dream fragment

So when I first recall the dream, I am with a group of my friends about to enter into a house. It looks perfectly normal on the outside: a standard, middle-class American house, painted a medium blue in color and two stories. I am unsure why we are going inside, but I am with my friends so I follow them on in.

Coming inside I find us in what seems to be an exceptionally long hallway with only the way we came in and another door that continues on into the home. My friends quickly run through the next door, leaving me behind. Running to catch up with them, I'm surprised to find that when I follow through the door they are no where in the room, and I come upon a kitchen. It's completely void of life and when I holler for my friends I get no response. Concerned, I turn back around and go back through the door that I had just entered through.

However, to my dismay, I am not back in the hallway. Now I'm in a bathroom and there is a girl sitting on top of the toilet cover, a laptop in her lap as she steadily types away. I'm highly confused at this point and attempt to speak with her, asking her where my friends are, but she seems to blatantly ignore me and continues typing on her keyboard. I leave her to go through the door I entered once more and find myself in yet another room. I am steadily freaking out at this point, quickly running through doors and rooms to try to find my friends and get myself out of that house. Occasionally I come across people but they act as if I do not exist at all and ignore any interaction.

I run quickly through as many doors as I can, and I finally come across a door that looks different, this one painted entirely black as opposed to the plain wooden doors that made up all the others. I reach for the knob and slowly open the door. Just as I open it all the way, an external force in reality awakens me and draws me from the dream.

So the dream started off normal and very ordinary. I was originally at what seemed to be a lecture hall of sorts filled with about fifty people or so. I was here with one of my convention friends, he and I simply sitting there chatting about non-important things.

Suddenly the situation begins to escalate quickly. Another girl that I vaguely knew suddenly came into the room and grabbed the hand of my friend, quickly muttering something about "needing to get out now." Not explaining anything to me, she and the other occupants of the room began exiting in a chaos almost, leaving me as the last to exit.

When I left the room the environment was absolutely different from what I expected. It suddenly appeared as a very old country town, with the majority of the homes being made of logs and old, antique wood. The first person I came across had a very demonic aura to her, and was not a face that I could fathom or recognize. Coming quickly up to me she tried grabbing at me with clawed fingers but I ran away screaming from her.

As it turns out, there was a group of these evil beings that seemed out to kill me. No matter how hard I kept hiding in different spots they kept showing up to claw at me and trying to murder me. Eventually I hid under a sort of gap between a porch and the ground, thinking I was safe. I hid here for an excruciatingly long time before another of those faces appeared before me. Realizing where I was the other creature/humanoids began circling the awning, keeping me trapped underneath. It seemed like what appeared to be a bulldozer of some sorts came up, crashing into the house and destroying the foundations. As the house started falling down upon me, I woke up from the dream.

There's already a lot of tension in my dream. A lot of stuff goes on during the beginning, but it's very fuzzy and hard for me to remember. Everything comes in clearly when an older man is talking to a guy with a hateful redneck personality who seems to be in his 30's or so. The redneck is extremely angry about something and every now and then he pauses and looks like he's listening to someone talk. Until the end of him ranting and fuming I finally hear a dark voice say something to him. He then proceeds to smash his own face in with his fists, but instead of any pain or gore his body falls away to reveal something much more built and 'demonic' in appearance. I'm shocked by the sudden transition, but the older man seems to have expected it.

The scene changes and there now seem to be sides in what appears to be an impending war. Based on the appearances of each side, it's mostly angels opposing demons. Ages are still apparent for the beings on each side, as they still look the same other than looking more angelic or demonic in appearance. And for whatever reason, there are also vampires fighting on each side after having been turned by the respective leaders. These vampires can walk into the sun, but it weakens them much more than if they were in the night. I end up being one of the vampires, and am forced to fight for the side of 'good'. The fighting commences and there's lots of gore and death. I can't remember much of the specifics during the fight other than spontaneous scenes where I'll see one side or the other killing a member of their counterparts. I also can see each time I'm fighting another vampire.

After killing a vampire, I wake up from my dream.

It's been a while since I've been able to recall a dream, and this one is a little fuzzy.

From where I can remember starting off, I'm seriously angry at someone for doing something-or-another to me, though I have no idea what that is. I can't seem to control my anger in the slightest, so I get into a fight with whoever it is that I'm facing off against. My rage seems to literally consume me, and there's surprise from the surrounding crowd because of something that's changed about me.

Suddenly, I'm waking up. It seems like what had just happened I dreamed within my dream. When I sit up in the bed, however, a lady walks into the room I'm in and begins explaining to me how I have something poisonous in me, the "Black Rage" as she calls it. Right in the middle of her explanation as to how it works, I've woken up.

The dream starts off with me leaving what seems to be like my dorm room. Even though there are two sets of bunk beds, only the bottom bed of one of them seems to be occupied. This one seems to be mine since I recognize my stuff near it and on it. I leave the room for a while and my dream either time skips or I can't remember this part, but then I'm suddenly walking back into my room. There's some girl I don't know lying on my bed and another girl on the bed above her, and all my stuff is thrown randomly on the other side of the room.

I quickly get angry with this girl on my bed and ask her what she thinks she's doing, that that was MY bed. We easily get in an argument over the situation as I start looking for my stuff. I'm furious at this point, because I can't find anything of mine including my cellphone and my iPod. Then I notice that even all the drawers of my dresser are pulled out and that this girl is wearing one of my shirts, so we begin arguing over that as well. Frustrated and not knowing what else to do, I leave the room to go find some management because I don't feel like I was supposed to be sharing my room in the first place. I find administration, and they tell me that my stuff was never on that bed and that I should stop being so worked up over it. After this, I wake up from my dream.

So when I first remember starting in my dream I'm sitting with part of my family and a couple of my friends, only one of whom I can actually recognize. We're in what seems like a very large cafeteria area that is open to the sky above us. Suddenly, lots of food appears on the table in front of us, but I'm not sure what all of it is, but I eat nonetheless. While we eat, performers come and go to what seems like a stage at the front of the cafeteria-area. Depending on what they do, their props seem to magically appear onto the stage. I'm amazed by it all and laugh along with my friends about all the tricks we're getting to see.

Near the end of the show, the only one of my friends that I recognize decides she wants dessert. It's no big deal to me at first. I quickly become agitated as she begins randomly yelling out to waiters to bring her something. My frustration with my friend increases when she begins trying to claim other people's desserts because no one will bring her one. Angry at her behavior, I leave the table to go outside and wait for everyone else to finish. It doesn't seem to take them long before my friends come out first and begin walking in one direction, and then my family come out and walk in another. Not sure which to follow, I begin tagging along with my parents only to find out that wasn't the way we needed to go. They just wanted to go to the car first before we walked home. I feel like something is up at this point, because it itched at my mind to ask them, "Why don't we just drive the car home, then?" However, I don't ask the question, they get what they need, and we begin what my mom tells me is a 25 miles trek in one direction.

Suddenly my dream shifts to a completely different scene from the one we were previously at. This time I don't seem to be myself, but rather a sort of 3rd-person view over the situation. This guy seems to be a sort of victim and is being escorted to a seating area by two other men. The guy, who we'll call Victim, looks relatively all right other than it looking like he has a sort of broken nose. When Victim enters the clearing with the two men, a rather large woman is already sitting in a chair. Before Victim even has a chance to sit down, she gets up and apologizes constantly about having punched him in the face. She claims she got excited in the moment and meant nothing towards him. Before anything else can be said, I wake up from the sound of my alarm clock going off.