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    1. -My Trip to Italy-

      by , 07-26-2012 at 04:33 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      It would seem as though I've been traveling in my dreams as of late. Anyways, here we go.

      -My Trip to Italy-

      Using the same method I used to get to Japan in my dream previous, going on a plane that had opening sides, we made a surprise visit to supposed Italy. I myself have never actually been to Italy before, but it didn't really look anything like Italy, but more like some place I'd find a few miles from where I live now. A good point of interest was this field that was large and had a lot of dead trees in it. It had dry grass on most of the area, and it was quite relaxing to look at. Other than that, I saw a lot of my friends in this area. I didn't quite get how me, my brother and my friends could be in the same exact part of Italy at the same time. It seems preposterous now that I think of it. Our hotel room was small and overlooked the same area that we landed from the plane. I don't remember doing much other than walking up and down the streets of Italy, and maybe some shopping in-between, though that's a maybe. My dream ended without me leaving the area, it would seem.
    2. -"Bedworms"-

      by , 07-25-2012 at 07:08 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      -"Bedworms"-

      I was in some sort of orphanage or foster home for some reason. There were various and strange creatures all around this home, varying from the strange to the perfectly sane, though they all had many different features to them. This one, a sort of red looking imp creature, was playing a game called "Bedworms", where when he'd wake you up, and if you were to move somewhat rapidly when you woke up, he'd then proceed to pull up your shirt if you had one on and spread peanut butter all over your belly. I for one, caught on to this little game and would only pretend to sleep when told to. When I was awoken, being in the same room as my brother, I didn't make a single move, and the imp said "Nice job. Here's your reward." and gave me a phone with a hot babe in a bikini on it, though she would suddenly appear in the same bed as me and would say in a quite seductive tone "Don't mind me if I just sleep over here, 'kay~?" and I nodded and gave a small chuckle in return, being as suave as I was. My brother on the other hand got the peanut butter, but went back to bed with it, but he also had an addiction to aspirin. I pretended to go back to sleep, the girl's feet rubbing against mine. I picked up the phone, she had texted me asking to "See a picture of my ass". I turned off the phone, she started crying and she was gone. I proceeded to pretend to sleep. My brother woke up fine this time, and so did I. So, the imp came over to me and hopped onto my bed, saying "Well, you're doing pretty good. Grandma's bed is bad to sleep on." I didn't know who grandma was, nor did I care to know, but he then resumed "Wanna sleep on grandma's bed?" I shook my head and chuckled. That was the end.

      Updated 07-26-2012 at 01:58 AM by 53700

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    3. -School Photos in the Mushroom Kingdom-

      by , 07-25-2012 at 11:08 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      -School Photos in the Mushroom Kingdom-

      I was in high school, a common place in my dreams. From the looks of things, it had rained only recently. The concrete was damp with puddles far diluded from heat. There was a large group of kids, all wearing black coats and slacks, even if they were female. Still, they were talking of school photos and stuff, and how bad they must have looked. Either way, I hadn't taken mine yet. Worried as I was, I asked a nearby teacher, a ginger haired tall caucasian wearing a red suit, if I could still take a picture and where I'd go to get it taken. She says I can, and she tells me a really weird pair of directions that I don't remember. Boom, I'm in the mountains all of a sudden, and I am worried. I'm thinking that I won't make it, and I realistically wouldn't. These girls drove up to me in a car shaped like a red mushroom from the Mario game series. Regardless, we drove up the grassy dirt roads of the mountains on the request to take me to the photography place. Soon, we came across a sort of village made of the same kind of mushrooms, only these
      were buildings. I went into what I thought was the photography place, but to my demise, no one was there. Bam, I was back to school. Everyone was gone, except for my father, just standing there. He sighed, and I said "Dad, I can explain-" and he interrupted "Yeah. She gave you the wrong directions and you didn't get your picture taken." I was actually surprised on his calmness of the whole situation. That's how it ended, as well.
    4. The Problem With Driving

      by , 07-24-2012 at 11:37 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      -The Problem With Driving-

      This dream's origin is seemingly lacking in my inner-most memory, though what I do remember is being high up in the mountains. It was dry up there, little plant life and mostly rock and dirt, some grass here and thee. The sky was purple and somewhat cloudy, though it was not the kind of purple one might see at a late sunset hour. It was fantastic, strange and perplexing, yet so informal in my vision. I also hated it. I hated the feeling around me. To add to my hatred of such an area, my dad forced me to drive up there with his car. We were ment to be going to somre museum or observatory or something, something in the mountains. Once we arrived, it was a picnic area. Kids played around on a grassy little field with a picnic table in the center. He told me to drive home. With my lack of experience, I was shooting in the wind now. So, I drove down. I kept trying to dodge small poles along a sort of pathway that I was required to go down to get home, but this pathway wasn't even on the road. In due time, I hit one of the poles and left a nervingly sized dent in the side door. I went down into a tunnel, nervous my dad would find out, and speak of the devil he was suddenly sitting right next to me in the car. I snapped, then said I'll get home myself. I got out, the tunnel being a orange-purple hue of light. In my hands, I suddenly had a scooter, and I hate scooters, but I was masterful at riding them in this dream. I took a final look back at the car, the black scion with a dent of a white color on the right side of the car. I scooted off, and that was how it ended.

      Notes: This reminds me of situation not long back where I had to drive up a hill with many turnpikes.
    5. The World of Furries, The Problem With Water and The Horror-Fest

      by , 07-01-2012 at 11:46 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      This is a weird, kinda gross dream, not only because it involves furry sex, but me puking near the end from the sight of monkey poop. Anyways, here we go.

      The World of Furries

      I portrayed this sort of world as a video game of sorts, though it seemed real for the most part. Nonetheless, I wasn't human. Not at all. I was some sort of lizard... bird thing, and there was this island that we went to, and it was somewhat small, though it could fit around 30 people I'd like to think. I took a small boat to this island, and when I got there, other's were partying, and they were animals to. In fact, I don't think there was a single human in the crowd. Eventually though, I met up with this fox chick and somehow in very quick events, we swooned each other to the point of her giving me oral sex, which was incredibly awkward now that I've come to think of it. I kept coming back to this island, wanting more sex from her, and I got it, though it was always her just giving oral sex, and my supposed penis looked quite human considering, and she always stayed clothed no matter what. Though, as much as I wanted to keep coming back to this island, there was water. I have an immense fear of the ocean, and of course, that leads to bad things.

      The Problem With Water

      I was going to the island again, except I was scared out of my wits only now for some reason, because I was in the middle of the ocean. I fell off the boat for some reason or another, and I was underwater, and boy was I scared, horrified even. I began to get used to it after a while though, seeing as though I could breathe underwater for some reason, though that would all change when I suddenly stumbled upon two large and round sea monsters that began heading my way. I swam fast up to the surface, and what do you know, I was at the island again! Suddenly though, I was in real life, my dad's apartment. This was all on a computer, and though I don't remember what I was doing, I was trying my hardest to hide this computer from the rest of them, and they were all starting to get suspicious, I could tell. I went to my mom's house, which is how the next part starts.

      The Horror-Fest

      My dad came to my mom's house with me and my brother, which would be completely unlikely in real life, though my mom's house on the inside was actually a large station for trains or subways, but I continued on anyways. There was a large auditorium where a bunch of square like bath-bed mixes stood. They would hold no more than one person, and even then they would have to maneuver themselves to sleep because they were so small. I took my place, which was at the far left corner of the room (yeah, thanks mom) and I was suddenly nude and in a bath, lathering myself with a lot of damn soap. There was a young woman in front of my bath though, and she was beautiful. She had long, feathery black hair and a natural, mystic looking face with tan skin. I was in love with her, though I strangely didn't try to get a peek at her goods, despite her nudity. I went on cleaning, until I decided to get out, which I then had clothes on. I went to the bathroom, which was exactly how the bathroom at my mom's house looks like. I took a dump, though I was constipated. I simply couldn't poop. There was a TV in the bathroom, it was playing some sort of animal channel about monkeys. I tried to simply take the poop out manually with toilet paper, and it got all over my hands. I looked at the TV and thought my hands were covered in monkey poop, which is when I looked down at the trash can next to my toilet and vomited an orange, solid mushy substance. I washed my hands and left, even though I was still constipated. I went back into the tub room and just wait. Soon enough, I was back in the station room again, and from there my dad was chatting with a few other people, talking about how there's going to be a lot of screaming and scaring tonight. One of the men made a joke about another person in the room. My dad did this screeching laugh that scared the hell out of me, and my brother suddenly was next to me, only saying "Looks like he's the screamer..." he said. That was the last i remember of it.
    6. The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

      by , 06-27-2012 at 10:27 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

      The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

      I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.
    7. The Rainy Day Fire Murder and The Spy Mini-Copter

      by , 06-10-2012 at 06:23 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      This dream took place at my high school, where the sky was filled with clouds that were of a blue-grey tint, and with every crevice that lead to the sky held a crack of light that shun down upon parts of the campus. For the most part, the school was very much accurate, save for a few little things here and there. Still, kids were doing their end-of-the-year pranks, though it was quite the opposite from the reality of these summer schinanigans. Instead of throwing cold stuff, like water bottles and water balloons, in hot weather, we were throwing hot stuff, like actual lit matches, in cold weather. During a point in the dream were I was heading to my chemistry class, walking in the outside quad of the school, I noticed a boy throwing one match into the open door of an outside chemistry class. I thought it was dangerous, sure, but I went on with my life. As I walked up the stairs heading towards my classroom, I looked back at the class, though what I saw was somewhat disturbing; the partial sight of someone waving their arms in panic, the appendages ablaze with what I assumed was the fire from the match. I then looked back to the stairs, not seeming to pay much mind to it, but neither did the crowd of kids also walking to their classes. Once I got into my chemistry class, which was nothing like I remember it looking like, I took my seat in the back of the class, and I seemed strangely aloof to the whole incident previous, though I continued to wonder what the school was going to do about it and when. I told my friend John who say next to me, and he seemed to dodge the conversation and replace it with something irrelevant, though not long after, a voice came onto the speakers and announced "All students and faculty, please evacuate the school." I knew what this was about, though no one else did, it would seem. I walked out with my friend John, walking down the halls of the school which were quite gray and depressing. John was just making jokes, and that appalled me, but I seemed still aloof to the whole situation.
      This dream was similar to the incident that happened during my junior year in high school, where a boy jumped to his death from one of the buildings, though i was much more distraught then.

      The next dream, weirded me out a bit. I was Lara Craft from the Tomb Raider series. I was told to spy on some group of guys, and so I did, with this circular red helicopter that had the ability to also go on two legs. I went to my target and simply watched over them with little stealth at all. They were playing cards, and that's all I really remember.
    8. The Cartoon Chaos and The Concert 100 Feet Above the Ocean.

      by , 06-04-2012 at 09:15 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      It's been a while, and yes, I've been slacking off.

      Anywho, this first dream occurred two nights back. It was certainly interesting, and certainly enjoyable. Water seemed to be the main theme of it. It began with me starting to play some online flash game of some sort. It was for three players, and each got to be Tom & Jerry-esque characters, either a dog, a cat, or a mouse. I was a mouse, and the other two were the cat and the dog. The person playing the cat's voice was strikingly familiar, though I can't recall who. It was a strange, yet fun game where we'd be zooming through streets on miscellaneous objects, flying through pipes and construction sites. Things in the like. The part I remember most vividly is when we were on a board attached to a boat that was going considerably fast. We got pushed underwater, and were still on the board and attached as well. I saw many creatures that concerned me, having a strong fear of going underwater in the ocean. There was a sea turtle that was much larger than us, and it tried snapping us as we passed by. I then closed my eyes, and waited for use to reach the surface again. I don't remember much after that, besides me leaving the game and walking around, only to find an apartment where I could hear people mumbling about where the mouse went. The next part was strange, but very relaxing. We were at a concert, one that was much like "Woodstock", except we weren't in a field or a forest or anything. Instead, we were in tree-huts that were stationed in tropical palms. We stayed in these for a couple of days. The stage wasn't far off from our huts, quite nice of a distance, really. Each one of our huts had a title of sorts. Mine had to do with lizards and my mom's, who's hut was right next to mine, had to do something with houses. My brother's was farther off, and he kept making fun of the names of our huts, though the insults weren't quite clever. He said things like "You hear of cats and dogs, but never lizards!" which, I didn't take much offense to, really. We stood over the ocean in the day, a good 100 feet over it, and it never seemed to be sunny, but only cloudy, which is my visualization of paradise; a cloudy beach. From a small window in my hut, I could see large and lavish hotels with pools and quality service. I kept saying "That's a beautiful home." for some reason. When we were to sleep, for some reason our huts would move lower towards the ocean. My hut had a bit of water flooding into it, but I could still sleep on the ground, though I kept waking up in fear of this leopard shark that seemed to wander near our area. I never did hear a single band play though.

      I'll try to be more consistent with these.

      Updated 06-04-2012 at 09:26 PM by 53700

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment , side notes
    9. My Father, Taken By Social Services. (Fragment)

      by , 04-18-2012 at 05:58 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
    10. The Old Man, The School, The Deaths, The Rebirth, and The Success.

      by , 04-15-2012 at 12:34 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
    11. A movie on the race track.

      by , 04-05-2012 at 03:01 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      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!
    12. Time Travel and How It Effected Today (and Easter).

      by , 04-02-2012 at 01:38 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      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?
    13. A Journey (Fragments)

      by , 03-29-2012 at 10:36 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      Lately, I've been having trouble with remembering my dreams. This one was strange, well, what I could remember of it anyways.

      What I could remember was that in the first part, I was at my high school, talking to two kids that I could not quite identify, nor can I remember what we were talking about. Out of no where, in the hall of my History class, my homosexual friend came up to me. I knew this kid in high school and was really homosexual. Truth be told, he was a good friend, by he was quite annoying, and he actually was in this dream as well.

      He has been in my dreams before, ever since I had to push him away for trying to come onto me, seeing as though I am not gay and all. In reality, he is far too feminine, though in my dreams, he has always been precived as a joker of sorts, hyper as well, which is very not like him.

      He approached me and the other kids, and I felt embarrassed to be with him. He had a brown head of hair that was braided much like a girl's. Come to think of it, he was actually cross-dressing as well. He was pushing around, saying jokes and whatnot. Not much more I remember other than that.

      The next part was simply just me walking in a mystical forest, well, more just a forest with bluer colors. I was walking through it, though that's all I remember.

      Lastly, I was in a Minecraft world, where these strange spider things seemed to roam. They looked friendly at first, though somehow, they proved to be quite dangerous.
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      dream fragment
    14. The club, the stray infant and the cliff battle.

      by , 03-27-2012 at 02:53 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      Surely enough, I would say that this dream is very video game related, most likely my dream sign, though I cannot fully verify this yet.

      The dream began in a somewhat eerie tone, though in a seemingly happy event. I was with my mom, my brother and my mom's ex-husband. I don't remember much of what happened, but we went to a club or restaurant of sorts. Other than that, I remember us having a good time, doing whatever it is that we did, though as the dream progressed, it became night, and with a quick and sudden transition, I was now an infant in a basket, an infant that could suddenly walk out of said basket as well. It would seem that gang members or smugglers were out to get me, scarily.

      The woods were of a somewhat blue-night variety, and there was a stone bridge where the basket was on. Under it was a waterfall, one that streamed downwards rapidly, and I was one to be able to move down that waterfall with ease.

      In mere seconds, I was now grown into an adolescent, though a girl who at times seemed to switch back to a boy, rinse, repeat. There was a... well, stoner looking guy with me, one who warned me about a large creature who was out to get me. The sun was either rising or setting at this point, but I was in a green pasture with a cliff at the end that underlooked a large peninsula next to us. Between that cliff, suddenly arose a large, blue and strange female, medusa-like creature, who screeched and spat fireballs at me. Her health bar was at the top, and it would seem that every bit of the bar that went down would show a small image of the creature without a torso piece on, breasts fully exposed. All in all, she had a weakness that I don't remember, and I was getting frustrated because I was loosing so much, though I was unable to beat her before my dream ended.