bridge. It was dark en the lights of the car kind of frightened me. Afterwards we crossed another bridge and again my stomach turned. At the end the bridge stopped before it reached the opposite side. Because I was getting dizzy, I fell forwards but felt nothing. Then i stood up and walked over some stones, even though it was supposed to be dark, when i looked at the stones, the looked as if i saw them when it was light. Afterwards we ended up in a flat and we went to the 25th floor. when it stopped there I didn't know it was the floor we had to be. I was asking him but got no response. Then i left the elavator, and I was carrying a black small suitcase. I dont know how long I have been carrying that thing. When we arrived at the right door we rang the bell and someone opened the door. It was the student of Thomas, who was kind of pissed for us being late. But then her face smoothened and asked whether he was THE Thomas, then she looked at me and remained silent. We walked inside and I woke up.

I was at the swimming baths trying to convince people that I could breathe
Underwater, the next thing I remember is a plane attempting to taxi out of a busy street, there were police everywhere, I was also a cop, then a side door opened from the plane and a guy came running out of nowhere and jumped into the open plane door. The plane then turned onto a busy motorway and started to take off, when I got onto the motorway, the plane hd turned into a flying fedex van, funny. Anyway I fire a tazer at it, it misses but floats, so I drive closer until the tazer touches the van/plane. This brings it down. I must have drifted out of this dream as I next remembered doing some traveling on a bus with lots of people, we got off the bus and were going to the airport, then I just remember we were in a Muslim country because of their clothing, but the ground was burning ashes and people were running holding something up, there were people sat on hills of ash, then we got to what I can only describe as the end of the world, it was a sheer drop to nowhere, the sky was full of stars and milky ways of all different colors. They launched this thing off and came back. The dreams were very weird, I do remember doing several RC's but never became in control of the dream.*

12/27/11


NON-LUCID



Dream 1:

This dream is mostly at night I think. I’m at some party, and I was talking to a lady and asked where a certain person is because her jacket was left on the chair. They said something about her coming back soon.

Dream 2:
Random DCs want to find out another DC’s name, so they had to google images of him stuck in other images, and then they had to google them in reverse to find the origin and find his name. Apparently it’s Spence Hoffman or something like that.

Dream 3:

I don’t know what happened in this dream; all I could remember was some heavy breathing occurring. I think I was being held by someone, but I’m not sure.

There was this DC that was blonde, and she had a combination of “The Boss” from Metal Gear Solid 3 and EVA as well.












Dream 4:

I don’t know if this was a dream, because I was awake for a few seconds before it started.

I’m playing as Naked Snake in MGS3, and I’m facing Revolver Ocelot in an abandoned military factory. I’m trying to climb up a really high ledge, and I’m worried he might shoot me and make me lose my grip.



I had a Patriot (a gun The Boss used that Naked Snake eventually used to kill her) and aimed for ocelot. I swore I shot him in the head (which should’ve made him paralyzed at least). But he kept shooting at me, but he kept missing.



So I took advantage of this to find a surface above the ledge to the left and climbed there, opened an entrance on top of the roof I was on, and then climbed down.

Then Ocelot gets up, and I’m standing on something that seems to be soft, like a bed. My voice recorder is in Snake’s possession, and I don’t know why he has it, but he and Ocelot are moving in a circle paying attention to each other while talking.

non-dream
dream
lucid

Lucid: no
The Great Metroid Game: no
Time since dream: about 5 minutes

I am in a futuristic-looking, well lit room, fighting a giant brain creature. I am with a few soldiers. They break through the door to some sort of control panel. They do some stuff, and then I see their brains get teleported out of their heads, and onto some stands in a sealed off chamber. I see some cords go from the brains to the giant brain in the center. There is a screen on the wall, showing some random things.

I try and mess with the control panel, and the screen says that the brains are being drained. It finishes, and nothing appears on the screen anymore. Their minds have been absorbed into the giant brain. Next thing I know, I'm before that happened. I see some eyeballs on stands with the same kind of cords as the brains going from the eye, down to the floor, to the giant brain. I twist the eye somewhat, gently. I then see the screen say "stress" or something on it. I then run out the door. I am now in a white hallway. I run into a room, with a few doors leaning against the wall. I take one of the doors, and I see a person walk in. I put the door against the open doorway, so no one sees me. Someone walks past, and I see the person take out a sort of gun. I immediately run out of the room, and run as fast as I can to the end of the hallway. The end of the hallway is a wall with a room overhead, that you would have to climb the wall to access. I feel that the person is following me very fast. I climb the wall, and then I see another hallway that I have to climb to access. I climb the wall into that hallway, and I run as fast as I can to the end, where I find a turn, and then another hallway.

I run to the end, where I see a big elevator. I get in, and I press the bottom button. I then read that the bottom button reads that the elevator will crash at the bottom, so I press another floor. The elevator stops, and goes back up, and stops at a floor. I see some people walking when the door opens. Then I wake up.

An unusual dream last night. Well, most of my dreams are pretty unusual as they are. This is going to be more detailed than my first journal, though.

I was looking across the street from where I live. Some sort of lemonade stand on my side of the street possibly, and the sky was clear while the sun a golden yellow. Across the street, somebody had set up a very real-looking scarecrow. It had been there for a couple of days. It was a moving scarecrow.

Across the street was some kind of teacher, maybe a chemistry teacher. He'd set up this scarecrow not to scare away pests from crops of any sort, but to scare students who misbehaved. Some kind of moving statue, or a type of effigy maybe. Just maybe.

WARNING: the next part is just slightly graphic. Reader's discretion advised.

The "scarecrow" very much resembled a male teenager, possibly about the age of 20. The other part of the moving scarecrow just a bit off, was golden in appearance and wore a suit of some sort, also human-like. The scarecrow-boy faced my side of the street, looking apprehensive. It was clear why. The figure in the golden suit was repeatedly kicking the scarecrow-boy in the crotch. A pained expression appeared on its (the scarecrow-boy's) face every time.

If you think that's weird, wait and see what happens next. Apparently the story goes that this kid always acted against the teacher in class, made wry jokes and all that. Saying goes that the teacher turned the kid into a scarecrow as a warning to others...or maybe made a replica of the actual kid...anyway, it's really hard to go into detail without inventing details.

For four or five days, the scarecrow was still there, doing the exact same thing it had before. I was doing something about the lemonade stand, and occasionally glanced over at that unusual scarecrow. Suddenly, it began to move differently than before.

The figure in the golden suit was kicking off-target now. The boy, or scarecrow, began to rotate. The next thing you know, the two figures were exchanging kicks at each other's crotch, and the boy, now clearly not just a scarecrow, was trying to disable the golden suit figure, without any success. After a few minutes, the scarecrow-boy was being pounded again.

A close relative of mine came over. "If that's a person", she began, "what an interesting person".

I paused, searching for the words. "It IS a person".

"What?" She was incredulous. And what made me believe that? I explained that I hadn't seen it (meaning proof it was a person) for several days, but just today I saw something change. Tried to explain, but she wouldn't believe me. Nobody would. For that moment, the scarecrow was doing the exact same thing it had been doing before, except the scarecrow-boy was now facing the suited golden figure. Must have been built into the mechanism somehow.

Just when I started to doubt whether this thing was really a person, the boy grabbed the foot that was rising up, paused for a moment, and delivered a really hard kick to the golden figure's jewels. No more roshambo, no more Russian Roulette, no more scarecrow. It was as if five days' worth of frustration were stored in that kick, as his blue flat-soled runner crushed into the golden figure and almost lifted it off the ground. It fell backwards into the dust or something.

I was standing in the middle of the street or something, not sure what to do. Help this kid who seemed first like a scarecrow, go inside to show proof this really was a person, continue selling lemonade? Moments later, the entire "scarecrow" returned to its original motion, doing its thing to scare misbehaving students. Anyway, I wasn't able to help the kid. Would have been too scared for my own *ahem* safety.

WARNING OVER - it is now safe to continue reading. Relatively speaking.

I went into the basement. It was dark, dim and damp. For days, my drinking water had contained these semisolid globules, that tasted exactly like water, but ruined the texture. Boiling the water did absolutely nothing.

In the basement, the water heater pipes were open. This half-tube, similar to gutters on a roof, was filled with water about to be pumped into the heater. I scooped up some of the water. Ice cold. Yet then I noticed something.

This wasn't water! Looking closely at it again, I scooped up a handful of these granules, somewhat like snow, but had the consistency of those clear hydrate balls that seem to disappear when you put it in water. But it felt like styrofoam. Looking closely at it, it seemed like some long polymer chain, or some scale replica of an unknown chemical.

Thin spaghetti-like rods connected the granules, which were greyish-white and greyish-blue. Maybe these were water additives?! Scooped up some of this gooey stuff, and placed it in a container. The rods disappeared when touched or immersed in water, and were invisible to the touch (don't ask). Maybe it was a scale model of the chemical contained inside the scale model of itself.

I put some in my mouth. At that temperature, it started to melt, with the consistency oAf Jell-o mixed with sand. So this was that discusting mixture that appeared in my drinking water, dumb city works. But what the heck was it?!

I theorized that the grey-white end "molecules" must bond to the water molecules through polar electropotential interaction. After that, the long chains separated, and later clumped into the water that you drank. Whatever it was...I don't need it in my drinking water, do I?!

Or maybe it was the chemist...

My computer froze. Or rather, it didn't. I was on my Facebook page, searching for somebody to add. I'd thought of adding someone named Mandy Moore, and after thinking about it, I did.

Mandy was a grade younger than me, and had a face resembling Rebecca Black. Given a closer look though, she didn't look so much like the singer of the earbug bad-lyric song about the American economic recession, one that supposedly says that we don't know whether the "weekend" will come. Well, it was Tuesday.

I had found Mandy attractive, and wanted to talk to her. However, I then realized she was friends with somebody who liked me last year and I didn't like back. Well, I figured that wouldn't matter much.

Soon enough, Mandy accepted my friend request, but she was offline. I waited for her to come online.

Minutes later, after the spattering of dream fragments in no particular chronological order, I woke up. It was around 4:10 a.m.

I set my alarm that morning for 7:30. It was unusual to wake up this early, no matter. I seemed to be developing a cold, and my sinus infection hadn't gotten any better. I kept coughing, and went to the bathroom. The lights came on, and they went off. 30 minutes later, I fell back asleep.

The following dream fragments were much less memorized, likely because I took care to remember the first set of dreams.

The early part, I held a saucer-shaped object in my arms as I dozed off into bed. It was a radio of some sort, able to communicate to a UFO disk. Soon I was inside the UFO, and ordered to program some sort of mechanism. The time was close to 11 pm. I started coughing.

Later, much later, I had some small fish I decided to take home as pets, about anchovy-size. I decided to wash them. Sadly, they all died.

One of the fish had the flag of Italy painted on its tail. Must be one of those artificially chemical-painted fish.

A bit later, I was inside a car, and one of my parents was driving. There was snow all around and the car had a bit of trouble driving uphill, and anyway, this wasn't the route we usually took by car. Usually I'd bike up this very hill. I looked at the time. Looked at the radio. Suddenly, I woke up, and the radio came on.

The radio program featured a re-run of a past conversation. I was glad what one caller mentioned, as it was talk radio.

Anyway, maybe it's clear why I had some of these dream themes. I had owned goldfish two to three years ago, but they all died due to horrible tank conditions. The consistency of the water granules likely resulted partly from an experiment in class we did a while ago using round marble-sized clear objects that seemed to disappear yet expand when put in water. As for the scarecrow, well...I leave that one up to you.

This dream started out in the halls of the high school I graduated from. I was in my current body, not my high school body, so I was a lot more in shape and confident than I was back then. I was just dawdling about in the hall when a girl caught my eye. She was actually an inch or so taller than me, which is usually a turn off for me. She had a fit body, blue eyes, and short champagne blonde hair just above the shoulders. Usually I'm not attracted to the short, super light blonde hair either, but the way she was wearing it made it very appealing to me.

I went up to her and started walking/talking with her down the hall. Her name was Eileen, a name I've barely ever heard in my life, but a pretty name none the less. We decided we should go drive around and hang out, and I was ballsy enough to put my arm around her as we exited the school.

It was evening and we drove around for a while, talking. It's crazy how in depth dream characters can be and how much you can learn about them. She was a midwestern girl, same age as me, and had moved out here with her parents. She loved rock/alternative rock/folk/indie and was into climbing/hiking/skiing; all the same outdoor activities I was into. She was super nice and very down to earth.

This is the cool part. We somehow made it into a house and she said something to the effect of "You haven't forgotten those promises you made to me, have you?" "Of course not," I said, "I have them all right here so I don't forget." I pulled out my phone (the same one I have in real life) and went to my notes. There was a page titled 'Promises Made to Eileen' with a short list jotted down below. I was confused on how the list got there, as I thought I was meeting this dream character for the first time.

I then realized that this was not my first time meeting Eileen! I had a revelation that I had met her in a previous dream that I had now forgotten. She smiled at me, extremely happy in my remembrance of meeting her before. We shared a great kiss, said our goodbyes and then I woke up.

This is one of the first times I've remembered a reoccurring character in a dream, and I must say I am very pleased with her. Now if only I could meet the real life version...

Dream 1
I was at my old secondary school in a maths class. The time ticked on to half past three and it was time to go, there were some of my college friends there including a girl in a blue frilly dress with no back. I stood up to go and the teacher said to me "Are you all sure you understand the homework?" and very few people did. So the teacher kept us back and made us do a bit more work until it got to nearly 4 o' clock. I checked my watch and very nearly did a reality check since about 15 minutes had passed in what seems like 2. But instead I just thought that time must have passed quickly because I wasn't watching it. I needed to hurry since I doubted my friends would wait for me if I was too late. I walked out of school and appeared to teleport to a huge place (teleporting- 10 points), similar to that of a warehouse. The shelves went all the way up to the roof and there were loads of them. As I wondered down the narrow isles a employee at the place spotted me and called me over. He was up a ladder trying to pull something off of a shelf, I went and stood by the ladder to see that behind me was a large expanse of bare floor. He told me to stand nearby, so I did and looked back at the shelves. They were filled with old televisions, the big box ones. The worker then pulled one off a shelf and dropped it, the tv crashed to the floor below. He shouted at me saying that I was meant to catch it, So I went and stood next to the shelves. He dropped another one, a big heavy one and I caught it with a spine crushing catch. I put it on the floor and we carried on doing this for a while. Then he started to move forwards and my friend H.T ran round the corner to help, we moved all the tv's that I'd caught forwards as well. We kept moving everything forward so that we kept up with the worker, then I saw a thread of cotton wrapped around one of the tv's. I looked up to see the shelves gone and somebody weaving cotton, to the left of them there was what appeared to be a small tea shop. Outside the tea shop was Santa and the worker from earlier went up to him to ask him if they could use his beard for cotton and he agreed. The then went inside the tea shop. Me and my friend looked at each other before leaving the tv's and following them in. When I got inside I recognised the cafe, I was in Lincoln, in Stoke's cafe. I was asked what I wanted so I said tea. They gave me a silver sachet that was this size of my hand. I went and sat down next to my Grandad and his friends. I opened the silver sachet and found what appeared to be cream inside, this was apparently the tea. I tried it and it tasted exactly like whipped cream. (Eat something- 4 points) (Full dream- 1 point)

Fragment (0.5 points)
I also remember going into a place like subway and asking if they could give me some bread cheap since it was near closing time, the woman behind the counter said "no but you can have a taster for free".

Dream 2
I was in my room and my neighbour came to visit. He came into my room, saw my new shoes and said he liked them. Then he sat on my bed and had a chat with me. This was quite a long dream but I can't remember what was said. (Full dream- 1 point)

TOTAL= 16.5 points

non-dream
dream
lucid

If you don't know what that is, well, it's a dungeon in Skyward Sword.

Lately, I've been into unfinished/unpolished game content, and unused content in general, but mostly the unfinished/unpolished variety.

Lucid: no
The Great Metroid Game: no
Game related: yes
Time since dream: A few hours

I was in a cylindrical room made of gold and stone, with a pathway around the walls. There was a huge pillar in the center of the room. Around it was a pool of water going around the entire room. The pool looked pretty deep. I was on the pathway. I tried to get to the center, but I couldn't. So I went back through the door which I came, and into a normal elevator. When I came out, I was in a hallway. It had purple walls.

I saw another person, who came towards me, and said that he was exploring the place. We went into the elevator together, and went back up to the previous room. We went across the gold cylinder room to a bridge that went to the center. The pillar had a door on it, as if there was gonna be a boss inside. We went in, and there WAS a boss inside. It was some kind of tentacle monster that we had to bring down to the floor and kill.

So, we did that, and all of a sudden, the place started rotating. Not about its axis, but rather, turning upside down, like the 4th dungeon in Majora's Mask. When it stopped, we fell onto the floor, which had some kind of drainage pipe in the center. I examined the room, and found another door on the side. We went through, and found ourselves back in the cylinder room, except it was upside down as well. I looked up, and the pool of water was there, just floating. As soon as I saw it though, it came crashing down, into a grey mist. The next thing I know, I'm in the elevator again, but there is a window in the elevator so you can see into the room. The water is still coming down though, and the elevator shakes wildly and violently as it comes crashing down. The next thing I know, I'm in the elevator debris, along with the other guy. I climb out, and go back into the hallway. Then I wake up.

Man From Another Dimension

I was in a strange house. It was very basic, neat, and clean. I heard about a man that was taking people; I don't know what he was doing with them. They said the man was like an Octopus.

Then I was at a partially opened door. I looked in and saw a man talking to a really tall guy. I knew the tall guy was the guy they were talking about. I had to duck down for some reason to see the top half of the man. He was a cartoon. His upper torso was huge. He wasn't an Octopus man, but this was the guy.

Now I was watching my dream like a movie. The evil guy walked out of his room through a doorway. The door was an energy field. It was supposed to led to another dimension, but it just lead to a hallway where he walked to another doorway with another energy field. That energy field would have led to the other dimension.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow.

We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza.

I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence.

My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy."

For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting."

My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street.

It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall.

Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass.

The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so.

I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing.

But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it.

But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels!

I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind.

I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet.

I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor.

I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off.

The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses.

I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation.

The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing."

I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew.

I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!"

I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.

Dream 1
I was watching WWE Smackdown where Wade Barrett was facing Randy Orton. They fought to the stage and then Wade Barrett went too far, he started beating down Randy Orton and then hit him with a back suplex on the metal stage as referees tried to seperate the two. I thought that Barrett would be suspended.

Dream 2
I was in college with my friends, talking about Hispanics in the WWE. I said that they're mostly grouped together recently. Such as Hunico and Epico and then Hunico and that guy on the bike. See WWE and you'll understand.

Dream 3
I was outside a bank near college with a teacher. I started flirting with her even though I don't find her attractive in real life. I went on the street of my college and students were there just walking around then I went to a high-rise tower and remembered when I used to fight a guy in armour.


I always give the guy more power till I get and upgrade during my fighting. I then got an upgrade(more armour) and defeated the warrior.

I then talked to my companion and we both left, as I was still asleep I decided to go back and do it again but I couldn't be bothered to go through it again.

Fragment
I was shooting The Deckers in Row:The Third.

-I was at my mom's church for an event where a Palestinian man and an Israeli man were doing a presentation. The church members were split into two groups on two sides of the Fellowship Hall, one with the Israeli guy and the other with Palestinian guy. I was in the Palestinian guy's group. He tried teaching us an Arabic song, but we couldn't get the words. Then he set off some fireworks for some reason, and everyone else in the group thought he had set off a bomb and freaked out. I knew they were just fireworks, so I laughed at them.

-Alton Brown from Food Network tried teaching me how to cook something, but I kept screwing up and he got mad and gave up.

-I accidentally slammed my car into someone else's car. Although the other car was messed up, mine wasn't damaged at all, and the cop that showed up didn't give me a ticket or anything. I just drove away. Awesome!

-I walked into the most amazing thrift store ever. There were all sorts of awesome books, jewelry and records. There was even a huge pile of 8-tracks. I have no idea why that excited me, but in my dream I thought the 8-tracks were amaaaazing. I wandered around the store until it got dark.

I've noticed what I think are attempts at lucidity in my dreams. I distinctly remember looking at my hand in the thrift store dream, maybe checking the number of fingers on my hand. So, that's neat.

Yeah.

DV keeps bothering me so I decided to drop by and leave a DJ entry. This site is pimped out now 0.o

I could not figure out for what reason I was behaving like a total freak, but there was one thing I was sure of - everyone was scared. Of me. I heard hushed whispers and staggered footsteps as people turned away. "What are you doing! You know I'm not usually like this!" All this caused was more fear, and I could feel it, surging through the crowd.

Everything was covered in rust. The benches, the walls, coated with a red-orange crust. The wind blew flaked of it into my face, on my clothes. It smelled of flames, an explosion perhaps, but I didn't know.

Did I do this?

I've decided to start typing down my dreams that I think are significant, or at least have some sort of meaning to them, even if I don't understand them. I wanted to do this about a week ago, but nothing was really important enough to put in here.

The other night I had a dream about a "witch" woman. I told a friend about it and they told me it sounded like another dream I had many years ago that I had shared with them recently. This prequel dream I had when I was a kid, but it was so memorable and frightening that it's one that I can't forget. I don't know how long it lasted or how long I was running. Maybe the length doesn't matter.
I was running away from a cackling laugh and although I could never see this sound that was chasing me...I put the image of a witch, in a black robe, big nose, and pale green skin. I kept running and couldn't get any distance between myself and the laughing that was chasing me.

Now, two nights ago, I dreamt another vivid dream. Another dream about a "witch" woman. I was with others, although I don't know who they were and I don't have an image of them, but I felt their presence. We were at a cabin in the woods and it felt like it was a getaway with friends. We went to town to get food and supplies and there were no people anywhere. It felt like everything was frozen in time. It was a ghost town except for us being there. I remember looking at the clock and it had stopped. As if everything in the world had come to a stand still. I remember feeling very awkward and beginning to get a little frightened. I assume we took what we needed, but can't be sure. It's almost as if my dream consciousness slipped, because the next thing I remembered was being back in the cabin and all of us being dumbfounded as to what was happening.
Then we were all surprised when we heard a rather loud car coming down the road through the forest. It was an old rusty looking oldsmobile and it sounded like a diesel truck. I was in the cabin looking out the window, wondering where this person was from, since all of us in the cabin thought we were the only people left in the world. The car pulled up and the door opened. A figure in brown robes appearred. The pale green skin was recognizable. It was a form of the "witch" woman. Not the same. Or not the same image I had in my head of the woman chasing me through the forest, but it felt similar in a way. She didn't have a hat...just grey...aged...dead looking hair. Even at a distance I could see her smiling at me...and eventhough her mouth didn't move, I could hear the laughing as an echo in my head. I felt powerless. She had an invisible power. She could control my actions and how I felt. At this point...I didn't have the perception that anyone was with me in the cabin anymore....as if I was alone....and she starting walking up to the door.
I was in a room with her. I felt like I needed her and even though she said that she would kill me if I tried to do anything, I still felt like she was caring for me. It was her invisible power.

Now, I decided to type this down because just last night, I had a dream where I was back in the cabin...and honestly it's quite puzzling and frightening to me. I've never had a dream where I was in the same....place, I guess. And a lot of my dreams don't have conversations and I usually forget most of my dreams...but not this.

The second dream, I was in the middle of a room in the cabin. And she paced around me...and I could hear the laughing in my head. She asked me. "Do you know why I'm here?" I didn't respond. She kept walking slowly around me and said another thing. "I'm here because you're a hider." I felt like a child...and was cuddled up on the floor with my arms around my legs. The "witch" was extremely terrifying. More so because I felt like I could do nothing to rid of her, as though I was her slave without physical chains. I asked her if I'd ever find a way to get rid of her. She said, "Yes, so continue."

I am assuming I'm trying to identify or deal with my insecurities or something. I'm not sure. I hope this character doesn't reappear in my dreams again.

12/26/11

NON-LUCID

Afternoon nap (I took a nap at around 1:30 PM and woke up a few minutes before 3:50 PM (since my Blackberry has an alarm that I have yet to set off, but at least it woke me up for once))

Dream 1:

I was with some random DCs at some random environment I can’t remember too well. We had some dilemma setting up some black poles or long strips of two metals that were far apart from each other. We were going to use black strings and some black tape to connect them together, but I had a problem trying to connect them.



So a random DC comes in and tells the other DCs to come help push onto the pole so the string can attach to it. It was really random, but after some excessive pushing, I couldn’t remember much of that part of the dream.

Dream 2:

I was with my father and I believe there was this guy he wanted to show some new music too ( I don’t know what though). When he went inside the small store the guy was in, the guy said that he’ll check the music later if he can get it the CD for it.



So this made me assume that my father would want me to burn some CDs later on so the guy can get a copy of his music.

Dream 3:

I’m at an environment that looks like the outside of Thornton Middle School in Texas. The back of it to be precise, there were the classrooms with the exteriors built to be sustained through hard weather like hail or rain or whatever.



I have some bags in my hand, and I’m trying to find a classroom to go in. The doors looked kind of weird, they were light brown with a hint of yellow to them, and they had wooden blinds.




These blinds covered the whole door, and apparently if the blinds were shut, no one could get inside the classroom. I go up to the ramp to get to one of these classrooms, and turns out that the blinds being open or shut didn’t matter since one opened for me.

This classroom was just like the one I had for Ms. East’s class in Thornton Middle School! I see maybe one or two student DCs sitting down in a random order, and then I turn to the right and see my Art teacher I had at Cypress Lakes High School.

Let’s call her Ms. J. She was sitting around eating something I think, and there was a T.V. in front of where I was standing at the moment (still at the entrance of the classroom). I still had bag in my hands, so I go up to Ms. J and asked her if I can put these bags under her desk for now.

She said something about she can only do for to just watch on them (that’s why I freaking asked you lol), so I said “Yes” to her anyway and put the bags down.

Then I asked her “May I go to the bathroom please?” She replied, “Yes.” So I head out of the classroom and while I was going down the ramp, I could’ve sworn I heard a DC in some dark gray shirt who looked like a guy named Cesar that I knew in middle school (but I never was friends with him, he was one of those tall dudes who looked like a nerd) said, “Hmmm.,” or something along those lines.

When I reached the end of the ramp, the area turns into the back area of where there were several fast-food chains, bars, etc near Northgate in College Station Texas that I lived nearby.

(This pic below is the entrance to get to the back of the fast food areas and bars.


Apparently I needed water instead of using the bathroom, and there were these random water fountains. I go up to one, but it shot WAY too high for me, so I move on to the next one, and it tasted funny (though I couldn’t actually “taste” it,) so I guess it was too cold for me.



Then I went to another one and drank a little bit from it (me finding the right water fountain was just like the plot of Goldilocks or something).

I can’t remember much after that though.