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This is without a doubt the oddest dream I've had yet as it seems to take place over the course of one year. Like as you know when you are dreaming time seems to laps in a way that makes it feel like the dream is lasting longer than it really is. I recently had a dream that seemed to take place over the course of a year. I awoke with a strong feeling of uncertainty as to what time of day it was and how long I had been asleep (It was the middle of the day and I was initially resting my eyes. I never intended to actually fall asleep and that didn't help with the uncertainty). What was worse is that it took me a minute to convince myself that the events that happened at the dream's beginning didn't actually happen; like they felt like distant memories of something that really happened as opposed to recent memories of a dream. It was very surreal 0_0


I don't remember where I stood in conjunction with those around me. All I remember is that I was witnessing a blond haired girl who seemed to delight in playing pranks on certain women in my knitting club (Note: I really am in a knitting club). I do not remember what the pranks were but I do remember that they really got on the nerves of these women. This went on for what seemed to be one or two months until finally the women in my club got fed up so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Now after a couple of months of this prank pulling the women were able to sit this girl (let's call Trixie) down at what appeared to be a roadside diner. I was sitting in between Trixie and one other woman who was there. The other two were sitting across from us. I am still unsure as to whether or not these people could perceive me but I do know that Trixie did not want to be there and that any attempt to leave on her part would be severely frowned upon. She knew this too. So she sat there as the founder of the knitting club (We'll call her Angie) verbally chastised her.

"I'm so very sorry," Trixie said, "I promise I will never do this again." Trixie's apology seemed to stem from a place of sincerity but it was probably rooted in fear rather than contrition and, as I would soon find out, she was right to be afraid.

"'Sorry' is not good enough," said Angie, "You are going to have to pay for this somehow." So the women discussed how they were going to make her pay until one member (Lisa) came up with an idea.

"I know," Lisa said, "Why don't we take her organs?" I was obviously horrified by this prospect and I was not the only one. Trixie was clearly terrified as the women casually talked about harvesting this girl's organs as payment for all the pranks she had pulled on them over the past months. I could not believe that my friends could even think about doing such a horrible thing but they clearly saw no other alternative. She had to pay somehow and this was, as far as they saw, the most sensible solution.

I remember hearing Lisa describe what they were going to do, "We won't be able to anesthetize her so we'll have to tie her down as we do this. Once we cut her open each of us will take out an organ and [insert weird personal use for freshly harvested organs here]."

At this point Trixie was hysterical. She screamed and cried and begged, "Please! Please! Don't do this to me! I don't want to die! I'm sorry for what I did and I know it was a rotten thing to do but don't do this to me! Please don't do this to me!!!"

"I am very sorry," Lisa said flatly, "I'm afraid we don't have any other alternative. You chose to do these rotten things and now you have to face the consequences." It was amazing to me. Lisa was talking to her as though she were wagging her finger at a child after grounding her. She really saw this as a fair and reasonable punishment. They all did!

"No! No no no no no! You really don't have to do this!" Trixie cried.

"Sorry, but we have no other choice. Like I said you did this to yourself." All the other women nodded in agreement.

Fast forward about four months. We are now halfway through the year. I was walking through my neighborhood with Trixie. I don't remember much of the dialogue but I do remember giving her my condolences for what my friends were going to do to her. I remember her being resigned to her unbelievably harsh punishment. I am not sure if she felt that she deserved it but she was oddly at peace with being cut open alive and watching as her organs are pulled from her torso one by one. She did not seem to blame these women for wanting to do this to her. Maybe she did feel that she deserved this. I don't remember what I said.

Fast forward six more months. It truly felt like it had been about a year. I don't remember the time lapse but I do remember talking with another friend of mine who was in the knitting club (we'll call her Tabitha) and she and I were discussing the events of the past several months. So much time had passed that I had completely forgotten about Trixie and the organ debacle. Now we just so happened to be in the very diner where this all began and I remembered. At this point, I was really worried for Trixie and I asked Tabitha "Did they do it?"

"Do what?" Tabitha replied.

"You know, take out Trixie's organs."

Tabitha paused for a moment and then said, "Oh that's right. We were supposed to do that. Damn it, we completely forgot."

I do not remember what happened after that; I just remember freaking out, wondering what would become of Trixie. It seemed that she had gotten off and now, thanks to me and my big mouth, her more than unreasonable punishment would commence as planned. It was very heartbreaking seeing my friends be so cruel and unjust, I didn't know what to think about the whole thing. I was sick to my stomach.

Me After Awakening
I awoke with a deep sigh of relief.

It was just a dream. At least that last part was. But that first part really fucking happened! It happened like a year ago but it really happened...right? Or wait, no, that was a dream too. A dream I had several months ago. Or was that like...the same dream? Jesus Christ how long was asleep? Now that I think of it, it feels like I've been asleep for ages. When did I even fall asleep? I fell asleep at 2, right? Two hours...I was asleep for two hours. How the Hell?

I didn't want to but I had to table these thoughts. I was late for work.

Date Not Specified

I was the assistant of a silver haired Samurai man that I will name Jefferson Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki resided in the backrooms of the housekeeping laundry room at Snow Mountain. Now Ryuzaki was an esteemed business man and a single father of twins (one boy and one girl). Unfortunately for Ryuzaki (and everyone else who had the displeasure of knowing them) the twins were less than obedient. In fact, they were complete sociopaths! The girl’s name was Kanne Ryuzaki (a name I give here due to her resemblance to the anime character Kanne from “Inu Yasha”). Kanne had her father’s silver hair and I think she had his eyes. Her hair was down to her ankles, she was quiet and very intelligent. She spend her day inventing torture devices and Rube Goldberg machines that she would use to harm others. I don’t remember much about meeting Kanne but I do remember that she creeped me out. She always wore this pensive look and she spent her day plotting. Her brother, Ronmaru, was not there with her at this time.

I ended up walking down a vast hallway alongside Ryuzaki. The hallway was extremely wide with rows of stone pillars on each side. It was like something of a palace. Ryuzaki was wearing a light blue samurai attire and I think his sheathed sword was visible. Despite his silver hair he was clearly a younger gentlemen (probably early to mid 30s). Ryuzaki and I came upon an open chamber that was probably at least 30 feet across with a very high ceiling. On either side of the chamber was a square hole that led to God knows where. I first examined the hole on the right side. There was a ladder that fed into it from a hole directly above. There was a waterfall that was flowing down the ladder from the hole above to the hole below. Next to the ladder was tour guide who told us that the waterfall was called “Kansas Falls” and that we could ride tubes down it into the hole below. Ryuzaki and I both noted this before continuing on because apparently it was the only way we would get to where we needed to go.

At the other end of the chamber was a road. At this point we were driving though I do not remember getting into a car. In the car Ryuzaki’s stern demeanor began to deteriorate as he began to go on about his children. I believe that he did love them but he did not know what to do with them. He knew as well as I did that they were capable of causing great harm to people and he could do nothing to stop them it seemed. The twins were so disrespectful towards him that it made him very angry. He began to rant about them to the point of raising his voice going so far to admit that he came close to striking his son, Ronmaru. This was very out of character for him.

At some point we turned around and were no longer in a car but back in the chamber. I took a glimpse inside the hole on the other side of the chamber which was filled with black liquid. Inside I saw the face of what appeared to be the adult version of Ronmaru Ryuzaki. He had a very insane looking grin and spoke to me. I do not remember what he said. He began to rise out of the hole revealing that the adult head was actually a growth protruding out of the right eye of thirteen year old Ronmaru. I do not remember what happened before a party suddenly happened at that spot. A formal get together to which the Ryuzakis were invited. Those who attended appeared to be anime characters (like the Ryuzaki family) and everyone was eating cake. The twins were just as pensive and creepy as they always were and here is where I got a good look at both of them. Kanne was definitely the quieter and more cunning of the two. Her MO was to plan in secret use whatever invention she had created to cause pain to people. Kanne wore a long grey sleeveless dress that matched her silver hair. She really did resemble her father unlike her brother. Ronmaru, who no longer had the growth, was dressed in all black wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts with spikey hair. He was the rowdier of the two. He clearly did not possess the same level of intelligence and tact that her sister possessed but he was still quite dangerous. Together those two were capable of hurting a lot of people. Those two were planning something for the people at that party but I never did have the chance to figure out what.

11 November 2014

Now this dream actually had a back story. I cannot remember how I came to know the story but I have vague memories of flashbacks withing the dream. The story went like this. Long ago there was an order of individuals who had dreams of world peace. I do not remember if the group had a name so I will just call it The Order. The Order worked hard towards that goal of peace. They were an underground team of vigilantes and they sought out to surreptitiously influence the zietgiest as well as the ruling government parties. I cannot remember for certain how they did this but they did and I have feeling that a huge part of it was through force (ie eliminating certain harmful individuals). The Order was centered somewhere at Johnson County Community College and word of their actions began to surface. They were feared by oppressors and revered by the general populace. It seemed inevitable that the order would slowly move out from the shadows and more directly impact the world. Soon The Order was able to establish itself as a political party and somehow, I cannot remember exactly how, The Order established itself as a ruling government entity and was able to assume arbitrary jurisdiction over a small area and the college was the capital of this new state. While the state was small The Order was able to more greatly influence the world as a ruling entity.

It was at around this point that things went south. Now The Order did things in secret and they had many ways of hiding themselves. At some point, The Order began to disagree as to how they should continue doing this. Some believed that the best way to hide was by jumping over rooftops and staying off of the ground. Other believed that the best way was to gather in groups of at least twenty and hide by walking under realistic life sized house costumes. In other words, these guys believed that the best disguise was a giant walking house. The former came to be known as Jumpers and latter came to be known as House Walkers. While this argument may seem silly and trite but it was taken very seriously. Much so, in fact, that it caused The Order to divide and go to war. The House Walkers were able to suppress The Jumpers and assume control of The Order and, therefore, the entire state. It turned out, though, that it was not just the method of hiding that the House Walkers wanted done differently. It was the way they ran the state and the way we influenced the world. The House Walkers dreamed of bringing about a new world order; a utopia of perfect equality and collective ideals, only then would peace truly reign. They saw subjugation as a means of liberation and soon the state saw a dark era of oppression and tyranny at the hands of the new Order. And as a government power their influence was having an adverse effect on the rest of the world. The Jumpers were suppressed but they were not dead. They refused to stand by and watch as the House Walkers undermineded everything that The Order had worked for. The war continued in the shadows, away from the public eye...just like before.

My role in the dream was sometime after all of this took place. I was working for the Jumpers in the capital building that was once my college. While The House Walkers did have control over the building we were able to hide among them like blades in the crowed. I was a high ranking officer in the Jumper community and was notorious for my skill. As such, I was given a special suit that allowed by to jump even higher and faster than before. I was given a mission; to deliver a package to a former member of our cause. Needless to say, The House Walkers had made traveling by rooftop illegal so I had to be extra careful.

I do not remember exactly how I got there but I did. I made it to the neighborhood where a childhood friend of mine was now living (it was actually really was my old childhood home). When I got to her house, I thought that I could sneak in through the window as to not draw too much attention to myself but somehow I managed to eject myself from the suit as I began my jump. So the mechanical suit made it to the roof...but without me in it. I decided to leave it there and get it back later because I knew the longer I stayed here the greater risk I assumed of getting captured. I decided to just go in through the front door (which happened to be in the garage). That's where I was met by a childhood friend of mine named Nichol. Now Nichol was not happy to see me. There were two other kids who were slightly younger than her living there. She was afraid for herself and her family. She knew that if The House Walkers saw me in there they would kill her and her family. Without even letting me speak she shooed me out. It was all that I could do to get one word out as she frantically tried to get me out of her house. She pushed me out and closed the garage door so that I could not get back in. I was unable to deliver the package.

I would have gone back for my suit but I no longer had time. I saw a giant walking house moving by as I began to climb. Seriously, what a dumb idea for a disguise. I decided to leave the suit and head back to my car which just so happened to be there I just prayed that the Walkers would not recognize me. My heart raced as they parked the house right there in the middle of the parking lot and one by one they poured out of the house. There had to have been at least 60 of them. I quickened my pace as one began to walk in my direction. I was able to get to my car with no problems and made my way back to JCCC. As I drove my car down the sidewalk I took a moment to contemplate the situation. My suit was there now and I was certain that the Walkers would confiscate it. No doubt Nichol would be interrogated by the Walkers but, knowing her, I was sure she would feign ignorance; she was never the type to turn on a friend, no matter how frightened she may have been. I was not worried about the suit. It was traceable and there was no doubt in my mind that we could get it back. I was mainly worried for my friend Nichol. Even if the Walkers believed her my presence alone was enough to severely compromise he security. There was no doubt in my mind that she would feel compelled to relocate.

Trivia
Modus Operandi of The Order is similar to that of The Assassins in Assassin's Creed

This is a dream that I neglected to write down immediately, consequently details were lost. I was in the art building at my college in Johnson County. There I saw Damara Megido. The Slipknot song "Snuff" began to play as Megido turned away her estranged Matesprit, Rufioh Nitram. Those familiar with the Homestuck comics would know what this is about. Rufioh cheated with someone else but unlike in the comic, Rufioh was here to try and get her back but Damara was having none of it. The song that was playing in the background fit perfectly with what Damara was trying to get across. I could the words very clearly as I began to awaken:

So save your breath, I will not care.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a saint...
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

Well said Damara and good luck...to the both of you.

Date Not Specified

Of course I do not remember the exact details of what Panty Anarchy said to me. But as I picture the fallen angel, sitting on her bed and recollecting her story, I can imagine what it was to first come out of her mouth. An out of character statement filled with nostalgia, fondness, and regret. One that would set the theme for this dream: "I love my sister."

You see Panty called me into her hotel room for a specific reason. Those familiar with this character would already have a pretty good idea as to where this situation might be headed but they would be wrong. She called me in to lend her an ear and that was the extent of her intentions. She wanted someone to lament to, someone she could trust. Those familiar with the this character would also be familiar with her sister: Stocking Anarchy. It was a fallout with her that caused Panty so much grief. I entered and sat on a chair in the corner. She sat on the bed looking down at her feet. I was there to listen and so I did.

"I don't remember how long it's been since I had last spoken to her but it has been quite a while. Maybe even years. Stocking and I did not always get along, I'll admit, but it was never this bad. She and I have never spoken or even looked at each other since that day we had our falling out. And now I don't think that we will ever reconcile." Panty slumped over even further. I might have even seen a tear or two fall from her eyes. "I know that it's partly my fault. I know that I was prideful but what was I to do?" Panty's fists clenched and I saw her sorrow gradually transform into anger, "It was all because of her. This never would have happened if she had never come into our lives. You know who I mean, that fucking bitch Vurgent!" Vurgent was another fallen angel. One who does not exist within the show but only within the dream realm. Vurgent is the name by witch this hostile was addressed. She was a sower of discord as she was the direct cause of the fight between Panty and Stocking, though I do not remember the details of exactly how this transpired. I don't remember leaving but I must have.

Later I found myself in the lobby of the hotel. There were pillars that were surrounded by rectangular monitor screens. The screens were playing a trailer for a new video game that was coming out. This game was based off of the lives of Panty and Stocking and game footage that was being shown just so happened to be of a scene between Panty, Stocking, and Vurgent. Vurgent dressed in a red shirt and skirt and had red hair, she wore it in a long pony tail. She bore a striking resemblance to Kyoko from Modoka Magica. The Anarchy sisters were chasing Vurgent down and were quite anxious to capture her. They were clearly furious with her but I did not know why. I was suddenly struck with feelings of sympathetic anger towards Vurgent. The Anarchies used to be good friends and now thanks to her the were indefinitely estranged. I began to root for the Anarchies as the chased Vurgent down even though it was just game; a trailer, let alone.

It was there that I just so happened to see Stocking and she too was watching the trailer. I spoke with Stocking like I spoke with Panty but she did not harbor the same sentiments as her sister. She expressed feelings of unrelenting hostility and anger towards her sister. She completely blamed Panty for the situation and she expressed absolutely no desire to reconcile with her sister. I don't think that anything more happened after that.

11 November 2014

I was an assistant to Prince Zuko. I have no damn recollection as to what it was I was assisting him with but I was his assistant in something. The last thing I remember is that he and I were in some kind of kitchen that had it's walls and ceiling missing. One might believe this lone kitchen to be the remains of some old building that was razed long ago but this kitchen was fully operational and it was clearly hooked up to the grid. He and I were in there making pizza hut style pizza and we could not wait as we were both quite starving. I remember the setting was peaceful. This rogue kitchen was set in a jungle and it was a perfect day; not a cloud in the sky. But our sense of security would be cut short in a blaze of shouts and gunshots. Before Zuko and I both knew it we were being face with the barrels of several semi-automatics and armed soldiers. And given the shape of this room, we were effectively cornered.

Now my reaction was typical of any man who is scared shitless. I threw my hands up and Zuko followed suit. I tried to reason with them but the volume of my please could not match that of their threats.
Note: at one point I change perspectives and see through the eyes of one of the hostiles. From his perspective everything behind him and his crew is completely pitch black and the only source of light is coming from the kitchen.
Switching back to my perspective I realized why the hostiles were still shouting. The upturned lid of the pizza box was obstructing their full view of me and they were afraid that I may have been hiding something behind it. At this point the female leader of the group demanded me to close the lid down. Of course, I obeyed. The somewhat young leader (whom I now name Iza) was Zuko's daughter apparently. And much like his sister Izula, His daughter had now respect for him. I did not know what Zuko thought but I am sure it must have hurt to be betrayed like this by his own daughter. They took us but I do not remember exactly what happened in that regard.

This was a very vague dream and I cannot recall much but I do remember that during our time as Iza's hostages, Zuke and Iza were able to reconcile. I do not remember exactly what became of our situation but I imagine that she let us go. I never did figure out what her original intentions were for us and that is probably a good thing.

Trivia
At some point Korra showed up but I do not remember much about that.
Zuko appeared to be in his early 30s

Chapter 1: Brain Grubs
The events that transpire I can’t well explain
I stuck some white grubs into my brain
Carnivorous grubs these creatures were
And when I did this nobody stirred
One after one I placed into my ear
They crawled through my eardrums but I could still hear
I did not scream nor did I care
You must understand I wasn’t all there
What happened next? Well they ate my brain!
Why I did this? I can’t well explain.

Chapter 2: Trashcan Girl
So my friends and I were strolling through a camp. I don’t know what friends I was with, nor do I know what kind of camp it was but it was not the kind of camp a person wants to be at. I am guessing it was something like a refugee camp but I cannot be sure. I do know that this camp was inhabited by Chinese prostitutes and their pimps. It was the hour of twilight and my friends were wandering through the streets of this camp and came down a dark ally. There was a trashcan in the middle of the ally. We didn’t think anything of it until a prostituste popped right out of it. She climbed out without saying a word and just stood there. Confused, we were about to say something when another prostitute came in with their pimp. She peeked in the trashcan for her fellow night girl and was shocked when she could not find her. Of course Trashcan Girl was standing right fucking there but, you know, whatever.
“Excuse me,” she said to us, “But have you seen our friend. She was just in here but now I can’t seem to find her.”
“Here I am!” Trashcan Girl suddenly exclaimed. Happy to have found their friend the three of them leave the ally and continue on with their business leaving us to try and make sense of what had just happened.

Chapter 3: Ponies in Dead Space
I was not in my own body but rather I was a passive observer as I observed through the eyes of another denizen. And who was this denizen? Non other than Applejack! Applejack was walking through a giant medical spaceship. It was like a moving hospital where injured travelers could go. A necromorph outbreak had taken place on the ship but the workers were doing all they could to make sure that this did not interfere with their work. After all, they had important work to do. People were counting on them. Applejack was on her way to see my grandfather who had come in contact with the infection some how. He had not come in direct contact with a necro so he could be saved but he had to go through some sort of industrial grade decontamination machine.

Applejack was following the way-point that was programmed into her rig armor to find my grandfather. She came across Pinkie Pie and Rarity who were playing cards at a table in front of a giant window that gave view to a big brown nebula in the background. They were having a personal conversation each one discussing some problem that was going on in their lives. Applejack attempted to chime in with her problems but they were still talking to each other.

“Darn it!” she said, “Why are y’all ignorin’ me? I got problems too.”

The princess Twilight Sparkle walked in and she said to Applejack, “You barged in to vent your problems but you completely disregarded theirs. I don’t excuse their ignoring you but what your doing is worse.” So Applejack left them to keep talking and her waypoint took her down a narrow corridor. I was able to feel what she felt as I saw what she saw. So when she became nervous about what may be waiting ahead, I could feel as though I were there myself. Before continuing Applejack made a point to check her Strife Specibus to see what kind of weapon she used. I don’t remember the weapon she had. She also checked the fetch modus in her sylladax and saw that she had some kind of modus that turned objects into apples. With all of this noted she continued on. She turned the corridor to find herself in between two steel shelves much like the shelves we have in the Walmart backrooms. There were three pallets of mulch that were blocking her way. She proceded to climb over them. She was half way over when the dream ended.

So there are several weird things that take place in the dream realm. There are some things that people didn’t know. For example, Walmart’s warehouse (at least at the one where I work) doubles over as a massive laboratory in which revolutionary experiments are held. The laboratory is much bigger on the inside than it is on the outside and right now they are going through a bit of a rough patch. I was a high ranking technician in the lab and I was forced to leave my department to go help another department with something.

The laboratory was massive and resembled the interior of the USG Ishimura from the video game “Dead Space.” Much like the Ishimura the backroom laboratory had been overrun by zombie alien monsters known as necromorphs. The necromorphs shunned the light so they did not go where the light was. I was safe so long as I remained in the lit areas but due to sporadic power outages there were certain dark areas where the necros lurked. The infestation was being taken care of by necromorph exterminators to that we could continue our work while the necromorphs were dealt with. We were each issued RIG armor (also from “Dead Space”) and firearms that we may be able to defend ourselves should we ever come across any necros.

Now it was quite the hike from point A to point B and according to the waypoint that had been programmed into my RIG, the quickest rout was a straight shot through various departments. Honestly, I thought for sure that I would not have clearance to pass through these departments and that I would have to take the long way around but much to my shock: I was greeted warmly as I passed through each department. In fact I had a very good reputation throughout the entire laboratory.

Unfortunately my waypoint kept pointing me through dark areas that the exterminators hadn’t reached yet. I had my gun drawn and ready in case I ran into any necromorphs in those areas. Luckily those areas just so happened to be vacant at the time that I passed through them. As I got closer to where I was supposed to go I passed by some massive dark areas that had been fenced off by the exterminators. Needless to say, I made a point to avoid those areas. Now here’s where things got complicated. The way point began to fade as I got closer to the objective and it pointed me in the direction of a dark area that had not been fenced off. I trembled as I stood before the area as the thought of setting foot in there frightened me. Luckily I did not have to go in there because the waypoint suddenly pointed left into the brightly lit break room just before the darkened area. I did not know why the waypoint led me hear but at that point I did not care. I saw a friend of mine, Alec, sitting at one of the tables and one other person there. He and I went to the fridge to get sodas for ourselves but we could not find any. That is where the dream ended.

It was dark in the Battle Star dinning hall. There is not much that I can recollect in terms of general mood but I can only assume it was not terribly downcast. Years back humanity was forced out of his own planet by the androids and now we were all riding through space on The Battle Star searching for a new planet to call home. Among us was the cast of the show “Battle Star Galactica” and President Barack Obama. Now years back a little girl had died of disease on The Battle Star and since then this girl had become a mascot of hope for the crew. Her legacy is lived on through this strange song that the crew sang all the time. The song was called “Anna’s Wonderful.” It was literally just a long song of praise towards this girl. They probably admired her so much since this girl had fought so hard to stay alive. I actually remember the song clearly
The song went:

Anna’s Wonderful
Anna's Perfect
Anna's Wonderful
Anna’s Great

We were teaching it to the President whom I suspect was our latest arrival. Now the dinning hall was dark and only had a few lights. I hear a woman whispering to her friends about the possibility of more androids being in The Battle Star. Which made me wonder…Could she have been an android? I kept my mouth shut as I suspected that it was not her intent to be heard.

As I have continued to journal my dreams in more vivid detail I have come up with a few dream terms that I may use to describe recurring elements in my dream. This was simply for the sake of brevity so that I won't have to describe the same thing every damn time Since this is the first page of my electronic dream journal I will go ahead and post this first. It seems appropriate.

Since I am doing this I may as well ask: Does anyone else do this?

Note: These definitions are based on my experiences with dreams and mine alone.

Denizen
Any non hostile dream figure.

Familiar
A familiar is a projection who is allied with the dreamer and/or is highly important in helping the dreamer’s progression in some way. The familiar will typically stick with the dreamer for a good portion of the dream. The dreamer and the familiar do not necessarily have to like each other as long as the familiar works with the dreamer. Once a familiar is encountered s/he may be encountered again in a later dream. In such a scenario the familiar may (and probably will) recognize the dreamer and vice-versa. I suppose you could say “once a familiar always a familiar.”

Hostile
A hostile is a standard enemy that the dreamer may face in a dream. Hostiles are set on working against the dreamer in some way. Gunmen, Zombies, or anything of the like would be considered a hostile. This one is pretty self explanatory.

Heavy Hitter
A heavy hitter is basically a hostile that is very much harder to take on, abscond from, or kill. They are the ones that cause the dreamer a great deal of trouble and pose a pretty nice challenge in a conflict. This could be a giant monster, an extremely powerful sorceress, a powerful super-villain, or simply another person who would pose a considerable challenge against the dreamer. The dreamer may spend a good amount of time dealing with a heavy hitter and it will usually leave a lasting impression on the dreamer after awakening.

Siren
A siren is one of the more dangerous types of projections that I have encountered yet. The modus operandi of a siren is very similar to that of a witch from “Left 4 Dead.” They walk around posing as normal denizens and may even begin to attach himself to the dreamer as a familiar. They may smile, laugh, and even exchange pleasantries. But once a siren is triggered s/he will reveal his/her true colors. In reality sirens are very feral, highly sadistic, and hell bent on killing the dreamer. Sirens are agile and considerably strong. Despite their feral ferocity, sirens are capable of using weapons such as knives and firearms making them that much more of a challenge. They can also take the form of animals. A siren’s physical appearance does not change once s/he is triggered. He still maintains the appearance of a normal denizen (typically a human). I have never been able to kill a siren.


Boss
A boss is a projection whom the dreamer is almost exclusively intent on hunting down, either to capture or to kill. A great deal of the dream is focused on this task. In normal cases with me a boss is the primary source of most problems and hostiles that I am faced with and any and all conflicts will be resolved once this particular projection is out of the picture. The boss does not necessarily have to do any fighting; I have spent entire dreams just chasing bosses down because they could not match me.


Aperture
An aperture is a random opening that leads the dreamer to (what seem like) completely random spots. For example: a closet door that takes one from his bedroom out to an open field or a classroom door that leads from the classroom out to the edge of space would be considered an aperture. Denizens and Hostiles alike seem to be aware of these apertures and use them just as I do.