The Realm of the Child

Well, it's been a while, but I finally remember a dream that I had last night.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Shocking, Cool.
Dream Setting: In a Hotel, Near a Boat, In the Desert.
Dream Characters: My Friends, The Marines, Russian Military and Robots.

I don't remember how it began, but I was a U.S. Military Marine, or a Spy of some sort. I don't quite recall, but I had done missions before. I had my outfit on, and I was told to escort these little girls into this hotel of sorts, which had all the lights off and was dark due to the night sky that blue-lit the room. I was told to shoot down these enemies that would come into the room to try and take the girls. And so I hid behind the bed, while the girls hid in other areas around the hotel, like behind a couch or in the closet, though two girls hid with me behind the bed. I held my gun, which was an assault rifle with a scope and red dot sight, over the bed, waiting. To be honest, I was terrified, though I acted brave. Suddenly, an alarm went off. Granted, I knew that it was too soon for them to be here, and so I waited past the alarm. Eventually, an Enemy would bust through the door and the girls would scream. Coincidentally, I had my aim right on him, and killed him instantly. Next, I heard them coming towards the balcony of the hotel, where there were more of the bastards. I shot down the first wave, raid drenching me as I looked to my left to find that the balcony was over an ocean, and a boat of sorts was almost directly under it. Suddenly, a few others walked casually my way, though I tried shooting them, but nothing happened. Instead, they held some other Marines, and they all looked knocked out or dead. Still, I noticed that these were of Russian descent, and that one of them was my friend Dylan! That betraying bastard then tossed one of the U.S. Marines over the balcony and into the water. I didn't know what to do, and so I stayed put.

This next part of the dream was quite far apart from the latter one. Instead, I started out in a dome of sorts, one that looked aged and old, covered in hanging vines and moss. It stood in a desert area, and I was in some sort of super-suit, which had a vest that was fit for my muscles, a helmet that looked very furturistic, and the rest to match such a theme. Still, I didn't pay much mind it would seem, and so I walked around, though suddenly, a large robot came from nowhere, and I knew that I had to fight this thing. Granted, I haven't a clue if I won that battle or not, though judging by what happened next, I'm assuming that I lost. I now had no armor, and was simply in some shoes, jeans, and a coat; stranded in the desert as just a normal civilian of sorts. I was in a creek, wondering where to go. I just laid on the ground, and waited a while, before then getting up and heading in the other direction. Soon enough, I was in a destroyed town that reminded me of a sort of old Spaghetti Western, though there were two or three random people there, I instead decided to just walk around and free-run. I believe that was the end of that.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Fragment.
Dream Mood: Confused, Saddened.
Dream Setting: My Dad's Apartment.
Dream Characters: My Dad, The Police.

I have no clue how this dream protruded into what it did, but my dad was talking and rambling about something to me, and for some reason, the police came to the door and began questioning my father about something, though he pushed them off and went back to lecturing me. Soon enough, they were outside with sirens blowing, shouting with the megaphone things like "Come out, now!" and he ignored it, still. Soon enough though, they yelled out "We have social services here! Come out and stand in the orange circle!" and as soon as they said that, his face turned into something that could worry a man almost instantly. He nodded and looked at me and said "Alright, I should be back by the time you get home from school tomorrow... you can walk to school, right?" I nodded "Good... I'll see ya around, alright?" And so he walked out the door and I said "Thank you, dad." before heading out. This is where the dream ended, strangely.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
Dream Mood: Bland and Stupid.
Dream Setting: My Hometown.
Dream Characters: My Friends.

This was a short dream, though I didn't quite like it either. It made me feel like a jerk to other people. I was walking home from school, apparently later than most times due to the amount of other people walking home at the same time. Still, I came across a few friends and whatnot, and joined them. We talked about random stuff, and for some reason, we went to walk on the freeway of all places. How we walked home was by simply walking across the freeway, though strangely, the freeway began to look more and more like a bunch of skin with hair. As soon as we noticed that, we all suddenly began to make fun of Armenians with racist remarks and whatnot. I rarely ever make racist remarks, so this was strange. One of my friends from a further off town came up next to us and introduced himself with my other friends. They said that they liked him, though he had to move forward, and we just walked down a spiral path in the freeway to a 7-11 convenient store. We went inside and I don't remember what we did there, but surely enough we were outside again before long. I realized that I had lost my shoes somewhere, and I was very worried. We had a new friend all of a sudden; an artistic girl who dressed in a black coat and black baggy shorts with boots and had dyed blonde hair. Looking at her now, I find myself thinking that she was quite attractive. We snuck onto someone's back porch, where I thought I had found my shoes, but did not. The girl then said "Come on... wake up!" and instead of waking up, I was at the 7-11 again, where there was a pile of shoes there, and I had to find mine in that pile.I did find them after some searching, and asked the man if I could just take them and be on my merry way, but he said no and that I needed proof that those were mine. I got mad, very mad, and I threw a fit. My dad eventually came in to prove the purchase, and because he saw me in my angered state, I started crying for some reason, and he hugged me. He'd soon release me and I'd look over to the counter, where they were happily arranging revolvers for some reason, and then I woke up.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Semi-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Mysterious, Stressful, Eerie, Sad, Happy, Strange.
Dream Setting: My Hometown, Some Futuristic School, The 50's.
Dream Characters: My Mom, Some Old Guy, Random Classmates, False-Parents.

This was a long string of dreams that I had due to the fact that I kept waking up and falling asleep again because of a sudden and painful cramp I got in my lower back.

Anyways, as usual, the beginning of my dream is not quite present, though I remember my Mom and Me were at some sort of emergency of some sort and told some old guy to drive me to a hotel or something where she would be staying, though I was concerned of her trust in this unknown man. He was a Caucasian man with no hair and a long strangely beard. I got into a black, modern-day car with him, and we drove off but not to the hotel, but to my mother's house, where we cooped up in my bedroom and began eating and talking. At first, he was a bit of a jerk, though as time progressed, he became nicer, and even ordered me a pizza that came in an instant. My mom texted me, wondering if I had gotten to the hotel yet, and for some reason, I said yes. We then conversed on how we were going to get to the hotel. We never did get to the hotel by the end of the dream.

This next dream was very strange. I was sent to some futuristic boarding school of sorts, where everyone wore a tight suit that exposed their lower legs and their arms. Many things were quite futuristic, actually, such as the TV screens that were large and wide in our classrooms. I was in one of those classes, and a girl who I don't remember knowing was my friend. I was making a killing in these answers, getting almost every question asked by the teacher right, and once class was over, the girl asked me if I wanted to see a play she was in, and I agreed as we walked towards the front desk to see what time the play was at. I don't remember finding out though. Next, I was outside the school, and some guy was fixing something on the road as I watched him a bit, though suddenly, I saw a large truck, an 18-wheeler that for some reason drove on it's side coming his way. The whole truck avoided him, though the tires bounced up and down, and I realized one of the tires was heading his way, and as I saw one of them suddenly bounce a bit over his head, ready to crash down on him, I shouted "Watch out!" but it was too late, well, he didn't even react, but instead, the wheel came crashing down on him, putting his body into a round pulp of skin. I was shocked, traumatized at what I saw, and as the other's crowded around the mangled corpse, I ran, far away. I went on the road, making sure I was far from the school. I even went into the forest, and kept running and running, faster and faster. I eventually crossed a WWII airbase, and they began shooting, someone did at least. I realized that I was going to die then, so I wouldn't let them have the pleasure, and I jumped off the takeoff point, falling to my death. This was the end of my life, supposedly. Once I "died", I only saw black and a flash of some images that I cannot remember, but I was given the opportunity to start my life over, as if there was no heaven or something. And so I did, though I was given the choice of an era to choose.

The era I would choose to be born in was the 1950's. I can't say why, but I just chose that time. Still, there was no point where I was a baby or anything, but instead I was a child, more of a pre-teen really. I wore a red and yellow striped t-shirt and had short blonde hair, much like my actual self, and I had different parents, ones that were unfamiliar to me, and we were looking for a house in the dead of night. We found one eventually, and it was right by a dreadfully scary woodland area, though we didn't seem to mind, and without any caution to who or what was inside the home, we went in, and it was already furnished with all the things that we needed. Many things didn't seem like they would exist in the 50's, like cable TV with a channel guide built into the TV and modern-day cartoons such as Ed, Edd and Eddy. Still, we took the house.

I can't quite remember what happened after that, but what I do know is that there was quite a large gap between then and the next part of the dream, where it mainly consisted of me, my false mom and my false dad, who now lived in a very prestigious home with a large backyard and a horse statue in the middle of it, and not to mention the great view of a large green, grassy landscape. I can't remember what we were doing there, but we were there.

I've been having a lot of death-related dreams recently... I wonder what it could mean.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Threatening, scary, romantic.
Dream Setting: My High School, some amusement park.
Dream Characters: No One I Knew.

At the start, I was confronted by three or four Asian kids about something strange, very strange. For some reason, they knew that I knew that they had the powers of becoming a ghost of some sort, who consume other people's souls or something strange and dangerous as that. They asked if I wanted to join them, and for some reason, I accepted. I don't see why though. The way I'd activate this ghost power was by making up some Japanese word and saying it, well, it really seemed more like I was typing it in a chat box somewhere in the corner of my vision. I only got it to work once, mainly because I couldn't remember the word I made up, though I think it was something like Dobutsu Monaki or something asinine like that. Still, when I was a ghost, I didn't collect anyone's souls, though my vision was all purple. That dream ended out of nowhere.

In the beginning of this new dream, I was already cuddling up and making out with this girl, who was actually quite attractive. We were behind a building of sorts, and I was much more studlier. I had curly blonde hair that went to my neck, and had some pretty nice muscles to say the least. Still, we kept doing what we were doing, until another couple came by. Strangely, they would not let us continue on with our doing, and scolded us everytime we tried, so we had to come up with a way to get out. We never did, well, the dream ended before we could.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
Dream Mood: Mysterious.
Dream Setting: A back alley and a warehouse.
Dream Characters: My friends, my Dad and a couple other strangers.

I was with my friends... and my dad for some reason. We were walking from somewhere to a back alley where we tried to talk, though my friends were reluctant to do so probably due to the fact that my dad was there with us, though he seemed pretty content with the silence for some reason. Soon enough though, he would have disappeared out of nowhere and we began talking again. Strangely, we noticed two guys who were running up walls and flipping around as if practicing for whatever they were doing. We discussed about the free-runners, and I was suddenly in a warehouse, dressed in some sort of fancy armor meant for flexibility, though one thing was awry... I was a woman. Still, I had suddenly become a master of parkour and free-running, actually. I ran around, up walls and on rails and whatnot, until I met another person, a man in similar armor who was also good at free-running and parkour. He poked my face, for some reason, and I just stood there. That's about all I can remember though.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Excited, Fun, Exhausting.
Dream Setting: Nature, A Warehouse, Some Desert.
Dream Characters: A Dragon-Person, Comic-book Characters.

I have not quite been able to remember the beginning of the most recent dreams I have been having, and despite the fact that this was a nap, it was much the same.

I don't remember how the dream began, though it had to do with me being in some mountainous area that had a few tribal tents of some sort, though each one had a different more or less psychedelic pattern. For some reason, I took interest into a more natural looking patterned tent. It contained a dragon girl inside of it, like, a girl who had the shape of a human (save for the feet, they were like hind-legs) though had scales and a muzzle of sort. It perplexed me for some reason or another, and so I tried to visit her every now and then, though she was seldom there. The times I did meet her though, we seemed to get together quite nicely.

Next, I was actually sleeping in my dream when I was sleeping (sleepception?)! I was in a warehouse, and there were others there, but I didn't seem to recognize who they were, and so I went to sleep. It seemed black for the most part, though I'd wake up and seemed to think I was going to some convention of some sort that morning, and I was not wearing anything but my boxer briefs, until I got up and everyone started laughing. I was suddenly in a pink tightsuit and so I pulled down the pants part of it to reveal that my inner-thighs were covered in water and shaving cream. I freaked out and wiped all of the cream off and put on some jeans and a black t-shirt, and we set off. I was with a few other people, though they were all characters from comics or manga books. One of them that I remember the most was Monkey D. Loofy from the manga One Piece. We walked outside, and it was suddenly really hot with a decent breeze as well. It was a desert, and so we began walking, in the distance was a sort of town. About half way through, we stopped and we were asked if we wanted a sort of popsickle or something. We all babbled on about who had the money for it, though soon enough, the dream ended.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Depressing, Scary, Confusing.
Dream Setting: My mother's home, My high school.
Dream Characters: My mom, A bunch of my friends and classmates.

I do not remember much of what happened before the main portion of the dream, but as the first part, I had come back to my Mom's house, finding it made of all Minecraft blocks, well, poorly made by my mother, that is. She was complaining and mournfully telling me about how we didn't have enough to afford good housing and that my step-dad would have to work for the rest of his life to have a comfortable life (Which is strange because he's already retired). Still, there was one room in particular that was strange. The roofs were made of either blue blocks, black blocks or water blocks, which felt like rain as I stood under it. There was a loud noise when I stood under the room, and so I decided to redecorate the whole house with wood blocks and whatnot. It turns out that noise in the one room was actually a helicopter that was flying left and right over our house because there was a bear next door to us.

The next part of the dream started when I was eating with some friends at my high school on the football field. Somewhere before hand, we have heard that some other place had gotten a bomb of some sort, and not long later in the distance, we could see a large explosion that seemed like an Atomic Bomb, rubble and dirt flying from behind the building. It did nothing to us, per se, though even in the dream I wondered if it would hurt us. We were told to evacuate the school, and so I did. Strangely, I could only walk really, really slowly, though I got to the front of the school, where I encountered a plethora of orange cars there. They told us to get into any of the cars and to drive home. I saw an empty car that was free for the taking. I thought that I should get in and go, but I was scared for some reason.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Strange.
Dream Setting: My Mom's house and Some Plaza.
Dream Characters: Anthropomorphic Animals and My Mother.

I'm not sure what to think of this dream.

It started somewhere like in an open, outside plaza or something, where the clouds were a dark gray and the horizon in the distance was just desert; plain nothing. I was told by someone who reminded me of an online friend I know that I should pick an animal, and I turned to look behind me and there were some animals, much like humans though, sitting in a sauna of sorts. I didn't really get why, but there was a gorilla, a fox and a bird.

Once that one was over, I was at my mother's home, and she had told me that she made a sort of new bread creation. She gave me one, and it was a sort of bread that was so soft, it jiggled and moved in my hand. I looked at it, and it had many different things on it, like burnt parts and less-cooked parts, though as I looked at it more, it looked more and more like a human heart. I placed it somewhere and scolded my mom about it, though she seemed to just jokingly deny that it was actually a heart.

Type: Non-Lucid.
Mood: Strange, relaxing, and somewhat happy.
Setting: On a race track, somewhere.
Characters: Unknown.

The beginning of the dream is quite out of my mind at the moment, but the main part is still very much there. Basically, I was in a race track, one that had dirt roads, ones that might be used in something like racecar driving, motocross or monster truck derbies. Still, there was something strange about the night, maybe it was the fact that there were two huge projector screens that looked like were going to show a movie. The rest, is sadly, much less detailed. I don't remember the movie we watched or who I was with!

(Trying out a new format. Hooray!)
Dream Type: Non-Lucid
Mood: Awkward, Angering, Somewhat Eerie
Settings: Gamestop... Somewhere.
Characters: My friend Anthony.

During the start of the dream, not much comes to mind besides me driving on a strange freeway, which is strange. I usually never take the freeway, much less have to. Still, I was in a car that I did not know very well, though I was driving with my friend Anthony who has made our friendly relationship very awkward because of his advances to try to 'get with me', even though I am not gay. So in this dream, things were much the same. We were quiet in the car. We barely said a word to each other, until we got to our destination; Gamestop, which is also strange, because I don't see why I'd go on a freeway to get to Gamestop, when they have a store right up the street from where I live. Whatever, still, we poofed into the shop. I was apparently looking for a game (dunno what else I would be doing there...) and so I looked around. He suggested a few games, all of which seemed uninteresting or just dumb. I then found a game, which I thought was Fable II, but in reality was not. Still, I waited in line with the game, while he awkwardly waited next to me in a submissive stance that made me feel embarrassed. Not much after that thought. A very static dream.

Well, back from my lack of dream recall, I woke up remembering the strangest of dreams that I had last night.

There was not much foreplay I could remember of the first part of my dream, but what I do remember of it was strange and somewhat disturbing. I was with another person, though me and him were very similar, actually, in the way that we weren't actually humans, but white boxes with plain faces. Still, the other box told me that he had made a time machine. This was in the room of my dad's house, actually, so it all felt too strange. Still, we debated, and eventually used it. I believe we went back to the 60's, 70's and 80's. I don't remember going anywhere else, but I do distinctively remember going into a cliche 70's store and looking through 70's rocker clothing, in otherwords, baggy torn jeans, vests and headbands. Realizing that I couldn't wear any of it, due to my shape, we went back to the present. Things seemed quiet and eerie, though had a sad tone to it. The other guy told me that we couldn't go back anymore, due to a reason unknown. I went to go look into the living room and kitchen, and it was all empty, save for the kitchen, which on the chair sat the other guy, or so I thought. He now looked like me in my pre-teen years; Long hair, red t-shirt, acne ridden and with cargo shorts. I shook my head and went back into the room and told the other "Everyone's gone. No one is on this planet!" and he replied with "No one?" I nodded and looked at the other again with a concerned face "Well, you are sitting in the kitchen." he looked terrified as I said that and began ranting on about how bad this was.

That was the end of the first part of my dream, some sort of end of the world scenario. Things were similar in my next dream though, but very different as well. I believe we were in a spaceship of sorts, a very futuristic one at that. It was close to Easter, and my dad was buying me a bunch of animals for pets, and I mean a lot. Rabbits, cats, chicks, ducks. Loads of animals, even small cheetahs and other wild cats, though all of them would need to grow from their cub state. Still, My dad for some reason told me to pack all of the animals into a storage area on the ship. Soon enough, Easter (I guess...) would come and I would open the storage thing to find the creatures. I wanted the small cheetah-like kitten the most, though I found the... "cub", though it was like a small bug, spotted like a cheetah, but I even questioned it in my dream. Still, I don't remember what quite happened between there and the next event, but suddenly, all the animals were gone, just vanished. Something after than happened, and there was mention that it was "The end of the world".

What's with all these apocalypse dreams? Hmm... Maybe I can predict the future, eh?