Hazel's Boiler Room

School starts back tomorrow. The summer sure does fly by!

Fragments:
Kristen has gone sort of loopy. Saying that she is a clone and lost herself in another plane of existence. I think she has been brainwashed by some boot camp she has gone to, so I vow to rescue her.

I get my ears pierced and spend the rest of the dream searching for earrings before the holes heal shut.

Trying to pick up a squirming goldfish.

Steven barges into my room and starts breaking things. I punch him in the face.

8/13/10

1- Magical Prodigy
I am the daughter of Melinda Gordon from Ghost Whisperer. We are attending some sort of party where a crazy ghost/demon lady is killing off the guests. Whoever goes upstairs suffers her horrible wrath: they are thrown from the banister to a bloody death. My mother cannot stop her; I seem to be the only hope. For some reason I am immune to the demon's power, and I leap at her, clawing at her face. She seems horrified.

"What are you!?" she shrieks as I tear slices out of her skin.

In a bloodied frenzy, I ignore her question. "Die, b*tch!," I scream at her, "And this time stay in Hell where you belong!"

After she is dead, all the guests clap for me. I am more than slightly embarrassed...

On the way home, Melinda and I jokingly talk about the creepy naked ghost that used to follow her around. Our conversation is cut short, however, when we spy her mother and several strange ladies stealing herbs from our garden. Ugh, that's the third time this month!

My grandmother's friends run off when they see us approach, but before Melinda has a chance to say anything, the woman is drug off into the field behind our house by some unseen force. We give chase.

It doesn't take long for us to find her, but we quickly realize that she is now the demon lady from earlier in disguise. This time she is not so easily subdued.

Our battle carries over into some sort of warehouse, where my mother spots a bomb in the corner of the room. "Set up that bomb," she tells me, "and I'll hold of the demons."

"No way! YOU set the bomb, and I"LL hold them off." She begrudgingly agrees.

When I turn around, the demon and her cronies are all armed with chainsaws. Holy crap! For a split second, I fear that I may be in over my head, but bloodlust quickly takes control. I wrench a chainsaw out of the hands of the nearest woman and saw her in half. Blood splatters everywhere. Unphased, the demon lady comes at me. She proves to be more of a challenge, but once I disarm her (literally) she is as easy to kill as ever. She is in several pieces by the time I'm done with her.

After I slaughter the rest of the white-robed women, I get a little carried away and accidentally almost slice my brother Alex in half. (The same Alex from two of my other dreams. Poor guy...) I have also injured my pet shark somewhere along the line.

*time lapse*

I am now Phoebe from Charmed, trying to call for Leo. Why isn't he showing up!? I end up having to track him down myself... some White Lighter he is. "What is it?" he asked, seeming annoyed.

"I think we need to look this demon lady up in the Book of Shadows. I've already killed her twice, and she keeps coming back."

He gives me a you're-so-stupid look and walks off. What the hell is his problem today?

"Wait!" I yell, chasing after him. "Can you at leas heal my shark?" I hold out Pete, my pet shark, who is still bleeding profusely.

Leo rolls his eyes and waves his hand over the shark. "There, he's healed." He hurries off.

*time lapse*

I am now Melinda's daughter again, approaching the demon's greenhouse. She is accusing my other brother, Peter, of using telekinesis to ruin her roses. He looks terrified, and is obviously not the culprit. I wonder if I did that unintentionally? Concentrating, I try to lift a garden hoe with my mind. It flies up and hits my mother in the face. Oops!

I then use telekinesis on myself and sit in the rafters. (Rafters, in a greenhouse?) Alex, who is now a bloodied, severed foot, joins me. "Dude, maybe you should get Leo to heal you. It's sort of creepy with you just being a foot."

"No way," the foot says to me. "I like it like this!"

8/11/10

1- Treat
I am in a grocery store, reading some World of Warcraft manga, when I jump and realize gravity seems a bit off. I RC and become lucid. Wanting to do something fun, I find a bunch of candy and start eating it... It tastes REALLY good.

2- Terrible Nightmare
FA. I RC but it fails. When I go to the bathroom to start getting ready for school, I notice that my teeth are all crooked. "What the heck!? But they were fine last night!" I RC again, but it still fails. I show my mom and she says she'll have to take me to the orthodontist to get braces again.

Practically in tears, I am RCing like crazy. "No, I refuse to let this be real..." I turn the lights out in the bathroom and make faces at my reflection, trying to make it come out of the mirror and attack me. ('Cause I'd rather be attacked by my evil reflection than to have crooked teeth.) It behaves like a normal reflection. I fall backwards and try to sink into the wall. It is as solid as ever.

"THIS IS NOT REAL!" I tell myself firmly, and do another nose pinch RC. I cannot begin to describe my relief when it actually passes. Never have I been so happy to find myself in a dream...

3- Following the Plot
Another FA but I never lose lucidity due to the narration: "The deeper he goes into FAs, the more stable the dream becomes." ("He" because I've suddenly become a guy. I wonder what's with all these gender switching dreams, lately.) I get out of bed and look at the clock out of curiosity. 8:45. I sure hope that's not the real time, or else I'm late for school.

I'm about to try to wake myself up again, when I remember my new rule. It's just a stupid dream notion, I probably don't even have school today.

When I go outside, I immediately see my dog Fred approaching me. He suddenly morphs into his human form and pulls out a gun, firing three shots into the air before returning to his dog form, then beckons me to follow. I'm busy thinking of how I'm going to write this once I wake up.

He leads me to a graveyard way off in the woods and signals for me to stay hidden. I observe several people walking out of a church and become wrapped up in their conversation. (All of which has been lost, unfortunately.) They are trying to decide the fate of a certain man who has betrayed their religious order. Eventually they spin a wheel, which tells them to send the man to "Lady Fortuna." This seems to disappoint many of them.

8/9/10

New rule: Even if I believe the house is on fire IRL, I refuse to try to wake myself up.

1- Neverending Dream
I become lucid for whatever reason, but I MUST wake myself up because apparently I have a horse named Jake who is getting attacked by something IRL. I can hear him snorting in fear... I end up stuck in SP for a while, followed by a kajillion false awakenings. "Wake up." RC. Lucid. Try to wake up for real. "Wake up." RC. Lucid. Try to wake up for real. "Wake up." RC. Lucid. Try to wake up for real. ((Etc, etc, etc...)) Witness some pretty disturbing things... WHERE is the mind bleach!? [/color]RC. Lucid. Try to wake up for real.

FINALLY I "wake up" in the stable with my horse. I see that he is being attacked by a savage billy goat, which immediately turns on me and chomps down on my leg. In terrible pain, I am practically pulling the goats ears off in an attempt to get him to release me. Once it lets go of my leg, it fits my whole foot into its mouth and nearly rips it off. If Jake hadn't kicked the crazy animal off of me, I'd have probably been one foot short. That's when it clicks: I don't even own a horse! How retarded am I?

At least now I can actually make use of this time. I go off to once again search for Samael.

For some reason, my voice doesn't work when I yell. I can hear myself loud and clear if I speak to myself, but when I try to yell out Samael's name all I get is a dry rasp. How annoying...

It doesn't matter, however. I soon come across one who claims to be him. He looks "just like his avatar," according to my terrible dream memory. ((What is with these stupid false memories???)) Actually, he is covered in white paint, looking like a cross between a clown and some kind of demon.

I am curious about how I appear to him, and he tells me I look just like my avatar. What is my avatar? I think to myself, searching my memory. Isn't it a catgirl? I feel on top of my head to see if I have cat ears, but I find that I have none.

We talk for a while, and I begin to wonder if it's really him or just a DC. Then he randomly says, "God, you're cute."

"Okay, now I KNOW you're just a DC..."

We get attacked by something, and I lose lucidity.

After the battle, the entire situation changes. I am now talking to a girl who seems to be trying to kiss me. I'm not sure if I want her to or not, but I keep getting terrible hip cramps that are practically knocking me to the ground. Finally she exclaims, "Screw your hip cramps!" (obviously thinking that I'm doing this on purpose to evade her) and forcefully kisses me anyway.

More false awakenings. My brother jerks me off the bed onto the floor, but I'm too grateful to get out of the endless FA cycle to be mad.

Matt is there, and he is doing a perfect rendition of the speaking part in Creek Mary's Blood by Nightwish.

I finally wake up for real and find that Creek Mary's Blood is playing on my Mp3 player.

Had some awesome dreams while at the beach! Time to catch up...

8/8/10

1- The Next Nightmare
"What's with the camera and notebook?" Amy asks me as we walk down the aisles of Wal-Mart, where we both work. Although my name is apparently Nicole, I still have my personality.

"After I get off, I'm tracking down Freddy Krueger." She gives me an okay-you've-finally-lost-it look. "No, seriously," I tell her. "If I can be the next person to locate him and write down the new story... well, that would just be so freaking awesome!"

"Uh, yeah. Good luck with that, Nicole."

That night I go way out in the woods to a spooky old cabin, following a teenage boy who plans to spend the night there. It's not long before Krueger shows. He's riding a horse which appears to have come straight from Hell, and he looks incredibly deadly. Halfway buried in leaves, I snap tons of pictures as he slaughters the guy.

The next morning, I am ecstatic. "It was so amazing, Amy!" While I am busy going off on a crazy fangirl rant, Krueger bursts into the store, apparently ticked off about me stalking him.

"Look what you've done!" Amy screams at me as we take off running.

Unsure of outcome...

I'm leaving this evening to go to the beach, so I won't be posting here for at least a week. I hope to have plenty of dream adventures to record when I get back!

I love my dreams. ^^

1- Venting (aka: Annoying Younger Brother)
Steven has made me angry before, but never like this. And he actually has the nerve to attack me after what he did? I snap, kicking him in the groin repeatedly and then stomping on his face when he collapses to the floor. Blood everywhere, running out of his eyes, nose, mouth... Maybe I went a little overboard. ((Haha, and we were getting along so well yesterday. IRL he'd be able to beat me up.))

2- I Love the Dead
The dream starts with a game of Star Wars Battlefront. "We've gotta get a move on," I say to my brother, nudging the body of a recently killed Storm Trooper with my toe. "We've only killed three of their men so far, and there're eight hundred left! If we don't hurry, we're going to lose for sure!"

But as soon as we walk outside--- plot change! Now we're fighting zombies instead of the Empire. I prefer to use my sword, but Steven insists that my gun is the best choice. Whatever, he'd know best when it comes to things like this. We shoot down a ton of zombies as we make our way to a large building at the end of the road. Some of the zombies are actually quite conversational... But any zombie is better off dead.

Once inside the building, we are immediately surrounded by more mindless undead. Easy kills. It's the three "sane" ones we have to look out for. There's a young girl, fifteen at the most, and a couple of lovebirds. To my disgust, the girl vomits everywhere. "Nasty little thing," I mutter, putting a bullet through her head... At least, that's what I attempted to do. But the bullet turns to water as soon as it makes contact. What the...?

"The scent of my puke acts as a shield against bullets," she giggles.

"Oooh, can we get some of that shield?" her blond companion asks.

"Of course!" she breathes all over the tall blond zombie and her lover.

"That's just gross!" I say, drawing my sword and hacking at the teenage zombie. Damn, that shield is pretty tough. My sword, which should have beheaded the girl in a single blow, has embedded only about halfway through her neck.

"Hehe, that tickles!"

I end up only chopping one of her arms off before we're forced to run.

*time lapse*

Steven and I split up; I am now traveling with my friend Brigitte. We are having a conversation with a guy who would be gorgeous... if only he weren't a zombie. I end up fighting him, but it is only half-heartedly and mainly out of habit. About halfway through the fight we just sort of get tired of it and wander off.

A little bit later, that same zombie comes and rescues us from a bit of trouble with that loony zombie girl from earlier. Brigitte has an obvious fondness for the guy, and they suddenly start kissing.

Ugh, I don't know which is worse. Zombie puke, or kissing a zombie. Either way, I can't stop myself from singing some Alice Cooper:

I love the dead
Before they're cold
Their blueing flesh
For me to hold...

The two get annoyed with me and break it up. Brigitte and I leave.

We find a zombie "safe spot."

"Zombies don't like rows and rows of trees," Brigitte tells me. "We should be safe here."

But we're not, because one tree is missing. (One freaking tree!) In the place of where the tree is supposed to be is a small tv screen, which is allowing me to see what Brigitte's zombie and this dark haired zombie girl were discussing earlier. A rebellion?

The two of them walk up just as I am watching this, but I don't remember anything after that.

I had quite a few dreams last night, but this is the only one that I remember.

1- Alex the Cursed
At school, I am in a gang led by a boy named Alex. (Who, by the way, seems to be the same Alex from my orphanage dream a while back.) This isn't a normal kind of gang. Alex's father is a leading figure in the Mafia; our gang is designed to undermine his malicious schemes.

In a tragic turn of fate, however, Alex is discovered. Furious, his father beats him unconscious before my eyes (I am chained to the wall). Then, to my horror, he pulls down the boy's pants and chops off his penis.

"You sick bastard!" I screech, straining uselessly against my chains. "He's your son! How can you be so cruel!?"

I am released without any (physical) harm, and I carry Alex back to his room. (Although, "carry" isn't the right word. I more or less had to drag him due the fact that he was considerably larger than me.) I feel sorry for him when he wakes up...

*time lapse*

The gang and I seem to be under some sort of sleeping spell. I drowsily wonder why I haven't gotten out of bed the past week.

Suddenly the nurse brings in some "medicine." She says that Alex sent it. Throughout the dream, we had been taking some particular type of drug to enhance our fighting abilities. I believe that this is the same thing, despite the fact that it is clearly labeled "Furniture Cleaner." One sip of it and I am abruptly wide awake.

I rush to the nearest sink as fast as my legs can carry me (which happens to be the one in Alex's bedroom) and begin spitting the stuff out. It has started foaming, and takes quite a while to get it all out. Blech! "I... I think I prefer the other medicine," I say to Alex weakly. "Although this one DID get me out of bed."

He is angry that we haven't been to see him since his... incident. I apologize profusely, making a mental note to slaughter whoever put me under that damn spell...

*time lapse*

It is time for the school election, and since two girls from the Yakuza are running, it is important for our gang to send two candidates. Alex and I are the popular choice. I know that I will end up doing most of the work (since he's going to be disabled for a while), but I put on a brave face and accept the offer. (I really, really hate positions where I must speak in front of people.)

For some reason, part of the pre-election activities consists of hiding seven slips of paper in the kitchen. The opposing team who finds all of the other team's papers wins the challenge.

But the Yakuza girls are cheaters. I catch them spying on me as I hide the slips of paper, so Alex and I start devising a scheme of our own to sabotage them.

Fun night!

1- Against All Odds
Trapped on an island with some friends, I am one of those blond, cowardly girls that always seems to be the main character in a horror movie. The man who lives on the island believes it is necessary to sacrifice us all at the various shrines around the place, in order to appease the gods who cursed him. I fearfully attempt to sneak into the man's hideout, but he appears out of nowhere and begins chasing me. I let out a blood curdling scream and take off running. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking how pathetic this display of cowardice is. But I can't break character for some reason...

Still running, the man appears in front of me. How the hell did he do that!? Apparently he's the more mystic type of bad guy, I think to my character, who ignores me and runs back toward the man's hideout.

The chase continues in this manner for a while, when I notice the man looks oddly familiar. He's wearing a brown fedora, and he appears to have claws on one of his hands. "Freddy Krueger?" I ask, finally beginning to regain my true self. My question offends him, and he raises his right hand for me to see. The claws are nails, rather than knives. Drat...

"One for each death!" he yells at me, and the chase continues. ((I understand this to mean that there is one nail for each person he killed.))

Now, however, I'm running more out of necessity than fear. I'm going to kill this loon one way or another.

Once outside, I become lucid and take flight. "Ha, let's see him try to get me now!" Unfortunately, the dream ends.

2- Death Sighting
My crazy neighbor comes over to visit. She seems freaked out about something, and it takes me a while to make any sense of what she's saying. Something about a prowler in our front yard. "Wait," I say. "Did this guy have claws on his right hand?"

"It was Death!" she explodes. "I saw Death standing right next to your house! One of you is going to die soon!"

I try to calm her down. Since she's the one who saw him, she's probably the one who's going to die... Of course, I don't tell her this.

3- Book of Lilith
A mythology professor gives me access to his personal library. I find a hidden room which contains some texts that appear to be really ancient. One of the books is titled "Dark Lilith." I am startled to see this; why is her name popping up so much lately? ((IRL, this is really happening. I read some stories about Lilith last week, and since then I am seeing references to her EVERYWHERE.)) I begin reading the book... but it seems to have nothing to do with Lilith at all. It seems more like a book of shadows.

The professor suddenly walks in and is angry for no apparent reason. He kicks me out of his library and tells me that I'm not allowed to come back.

8/3/10

1- Flying Practice
I am lucid. The how and the why are right on the edge of my brain, but I can't remember them...

I decide that I want to practice flying with different styles. I've never used the mind control style before, so I telekinetically lift myself off the ground and use only my mind to control the flight. I am actually rather surprised that this works. Next I try peter pan style, which is loads of fun! So much fun, in fact, that I lose focus and forget I'm dreaming.

I find myself in a parallel universe that, on the surface, appears to be identical to our own. However, my family all have distinctive differences in their personality. There's a difference in mine, too. I am chaotic and crazy (or rather, a different kind of chaotic and crazy than I usually am). Almost childlike, but with no innocence.

Gotta play catch up again. I've been so busy these last few days!

Also, it's important to note that I'm adding a new color! Purple now indicates semi-lucidity.

7/31/10

1- Slave to my Own Bloodlust
Poetry usually comes so naturally to me... And this is about Artemis. It should be easy. So why am I struggling? I am frantically trying to get a few more words down before class starts, when I am interrupted by the janitor. He wants me and several other students to accompany him on a brief errand. I readily follow, hoping that the trip takes longer than planned. Anything to get out of admitting that my homework isn't finished.

Upon returning, I head slowly for the door--- when I realize that I left all my stuff in the janitor's van! When I hurry back to retrieve it, I am somewhat disconcerted to find that the creepy ghost kid who haunts the school has stolen it. Great. That means a trip down to the basement.

The kid is not pleased to see me. I spend a considerable amount of time trying not to die before I finally manage to retrieve my bookbag and split. I missed English completely. "Oops."

*time lapse*

I am walking down the hallway when my former Master, a Gorgon-like lady named Tybanta Silbane, appears in the mirror. Apparently she's still a bit PO'd about me ripping her eyes out and then ignoring her whenever she tried to contact me. "Did you think you could escape me so easily, Hazel?" she hisses. "You underestimate me. However, I'm willing to give you one last chance. Repent, and become my slave once more, and your life shall be spared."

My answer is a savage kick to the mirror, shattering her image and sending glass everywhere. Maybe now she'll get it through her thick, snakey head that I work for no one but myself.

She may be annoying, but she's still a Goddess. Her wrath is rather frightful on a dark night. Fortunately, I have lucidity on my side to quell the fear.

*time lapse*

Now only semi-lucid, walking with the baseball team to Silbane's lair. They have practically reached cult-hood in their near worship of her, and she gives them plenty of drugs to keep them happy. My brother is afraid that he will be turned to stone by her gaze. "She's not really a Gorgon," I tell him, "but her eyes are her strength. Slashing them out is your best bet if she comes after you."

Inside, she has her place set up like a fortune-teller's tent at a carnival. The words "Tybanta Silbane, the Magnificent," are written in elaborate letters across the table where she sits. Her only acknowledgement of my presence is a slight, sinister smirk. She plans to kill me.

The baseball team is standing in line, and she gives them each a shot of some kind of drug. Soon I am at the front. I know that my shot will not be as enjoyable as the others'. Just as she is about to inject the venom into my veins, I duck out of the way and deftly grab two sewing needles from a nearby basket, jabbing them violently into the dark Goddess's eyes. As she screeches in rage, I then proceed to chop her to pieces.

After the deed is done, I realize that I am sad to see her go. We had never really gotten along from the start, but deep down we had enjoyed each other's company.

I shouldn't have worried, though. Goddesses never stay dead for long.