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    1. The Storage Closet

      by , 10-15-2012 at 07:12 AM (Voyages of a Skywalker)
      I am in a large building. I have a room there. Late in the experience I notice a door has appeard next to my room in the long gray hallway. I open up the tall gray metal door to a strange room with shelves and shelves of food supplies. I go to joyously exclaim my findings to my roomate when I get the sense of danger. Someone very bad is in the hallway. I might even see them if the door was closed and my blind spot were elimintated. They know I'm on the other side. A man in uniform appears.
    2. The GAME

      by , 10-13-2012 at 07:43 AM (Voyages of a Skywalker)
      Maya and I are in a house. Mom. This house is long and narrow. There is a yellow white lighting to the place like there are a lot of lamps overhead and about. It is crowded and cluttered. We are playing a game. I cannot recall how we entered the game but there is a dark, authoritative figure present and the game begins. We are chased and harassed by two huge dogs. Like pit bull, greyhound, wolf hybrids. They have snarling teeth and dirty mugs.

      We are scratched and bitten but never mortally or even severely wounded. I spot a large stuffy sofa below and open window. I look to a bite/scratch on my finger and see it bloody and bubbling with pus. Out the window is another row type house and and average neighborhood. Now I am lucidly aware that this is very much got the feel of my birth house on Alberta. We jump out the window onto the stuffy chair.

      Updated 10-13-2012 at 11:52 AM by 40320

      Categories
      lucid , nightmare , memorable
    3. He was happy down there...

      by , 10-12-2012 at 11:06 AM (Voyages of a Skywalker)
      Two-two scratches at the door. The sliding glass door. I let him in. I am so happy and shocked. No one else seems to want to give this miraculous event any attention. Am I lucid? I pick him up and give him all of my love. He seems disturbed, not himself. I am reminded of Buffy's second coming (laugh out loud). He is in pain. I now notice a large hole on the right lower side of his tummy. Holding him, cradling him in my arms, I turn to my family for some help or advice. Something! They all look down, shaking heads nay. They tell me that he may be alive and that there may be hope, but it is not “RIGHT”. They gave me the feeling that helping save Two-two was immoral or corrupt. I turn to Brian, the same reaction from him. A sad, firm, absolute; NO. I am so distraught, lost, speechless. I've snapped. I'm yelling and screaming and raising hell. My heart is broken.

      Updated 10-13-2012 at 03:21 AM by 40320

      Categories
      lucid , nightmare , memorable