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    Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal

    'Another Night' follows the various story arcs and recurring themes of my dreams. Selected dreams from my childhood are displayed here as are my current, normal dreams.

    1. Back at the Lake

      by , 03-24-2013 at 08:08 PM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)

      3. I am back at the Lake. I am in a car. My dad is bashing my head against the dashboard. I scream, but he doesn't stop. I run and hide from him, but my blood trail gives it away. I tell my friend to call the police, but she just helps me run through the woods. My dad is chasing me. I stop and see that my mom is dead, but I spit on her body. The DC friend is crying. We run until we get out, and we go to school the next day in the dream. We have to go on a field trip to the Lake, but we see the car with the door open where my dad disappeared. No one else notices. We get to the Lake. It has split off into a waterfall. If I was lucid, I would have known that the Marsh was near there. There is a machine that brings wooden slits across water in a diagonal grid. When they reach the end, the slits open up into body-sized squares. We have to jump into it to go down. I am a little nervous, but I go down. The chaperone tells me to meet the other DC in the water tube. I am confused, but then I realize that I have scuba gear on. I talk to the kid. He begins to respond, but we unexpectedly fall out of the water tube and onto a floor. We are separated from the rest. I see white halls, and realize that it is in a hospital. It looks abandoned. There is a wheel chair and a lot of trash scattered across the floor. We cannot get back up to the lake. I tell the DC that when I used to visit the Lake, it was haunted. He becomes scared, and I see a dead raven.

      Updated 04-02-2013 at 05:02 PM by 60107

      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    2. Pre-Move Dream Canon (Meeting Grimilia)

      by , 03-24-2013 at 08:01 PM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      It is a normal day in the world of my dreams. I am reliving my day through day residue, and everything seems as a normal dream would be. I bounce a ball with a DC friend. I stop because I smell smoke. We go inside his house and see his mother dead on the kitchen floor. A chicken baster is impaling her eye. The oven is on fire, and the lights go out. We run over to my house in fear. We look out the window to the DC's house, and it is completely ablaze. We run to the other kids on the block, and discover that every one of their parents were murdered. Each house is flaming, and the it is night. The fire slowly calms until the houses are mostly blackened skeletons of their construct. We run through the decay, but one of the herd of kids falls dead. Another is burned alive. We suspect it is the murderer who killed our parents and is now after us. One bashes his head open on the frame of a burnt doorway. The other falls down a stairwell and bleeds from his cuts. There are now only five. Instead of running from house to house, we run into the Lake's forest. We trek through the trees, but one more dies when he falls behind. We decide that we need to split-up in order to preserve our lives in numbers. I say that that is a terrible idea, and that that is what the murderer wants. However we do it anyways. We are supposed to meet back up at the highway. I run through the forest as fast as I can for an hour. It is almost sunrise. I go to the highway, but no one is there. I begin to become worried, and I go back to the clearing. No one is there, and I see blood thrown across the grass. The trees rustle, and I stumble around the circle in wonder. Where are they? An old crone woman appears from the forest. She appears calm and says, "My name is Grimilia. Can you help me?" I move closer towards her. Before I realize what is happening, she pulls out a bloodied knife. I immediately become lucid. The scenario, the antics of the killer, all point to my dream themes. I am still scared. I attempt to use dream control, but it is too late. She sinks the knife into me. Even though it is a dream, I still feel the pain as sharp as ever. I awaken.

      Updated 04-02-2013 at 05:40 PM by 60107

      lucid , nightmare , memorable
    3. Pre-Move Dream Canon (The Lake)

      by , 03-24-2013 at 01:14 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)

      1. I go to the pond by my house and realize that there are seven mystical locations in the forest near it. The next day, my friends and I search the woods but cannot find the locations.

      2. I return to the Lake. I am older when I have this dream. I notice it, and become lucid. Unlike the swaying trees and sweet water of the Lake of my childhood, it is broken and gloomy, causing me to fear a broken psyche. I tell the DC next to me to stay away from the Lake. I try to run away into a new dream scene because I know something bad will happen if I stay dreaming here. I run to a house. While I am in it, the lights go out. I maintain lucidity, but I am overwhelmed with terror. An entity creeps in the shadows. I run out of the house, and as I do, a hand touches my ankle. I go back to the lake, but the DC isn't there. I become worried. I do not want to awaken, so I simply go into the forest. All of the trees are dead. I call for the missing DC. I become frightened and run out. I stumble over the twigs that dig into my shins. I find another DC. He appears delusional. It is night, but the DC wants to go swimming in the pond. For some reason, I feel more terrified than before of the water. I scream at him, but he twists a grin and drags me into the lake. The water becomes murky and I see blood and an unnatural smile as I wake up.

      Updated 04-02-2013 at 05:39 PM by 60107

      Tags: lake, lucid, nightmare
      lucid , nightmare , memorable
    4. Pre-Move Dream Canon (Incubus Collection)

      by , 03-24-2013 at 12:45 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)

      1. I have been sleeping in my bed. I am five years old. I have a strange dream that a faceless creature is living underneath my bed, banging on the bed frame to get out. This nightmare continues so drastically that I have trouble distinguishing dream from reality. I frequently check underneath my bed for the thing.

      2. I have a nightmare that the thing breaks out and strangles me, and then marches through the city. I spray monster repellent at it. Not understanding that it is a dream, I check underneath my bed to assure that it wasn't there anymore. I expect to have a good night sleep, but I do not. The incubus gets me each night.

      3. I dream I am touring the preschool I am going to. My mom chats with the teacher while I go to play with the blocks, but I see it crouching behind a chair, shrouded in darkness. The next day I go to my real preschool in fear.

      Updated 03-27-2013 at 12:34 AM by 60107

      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable , dream fragment
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