East of East St. Louis

I am on a school bus and sitting towards the back. It was snowing out and already there was a couple of inches of snow on the ground. It's also dark out.

A person gets on the bus and is dressed in a shiny, plastic red superhero suit. It has a red and orange theme and a lightning bolt on his chest. He sits behind the bus driver, like an aid or a "bad kid."

He stands up and says "Hello, everyone. I'm going to help you get off the bus. I'll get off first so that you won't sleep."

I don't trust him. I think he's going to hurt me.

I try to get off the bus before he does. I shove him to the side and try to scramble off the bus as fast as I can. He follows right behind me, yelling angry insults.

I unlock the front door and go inside my grandmother's house. The man outside is hammering on the door and yelling "Open up the fucking door!"

I try to find a weapon of some kind and a phone, and the man continues to scream at me.

I woke up before he could get in.

I am ridingon the school bus, talkingto someone about something. Iaccidently get off too soon, and I start to walk home. Along the way I see a tall, abandoned house. I start to feel uneasy, and I continue to walk. I get onto the porch and knockon the front door. The door opens and a dead looking girl/ghost opens it and scoops me into a hug. This girl is not one I am afraid of, it's the other, the teacher ghost.

The little girl ghost takes my hand and shows me around her house - a decaying, condemned mess. This one is harmless - I'm not scared. She gives me a big hug, and then changes from the sweet little girl to a cruel school teacher.

She drags me back onto the porch, telling me she had best never find me in there again. She starts with an ordinar school lesson, which I do good at. I eventually leave, and walk past a large boulder. A fragment of it breaks off and some dust gets in my eye. I pick up a small stone. On it there is a date. 10/8/10.

I continue to walk and finally get home. Thhere is a woman there I don't know, and definetly don't trust. She talks to my mother, and says how she's going to introduce her to her family. Which are aliens. (How I know this, I'm not sure.)

The next day I am on the bus, and we are being taken to someplace on a field trip. A bunch of other, evil aliens have put us on the bus to take us to a murder machine they have made.

I have in my hand the rock with the date, and realize that that's today. I clutch it tightly in my hand.

I realize something is wrong before all hell breaks loose, and try to get to the back of the bus. This was smart, because as soon as I do a conveyer belt starts up, and people are put on it. They seem like they're in a hypnotic state. The conveyer belt leads to a swirling void.

I'm put on the conveyer belt with other people, but we're still able to talk and stuff. People ask me how I knew this was going to happen, what I have in my hand. I'm too scared to talk.

The other aliens I mentioned that were talking to my mother appeared. They did something to shut down the void, and then the conveyer belt. The evil aliens screamed in rage and then vanished.

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

My Mother and I were in Downtown monroe, but a taller, more live Downtown Monroe. Mom and I had stopped at a gas station to get air in our tire and gas, of course. I told my Mom that I had to go to the bathroom, so I started to run to a store that had one. I had to run down the road and past a Judge, a tall wooden stand that is across from him with a woman sitting at it.

"I can tell you all about a person from one look at them," The Judge says as I walk closer. A person walks between them to get to the crosswalk, and the Judge rattles off a little bit about the person. When I pass between them, he says "Teen Angst." I ignore him.

I go to a store and go into the bathroom. There's writing on the stall walls, and I'm tempted to scribble something down, but I don't have a pen and I'm fairly sure the janitors will just scrub it off anyway. So I don't, and I just leave the stall when I'm done. I leave the bathroom and start walking.

I keep having trouble writing down what happened. So I'll write down what I remember.

Claudia from Warehouse 13 was there. She had black fingernail polish on, and for some reason I was helping them because I knew the area we were in. I got black fingernail polish too, for some reason, and I ran to a magic shop that I couldn't go through the door, but I could open the top of the door and poke my head through. I got an odd circular thing, looking a bit like a miniature dream catcher. Claudia had one as well, and it allowed us to communicate with each other.

We were chasing after a guy, and there were ropes we had to hold onto and swing from. I was hanging onto a rope, and Claudia was in front of me, and the guy we were chasing was in front of us.

There was some kind of natural disaster and so, we had to leave by helicopter. After a short ride, we were dropped off at some kind of mall.

I instantly have to go to the bathroom. I find one and go into a stall, do my business, and go to the sink. There's a line, though, so I just look around in the bathroom. There's skylights, and through the window I can see cloudy grey sky and rain dropping down onto them. There's a man and his young son in the bathroom, talking quietly. I'm not sure what they're saying.

I go over to the sink and I notice there are hair catchers in all of them. I think this is odd, but I don't push more. I wash my hands and dry them and leave the bathroom, heading to the bookstore.

There's only a couple of people in there, and I'm looking for a book, but I can't remember the title. So I'm searching around, hoping I'll see the title I'm looking for.

I see a lot of books on vampires, and the supernatural, and stuff like that. I flip through them, don't have a lot of trouble reading them. They have a lot of pictures in them, and some are interesting. A woman dressed in purple with a mask on, a fog-covered bridge, a woman standing in a kitchen watching as an octopus attacks her sister.

I leave the bookstore, annoyed at not finding what I wanted, and pass six hispanic guys. The dream shifts from me to them.

They talk about this skit they have to do. One mentions that it might help boost morale and distract people. One guy doesn't really want to do it, but can't fault with his friend's arguments. They go to the food court, where a stage has been put up, and get into position.

The dream faded out and I woke up.

"When we find this woman," Agent Rossi says, "there are two ways she could be living. By pretending to be a rich gentleman in a developing country, or by living as a poor recluse in a state with lots of land or a country with lots of land. Howevever, she is not poor in any way. We need to find the people she mentioned in the letter and prepare - we don't want a repeat of last week." What happened last week, as I know in the dream, was a bomb went off in a crowded place and was accompanied by the threat of it happening again. Instead of the same thing happening again, they called in the BAU.

The dream speeds up and we are in a kind of bazaar/town. There are houses and things on one side, and stores and stuff on the other. A woman is yelling at the team from one side and flipping them off.

Rossi says something about how the people they're looking for respond to tarot cards.

They find the people after a long search. Twelve of them. There's a woman that I remember distinctly, a man that is an adulterer and a lech, and others that are hard for me to remember now.

The person that wanted them found wanted the BAU to do things to them - a bit like SAW. Except the woman behind it was supernatural, I think, and therefor a larger threat.

The adulterer was up first to be 'tested'. He had something fastened around a... body part, and if he thought unclean things about a woman he was in a room with, the... body part would be cut off. This would have been simple if he had kept his eyes shut and it had been a normal woman. It was not, however, a normal woman. It was a succumbus.

The man screamed in agony and the scene changed.

It was the beautiful blonde woman. She was a prostitute, a high class call girl, and was pointed to a cave. They had checked out everything in the cave, and saw no boobytraps or anything. She was probably a decoy, they thought.

They were wrong. The woman went into the cave and stood, but was then surrounded by phantoms. They looked like aristocrats, and they started to dance and drink and laugh. One of them, an old woman, took the call girl by the hand and started to dance, and as she did so the call girl started to age, screaming as she did so. Reid rushed in and as the phantoms saw him, they dissappeared. The call girl ran over to him, looking aged ten years.

They left the cave and debated continuing with the orders they'd been given. As they were doing this, an ambulance near them burst into flames. The driver was unable to get out and was screaming.

I was now somehow part of the dream, even though I'd been watching it like a movie for the majority of it. I was frantically trying to find a flame resistant suit or anything like it, and the driver was still screaming in the background.

I woke up before I could get into the ambulance.

There's a girl stuck in a glass box, unable to get out. However, she can cast astral projections of herself - and has sent one of them to find me. She asks me for help, and I gladly volunteer. I gather my Mom and a couple of my other friends and for some reason we can't fit in one car. So we take two, ready to free the girl and kick ass.

We find the place where the girl is being held. I go up to the glass and see the girl is terrified. "Don't break it!" my Mother tells me, keeping an eye out for bad guys. We don't see any, and I carefully go to the glass and place my hands on it. The glass melts away, and the girl gets out. She had a bad fear of glass - she'd fallen through a window once and had been badly scarred on her arms from it, and now she didn't like glass.

"Hurry up!" My Mom told me, and quickly we rushed to the car again. Our other friends had heard about some kind of supernatural fight thing going on, and so they had gone to help out while we helped the girl stuck in the glass.

We were on our way to the fight and my Mom said "Oh shit, we're almost out of gas. We're swerving off." We ended up doing this. The gas pumps were shaped oddly, and I got out to pump the gas. It took a short time and my Mom was yelling at me to get back in the car or she would leave without me. I had to lurch as quickly as I could over to the car and for a few minutes I was dragged along until I managed to get back into the car.

We were driving along a road at the bottom of a cliff of sorts, and above us were pretty houses that just felt wrong. Like they weren't normal. I mentioned this to my Mom.

"We'll have to check them out later," she said.

"I agree with her," the girl we rescued, who was in the backseat, said. "They don't seem right."

We finally got to where we were supposed to be. A huge fight was going on. There was a couple of dragons, too, and one person, being sneaky, slunk up behind the dragon and killed it. I was amazed at this.

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In the first dream I am in an odd place - almost like a futuristic petting zoo. It's part of a big mall and I know it's floating for some reason. But in any case, I'm petting the reptiles, the snakes in particular. It's pretty neat. At one point I have a snake wrapped around me, and I'm having fun. But I put the snake back and look around some more.

I find a place with a lot of water for some reason. As I'm wading through the water, I see someone jerking around and suddenly being dragged, screaming. Two more people follow, and I ask a DC why nobody is doing anything. "People don't come back if they do." he says, simply.

I have to try. For some reason, I have a weapon on me. I wade through the water and look through the hole people went through first before going in. I'm doing it quickly. I don't see anything, and I call out "Hello? Are you in there?"

"Yes!" comes a scared voice. "Yes, please help me!"

I slide through the small opening and look around. I'm in a bathroom. The prisoners are stuck in the stalls, and there's three of them.

I see what's coming, though. I grip the weapon and ready myself for it - it looks like some kind of alligator, but the tail is far too long and the teeth and muzzle too long, too. Worrying? I'd say so.

I have a gun and I fire at it. It's wounded, and I fire a few more rounds, trying to get at the head. Oddly, there's no blood, but I don't wait to stick around when it stops moving.

I go to the stalls and get the prisoners out. They're scared and weary, and it's two females and one male. We get out of there as fast as we can.

Man, I get a lot of water in my dreams. Maybe I just like taking showers?

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I'm wearing Hogwarts robes and getting ready for Hebrew Studies. I'm extremely nervous, and for some reason it's Snape that's teaching the class. As well, I'm sitting in the teacher's seat because there's no other seats - I think something blew up and destroyed a couple of chairs, so they're making do.

I keep looking at the page, and it just keeps changing on me. I keep thinking in the dream that I haven't been to class and this is why I'm so bad at this.

But the girls in the back row keep muttering to themselves. They glance over at each other, and Snape turns on them, growling insults. Something, however, is said to Snape that pisses him off, and he asks the class, flatly, "The kids that want a clear soda, go get one."

We all raise our hands and we all run out as fast as we can. I want to know what's going on, though, because the girls didn't seem quite right.

I ask a witch next to me to give me supersenses to hear what's going on. She shrugs and does - and the following scene happened in fricking comic book format.

The three girls change into some kind of shadow creepy creature. Snape snarrowed his eyes and pulled out his wand, waving it and starting to chant. The shadow creatures try to swarm around him, but he succeeds in scaring them off. The girls vanish, and we're allowed back into the room.

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The shadow things remind me of the creatures in John Dies At the End. Okay, I've been kinda obsessed with the book, so. It's fair that they'd show up in the book.

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I am looking through something and I find two small pocketknives. One is a blue color that changes to green in the right light, one is green that changes to blue in the right light. I hear someone behind me and I turn to look.

There's a man in the door and he looks like some kind of law-keeper. He looks like a cross between a sherrif and something out of the Robin-hood era stories. He says something about rats getting into the stores, me being the rat.

He pulls something out, a gun or a bow and arrow, I can't remember which, and aims it at me with intent to fire without even giving me an order to stand down or anything. I pull out the knife and think about attacking but it's handled for me.

A kid that can't be older than fourteen tackles the lawman. I toss one of the knives to the kid and take mine, lunging for the downed man. I press the knife to his neck, drawing lines of vivid red blood, but I can't find it in me to kill him. The kid and I get out as fast as we can.

There are stone walkways all around us, and below us as well. The boy gives some kind of call, and before I know it the walkways had dozens of people on them, the majority of which were men.

I see a person from Criminal Minds - Garcia. I tell her what's happening - some kind of arena type fight will be going on, and I'm one of the fighters. Our little merry band of misfits has been trying to put a stop to it, but for some reason I must compete.

Next I know I'm in the arena, fighting another person from Criminal Minds - a young Hotchner. For some reason my mind seems to realize that this isn't quite right, and he keeps switching between a young Rossi and a young Hotchner. (Like, fourteen or so.)

Rotchner's swinging an ax and I try to keep my distance, since I know that that's really the best idea. Not much defense against an ax. Eventually it becomes stuck in the ground and I attack, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

The dream got very confusing after that. I was in a house that looked filthy and had these other mean looking children in it, and the knives came back into the dream, where the boy and I were trying to figure out whose knife belonged to who.

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not really coherent dream, although it was very vivid. I don't think I did a good job describing it, because my mental state isn't all that good right now and I had some unfortunate things happen yesterday/early morning. I don't know the people on this site yet all that well so I don't know how much people would want to hear.

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Dream #1

My Mom has a favor for me to do - take some stuff over to Ms. Norma's apartment. I took the box and walked over to her apartment, although it looked more like a house. They showed me around and it reminded me a little of Mrs. McBee's house. I looked out the window (somehow the scenery had changed, and I was looking out at a kind of swampy-woodsy-wood walkway type thing instead of a street. After I talked Mrs. Norma and took a tour of their house/apartment I started walking home.

The next thing I knew I was in a van with four people - two men leering at me and I'm scared. I managed to get out of the van and I start running. I find a restaurant/bar I know and go in, and start asking around, determined and becoming a bit like hardboiled noir detective. I'm starting to get some information when my Mom comes into the restaurant. She and I start to walk home (... no, don't know why) and I admire the woods as we walk.

I point out to my mom that there is a wolf looking at us. Then I notice there are two. Three, four, five... There's a pack of wolves around us.

They're talking wolves. My Mom and I start to talk to them - it looks more like a pack of dogs being led by a wolf than anything. At the least they don't look like full-bred wolves. They walk us home and I scritch them a little, amused by some of the less shy ones.

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Dream #2

I am in the aisle seat of a bus, which I hate. It looks like a school bus, and I'm going off to college. We're cutting through what looks like a mall - there's a thriftshop, a jewelry store, a few other things. The bus stops eventually and I get out, nervous and going into the library when I can. This is also the site of my first class, being taught by my old economics teacher, Mr. Davidson.

Within a few minutes of the class I have to pee. The teacher has already told us that we can't leave the class. I start to squirm and a man asks me what the problem is. I say, utterly embarassed, that I have to pee. The man leaves and I sit there, trying to focus on the lesson.

The man comes back and says "You've got ten seconds. Hurry up." and I quickly thank him and rush off, searching for a bathroom. For some reason there aren't any 'male/female' signs on the doors, and when I figure that out, I go in and discover there are no stalls. More than one toilet, but no stalls. I find some people in them and, startled and embarassed, rush out.

I find a room with a single toilet and take care of business. I ended up leaving the room and trying to find my way back to the classroom, but before I could, I woke up.

dream lucid talking about the dream, but not part of the dream story

First dream of last night -

My family and I were at Denny's and I was showing off a couple of Apps for my iPod. I showed one about food to my Mom, who was supremely skinny. She said the sushi looked good and pulled a pair of chopsticks out of somewhere and reached into the picture and pulled out some of the sushi. I realized this wasn't possible and thought "Oh my god, I'm dreaming!" The ensuing excitement woke me up.

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Second dream of last night -

first it started up a third person p.o.v and I was looking at song lyrics for a new Rasputina cd. They talked about this house, it was haunted and bad things had happened there. Then it was like I was watching videos of the stuff that had happened. there were a lot of turtles involved. and breaking lightbulbs.

A couple of other people and myself went to the place. When we got there we were told a bit about stuff that had happened.

In the dream I was a character I role-play. Some others and myself - four including me - went to the creepy house. We walked around first - it seemed like a hotel of sorts. Then I spotted a light flickering on and off like a signal. We went and found a secret passageway with cramped stairs going up, and we came to a place that looked like a jungle. There were wooden walkways and we followed them. To our right was a wide river and a walkway leading up to it and to the front of us was another river. We went to the river in front of us.

In the middle of the river was a big light that gave off heat, at one point making water shoot up into the air. I didn't want to go in at first, but one of the boys in our group went into the water and said it was fine, so we all went in, myself last.

I was looking around and there were these glass display cabinets with runes in them. They had the English translation of them, and at one point they told my (character's) beginning/ horrible thing that happened that made them the way they are. I turned to the other girl in the group and said to her "You want to know about me? Here." and waded away, annoyed.

There were now shelves on either side of the river holding beads and clay. I didn't really touch them but other people did. I saw a miniature clay loom and piano. We were starting to see more people, and it turned into a supermarket type setting, but there was still water around my legs. I got separated from my group and started looking for them. I saw a little girl, also lost, and for some reason it really made me sad, seeing this lone little girl. At this same time I heard "Playboy Mommy" by Tori Amos play over the speaker in the grocery store.

At that point I woke up because my Mom was calling me. I still had "Playboy Mommy" playing in my head.

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Part of this is understandable - I can even pick out stuff that happened from the day before. My Grandparents took me to Denny's for dinner, I listened to 'Playboy Mommy' the day before, and of course I was looking at iPod apps. Some I'm not sure.