non-lucid

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!

I wasn't figuring on being able to remember any dreams from last night because I had a fairly potent margarita with my dinner. But I do remember bits and pieces of it:

I'm outdoors somewhere with some frineds of mine from work. And I'm carrying some kind of handheld device which lets me see things the others can't. We seem to be in some sort of competition with another group of guys from work and one of them (a guy I work with named Wade) is carrying a similar device. We seem to be driving on some kind of circular track. My team is driving counterclockwise, while the other team is driving clockwise. Or maybe it's just me and Wade who are driving, because I remember looking through the device and being able to see him coming at me. I'm unclear on what the rules of the race are.

In another dream, I find myself driving along a road approaching a 90 degree turn to the left which leads to a long bridge. It's been raining and there is water flowing over parts of the road as the water rises. I'm wanting to cross the bridge and get to the other side before the water gets too high and I am unable to cross.

Sidenote: This bridge scene has appeared in my dreams quite a few times in the past. I don't recall it being a bridge that I've ever seen in waking life, but in my dreams it feels as though it's a familiar sight.

i was walking in the park which i took shrooms the firt time, i remembered the bech that i loved to sit in so headed towardst that direction, there upon arriving at the bench i saw izar sitting with all the girls that are my friends from the distance. i approached the bench and found izras arm around kasey and chelsea and 2 other girls on either side of his knee that i did not recognize, izra was sitting in the alpha position legs spread apart clearly controlling the situation. i enter izra waves to me and i say hey, i tell him that this is my bench and realize that im dreaming, he laughs. i try to enter the situation and attract one of the girls, it doesnt work they are too into izra they ignore me. i get pissed off because izras fucking up my dream taking the girls, the scene changes and im in the city of seattle running from the secret police they are trying to catch me, i turn a corner and lose them for a few min and decide to try andd fly on top of a building, my flying screws up and i hit a building 10 feet above me on the wall and fall down, i continue running and find myself in another corner. i see an ex girlfriend waiting for me. i take her and she claims to want to help and run away with me, we enter an old garage and we wait silently. the boss of the secret police comes up to me and claims i need to go wit him into the next dimension that running is futile. i tell i will i just need to say goodbye to my girlfriend one last time, he agrees. i come up to my girl and have pasiionate sex with he rone last time, she cries and says shel go with me. i come back and tell the boss of the secret police that i dont wannt to go anywhere an dtht i refuse i wanna stay with my girl. the scene changes for a third time and im at leos and allen and we are all in the big room together watching a movie at night, there are beds everywhere and we are all having so much fun, im in the middle with allen on my left and stefaya on my right. we are chilling having fun and watching a movie, stephaya is trying to touch allens dick and he keeps rubbing it off trying to watch the movie and play around with me like he did in israel when we slept together in one bed. izar leo eve kara aree on teh floor talking and lounging. all of a susdden i look up through an invisible balnket and see 3 huge beautiful moths on the cieling one black and orange and one bright yellow and one bee, we al run out laughing into leos room to hide, the scene change for the last time and i go to a party inbellevue with friends from moscow, its a house party and everyone is hving fun upstairs,its my friend valerios house party and a costume one, every one has face paint, i promised my friend that id go to another house party so i try to do both but the mom tells me if i leave i cant come bacl.
Pending
i call her a bitch and stay at vale's and have a great time
i wake up

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Last night I went to bed, feeling dizzy and terrible. I am ill. I still did the exercises for day 3 and 4 and then went to sleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had a dream where I really had the urge to go to the bathroom. The whole dream consisted of me trying to find a toilet. When I finally did find one I stood there very long and let it flow. I understood that something was wrong, how can I pee for this long? And why doesn't the urge dissapear?!
I then got a terrible realisation, what if this was a dream and I wet myself for real, so embarassing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up and saw that, no I hadn't wet myself. But I still[ had the urge to go to the toilet.
So I went to the bathroom and then went back to sleep. I told myself that I will recognise that I am dreaming.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was now standing at a theater, and I was a part of it. My role was to just say one line at a certain time. I saw my parents down in the audience... I don't remember why or how, but I went down under the scene and saw that someone had started a fire with fireworks, so the play had to be canceled.

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The dream sceneary changed and the basement was now a part of my real house (I don't have a basement) and I went up to the kitchen and saw a hot violinist. I immediatelly thought about sex. But when I went out there to reach her, she transformed into a flower. I was discouraged. I then went to my livingroom and I looked at my hands.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]I instantly became lucid. This time I was really focussed on how to stabilize this dream.
I looked at my hands and I touched my body, I rubbed my hands. And then I did something I have never tried before.
I jumped placed my feet infront of me, so when I landed I will hit my butt. On the landing everything become super clear.
I then leaned back, like the test you do to test trust, but this time no one was catching me and I fell straight down on my back. The spine felt weird and I bounced straight back up. The dream was now clear, but I forgot to spin so my mind wasn't clear...
I went out in the garden and flew, with surprising control. Then I saw my dad, I somehow become convinced that he was my real dreaming dad in my dream, so I did everything I could to make him realise that he was dreaming.
I shouted "Dad you are dreaming!" "Look at me you are in a dream", instead I lost my lucidity... [/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up and wrote this dream down, I could have chained it but chances are that I wouldn't have remembered it then, so I didn't wanted to risk that. Instead I went to the bathroom again and then back to bed.
I now thought to myself "I can enter a dream without falling asleep, my thoughts wil be vivid enough"[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I then had a dream about something that I can't remember, something matrix related though.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]Then I see a hot girl and become lucid haha. But this time I didn't have the same control over my subconscious mind. I instantly thought about sex and lost my lucidity right away.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I then had a dream about me trying to kill a person from the Games of thrones series.
Khal Drogo, incredibly strong and fast. But somehow I managed to put a knife in his chest. Although I was chocked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]It feels like I am getting better at stabilize a dream, but today I am going to read about what more I need to do according to the most famous authors on the subject. Maybe it had been done if I had spinned too.[/COLOR]

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1. An old man with a white hair and beard moved in and took over my house, which in this dream, was a gothic-esque mansion. I moved into a trailer alone in the outskirts of the back yard. I was happy there. Life was uncomplicated. Life at the mansion, however, appeared to be busy and chaotic.

2. I was on vacation in a warm place that reminded me of Mexico. I admired a set of cascading waterfalls that roared, with a near conscious ferocity, over rust colored cliffs and down into a jungle carpeted valley. A silver UFO zipped into view and stole our attention away from the water falls. Some people ran away, terrified. I stood there quite stupidly gawking at the reflective UFO until it zipped away again.

Well, recently i have been having a lot of dreams that are either too personal to make sense or too dirty for the kiddies, so i havent posted much. To make up for this, heres the dream that slaughtered my sanity... enjoy.

This happened about 5 years ago.

The dream began in an old english village. I was with two people who i guess were friends. Throughout the dream, i kept hearing this voice. It would sporadically intensify and become calm... its hard to explain.
"hey. you should GET AWAY NOW GO AWAY JUST DIE AND MAKE IT GO AWAY unless you dont want to. thats okay. THATS OKAY. just make it your priority to escape. ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN. SHUT UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP."

The words are burned into my mind.

While all this was going on, the people i was with were telling me about some "birds" that fly over the village sometimes. The things they described were massive, horrible monsters, whose wings would take up the entire sky.

After they said these things, i heard a rumbling in the distance. The voice in my head raged on and on. All of a sudden, everybody in the village was gone, and it was only me.

Then i saw the birds.

There was only one at first. It was huge. Its wings spanned the entire sky, from horizon to horizon. The rumbling grew louder, and just when i thought my eardrums were going to burst, it passed. I fell to my knees. Then the second one came, in the same manner as the first. After it passed, there was a long silence. After what felt like hours, i heard a rumbling greater than both of the others combined. A third bird came, this one of unimaginable size. As it passed, my head reached a tipping point, as the voice and the rumbling combined were too much for it to take.

Everything disappeared.

In a white void, i found myself laying face down. My mind was opened, and i felt like everybody in the world was trying to talk to me. I let out a climactic scream.

And then i woke up.

IMPORTANT DATES
08/31/11 -- Started my Dream Journal!

CURRENT GOALS:
[ ] Find a lucid-inducing technique that works for me
[ ] Attain Lucidity


9th Entry:
Date: 09/09/11
Sleep Times: UNKNOWN

I've been so busy today I wasn't able to right in my dream journal until about now. My drea last night was quite odd...and again, I haven't the time to go into detail about it. In jist, I dreamt I was at a party with some friends. We were havig fun and games until someone invited a clown. Now I myself am not afraid of clowns, but my friend Taylor is. She spent most of the party freaking out about the clown. Now this was one of those dreams that was obviously influenced by the events of the day...as we had begun watching a B-Horror movie called Klown Kamp Massacre after the kids were in bed. However, they took their own twist. The clown opened some sot of door he conjured, and right when I told Taylor there was nothing to be afraid of- suddenly, a legion of clown zombies came through the door! I went into a sort of Scott Pilgrim mode ( a la his fight with Gideon) and began to fight the clowns. However, was bitten and began to turn into one! I stared at my hands in horror as they mutated... However, by slaying their leader I had effectively stopped the curse half-way and by drinking what I think was some sort of magical pop from my friend Taylor, I turned back to normal and awoke.

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Date: 10/09/11
Time: ~6am
Memory Clarity: 8/10
So I'm strolling around my neighbourhood, with a friend I think, and then all of a sudden lucidity! I very much want to drive a car, so I stand near the middle of the road and attempt to grab the door handles and carjack them as they drive by. Understandably, this proves troublesome, especially because a lot of the cars veer away from me, either from trying not to hit me or not wanting to get carjacked, or a combination of both.

I give up on this, and head a bit further up the road, where I see some parked cars, so I try to open them but they're locked. I try too hard and one of their alarms go off. I run off, not too scared though cause I knew it was just a dream. Well, I was fairly certain... I had become worried that it might be real life and the cops were after me, so I checked my right hand and sure enough, a finger was missing and another had a large hole in it, so that the top of my finger was floating off my hand, Rayman-style.

Satisfied with that, I keep heading on down the road and as I come to a corner I think 'Dean is there!' and start shouting 'Hey Dean! Dean!' (Dean's my friend IRL) As I come around the corner there is a child of about age 10, riding a scooter. I shout at him, 'Hey Dean! You're Dean!' and so forth. His face and hair morph to become a fairly good approximation of Dean, however his height was still that of a 10 year old, and that bugged me immensly so I went off. I turned around towards him and in a final 'screw you', I threw a skateboard at him and then kept on going. Around the corner again, was a person the right height, so I morphed him into Dean and said 'Hey Dean! Hey Dean! Dean! Dean! Hey!' to which he responded 'WHAAAAATT!!!!' I took a minute to think of something to say, and decided to ask the meaning of life. So I say 'Hey Dean, what's the meaning of l--' He interrupts me sharply, shouting 'A!!!' (like a multiple choice answer), and I hear the sound of the typical 'wrong answer' buzzer from game shows. As well as this, I see some other friends from school heading down the road towards me, and they had their names floating above them, in the style of World of Warcraft, except their names were red, denoting that they were hostile. The combination of all these things shocked me so much that I woke up.

I'm fairly happy about this, as it is my first proper lucid dream for more than a year! What was strange though was how indistinct my transition to lucidity was. In other lucid dreams, suddenly I'd realise 'I'm dreaming!' and then I'd feel very excited and weightless and light-headed. In this dream however, I was walking around and simply acknowledged, 'yes I'm lucid now' and continued on as ever. Its probably a good thing, as I maintained an extremely good level of control of the dream. It was also very vivid and realistic, hence my worry that it was real life.

Dream fragment 1:
I was walking with my friends Emily and Tori around a town that I didn't recognize. The sun was shining and it felt good. We had to make our way through the large amount of people walking to and from different places, we turned a corner to go down a short alley way and I started talking about the class president speeches that made me not get to eat lunch at the normal time. Tori (the one who thought of the speeches) didn't reply, she said goodbye to Emily and went left towards some more houses after we get out of the alley. Me and Emily go right, we entered a feild of grass that was as short as that on a golfing range, surrounded by trees, a hill, and more houses to the left. Emily made the comment we should go to Sonic and grab something to eat. I aggreed and we headed up a hill, and and I cuts off.

Dream fragment 2:
I walked into a dimly lit room. The floor was made of dirt and even the window had a film of dust on it. As as I am in there I wake up.

Dream fragment 3:
I was outside talking to one of my friends, Dakota. He was sitting in a desk out beside my house telling jokes as usual. The sun was setting so I walked into a shed to use my computer and I didn't want to be disturbed. The shed had no light, and my computer wass next to the door, and is on. The shed had two doors and as I was trying to close the first door and I notice my parents come out of the house, I desperatley try and lock it but to no use. They were seconds away from noticing me.

Dream fragment 4:
I was in the same room as dream fragment 2, same spot and everything, except there were lots of people and a projection on on of the walls, they seemed to be talking about something, and a couple wore some red head pieces, that of which I do not remember exactly what they looked like

I was staying at a REALLY nice hotel. It wasn’t you typical swanky high end hotel, but rather really modern and funky. It had a really chill vibe even though you could tell that it cost a small fortune to stay there. The lobby was massive with giant over sized dark red pillows on the floor instead of couches. There were Persian rugs and waterfalls along the walls. The stair cases were absolutely massive brownish granite and huge pillars were on either sides of each case. I was on something.. acid I think. Beats antique was there along with shpongle. They were all sitting around a hookah and talking casually. I sat with them and we all spoke to each other as if we had known each other for years. I was taking hits from the hookah and was really happy. I told the one massive chick that I loved her belly dancing and that I wanted to learn to do it. She stood up and started to show me her moves. I was fallowing along with her and I was nailing it! Everyone casually clapped for me and I sat back down. After a while I decided that I wanted to explore. I said goodbye to everyone and went on my way. The hotel turned out to be in downtown bellevue and there was a waterfront connected. Suddenly I was accompanied by someone. He is a dream character and not a waking life friend. We were walking around and talking about some adventure that we once had had. The actual conversation is hazy to me. Then I wake.


This was the first TRUE nightmare that I have had in a while. I was on a train. It was super huge, with many rooms and cars. There were really big bedrooms within the train. I apparently was a mother of two young girls. The train was super haunted and we couldn’t get off. Every time we went under these really long tunnels the ghosts would present themselves and the whole train would shake uncontrollably. I was in a bedroom for me and my two daughters. I knew that a tunnel was coming up and that we would see the ghost. I was trying to comfort them and tell them to close their eyes, not to open them NO MATTER WHAT they heard until I told them it was okay to open them again. Then suddenly two little girl ghost appear. They were incredibly real looking and extremely terrifying. They were trying to terrorize my daughters and my daughters couldn’t keep their eyes close. The train shook and me and my two daughters got thrown to different corners of the bedroom. Then the two ghost girls showed their dead selves. They were laying on the ground all chopped up and bloody like the two little girls in “the shinning”. Their limbs were rolling around the cart and their bloody heads were laughing. My daughters were screaming in fear and I was screaming to them to close their eyes, that it wasn’t real, and that it would all be over soon. One of the bloody limbs rolled onto one of my daughters and it looked like she was going to have a heart attack. A mother ghost then flew into the room and at daughter about to have a heart attack. I jumped into the air at her to get her away from her. When I did that all the ghosts turned into a black like smoke and disappeared. The shaking stopped. I swooped up my children to comfort them. I was so frighten I was shaking uncontrollably. I took them over to the bed. We all sat under the covers. I had a strange sense that it was never going to end. That we would never get off the train and attacks like this would keep happening. I decided to try and find a way out. I told the daughters to stay under the covers, for some reason I knew the ghost couldn’t really torment them if they stayed under them. I decided to leave the bedroom and do everything I could to find some possible way off the train. I started to explore. Suddenly the dream shifts. I am no longer a mother, but rather me as how I am today. Allen was suddenly on the train. I see him in a door way. I turn the opposite way of him and saw a revolver starting to float in the air. I started to run to allen screaming. I jump on his back and he starts to run us into another bedroom. He shuts the door and tells me to get under the bed. I do as he says and he fallows me. We are laying there under the bed when the door creeps open. The revolver drops to the ground. We lay there staring at it, not sure what to do. Then it floats up again a little and shoots at us. Usually I would wake up way before this point in a scary dream but I stayed awake enough to see the bullet fly through allen and then tart to hit my arm. I wake up extremely quickly and I was super frightened.

I was at work and for some reason I had decided to leave. Allen and I met us at a really modern movie theater. I had really good feelings towards him but for some reason I wanted some alone time so I told him I was gonna go see a chick flick and that he could go spin the staff and we would met up later. He kissed me on my forehead and said okay. We parted ways. I suddenly realized that I was wearing an EXTREMELY sexy outfit, fishnets, booty shorts, and a sports bra. I looked hot as hell and I could tell that everyone was looking at me. The security at the movie theater told me that I didn’t have to pay and that I could skip the line. I was stoked. I decided to get a pretzel and cheese. I walked into a movie and sat down. It seemed like I watched the whole movie in the matter of two minutes. I have no idea what it was about. I left the theater and decided to walk back to work. I was shocked to see that no one was working and the front doors were open. The place was packed with customers. I got really anxious and started to help people. There was a super annoyed guy waiting in line to get a loan on a gun. I was helping him as fast as I could and I kept calling out for todd to help me .