non-lucid

I had many dreams last night, many dreams which I realize kind of all faded and looped into each other. So it was more like one long and changing dream, fading in and out of states of awareness. (which made it seem like separate dreams.) The past two nights though I distinctly remember telling myself I knew I was dreaming and became aware of my intention for several years now to lucid dream but then I became more lucid in my body and I assume I lost dream control or awareness.

Fragment: Lorenz was here with me and we were traveling downtown. I think I actually met her downtown. She was very nervous about something, and part of the time spent at this large school type environment although it was built and looked much different than mine or any real one in my dream. It was more castle like and large, like a private school or collage, with terraces and fancy architecture, etc. The coast of Lake Michigan was right next to the left or right side depending, how you looked at it, of the school. Again, Lorenz acted much more nervous than she did in reality or that I could ever remember her acting. There was some performance and many people watching and I remember I had to perform too. There was much more imagery but it all isn’t coming back to me. Anyways, there was a lot of anticipation, not all bad, in it.
I also feel like a cafeteria was also a part of this dream. Sometimes, I dream of cafeteria’s and having to order food or serve food or sit and eat in one. etc, etc

I’ve had similar dreams with swimming, and swim meets, although I was never a swimmer in my life. I have had dreams of swimming in large pools or having to swim and race in dark, and dangerous, scary oceans. I feel like this performing or anticipation greatly relates to the above little scene in my dream.

And then later on I ran into Sherry. Sherry was wearing a dress that was much different but kind of like what I was wearing and she criticized me for this, asking how I could wear it and why, assuming that I knew what she would plan to wear. She was kind of cold and distant, but for some reason I gave her a ride home anyways. She was mean actually, and had kind of become mean to me in real life. As has everyone actually.
This was actually supposed to be my high school however it was on the North Side, probably because of the times I have went up to visit and hang with Fela or go to a party. I was talking to Sherry and a boy I somehow knew.

Fragment: I was a kid and I was playing with a group of other kids. We were roller blading in this hilly environment. There were many pathways and as we were roller blading the sidewalk curved and made sharp turns or was blocked by buildings or other things you can imagine would block a child’s path while rollerblading, like grass. Then, we we skating and trying to hide from somebody. I think there were cops or parents or people looking for us with lights so we were trying to escape them. I think there were vague characters I could remember and sense as people from my life but couldn’t pin point anyone by face or name. All just vague representations I knew were representations of people but what people, I cannot say. We were having fun.

Fragment: It began that we were on a ship and it was speeding so fast I was so scared. I was so scared because I thought something bad would happen and to be in open water like that scared the shit out of me. Mom was with me for this part and she was comforting and assuring and made me feel safe. There might have been someone who reminded me a lot of a teacher I once had named (?) and he taught Math and Guitar. There was some sort of talent show while we were still on the ship and I thought it was really stupid and felt uncomfortable especially watching this fashion show that several girls put on. 6 of them fell or something. I remember that there was 6 of them that fell down. Some were black. After that, I guess we must have landed and everyone started walking towards wherever we were going in a large group, lots and lots of people were here together. Some of us knew each other. I stayed by my dad and I felt very protective of him here. I worried about him and wanted to save him as suddenly there were intense rain clouds but it seemed like it was going to be really bad weather. Like very dangerous weather. This dream was like the earlier one in that there was still a lot of rushing and I was running again as fast as I could but it wasn’t fast enough like always. Dad was running with me too. (This image and awareness of me running has occurred a lot in the past few nights in my dreams.) I have sometimes been jogging outside in my waking life and have had similar attitudes toward my performance. I am pumping my arms to and pushing my legs to try to go as fast as I can and I worry why I can’t go as fast as others my age or older or even younger. Again, there were some males I could vaguely understand and remember as representations but their identities did not come into awareness in the dream. Although, I could see one boy who looked and reminded me a lot of Mike Tr. at one point. We knew where we were going but I can’t remember or didn’t know so much that I could name or describe it for you, only that I could see it wasn’t that far away. It was walkable distance, which is why the ship docked at a pier not far away or something. There was water we had to cross, and there was quite a bit of walking imagery. I remember wanting to go back because although we were trying to get to shelter, I worried that if something bad happened we would need to get back to the ship and flee. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to my dad but everyone else seemed to chilled out and relaxed in spite of the weather. I think that the place we were going to might have become the animal welfare from the next dream. Next dream...

(I felt like this part of my dream had lots of parts that were really like a second school I attended in LaGrange with many problem kids.)

Last Dream Fragment: Then, all of a sudden, I dreamt I was at the local Animal Welfare where I volunteer. And my friend Ashley was there. That was where we were walking to. There were many rooms and confusing pathways, just like our welfare league.
I think I saw Lorenz there again, but I know for certain I saw Ashley there.
A woman who reminded me of the young, blonde character on Grey’s Anatomy which I think I dreamt of only because it was a hospital type setting. Towards the very end, these two grown women who held some sort of authority at the hospital and were in charge of some higher up type stuff sat in a room and talked to Ashley and I. They appeared very nice in the room and pleasant and polite, however afterwards I overheard them making rude comments about Ashley and I. Especially something about Ashley’s resume and this welfare had a very strong resemblance to representing a hospital I once spent some time at. One of the women said something like but not quite exactly, “ How can we (or), Who will hire her? Look at her resume, she spent a lot of time at our own school here in the corner.” And I didn’t hear them say here in the corner but in the imagery I saw a corner which was the school just like the building in Lemont which served as a school. I was angry at them for feeling like she and I were being made fun of and really felt the urge to stick up for her. Ashley gave me a book which said something about best friends. I felt stuck in this place. It was busy and hectic as always. The same nurse who looked like (First Name-Kathryn?) Hiegel ? maybe her name, from Grey’s Anatomy, diagnosed me with something out of nowhere. Something she said came from a friend she said she saw visit me with a beard. I think it made me feel bad and worry. It had a name.

To end; in regular day to day life, I've been having much luck at least in reality checks due to the fact that I have been sometime convinced I am actually in a lucid dream in reality but I don't want to be actually convinced of that of course. I have thought sometimes that my dreams and my waking up from my night have actually been a string of false awakenings. I'm not sure if this will help me achieve a lucid dream or not, for I am trying to just keep it as a possibility and question it, but not believe it.

Doser?! Is that you? (non-lucid)

I am in a department store with a friend. We walk near the help desk and hear someone say a large, deformed man is looking for someone.

We turn around and walk the other way when a huge man walks out from a door. I try not to make eye contact but he must have been 8 foot and heavy set. He was wearing sweats and had some light facial hair. No deformity.

We keep walking when I women said "So you guys want to go to heave?". "Uh...ok" I say. She responds with "Just how wild a ride you looking for? Follow me and place your money in the mailbox."

We follow her down some dark steps and into the parking garage. The dream becomes real vivid. We keep going down even further to a basement. I lose my friend. "Where'd you go, Jim?" I yell. The women said "He's dead and you're next." She points a gun at me and then runs back up the steps.

Then, in real life, my fan fell from my window and scared the holy guacamole out of me. I woke up.

I didn't put a lot of effort into recall today.

I did attempt a WILD after 6 hours of sleep. I wanted to test whether it was better for me to do one with the WBTB or to do them separate. The verdict remains to keep them separate. I didn't slip into HI at all! Although I did experience some intense SP, complete with shaking, flashing lights behind my eyelids and even some noises... I tried floating and rolling and visualizing and after all that, I was still awake.

Verdict: Better for me to split them up. I prefer having the HI and just working on the balancing act between sleep and consciousness.

July 24, 2010
Another crap McDonalds dream
I recall working with the hashbrowns again, at McDonalds, and Maxwell (ex-bf) being there.

Well, last night I had four dreams which I remember. However, only in one (the last one) can I remember what happened and what it felt like. It's all non-lucid, but I got pretty close.

Background knowledge: around once a year, I go to America with my brother ('J') to see some family members - my grandfather (from now on 'G'), and my cousins (only one is in the dream - 'E')

I had just arrived in America with my little brother (although my mum wasn't with us), and saw E. She looked nothing like she does in real life, however. If that wasn't strange enough, the airport which we had just arrived at (in America) was my school - in England. We walked outside and entered a strange building made from orange steel cylindrical bars, so each room looked like a prison cell. There was very little light. J commented that my school had a strange repair facility (?). We then walked past a cell, in which was imprisoned a young, blond member of my school (whom I did not recognise). We then left the strange building.

We were back in natural sunlight. I have no memory of seeing J after that.

E and I walked into a car park. We entered a large black car. She went in the passenger seat, and I went into the back.

At this point, I attempted my first in-dream Reality Check. I bite my arm and feel nothing. I also hold my nose, and continue breathing. Just as I am about to conclude that this is a dream and become lucid, the driver (G) turns around, revealing himself to be a character with a face not unlike the clown from Stephen King's 'It'. This surprised me enough to wake me up.

Waking up so close to lucidity was a massive disappointed, but at least there's always tonight.

I look out my bedroom window and find that there is debris from a storm covering my front lawn, and a horse is sitting where the mailbox should be. I run downstairs into the garage, but I can't find the opener near the door, so I run to the other end, where another opener is, and I find a dead squirrel on it. I yell and run back inside.

*Time Lapse*

I'm outside with my family looking at the damage from the storm, and I am eating something. Some dogs start coming into our yard, and my sister says it's because their owners never fed them. Soon, there are people who are acting like dogs that approach us, and we run inside to escape the zombie-dog-people.

regular dreams: 7-24-10

The Ghost

I don't remember all the details to this dream since I didn't write it down right after I woke up so some of this might be guessing.

I had a picture of something that someone gave me... I'm not sure what it was. I think it was painted by Charlie, who was now dead. I remember being really scared, like I just needed to get this picture off my hands. In one part of the dream, I appeared to be in a house with my mom and sister. It was haunted by the ghost of this Charlie person. I didn't believe in ghosts, but I started to change my mind throughout the course of this dream(until I woke up). I remember in one scene me and my sister were in this really small bedroom with plain white walls and a bed. On the floor there was a doll that appeared to be walking. It freaked me out and I knew that it was the ghost of Charlie.

There was a lot more to this dream and it was really scary but I forgot most of it..


Criss Angel At My Door

Criss Angel and his manager were going around the block and ringing people's doorbells to give them fliers for something. Criss came to my door quite often, and I was really excited because I wanted to talk to him. But when he came over, all he did was say like one thing to me and then leave before I got a chance to talk to him. Then his manager came up to me and gave me this orange brochure.. I don't know what it was for but I don't think it related to Criss in any way..


Huge Theater

Me and my friends were at a screening of the Hannah Montana movie(who knows why..). I even think that I was hanging out with some of the people from the show The Buried Life. It wasn't even opening day but the theatre was packed. We were in this HUGE theatre. It was like 6 times the size of a normal one and the screen stretched all the way above our heads, like an IMAX theatre, only bigger, but the seats were all on the same level of ground, instead of a normal theater with seats on different levels. I wanted to sit close to the front but we ended up sitting in the back. Apparently it didn't matter though, because when a preview came on, it was amazing how we could see everything perfectly from the back row. It was really cool, even if it was a Hannah Montana movie. After the preview, the screen went black again. The actual movie was going to start in about 5 minutes. I started walking around and then saw Nikky, sitting by a bunch of random people. I saw a bunch of open spaces in the middle, where the seats were wooden(or maybe the seats were wooden everywhere..). I asked her if she wanted to sit in the middle with me and she agreed. I wondered why she would even want to see this movie... I woke up before the movie started.

[Dream in blue.]
[Lucid in red.]
[Nightmare in pink.]
[Non-dream in normal.]



I'm going to start making more of an effort, I swear. Although, I've had around 4 lucids lately. Forgotten them now, but ah, well. I had a stressful few weeks.

The last dream I recall clearly was one I had a few days ago. I was a mom, with a daughter of 6 or 7 months. I was fiercely protective of her, although, she had no name that I recall (Lennie? Maybe??). I had to keep changing her, but I didn't mind.

Her diapers were made of Lavitera leaves - a plant I'm allergic to - but even that didn't stop me.

I left her with Joy, our neighbour, briefly, and rushed to her side when I got back.

I was so attached and when I woke up I almost cried. Spent the next two days longing to be a mother.

I'm 17. Wtf!

I slept at my cousin's house tonight. I did not have a lot of sleep. but I do remember one distinct dream.

I appeared on the deck to my grandma's house. Oddly, this time, it was in the back of the house. I remember this was the reunion of my mom's family. I saw everyone there, going in and out of the house. To get in the house, they walked through the wall. There was also a grill on the deck. It seemed to be a mix of my grandma's deck and my pop's deck. I saw my aunt, and she tried to punch me. I luckily blocked it. She told me that she was preparing me. Who knows what that means.

Everyone was eating at the table, and I said I was not hungry. Everybody gave me the death.

I appeared in my room, and I watched TV for a while. My room was somehow in my grandma's house. My closet was exactly the same.. Even everything inside. I decided to clean it. My cousin who doesn't exist was in my room. It was hot out, because I remember he was shirtless. Oddly, he was wearing long pants. I ignored him. My mom came into the room, although it was locked, and she yelled at me. I closed the door. My cousin refused to leave, so I continued to clean out my closet.

I sat in the back seat to the right. My mom sat on the left side and my dad probably at the driver's seat to the left. It was pretty dark outside. My brother was in the car too I think. We stopped next to a girl/woman which was a mess. I opened my door and asked her if she needed help. She didn't respond. I noticed her hands were tied behind her back with some cheap wire. She was a mess. Then a crazy man ran to us and I figured she had been raped and had fled. The man was bald and totally nuts. He looked kind of like a Nazi and he had a knife or some weapon. I think my brother and dad ran out to distract him. They ran in a circle behind the car.
I acted. My mom didn't do a thing. I climbed over her and then jumped into the driver's seat. I managed to get the car going. I drove left and turned so I faced the mad man. He ran towards me. I drove forward and he bounced up on the windshield and landed on the roof.

The next dream was set at the same place. Will and I were going to take a bus (I've been at his place on "Öland" for a week and we took the bus.) but we realized that very late. There was a big stair like in Rocky when he trains and then the bus was between two small hills with trees on. We saw the bus and Will said like "Isn't that our bus?" and I was like "Yeah, shit!" and we ran. I did something with my feet so I could "slide" down the stairs and then I gained a lot of momentum so I "flew" over a big table down the stairs and then I had to turn right to the bus. Will made it there before me so we were safe.

I also had a cool first person CS game with some friends. It wasn't really CS but it was awesome. They were much more experienced than me. I did something awesome though. I balanced a thing which was going to crush you in the beginning (hard to explain) and ran with that thing. Like walking with a ladder. I looked like a transformer. Well a lot of pretty cool and strange fighting scenes. I had a cool knifing fight.
I told one of the guys earlier that I had dreamed about him and that he had been awesome in the dream (not sex). I had that dream a couple of days earlier and he had sat in a corner of a aircraft and shot like 6 people in the head with a pistol. Then I told him that in this dream...
Later in the CS dream I was going to remake the game but I was too noobish. Another game started. It was Diablo related. It told a story and it was really lame but still cool that I created it (It was pictures with speech). It was a little boy and his father talking. The father told the little boy that he could play high up in a tree or something. The boy said that mom didn't want him to play up there. The father told him it would be their secret. The boy smiled and climbed up. Then in the next picture he was all like he had been dead for 20 years(zombie) and was hanging by the throat between two branches. His mom and dad were the same and his mother became demon like and had claws. She raged and and turned the father into a beast. A werewolf. That's how the werewolves lore played out in my mind.

ok this was my second night of journaling, I remembered way more... so much that I'll just give a brief overview. I'm not really sure which parts were part of the same dream cause I remember waking up a few times in between.

1) Remember smoking pot with a high school friend and then him taking me to a sports club in the town I grew up in. He has organized 2 sets of twins for us to have sex with and so we do but it's not an intense experience more like just a third person experience or something with no sensation. Later I remember us having had a meal and I had to do the dishes under an outside faucet. Then we leave and go to another part of town which is in another country - could have been India. Lots of kids crowd around us and an adult throws me in the back of the head with a rock, it doesn't hurt so I just let it pass. I walk down a corridor with two of my other school friends until we get to a certain point where the one leading tells the other friend that he can't come any further. I get the feeling we're going to a room where we can get crack. (all these friends are from my drug addicted teen years). I either wake up or can't remember anymore.

2) I travel from the same sports club with the 1st friend complaining how expensive that sports club is. My Father is there and this is the place (in my dream) where he hangs out so I feel like I'm dissing him and his friends.

3) I'm at my childhood home and lots of my extended family are there, at some point they are kicking a soccer ball around in the living room. I notice some other random kid form my high school years is also there. I notice that I am in my underwear so I grab a blanket and go to my parents room to sort out some clothing issues. My father is sleeping in his room and I try not to wake him. At some point I'm in the living room and I have an argument with my aunt about ADD. She says that rittalin is a good thing and I argue telling her that ADD kids are special and that they just can't fit in a classroom situation because they were never meant to, they were meant to be great explorers and hunters and fighter pilots (I really said that)

4) At some point I notice my brother in law has the same total 90 soccer boots as me and has a matching tracksuit

#953:
Date: July 20th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

I'm at a friend's house (although it looks nothing like it does in real life), and just sort of sitting around in his room doing nothing. After a while, sitting on his bed, I look out a window to my right, at a sort of small garden. Suddenly, from the bottom of my line of vision to the outside, a creepy, demented-looking clown face rotates into view (eg, like a piece of paper that was flat on a table, then rotated until it was vertical). It freaks me out, but after a short moment, it disappears.

<Unsure about this part...> I think I spend the night there, sleeping on the same bed I was sitting on. I wake up in the morning, and look out the window, concerned that the clown face will appear again. It does, but once again it disappears. I wait a little, and it shows up again. I somehow come to the conclusion that it's just somebody blowing bubbles (...that look like clown faces...?), which is why the faces keep disappearing (popping). I feel relieved that it's not something worse.

At this point, I think I become somewhat lucid (though not extremely aware, either). I talk to my friend, and I think say something about this being a dream. Soon after, a kind of oval-shaped portal appears in one of the walls, and through I can see a beautiful coastline (I'm not sure if I was the one to create the portal or not). After talking a little more with my friend, I feel the dream starting to fade out, and I tell my friend that I need to leave quickly. I step through the portal, and find myself outside, under a beautiful blue sky, near the ocean. I walk down a sort of sand dune, and find myself on a sort of rocky beach. I look down at the water, and in some small, clear pools, I see tadpoles swimming around. Impressed with how vivid everything is, I keep walking and just looking around. I think the dream faded out after that, because I don't remember much else.



#954:
Date: July 21st, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

A pretty blurry, confused dream, can't recall that much from it.

I'm in some kind of building in a small, medieval town. Someone else is with me, I guess a friend. We've apparently just unleashed some kind of dangerous force, which is pursuing us (I can feel it right behind us, in the other room). We sprint out the building, which I think is on fire as we try to get out. Once outside, we realize that we have to leave the town quite soon, or risk getting killed. However, I seem to have one last thing to do, and head towards a small cathedral.

I step inside, and it looks more like a wooden barn than a cathedral. I don't quite recall what I did, but I accidentally summoned some sort of demon (it was described in text, somehow, as a "godless demon" or "nameless demon," or something like that). It seems enraged, and lunges towards me. I quickly run out of the cathedral, and I think it burns down, too. That's about all I remember.

Ok so this one is pretty pathetic really, my first night of trying to remember what I dreamed and journal it and this is all I got.

I dreamed about golf, I know right? I remember it was a fairly long dream I can remember waking up and remembering the whole dream working from the last thing I remember to the first thing that happened. I wake up and all I can remember is that I played golf.

I then proceeded to have a bunch of small dreams about remembering the first one (which I did't remember in the morning)

P.S. I'm really not that into golf anyway

23.07.2010

SGO and Dream Recall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Definitely, not one of my best nights!!! I only recalled three dreams, but mostly fragments.

Second:

I was on my computer, doing some SGO stuff. My IRC client appeared to be working badly. For some unknown reason, I removed myself from a channel managed with the bot Chip. I was not able to rejoin this channel or register on it again. For some reason I forgot the name of the channel. A guy asked me if his work improved.

The scenary changed and I was talking with my wife about how to recall dreams and spot dream sigs. My wife told me, "Black horses with green dots" I asked her why that, I did not recognize it as a dream sign. She told me that I always dreamed with green stuff. She mentioned something about food for her own recall.

Missed dream signs:
- My wife recalling a dream sign. She does never remember her dreams.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.

I dreamed that we had gone to visit some family friends. It was a small house, and a small family that lived in it. They were a middle aged, married couple with two kids, a son, about 12, and a daughter, who was about 10. We took an elevator to their apartment. I was with my family. We were all pretty excited, for some reason, talking quite lively and not a hint of horror or pain.
As the elevator started climbing, I saw the door through which we had entered the little enclosed box below, and was replaced by a concrete wall. On each floor, there was a separate door to get out of the elevator. But between the floors, there was nothing to see but solid concrete. Our acquaintances' house was on floor 13. Yes. Floor Number 13, the unlucky one. I didn't find that the least significant, however. I remember, on the wall between the 12th and the 13th floors, I saw a dried out, but still distinguishable red liquid, that ran either down from up, or up from down on the the wall between the two floors. It was technically a vertical, horribly noticeable column of red liquid that ran the entire length of the wall. I found that odd, but didn't ponder upon it too much. The electronic display on the top of the elevator displayed 13, and we slowed down to a halt. The elevators door creaked open, by itself. I didn't find that odd, either, disregarding it as modern technology. There was only one apartment on this floor. I could see a door made of brown, polished wood, with golden handles. There was a little golden plate on the top portion of the door, which marked the number of the apartment. Guess which? You got it right, Apartment 13.
I suddenly became aware of an unpleasant feeling. It was the oddest thing I had ever felt. It was as if the temperature had suddenly dropped to zero. As if by stomach was fighting to digest something particularly nasty. I felt weird. That was not all. I could also sense someone, or perhaps something, standing right behind me. Only, I couldn't see, hear, or feel it. But I was pretty sure that there WAS something, something more sinister than bad luck, that resided on this floor.
My family was still blissfully unaware of the situation we were in. They didn't detect the slightest bit of change, nothing. They just talked merrily, each absorbed in his or her own discussion. I rang the bell, hoping that it would be better if we came inside. We could hear someone's hasty footsteps inside, and then a more heavy set of feet coming towards the door. As I waited in apprehension, the sound got louder. Finally, I heard a soft click, and saw the handle turn.
I saw a middle aged man, dressed in a white shirt, faded blue jeans, black, highly polished boots, and red sweater. It was the middle of July. How THE hell can this man wear a sweater in such hot weather? Then again, it was not at all impossible given the chilly atmosphere around me. He was wearing a ring on his hand, a black diamond set in platinum. I could sense nothing weird, or nothing evil about this man. He looked, and felt normal.
He greeted us warmly, shaking hands with each of us. He then invited us to the living room, where a cozy fire was burning. Definitely odd. We all took seats around the room. I was sitting in a red, plush sofa. It was the softest thing I had ever sat on. Whoever this guy was, he sure was well-to-do. A few moments later, his wife, also middle-aged, came inside. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, with a beautiful red rose embedded on the top left of the dress, right above her bosom. She looked incredibly beautiful, far less than her age. She greeted us all warmly too, and sat down beside me. I found it extremely uncomfortable, even though I had no idea who this peculiar family was, or how we came to know them. The ladies started generally talking about well, ladies stuff, and the men started on about politics and work.
I was a little left out. The mother felt that, perhaps, for she called her two children to take me to their room and 'familiarize with me'. Only the brother came out. He was tall for his age, well built, and with a face that would be exquisitely handsome in a few years. He greeted me respectably, and then asked me to come to his room. I accepted the offer, having nothing better to do.
He led me through a small corridor. Towards the right, there was a door. It was all black, an odd choice for a kid's room. He opened the door, and led me inside.
As soon as I crossed the border of the the room, each and every nerve in my body screamed in protest. NO!, my instincts shouted. You have to get out of here, fast! Can't you feel it? This sense, this presence. Just get out of here. As soon as possible. Yes, my subconscious was probably right. I should have run like hell when I had the chance. But that would be rude, and bad manners was something neither me, nor my family could tolerate. Disregarding it all, again, as aftereffects of the horror movie I had watched last night, (I did remember the name of the movie in the dream, though, but forgot it upon wakening.) I gritted my teeth and moved inside.
The room was even more chilly than the rest of the house. I looked out of the tiny window on the wall opposite to the door, and was that it was raining. Yes, raining, in the middle of July, and in the middle of a desert. I didn't find that weird, too. (Props to my reality checking. -_-) The next thing I remember, I was playing a first person shooter game with the brother, whose name was, ironically, Max.



After a while, another person came in. It was the daughter. She looked exactly like the girl in the Silent Hill movie. Quiet, and threatening in a, well, quiet manner. There was something weird about that girl. She held out her hand for me to shake. I was a little hesitant, but I told my instincts to either nut up or shut up.
I shook her hand. It was as cold as ice, or colder. It was, rather, as cold as death. She was very pale, as if she hadn't seen daylight in years. She gives me a stare, a calculating stare. Rather annoyed, I go back to the game. Now, she is INSIDE the game! Wtf?
Big letters come up on the screen. 'Kill or be killed.' I get scared, and start shooting that girl. She avoids each and every one of my bullets. Max looks really worried. 'Now you've done it.', he says, and runs out of the room. I follow him. He screams out the whole story to his parents, who jump up in panic. I learnt that the daughter was haunted, and attacked people who offended her, sometimes killing them. The only way to get her to stop was to kill her within the game.
So we all go inside the game, where there is a forest. It was pitch black. The girl is flying at us out of thin air, scaring us to bits. We find shelter in a little room. There are heavy weapons and heavy armor inside.



Jackpot. I put on a futuristic black armor and take a sniper, and head out with a pistol in the other hand.



As soon as I open the door, I wake up.

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.