J.D.

14.01.2011

Killing Freddy Kruger (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think going to bed so wasted killed any chance of dreams during the night, but when I went back to bed again in early morning they were more vivid than ever.

I woke up in my friend Hugh's house. It was a dark, late winter afternoon, and there was loads of melting snow outside. I went to the window and stretched. Something felt a bit off, perhaps it was the snow looking like clouds, or the fact that I'd woken up there at all. I checked my hand just in case. The hand itself looked solid enough, but on closer inspection it had exactly seven fingers.

I was surprised to say the least. I genuinely thought I'd been awake. My thoughts were as clear as they ever are when I'm awake, and the dream itself was totally stable. I opened the window and climbed out onto the ledge, before dropping to the ground. I landed on some crunchy wet snow. Rather than waste my time, I decided to do part of the task of the year. I really wanted to take on the Persian army with the 300 Spartans, but I didn't feel up to the necessary change in setting. Instead, I turned to face the house and thought about Freddy Krueger. I'd had a couple of dreams about him before, but never lucid enough to take him on. I turned back around.



Freddy was charging at me across a field with his claws raised above his head. The most bizzare thing was that a sizable crowd of young children were running with him. I wasn't expecting that, and for a few seconds I just stared at the scene, half laughing. As he got closer to me, I helf up my hand and tried to telekinetically grab him, but it didn't work. Now he was close, he actually looked a bit scary. Nobody could look good in that skin. He swung his finger-blades down on me, cutting the side of my face. But at the same time I grabbed his arm and locked it in position under mine. I wrestled off the glove and kicked Freddy away. While he was temporarily incapacitated I put the glove on. It fitted my hand exactly. It ended up just feeeling like I had blades for fingers, they were very sturdy. Freddy got up and ran at me again, making a "screamy/gurgling" noise. I thrust my bladed fingers up through his chest, which ended up going through the base of his skull. A quick tug, and his head came off. It was stuck to the blades, so I shook the whole glove off.

This led into another dream I now barely remember, in which I tried to save a town from an alien infestation.