non-lucid

After 8 hours of sleep with barely any dreams I went to sleep while listening to a rain tune with my mp3 player.
Then I dreamt that I was in my room, it was pretty realistic except for the fact that the curtain was mounted with a pretty strange device, made out of black plastic. It was foldable and seemed to be designed for mobility. There was a slit in the wall above the curtain where lots of rain poured through, into my room. I got up to somehow stop the rain and did something with the curtain device. Then the dream faded already.

whiterains dream

very sketchy memory of a long holiday/festival dream last night due to tiredness. mostly spent pottering about randomly going round a mix of shops, partys and things. some of it resembled my old school which had a little surgery/docs set up in one corner. i pushed a trolley and a nurse told me it had a baby in it so i asked where the best place to leave it was. cant really write much else but the holiday location was really similar to how it often is. especially the shops and town. i remember it ended as i was walking through a farm field anad a lady was talking about the veg and the last thing she said was about the sweetcorn. she said all they needed was a bit of rain and the sweetcorn would live up to its name.

holiday theme really common now. last last nights one was spent missing group events and wandering around on my own trying to go snorkeling in this river with a girl i liked. almost another goal made. the river is always partly the same but this time was deeper and more tropical with a little waterfall on it and plunge pools. nearly always in a similar location to other places even if the other places change if that makes any sense

Dream 1-
I am in college, although the other students I see are all people I know from high school. I am in a large building with multiple auditorium classes (300+ students). There are lockers lining the hallways, and I am going to class. Part of the hallway leading to the class is very small, so much so that I have to crawl through to the other side. Inside the classroom, a teacher is lecturing, but everyone is milling around and talking. Someone hits me with a paper airplane, but when I turn around to see who it was, the dream fades.

Dream 2-
I am late to a gymnasium. When I get there, there is a volleyball game going on. I went to the University of Texas, and I soon realize this is the UT mens volleyball team, except it is made up of football players. They are really good though, and the volleyball match is like a mini-version of the real game. The net is very low to the ground, and the court is small, with only 3 players on each side. Everyone moves in semi-slow motion, including the ball.

I go into the locker room, and try to find my locker and my bag. There are other people in there, and one tries to steal my bag, but I get it back. I go back outside and notice another locker room where a girl is packing her bag. I look around the corner and see a small cot with blankets on it. Someone had clearly slept there the previous night. I start thinking about how weird this is when I wake up.

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Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream took place outside in the daytime, with a light blue sky, unlike most of my other dreams which were inside. The location was a slightly-rounded, clay-coloured cliff wall that I guessed was about thirty feet wide, and this cliff was attached to another wall, a bit taller and much longer in length, but consisting of the same saturated clay tone. The surface of the rounded cliff reminded me of flaky chalk or thin layers of stone (I could see some of the layers coming off and beginning to separate from the rest of the cliff). The other one looked like ordinary rock with a slightly chalk-like appearance to it. There was a rounded entrance, well carved-out, into the face of this long cliff, for students to come and go. The area was like a classroom, and I was the teacher; my job was to teach dream control to enrolled students.

I was hanging from the top of the rounded cliff, suspended against the side by a rope. The rope was held by a very heavy rock at the top of the cliff, and it was was made of that pale yellow straw-like material, and was probably no thicker than an index finger. I wasn't worried about it snapping, though, because my feet had found purchase on a piece of rock that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the cliff. It took some of my weight off the rope. Although I couldn't see them from my viewpoint, I knew my students were on top of this cliff, listening to what I was saying.

"The first thing about dream control," I said, "is that you have to be 100% certain. If you aren't, the dream won't act in your favour."

I then started pulling away at the shedding pieces of rock that the cliff was shedding, breaking them away and letting them fall to the ground below me. I noticed the textures and how much the cliff really looked like hardened chalk; it even had a slight amount of dust over it. I casually looked down briefly during this, however, and the pieces of cliff I'd taken off were nowhere in sight. After all, the cliff was so high up that it simply descended into white, blue-tinged clouds not twenty feet below where I was suspended. I was in absolutely no fear of falling or heights, though.

After a few moments of pulling a few layers of cliff off, from the outside of my peripheral vision I grabbed a stack of fifteen or so papers. I'm honestly not sure where these papers were from, because before when I was scanning the cliff, I didn't see any papers. Regardless, I looked briefly at them and saw that each one was white printer paper with neat, professional typing on it. In the upper-left region of each paper was a line and a messy scrawl of either a date or a mark (I can't remember which) in thicker-than-normal red pen, almost like marker. It didn't show through the other side of the paper though. I looked up to the top of the cliff, still unable to see my students, and held it up so they could take the papers from me.

I sat there for maybe a minute before starting to panic slightly. Had they left me here?

Then I saw a hand reach over and miss the papers, pull back, then get ahold of them. I let go and the student took them. I then looked to the right of where I was, at the longer cliff wall consisting of a more rock-like appearance, and pushed off the cliff I was on, floating over to the flat surface sticking out of the wall (where I could stand). I landed a few feet to the left of the rounded entranceway, and saw students who I could not identify starting to walk out. I was leaving, probably because I wasn't the teacher for this class. However, as I walked towards the exit and ended up in front of it, I saw one student coming out whom I recognized; she was from grade 11 at my school.

For some reason, I believed that she was leaving this class, even though she was entering the area and not leaving it. I said, "wait," and turned around to look out into the sky. In front of me was a new piece of rock; it was super flat on top but again in the same clay tone as the other cliffs! On the edge of it was a sheet of paper; it belonged to that girl. I must have dropped it.

The distance between the entrance and the piece of floating rock wasn't more than a foot, so I simply walked onto the rock, and walked back. It didn't sink down when I stepped on it. I handed the paper to the girl and she continued walking over to the rounded cliff, but I didn't look back.

Non-Lucid
Lucid

My first dream was my family and I renting a cabin somewhere in the southwest. We got into the house and relaxed the whole day until we went to sleep. There was a door connecting between the neighbors and our bedroom. So while I was outside chilling with my friends at the pool, my brothers went upstairs to go to sleep because my dad forced them too. I was then left with one of my friends and some other little kids. Then the neighbors came over and started undressing these little kids like pedophilia. I started running to my brothers room and the pedophile was there. I started kicking his ass and he ran out of the room. The next day when we woke up, the pedophile was still there and me, my dad, and my brothers were outside and my dad was doing a barbecue when all of a sudden I saw the pedophile's grab guns and start shooting our house so that they can penetrate it and kill us. My dad later grabbed the phone and called 911. The dream ended with me and my brother in the pedophiles room making sure they lay in bed not doing anything related to crime. I was sitting outside the window looking out when the police will be there.

New York Terror Attacks. This was one of the worst dreams I have ever had. Since I was a little kid up to 10 years old, I lived in New York, and as you know on September 11th, 2001 there was a terror attack on New York City. I dreamed about another one occurring. The dream started with me on the Brooklyn Bridge with my family and then a airplane started flying right at the bridge. I was scared for my life and thought it was the end of me. But suddenly, the plane turned around and started flying other way. The police officers forced us to get off the bridge. So we started running and go to some building in front of gardens with a clear view of the bridge. The New York officials decided to take precautions and folded up the bridge and dunked the bridge in the water. We were sitting in the apartment and watching tv and suddenly we saw a building collapse because of a suicide bomber. While everyone was watching TV, I saw it across the street from me and started crying. We then watched the bridge and it ended up not being touched. However the statue of liberty was hit and collapsed to the ocean floor. I also remember being in a subway and the police forced us out.

My final dream included me and Cameron Diaz in a nightclub and she made me drink beer and get drunk. I told her that I had hockey that day but she still made me. We later went to the nightclub and it was some sort of stage with a bunch of old people sitting in it.

It starts out when I'm in my school and I see my cousin and some old bully. I talk to the bully and tell him that I am going to travel somewhere and have an awesome adventure without him. My school is always crowded and loud (3,600 students with 2000 coming from 8th grade next year). For some reason they were all whispering and standing still. My cousin and I were walking normal and talking about getting revenge on the bully. I said, "I know you think that I can not do anything, but I am going to kick his ass and have an adventure!" (something along those lines I can't remember EXACT quotes). Then I go to the library where he is. WAIT! The bully is behind TWO layers of steel and dangerous obstacles. I had a huge fight with all the bullies in the school to get to Derrek. I grab him by the neck, there is a projector running showing a science show (i watched it the day before) and it was showing earth from low orbit. I rammed Derrek into the projection and he fell through the ceiling of the school's library from low-earth orbit. :shadewink:. I took a paper from Derek and it was a secret treasure map to Arkansas. I went to Arkansas and it was a jungle, then I ran through the jungle and found scientists who lead me to Walmart HQ. Then I go to Texas.

I'm at my grandpa's house in the past (at Texas) and I see the old gamecube-game room. Me and my cousins have fun playing it (dreamed a memory of the past, it wasn't in the present), then I walked out of the room and outside to the side of the house. I see my dad, two uncles and me standing there. I tell them because of some family thing that happened I hate them because they hate my mom. I run fast and fly far to the East of the land of Arkansas.

Now I'm in some jungle again, this time on a bus with my brothers and my disabled cousin and her mom. We all drive super fast and go to Egypt where we see the river turned to blood. We swim in it, then sink the bus. We swim into the sunken bus and drive off to Florida. (I've been to Florida and rode a bus but I didn't go to Egypt on it). At Florida we are going to fly back to home. Then me and my mom walk to a tree house we are looking for an airport and we have to get tickets from the tree house. She walks into it, the doors lock and I hear her neck snapped from the outside. She is thrown off the house onto the ground and she was TURNED INTO A FISH. She looks at me with her gills and says, "Kill the bastards", to which I reply, "Tell God he is an awesome Dude when you see him" and she died. Then I woke up.

It comes from me moving away from my dad and to arkansas. After that, going to Texas wasn't the same as it was when I was younger. Arkansas was like a jungle because it was so rural compared to Texas to me. Then I saw that it had urban areas after I made it out of the trees and hills and farm land. Then the bully, well I never shoved him from low earth orbit. Mom mom never died as a fish.

08/26/2011
"Battle at Death Bus"

I was on a bus - like an old school bus - but I'm not sure where we were headed. It was night out, and we were driving down some lonely, back road with nothing but trees around us. After some time, the bus had broken down, and we were now stranded in the middle of nowhere. A group of people on this bus, rather randomly, turned out to be self-proclaimed 'paranormal investigators, and after we had been sitting on the bus for some time, they told us that they were beginning to get 'readings' of paranormal activity, surrounding the bus. Most of us were skeptical of their work, but we allowed them to go about their investigation of our surroundings.

I, and a few of the other passengers, had followed two of the investigators outside. Looking over one of their shoulders, I could see into the screen of one of his gadgets as he scanned the darkened woods around us. The screen showed small blips of small figures scurrying through the brush. At first, I thought it was just infrared images of the local wildlife, but the P.I. said that they were actually the images of the ghosts of dead animals, and that this area was - for some reason - a hot spot for them. I wasn't really prepared to believe him, until I tracked some of the images right up to the roadside and - when looking off-screen - saw that there were no animals visible to my naked eye. That's when I started to get a little nervous. Soon, we were back in the bus. We'd come to find out that these invisible creatures were not confined to the outside, and were finding their way onto the bus with us. I was still sneaking a peek at the monitor, and could see the white silhouettes on the screen; little animals that might have been rats, moving around about our feet and over the backs of our seats. I was still a bit skeptical about the whole thing, though, and wondered if the readings were being falsified. Apparently, that wasn't the case...

The people on the bus suddenly began to get restless. There was some kind of commotion going on, but I couldn't see anything as being the cause of it. First, it seemed like some force was simply pushing people about, as if they were being shouldered out of the way as they stood milling about. Quickly, though, things turned much more violent. Unrest turned to terrified screams. I could see blood spraying about the aisle, and people began trying to hurry off of the bus. There was something definitely wrong, but I could see no threat whatsoever. Another one of the P.I.'s had a different kind of gadget, one which showed everything through a lens that looked just like a regular pane of glass. However, it was also able to detect these ghostly entities,and actually show them, as they would look to the naked eye, if we could see them without equipment. I caught a flash of a translucent figure. The tattered image of an apparition appeared through the glass. This thing was going absolutely nuts at the front of the bus, and ripping and slashing at all of the horrified passengers. Everyone was panicked, and we all streamed off the bus as quickly as possible. (The tech reminded me of the glasses in the movie 13 Ghosts.)

Over the next few moments, even more of these vengeful spirits began to 'show up,' and join in on the attack. That's when all Hell really broke loose. These invisible forces began swarming us around the bus. People were getting maimed, by seemingly nothing at all, and it was absolute chaos. Many of us were trying to scramble to get our hands on whatever technology we could, so that we could at least see these things. Before too long, though, this turned out to prove unnecessary.

We'd come to realize that these ghostly entities were actually becoming stronger, with each passing minute of their attack. The stronger they got, the more tangible they became, onto our plane. Soon, we were actually able to see them, without the equipment. They went from completely invisible, to translucent apparitions of zombie-like men and women, and after even more time, became about as solid as all of the rest of us. The major downside to this was that their strength continued to increase as well. Whereas they were once only able to scratch and claw at us, they were now dismembering people with their bare hands. The stronger these things got, the more they would start to mutate, physically, until we could hardly even recognize them as former humans. They were becoming ugly(er) monstrosities.

This was an all out war, and it waged on into the morning. The scenery had seemed to change, now that it was daytime, and it actually looked like the bus was parked in the dead center of an arena or stadium. Somehow, we had gotten hold of fire axes - as if they were placed on the bus for safety - and were using them to fight back as best we could. We were able to take some of these ghouls down, once they became tangible enough for us to actually hurt them. After hacking away at most of them, there were only about 3 of them left, in total. By this time, the action had just gotten completely insane. It was almost like a live action anime. The last remaining ghouls were now extremely fast an agile, due to their continuing 'evolution', and we survivors were now practically fighting like ninjas as well. Eventually, we wore the opposition down to one final ghoul. It had mutated so many times that it was stronger than all the others had been. Part of the battle, here, had switched to 3rd person perspective, and it almost seemed like I was playing a game, where I could move the camera around to where I wanted. There were a lot of slow-motion attacks and dodges, while I positioned the camera about the action. Things had a very Zack Snyder-ish feel. At one point, I was on the roof of the bus and had done a back-flip off of it, while moving the 'camera' around the slow-mo acrobatics.

This thing just kept evolving, though, the more I thought I 'killed' it. In the end, it was beginning to turn into some weird, fleshy being with an emerging head made of metal and glass. The top half was actually starting to kind of look like Canti, from FLCL. I'd still had my regular fire axe, but this thing had a huge battle axe that looked like it was made of gold. He used it as a throwing axe, and when it flew through the air it had this distinct, almost mechanical whistling sound to it. I vaguely remember it coming back to him whenever he threw it (I had watched Thor again, last night), but I'm not entire sure about that.

I don't remember the outcome of the fight, though.

I figure I might as well put all my old dreams I posted on this website into my new dream journal, but I'm too lazy to do that one by one. So for all you die-hard fans (haha, what die-hard fans? ), here is the link to my old thread, started on March 4, 2010:

http://www.dreamviews.com/f107/just-...amviews-93085/

(btw, I wrote these almost two years ago, so I apologize if I sound like a mega-douche)...

Notes Non-Lucid Lucid

Ugh, as I was typing this one, the page refreshed for no reason and I lost all the stuff I typed. So, this time, it may be shorter than originally planned.

The dream starts and I'm in a large body of water with a big ship in the middle. I'm swimming towards the ship while also talking to someone about something I can't remember. It's taking a quite a while for me to even reach the ship. When I finally get to spot where I can touch it, there seems to be no way up. So, I swim under he boat and go to the other side. The water on that side is high enough for me to get into he boat. As I was swimming up to get on, some person was asking how his structure looked. When I got on, he was walking in front of me and looking at his house-thing. Frankly it looked quite ugly.
Dream skips and me and some other guy are going through a cave. The cave was pretty odd. It had many ups and downs to it. Spots of the cave were illuminated even though there were no torches placed. And, it was very small in height. Anyways, the cave ended when we entered a dome made of water with lava right on the outside. The entrance had obsidian the kept blinking with 3 flowers in front of them. The other person said "A flower generator!" or something like that.

Then, I woke up soon after.

All I remember from this dream is that I was at some kind of beach area. In the beginning, I was at a shore house....I believe it was one-story and elevated off the ground, as many shore houses are. My mother got back from some kind of doctor bearing a box of contact lenses...I asked why I needed them, as my vision is 20/20, and she told me that they were necessary to protect my eyes....So, I put them on...
Then the dream cuts to me on the edge of some landform with my friend, Brandon, who it is inferred also has a summer house at this beach area. The land I'm on is covered in all sorts of trash (boxes, cinder blocks, broken wood planks, dead grass, etc.), and the part I'm standing on is probably 20 ft above the water in an inlet, I suppose. The ocean was on my right, and the water cut into the land was on my left. The water was calm for being pretty much the ocean, like lake-calm. The land became really steep as it met with the water, still covered in various garbage obstacles, making it difficult to climb down, which is what Brandon and I did. as we looked across the inlet, we saw a small (maybe 15' x 15'), abstractly circular island covered in healthy grass, right in the middle of the water, between the two sides of the inlet. Beyond that island was the other side, which was a commercial beach. The dream then skips, and I am now on the other side of the inlet, the beach. Now, the water is normal beach water, with small waves crashing down on the shore. The ocean was still to my right, so I'm facing north, and on my left was a (unusually elevated) boardwalk. A building jutted out a bit from the boardwalk, resembling the way Martell's Tiki Bar in Point Pleasant Beach, NJ juts out from the boardwalk, shown in this picture:


(The difference is that the building in my dream only extended out from the boardwalk about 10 ft., and was blue and white in color)

Oddly, there were palm trees at this beach, though my dream infers that I was in New Jersey (where palm trees don't grow naturally). My friend and I walked up the coastline for a bit, until we saw our dads drive up in mango tango Jeep with the top down (The dream had now changed settings, as now we were on the sidewalk looking to a car on a road, with a thick forest of palm trees on the other side of the road):


(the was just like this, only it had a soft-top roof that was rolled back, so there really was no roof.)

Our dads asked us what we were doing and why we had ventured out so far without their consent...from there on I don't remember...

It's interesting how I remembered more and more of the dream as I typed this, so the dream is all up there in my head somewhere, but I just can't get it all...

I tried to attempt a MILD, but I think by the time I went to bed I was too tired to do it properly. I fell asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. I have a vague memory of waking up once during the night and trying to convince myself to write down a dream, but that might have been a dream itself.

Calcifer was in my dream!!

(A strong and powerful fire demon! )

He had fallen apart somehow, and I was searching through a gravel path finding the pure white stones, because those were the stones that were a part of Calcifer. I put them together, and Calcifer formed back into himself! I was holding him in my hand.

I remember at one point me and M were driving back and forth different places because we kept forgetting these, and he was getting really frustrated. We drove back to his house because he forgot his belt, but I somehow felt like it was my fault.

I was at a store (it was sort of Target-like, but all the shelves were really tall) looking for black tights. I had a pair, but they were way too big for me, and when I looked at the size they were an XL. The only tights I could find in a S were sparkly ones, or leggings that only went halfway down your leg. Me and M were going to a dance, and I was going to wear this short halter top black dress I have, but I needed black tights to wear with it. While shopping I suddenly realized I had no clue how formal the dance was or anything, and I got stressed out about it. I decided to just use the tights that were too big for me, and we left.

On the way to the car I was with my family instead of M, and I was going to the event with my little brother (but it wasn't weird at all, just like a fun family thing. I'm not even sure if it was a dance anymore.) He showed me the bow tie he had bought and in the dream I thought it was the COOLEST THING. It was all frilly and it had a taxidermy alligator head (like the type I bought M in San Francisco) attached to it. Then, in the car, I was actually going with my little sister, and she was telling me something about her jacket and how she had decided she wanted to go with me.

I have a vague memory of a train as well.

Ahsaka's Dreams

1. I was in the midst of working on a speech for an upcoming event when outside I heard the faint strains of violin music. It was Summer by Vivaldi. I went outside and followed the music to try find out where it was coming from.

2. I don't know why but I was left in charge of watching several kindergarten aged kids. There was something important I was supposed to be thinking about but the kids wouldn't allow me any time to think. They kept climbing on me and trying to play with me.

3. I was at a family get together. My sister was talking almost non stop, bragging about the places she's been and seen. It was rather annoying and I tried to ignore her by starting my own conversation with my brother. He had just started talking about his kids when my sister interrupted and started bragging about how wonderful and intelligent her little sons were. She happened to mention that they would be going to Mexico because her son was learning about it in school.

Quite suddenly I remembered writing, To Mexico or bust!! somewhere. I then decided that I would tag along with my sister to Mexico in an effort to further my own personal educational aspirations. i told her that I would come with her.

The dream scene changed. We were sitting in an airport. I was surprisingly calm and devoid of my fear of flying and I thought that this was very strange. I did a reality check simply because the lack of fear was unnatural for me. I quickly found out that I was dreaming.

I became anxious. I wanted to get to Mexico ASAP. I had the overwhelming feeling that this dream would be a short one. I attempted teleportation but found that I was anchored quite formidably in the airport. I tried spinning to change the scene but that did not work either. It only drew suspicious stares from the people around me. My sister looked very ashamed of me.

I knew the dream would end soon. I had not time to spare. If I could not get to Mexico maybe I could find Yeon in the airport crowd. I started yelling "Yeon" hoping someone would answer. No answer came so I began yelling "Windhover! I know you're here. It's me!" Still no answer. By this time I didn't particularly care that a crowd of bug eyed onlookers had gathered around me. I stood up on a bench and continued yelling, at the top of my lungs, for Windhover.

I woke up quite suddenly, frustrated that I had not gotten to Mexico or found Yeon/Windhover.

It's the early 80s and I'm in my late teens/early 20s. I have an assignment I'm working on for university and I need more paper for the typewriter. I go all around the house, hoping to find some paper that Dad has left beside a typewriter somewhere or stowed away in one of his heavy wooden work desks. I can find none, so I sigh because I'm going to have to go upstairs and ask for some from my parents and I know things are tense up there. I go and ask for some paper. My mother asks me to apologize first for my tone of voice earlier. I now remember that we'd been sitting on camping chairs in the forest and she'd started to slap me around, but then we'd come into the present (me 47 years old and in good physical condition; her in her mid 70s and weakened) and I'd fought back, bringing her to the ground. She'd felt humiliated and hadn't spoken to me since. She and Dad were afraid I'd gone bad and would end up a street kid. So I ask for some paper, I'm asked to apologize, and Dad and my sisters just mouth to me, "Just do it." So I frame an apology under a tight smile. I'm given some paper. I go out the front door to the street where I grew up, and I let out a scream. It's heard inside, and then my mom herds my two sisters, both under 15, out the door and into the station wagon. They're about to leave the family and leave me with Dad and she and Dad are even talking about how to divide up the dogs. I look at the dogs and know they're crying inside because they know they're about to be separated forever and it's my fault. I can't believe my sister Bren is in the car and not saying anything. I yell at her that I thought she was my best friend and that she's a traitor - and it seems someone I can't identify is beside me feeding the word "traitor" to me, coaching me along. Then I yell at my sister Joanne, who is now a tall blonde woman with a two-year-old son. I see a Sunday School schedule where my sisters and I attend a shul while my nephew attends a Sunday School class on Jesus. (We're not Jewish in real life - at least not in practice, only in partial background.)

I wake up with people vaguely whirling about me, blaming me for breaking up my family. I'm still drugged up with Clonazepam and therefore half in dreamland, so I know I have to go back to sleep and kill myself in the dream to show everybody I'm a valid person. I know it's safe to kill myself in the dream, because I'll just wake up here. So I go back into the dream and then I'm watching news accounts of myself taking Clonazepam two at a time and delaying each dosage so I don't throw up, so that the overdose'll take and I'll get to leave. But instead I see myself as a blonde teen prostitute with tatoos all over her body. The tatoos are in the form of black vines crawling over every inch of my skin. There's a documentary narration voice stating I woke up here, my name was Margaret as a kid but it's now Megit, and I'm serving fries - which men are only too happy to take from me. The way I'm serving fries is, well, pornographic, and one by one. Apparently Margaret had woken up drugged up and surrounded by a prostitution ring. The documentary goes on to say that the rest of the family - who are now African-American brothers - has reunited and the sons have their own sons, who uncomfortably remind them of themselves.

Very important note here: I'm not suicidal in real life, not in the least. I used to be. But I'm too old and too well medicated for that crap now. I had forgotten to take my antidepressant yesterday morning, but had realized and taken it at night.

Another note: Yes, my mom used to slap me around a bit. She'd get in strange moods where you could almost see a thundercloud over her head. I remember once I saw her like that and stiffened up as I had to walk by her, and then she whaled on me with four or five slaps and told me it was because I was walking with my "nose in the air" looking like I had a "stick up [my] ass". I was scared of her and my dad, who got his slaps and kicks in as well when he went through his depression, to the point that at the age of 14 I almost left home. This is just another PTSD-type nightmare. I read a story about a street kid yesterday, so that was probably what triggered the element of fear of what could have happened to me.

DJ Log: September 10, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am trying to sleep on a friend's couch, annoyed that their cats keep jumping on me and are trying to pull the blanket off of me. One cat starts to climb under the blanket. As I reach over to push the cat away, it claws and bites at my hand. Another cat is shredding at my pillow until the feathers fall out and the pillow goes flat. I reach down and grab the cat by the scruff of the neck and toss it onto the floor. All 3 cats leap back onto the couch and start clawing at the blanket until I jump up from the couch, yelling at them, “Go away, you evil spawns of Satan!”

I wake up to find that two of the cats chasing a bug around the table lamp. They are making quite a bit of claws-on-carpet sound as they chase the bug, and these sounds made their way into the dream.

In reality, I highly dislike cats. For the most part they just leave me alone, but they decided to invade my dream this morning. Now I'm back home and will be able to dream in peace!