dream fragment

The first dream I had was about my friend Nick and I. We were hanging out with a few other people at my house. My house had bunkbeds for some reason though. All I remember is having a group conversation for awhile, and then looking over at Nick because I heard him snoring. He had fallen asleep with his eyes open and was snoring. It was terribly funny to me so I pointed it out and threw a pen at him to snap him out of it.

The next dream was very weird to me at the time. My family was getting ready to head out for church on a Sunday. I was in my back yard waiting for everyone to gather. I noticed my sister's boyfriend pull up in his car, and opened the gate for him. He was walking in with a toddler boy that looked a little bit like him.
"Who's this little guy?" I asked him. He told me it was his son. I was so blown away, I said "Oh, alright." Then I walked back into my parent's house and talked to my mom.
"Did you know that Tristan had another kid? I sure as heck didn't." I said to her. She had no idea either, we were both a bit dumb founded.

After that, I had a dream that I was back at my old elementry school. I was having a cigerette and talking with someone else. After awhile I began having a very bad feeling like something was there. I told everyone we should leave, it was dark and I could feel something dangerous around. There were kids with us then and I began getting them to the exit. I saw what it was that was prowling. A character named Urgot from a videogame of mine. He was a biological machine that gave himself eternal life by replacing all of his organs and limbs with other creatures bodies and machine's. He looks like a huge wrotting mass with long metalic legs like a spider. We needed to get out. So we got to the exit and everyone was out except for one small boy. He had dissapeared. I ran back in the school and found him propped up against the wall, his chest was bleeding. Part of the skin of his chest had been taken out, so I rushed him away and back to his home down the street. The scene shifted to the next day. There were police in front of his house and his family had gathered to keep him company through recovery. I knew for some reason that I was the answer to Urgot's attacks. I walked in the house and pleaded with the family to let me through, I could help. They let me in, and I put my hand on the boy- and his injuries were healed. There was a bit more after this part but I don't remember it very well.

The last dream was about my mother and I taking a trip up to the mountains with a little girl we were taking with us. Her parents both recently had died, and her and her sister were being taken in by my family but weren't together at the moment. The little girl wanted to hear about my mother parents, this was in the future some time after they both had died. My mother told me to tell the girl about them, so I did for the rest of the car ride. We got to a cabin we were going to be staying at, then my alarm went off.

I hardly remember anything about last night, I went to bed late and woke up in a hurry for a job interview. But I do remember that I was riding in a car with my father's friend Phil, and we picked up a somewhat dirty looking guy who needed a ride. He wanted to go to some part of town to look around for a party of rave, Phil instead drove him to a church and dropped him off.

The last part I remember was being at a house, and someone telling me that the hitcher was back. I walked into the front of the yard and saw him, and something strange happen that seemed important... but I don't remember what.

My recall has been a bit off lately, but I did manage to remember one silly dream I had. I was in a building full of people, most of them teenagers and children. We all wanted to play this huge game of freeze tag, and to my knowledge each person got a select group of abilities. My abilities were mirroring Kog'Maw, a character from League of Legends. My friend Marykate was the team captain. The character Kog'Maw has acids in his mouth that allow him to literally eat anything. He shoots it out as an artilary like shot, and if it lands on someone- you have vision on them for an amount of seconds. Also he can throw a line of muck in front of him, making anyone who runs through it slow down to speeds of almost nothing. I enjoyed playing with these two abilities, but they were hard to control at some points.
I remember the enemy team conspiring to take advantage of my eye sight. I can't see in the dark, and it was dark enough in here for me to have to move slowly and cautiously. That peaved me, but I got into a possiiton of vantage, and began really turning the game around. There were two levels of paths, one about ten feet below the other. I stood on the top one, and jumped down whenever a victom of the enemy team would come my way. And if they came on the top path, I would jump down to the bottom and snag their feet. I had it set up pretty good, lol. After that I noticed that some had stopped playing, so I walked back down the lower path- continueing to try to master my game abilities. After a while it looked like my projectiles were just me chucking eggs up in the air. Shortly after that I woke up to my alarm.

A dream fragment that I somewhat remember, but don't remember the dream at all was something having to do with- a group of cooks, my family and I were going to test them.

Last night, I had a dream that I recieved a weird and eerie message from an unknown sender instructing me to do a series of random things for reasons unknown. Such as, to go to this specific place. Or find that specific thing. Now that I'm awake, I don't remember directly being informed of any threats- but I knew that the thing that was leading me was supernatural, and I was aware of fatal consequence if I were to fail. Also, I was aware of the possibility that once I finished doing these things that I would confront the one giving instructions. I had an image in my head of a cloaked shadow-like mass and I knew that was the mystery transmitter's image for some reason. Unfortunetly I don't remember exactly what the tasks entailed, but I remember my family being around me telling me not to proceed, it was too dangerous.
I made a decision to go along with it, not because I was being forced, but because I wanted to hunt this thing that seemed to have so much power over me and beat it. The two scenes I remember out of my search for it were both very cloudy and dim. I found a small abandoned house with old decaying furniture and other items filling it up. Like a house you would see on that show "Horders", but if the horder lived on a creepy coast line, then died- and left the house there for fifty years. Tons of cobwebs and annoying obstacles. I remember rummaging through them. I found a box, but don't remember what was in it. The other scene I remember, I was walking down a rocky edge of the coast that was right outside of that house. It was pretty, no sun was out and it was raining a bit.

I eventually got to the end of the tasks, and I remember looking at my computer screen again. At the end, it turned out that I was welcomed into some sort of strange leading order of the dream realm by my tester. The person who secretly vouched for me to be tested was my sister Rose, so she knew what was going on the whole time. Back at my computer, the screen was at this website, dreamviews- with a few minor differences. And my name "Nerq" changed from it's orange color, to a weird purple color.

Now... I know that it sounds really boring, a supernatural being made me go to a couple places and then accepted me into a dream order on... the internet. But it didn't seem so dull in the dream. I was so proud of myself for some reason. Ophelia, the staff member I talked to a while back on here was part of this weird dream order that sent the test. I thought that was kinda funny when I woke up.

Later that night after my WBTB alarm, I had a second smaller dream. This one was less intense. I met my co-worker Jeremy at a burger place that he liked. A few of his friend's had come, I recognized them as if I had met them before and they recognized me the same even though I've never seen them before in my life. We were celebrating Jeremy's gay wedding that was coming up. I sat down and met his one of his new friends, and that guy went to get the food at the counter. I could tell Jeremy looked nervous, like he wasn't having a good time. It looked like he was unhappy about something, so I tried to calm his nervs about the huge changes going on. Talked a little about my own marriage and then I left. That was the end of the dream. This was also kind of funny because Jeremy isn't gay in real life.

These scenes started out with Nick (a friend of mine that recently moved to Minnesota) and I meeting up with two other guys. Nick, for some reason looked a bit older than he is. And looked a little bit more like a vulcan than he does. I have no explanation for that.
We met up with these russian guys that were taking us around to private clubs and such. I could tell by the begining that we shouldn't have been hanging out with them, but it was fine I guess. We walked around this euro-styled town, into a couple shops and then finally found ourselves in a small but fancy little eating area. It was all white and blue. White benches, white tinted walls with blue trim. It was pretty cool, until the dream went absolutely weird. Someone walked in our booth, shot one of the guys we were hanging out with. His body goreishly exploded and his hand with a white glove was the only thing left. For some reason or another in that dream, I knew that the aggression that made that shooter shoot, had now fled into the hand of the blown up body. The hand began to run away, I chased it down- knowing that it was a danger to everyone.
I found myself running up an american suburban driveway, in a neighborhood similar to mine. I saw the hand climb up someone's house and dive into their garage. Then I heard a women screaming in the garage.
At this point, I want to take a second to point out... the last scene, this scene and the next scene make absolutely no sense pertaining to each other. But they did at the time.

Back to the screaming. I run up to the garage, and notice that the things that I need to do in order to save this women are being highlighted in my vision. Like a videogame, telling you to go here, pull this, jump on this-etc.
So I see a lever being highlighted on the garage door, I jump up and pull it down. The garage door opens and I run in an smash the hand while it tries to graphically assault the woman. Being thoroughly disturbed now, my consciousness backed up. As if I was looking at a screen. I was looking at this screen, with the creepy hand, and some weird people around it as video game characters. I start reading the words next to the pictures and it describes partially what had been going on. It was a plot summary. My wife comes up behind me and sees my innapropriete screen, and gets upset that I'm watching such a pervert game. ... This dream really fucked me over(Haha). But it was interesting none the less.

After that, I went back into the screen I guess. But it changed. I was walking down some street that reminded me of a san fransisco/thailand ghetto. A bunch of strange deformed pornagraphic adds that weren't actual people, just... weird picasso style genitalia going for each other. I kept walking, hoping to get out of this place and saw some weird bars. There was this one pimp that looked like a circus clown, his hair was all bright orange and green and he had a white vest on with a bunch of accessories. He was in a hooker bar. It kind of seemed like this whole neighborhood was a hooker bar. I'm pretty sure the dream ended after a few more steps.

I haven't been dreaming a lot, but last night I remember a tiny fragment of a dream. I walked into my restroom feeling disoriented and picked up my anxiety pills. I don't know why I did what I did next, but I picked up the pills and took a few more than I should have. I knew it was too much. Then after swallowing them I came to my senses and wished I didn't. Good thing it was just a dream.

Also I remember taking a sip of a drink that I don't currently have in my fridge. Just a couple fragments for today.

So, for the past fiew days I've been dabbling in different induction methods of lucid dreaming. Last night though, after quite an unhealthy dry spell of my lucid's I told my wife to wake me up around three in the morning when she would be going to sleep. She woke me up, I had a glass of water and a little talk- and then attempted to combine the WBTB, WILD, and audio induction methods all at the same time to try to overdrive my mind into remembering to remain conscious.
And praise God it did! I became lucid in a dream of my own house. My wife and I walked into the restroom, and for the sake of my enphatuation with both her and the state of being lucid, I excitedly started explaining the mechanics of what was going on to her dream character. I told her, once we open that door- we can be anywhere, doing anything we want. It's up to you.
She simply said, "I want to go back in time. Two days.". Naturally, that sounds rediculous when you have the full arsonal of my subconscious on the loose in our current realm, but I went a long with it because of it's special meaning. Yesterday, in the day time we had gotten into the worst fight of our relationship. It was a stammering, on the edge conflict that nearly broke us appart, but we made it through with an even stronger stride. So I opened the door, and we went back in time. Before we fought. Before we said things. It was a nice dream to have, even though it completely distracted me from my dream-state studies. I would have it again if I could. After that I had a false awakening, told my wife's second dream character about the first dream, and then it got strange and unorganized. There were a scene where her and I pulled into a dead end street with a bunch of husky Charlie's Angel looking guys parked around my truck (I don't have a truck in real life). One of them came up to me and started talking shit. So I reached for my keys, closed my door and took off. I think I ran over his foot, because him and a group of his friends started riding towards me. I turned out on the main freeway, just to realize that the freeway had turned into a mall... I was driving my truck through a mall, accedently hitting people. So I skidded to a stop, and walked up to a desk where... my wife and I began to casually go about banking business. Then later after a somewhat dark period, I remember being down the street from my house at night time. It was halloween, or something like that I suspected. It was an eerie setting, things started touch me out of nowhere and taunt me so I began walking away and noticed little stuffed dolls on the ground as if someone had been chucking them towards me. Half way back to my house I noticed a group of idiot teenagers giggling about it, so I climbed up the fense about to confront them- but instead just laughed it off and went home. I had some later dreams, but nothing concrete enough to report on. Thanks for reading!