Alone With my Mind

Two dreams tonight, woohoo.

The worst TV show is now even worse.
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID

Warning, this dream was gross.

For the life of me, I could not find a single damn thing on TV today. Most of the channels were out, and what remained were crappy cartoons. I flick to Cartoon Network, hoping I would find something half decent, only to find the awful teenage rendition of Ben 10, but I have no choice since there was nothing else on. It seems to be a fight between Kevin and some alien, while Ben 10 and the other girl (whose name I always forget) stand back, powerless for some reason. The alien is about six times taller, muscular, with yellowed skin and a wrinkled red face. He has spikes on his knuckles, which he was currently using to impale Kevin, as he struggles to find a surface he can duplicate. This is what kids my brother's age watch these days? I thought in disgust. Kevin, now lying on the floor, is grabbed by the alien by his shirt collar and pulled up. One near fatal punch to the chest, and he was floored. Ben and the girl looked away in disgust. Kevin somehow stands up, but the alien sticks a metal disc in his chest, and the cavity begins to close up. This was not good news, as Kevin stood silently as the disc inside of him began to whir, and severed his internal organs. His skin turns a pale gray, and the disk emits a gas that somehow breathe life back into him - or rather unlife. His eyes sink the back of his head, he stretches out his lips to reveal rotting teeth. The metal disc had turned him into a zombie. This is the most poorly developed show I have ever seen. I pick up the remote and change the channel.

The Terror of the Black Blobs named Ike
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
fragment

I slammed the door behind me, gasping for air. It was too dark to see in this room, and the only source of light was from the sun - if only it had not been covered with clouds earlier. I prop a chair under the knob and sit on the bed, trying to get a grip of myself, and the closest weapon of course. My brother entered through the back door, slamming it in a much similar fashion as mine. He sat down opposite of me, and we both began to listen for the movement of a collection of black, legged, slime.

"I see Ike hasn't got'cha yet," he said.

"I could say the same for you, it was on your tail for a second there.."

A whoosh and slam caused both our heads to turn to the direction of the door. The hall to this room was airlocked in a sense that there are two doors to the room, and the being had made it through one, and is now slamming down the other. I looked through the window by the door as I jumped to hold it down, ant the being was rushing, back and forth, pounding against the door on the other end of the airlock.

"RUN!" I yelled to my brother as I held the door against the pounding force behind it.

I had forgotten that the being had glowing red eyes, which beamed through the cracks of the door and lit the room with a crimson light. I planned out my escape, and rushed out the back door and slammed it shut, finding myself by the pool in the back yard.

I had heard my mom pull up to the home and yell, "I'm hooome!"

"Don't go in the house mom! It's not safe, get back in the car!" Her door slammed without hesitation.

The slamming at the doors had stopped. I had started to walk back into the house with relief, but then heard a noise that sounded similar to the scraping of jello off a plate.

"Sonofabitch!"

The blobs turned the opposite corner of the house, and for the first time exposed their true self by separating into many different beach-ball sized things. I turned around the corner to run, but the dream had faded to black. No! I thought. This dream isn't over yet! Visualizing my surroundings, a landscape had erupted from the darkness, and I was back in the dream.

My intentions had changed, and as I turned the corner I picked up the double-barreled pump-action shotgun (lol) I had expected to be on the ground and aimed. The shotgun was too big and clunky to aim accurately, but I disregarded that as I cocked it back. I shot both barrels, taking out a couple blobs, but noticed that the ammunition was ineffective and seemed like it was shooting powder rather than buckshot. I threw it aside, as it was more fun to use other means of disposing of the problem. I grabbed a slimeball telepathically, and with all my mental strength, hurling it upward for it to land and disintegrate in the pool. Rinse, wash, and repeat with about forty other slimeballs, and you get a pool blackened with the scum of an unknown force. The plague kept on coming, but they were easy to dispel, so I decided to escape. I propped myself up ready for flight and the-

"They deactivated my account!!"

What? Thoughts stirred in my groggy mind, and I slumped down in bed, cursing at whoever yelled that silently.