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    1. Parasitic Nature

      by , 05-17-2013 at 03:17 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      4/10/13


      1. I am at school. An announcement is made that the water is going to be shut off for a few days. People grumble. I go home, and my grandmother is convinced that she needs a new bathroom door. I become angry with her, and she locks herself in her car. She stays the night, but I inform her I never wanted her to do that.

      2. I am fearful of writing SATAN in a grimoire I find because of an angel or demon character from the dream.

      3. I am at the Marsh or Woodland, looking out into the distance. Lately it has transformed from a swamp into a hill-scape. I am sitting on the hill.

      4. I am in school. They state that nuclear radiation exceeding normal levels has encompassed the building, and that we must evacuate immediately. We all become happy because we get to leave school. Our homeroom teacher brings us up to the ongoing history class to retrieve the rest of her students. We evacuate the building, and go to a camp. Someone hurt a bunch of kids the annoy me and other DCs. We are astonished by his psychopathic behavior, and I bring him into a cabin. I stab him to death with a pair of scissors.

      5. An Irish kid I know gets mad at me, and I go to my house. I then sneak out at night. I begin to fly although I am not lucid. I go over hills and end in the Woodland again, although it is no longer swampy. It is dawn, and I am over the hills with many trees. It is perfectly misty and peaceful. Some areas have snow. I accidentally go too far in the mountain scenery and fly into the tundra. I am lost.

      6. I am taking a shower, but frogs and slugs peel out from my skin. I am absolutely horrified. I get dressed and am too afraid to even look under my shirt to find out what happened.

      Updated 05-17-2013 at 03:21 AM by 60107

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid , nightmare
    2. Ski Accident

      by , 05-01-2013 at 05:53 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      4/5/13

      1. I am on a low ski-lift with no snow. I can control my cart, and I accidentally ram it into the one parallel to me. I knock her off, and I see her body below.

      2. I get a job at a deli store. I sit in the back and package sandwiches according to orders. I mess up, and I walk out without receiving pay because of my embarrassment.
    3. Camp Cult

      by , 05-01-2013 at 05:46 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      4/4/13


      1. I sign up for a summer camp. I have a lot of fun there. At the first night, at the dining hall, some old-time members and counselors contemplate 'telling us...'

      I have no idea what this means. Then they talk about a curse or something to do with a dragon. Everybody leaves on the last day. The next year, I decide to return because I had a lot of fun. Students begin to die this time. It becomes a huge drama in the camp. One night, I sneak into another hall. There were no cabins, just one building that we would only leave twice at the camp. Outside, there was a basement underneath the grass, and a couple more buildings were on the property. I go back inside, but see something in one of the rooms. A student is murdered. I become panicked and scared; I don't even have time to mourn them. A blonde girl instructs the killing, but an old man (a camp counselor) seems to oversee it. I hide as they begin to talk.

      "We have to stop doing this," the camper says. There are about five people there.

      "You understand why we are, you know," the man says in response. I cannot guess why they are killing the students. I suspect that they killed all the others too, unlike what they stated. I go to bed, but I cannot sleep. My terror produces sweat on my sheets, and I get up. I sit on the floor and think, but I cannot settle my thoughts. This was only the beginning. The days go by, and more campers disappear. I shudder at where they might keep the bodies. I tell one student, but on the night before the last day, everybody knew of the crazy killer cult rumor. I attempt to get sleep, but chaos ensues. I sneak out the back, but I soon have to escape a stalker. Many people are killed, and students run out of the building frantically. Many campers kill each other; they were also a part of it. I run to the wooden theater, and there are children lying on the ground. A man is light matches and throwing gasoline. I scream, but the children don't realize what's happening. They open their eyes and realize their attacker. The campers get up and run to the exit, but the far left portion has been enflamed along with some of the burning kids. The fire spreads by each still live body, causing only a few to escape to safety by the doorway I am standing at. The wind pierces my back; I am outside. There are acres of isolation, I think, how will we ever get out of here? I go to the gate where a girl is.

      "Is that smoke I smell?" she says playfully. I ignore her.

      "Do you remember last year? They are insane. Call 911!" I say.

      "What? This is a nice camp, they aren't crazy..."

      "They are part of this cult- You don't understand because you didn't go this year- Just listen. Your brother is dying. Follow me!" I say to her. Her face explodes with worry. I take her to the burning theater and call her brother's name. He does not respond, indicating his death. The property is chaotic; the fire is spreading and death is a harbinger to everybody. The blonde girl tries to stab the girl I am leading to her brother. My friend runs far, and I lose her. I have no choice but to run in the opposite direction to avoid the killers. I am out of breath and am in the forest. I can hear screams, and there is blood on some of the trees. An hour later, I come back to the camp. I step behind a building and see my friend's body. I am struck by an angry, tragic sadness. I run from the killer girl. I find the hatch that leads to the basement in the forest while running through the darkness. I descend the steps but hear her quickly behind me. I find a closet and enter it. I hide behind it. The basement suddenly turns into the garage of my house, but I do not become lucid. In the closet of my garage, there is a door leading outside to the sidewalk that I can escape from. I hear the girl coming. She flings open the door and frantically swings her knife around. I kick the sealed door open and run into the streets, free into the morning dawn with the scene of the camp long gone.
    4. Algebraic Dreamer

      by , 05-01-2013 at 01:17 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      3/22/13


      1. I did not do my math homework.
      Tags: school
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    5. The Bombing

      by , 05-01-2013 at 12:43 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      3/17/13


      1. I am at a party. I see people I know there. The next day, I see a strange and threatening looking overweight man in the school halls as I walk inside. He looked joyous and happy, but I suspected him of something. I close and lock the classroom door. No one notices, and everybody is gathered in the front. They are talking to a woman who looks almost identical to the unwanted visitor in the halls. I realize it is a dream, but I deny it soon after. Upon seeing the man attempt to get in, I warn my classmates not to let the woman whom I believe to be his accomplice to leave the classroom. I don't make any action, because I have no real reason to believe this. The lady walks towards the door, and I realize that she must be attempting to let the man in, because the doors unlock from the inside. She walks out, and the man smiles and walks inside. He does not twitch his face from its beamish position. He sets down his bag. A bomb explodes.

      Updated 05-01-2013 at 01:31 AM by 60107

      Tags: nightmare, school
      Categories
      nightmare , non-lucid
    6. The Viral Doppleganger

      by , 04-06-2013 at 01:57 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      11/13/12


      1. I am running with my family to escape a lethal virus that causes the skin to melt. We are hiding in our house. Somehow, my parents die. My brother and I run to my friend's house to hide. We find our family in there, alive and well. I seem to be the only one perplexed at how they were dead in our house and alive here. I conclude that they just followed us, and weren't actually dead. We realize that my neighbor is infected, and we find a piece of viral skin on my father. It is airborne, so we run out of the house to avoid contact. I grab my sister, leaving my neighbor and my dad to die. My mother runs somewhere. My brother takes my sister's hand. I run over to my dad who is calling me from across the block. I am confused because we left him in the neighbor's house. I find it strange that he was able to get there so fast. He hands me a red tie and says to give it to my sister. I begin to run to where my brother took her, but I find her right in front of me. I begin to think that something seriously strange is happening. I am about to give it to her when a child's voice calls my name. I look, and to my terror it is my sister from behind me. I turn in front and she is there. I look at both of the duplicates with unreal fear. My family didn't die originally; they were replaced. Who is the real girl? Both of their faces begin to peel off.

      Updated 04-30-2013 at 03:37 AM by 60107

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    7. Killers Don't Scream

      by , 04-06-2013 at 01:29 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      10/?/12

      1. I am in my backyard. A sadist killer has terrorized my school, murdering lots of people. I hear a gun shot and fear I am intended to be next. It is night. I run inside, realizing that I was shot. A fiery pain encompasses a portion of my abdomen. I feel blood on my hands, and I run upstairs to tell my dad, but he does nothing.

      "Call 9-1-1!" I say as I fall to the floor. The colors in my vision simplify, and my senses numb.

      He just stares at me ominously and repeats over and over, "Get ready for soccer practice. Get your fucking soccer clothes on, you little shit!" I look away from him, and my vision closes in as my thoughts slow. I bleed out on the kitchen floor.
      Tags: murder, nightmare
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    8. Crystals and Badges

      by , 04-06-2013 at 12:29 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      10/4/12

      1. My school orders us all to make beautiful and elaborate designs for the new architecture of each classroom.

      2. I am either an FBI agent or a friend of one. Me or my friend is talking to a convict who broke his parole. A birthday party is going on in the park. I un-cuff him and say something that angers him. He takes a knife and slices the large, elaborate bouncy house. The exit zipped up. Instead of going after the criminal, I jump, unzip the bouncy house, and enter to save the kids. I get all of them, and forensics checks it. They deflate it totally to ensure the absence of bodies. But then, when it is used again in its inflated form, the bloated body of a pregnant woman slides out.

      Updated 04-06-2013 at 01:09 AM by 60107

      Tags: nightmare, school
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    9. Post-Move Dream Canon (Plea)

      by , 04-02-2013 at 05:54 PM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      2008

      1. I am in a quiet suburban town. The majority of the houses are painted pink. So is the sky. I notice something very strange about it, but I cannot say what.

      2. My family moves to Plea. The sky is always pink, but right before something bad happens, it turns red. I wake up in the middle of the night and open a closet door. There are walls of broken baby dolls in there. One of them blinked. They eat me alive, and I wake up for real this time.
    10. Murder (Synch With Katsuno)

      by , 04-02-2013 at 05:04 PM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      3/26/13

      1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.

      Updated 04-06-2013 at 01:20 AM by 60107

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    11. Back at the Lake

      by , 03-24-2013 at 08:08 PM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      3/22/13

      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

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    12. Pre-Move Dream Canon (Incubus Collection)

      by , 03-24-2013 at 12:45 AM (Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal)
      2004-2005

      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

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable , dream fragment