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    1. -Back from a Hiatus, and With a Horrible Nightmare-

      by , 10-18-2012 at 02:46 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      -Adallia the Mystery-

      I was at my high school, there was a large commotion filled with ambulances, police cars and... moving vans. Still, I was but a teenage girl, in this dream at least. I was a brown-haired, short-short teen who seemed a bit bitchy, to say the least, and for some reason, I needed to get into the room that the officials seemed to be protecting the most, and so I was able to walk right on by, easily too. As I walked to the room, I kept hearing something about this girl Adallia. Something about her being either dead or missing, or both. I went into the room, who I assumed was Adallia's. Inside, there was just a bunch of boxes, almost like instrument boxes, though I walked outside, looking at the night street corner and suddenly seeing a young female's lifeless body in my vision, snapping back and forth over and over again, only at different angles. I could only see her body and the environment around her. I screamed loudly, everyone stared, I screamed "It's Adallia! All I can see is Adallia!". After that, I only remember seeing a view of the arm of a fallen dead person, pale and lifeless with a glove on that represented a fox's paw of some sort, something about how Adallia was still alive and that this was only a cod to cover up another murder she committed. That didn't explain why I could only see her body, or someone's body.

      I was horrified.
    2. The Game Where You Beat Old Men and My First Lucid Dream

      by , 08-12-2012 at 09:15 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      Had my first lucid dream last night. Granted it wasn't very long at all, it was still quite the interesting experience!

      -The Game Where You Beat Old Men-
      In the theme of back to school, I had been stressed, seeing as though it was the first day of school and I had missed four periods already. I was playing a video game, one that I thought was a game titled The Witcher 2, but it wasn't. My brother walked in on me playing it, and he looked suave as hell. He wore a black suit and his dyed black hair was swept back with gel, black bow-tie as well. He asked me how the game was. Granted, I didn't really know. I guess it was alright, and I replied to him with "Oh yeah, it's pretty fun." I said, though I didn't know the slightest thing about the game, not even how to controls worked. Nonetheless, I continued playing it, and I found myself beating a helpless old man on top of a pillar that overlooked a university with a controller. He screamed in agony, and he wouldn't do anything. I felt really bad, though that's where I fortunately woke up for a bit.

      -My First Lucid Dream-
      After falling back to sleep, I dreamed that I was in my Junior math class, or my summer school math class. I couldn't tell. Still, summer school was over, so this was weird. There were a bunch of kids still in the class, and the teacher was one I've never seen before. We were watching a movie, and I knew no one in the class. Having finished summer school, I really wanted to leave, and then I thought "This could never happen. This is a dream." and boom, everything felt real. I got out of the chair on my own will, and walked to the front of the room. I decided to make this last, so I flipped off the teacher and shouted obscenities to the kids in the class as I tried to leave. I then tried to do something beyond my lucid dreaming ability; fly. That's what woke me up though. I jumped, and couldn't do it, and I woke up. It was morning when I got up, so I decided to stay up, happy that I actually had a lucid dream for once.

      I just wonder what caused it...
    3. (Nap)-Adventure Time with Deus Ex, The Trip to Japan and The Avatar-

      by , 07-26-2012 at 01:56 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      -Adventure Time with Deus Ex-

      Don't ask me how the two mix, but they do. It started off with me playing the futuristic cyberpunk game Deus Ex: Human Revolution. More like just watching it, really. I watched the main character, Adam Jensen, simply talk random jibber about things in an orange-skied oceanic place with buildings in the background. Every now and then though, I'd go to a scene that fit well with the whole theme of the Cartoon Network show, Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. I played the role of the human character Finn, even dressing like him, and Jake the dog was following me around. He, too, was like he was in the show, save for the magician hat he wore on his head. Nonetheless, we walked through a dark, realistic looking woodland area, talking and not seeming to have any particular goal or anything. We came across a large house, possible a mansion that seemingly glowed in the darkness of the dark area. We decided to go near it, only to encounter three women walking our way. We followed them, and to a sort of outdoor restaurant of sorts, where they sat down, and I began to suave them into something. I don't quite remember what I said, but it seemed to be working well on the girls, particularly one who wore a red swimsuit and had tan skin with blonde hair. She was pretty, kinda middle-aged, but good looking regardless. She then started crying. I don't know why, something about not wanting to be with her boyfriend and wanting to be with me instead. I brushed it off, thinking it was my fault for causing such caine. I decided to walk into the mansion, for reasons unknown to me. We looked around, and the girls entered. This was their house, apparently, and they wanted me to get out, and so I obliged and left, somewhat sad. Me and Jake went to a restroom, not to go though, but looking for something or someone. We were in the women's restroom, strangely, though from the men's room we could hear flogging and crying. We rushed out and into the correct men's room. From there, we saw a rabbit and a feline-esque, humanistic characters on the floor, crying their eyes out. We went outside, only to find two men, dressed in old-timey soldier uniforms with the red shirts and white pants and the big black hats. We beat them up, took their outfits and their guns, and went on our way. Somehow, I had to reason that the two were together, Deus Ex and Adventure Time.

      -The Trip to Japan-

      Me, my brother, my mom and my racist as all hell Vietnam veteran of a step-dad were in Japan, though we spent most of our time in out small hotel room, laxing or doing nothing. There was all this talk that the avatar had returned, like from Nickelodeon's Avatar series. Still, me and my brother were much kinder to each other, unlike in real life. I guess I was somehow associated to the avatar for one reason or another, but I was dressed in Japanese RPG-game attire, and felt fine with a blue cape, a blue vest and baggy white pants with boots, and messy red hair. Anyways, I was planned to fly back home to meet the avatar.

      -The Avatar-

      I flew back home, though the flight felt amazing. I was strapped into a chair as if I was on a roller coaster, and the sides of the plane would open up to bare the dark night sky next to me as we flew back. I felt the wind brush by my body, and the plane even acted as a roller coaster. We went through turns and loopty-loops, though we reached my home town eventually. From there, I suddenly had a few people accompanying me, not sure who and I don't remember what they looked like, but the Avatar was one of them. She was a child, merely. With a cute belly and a cute face, though strangely large breasts. Though she was scantly dressed in only a wrap for her breasts and a loincloth for her waist, it seemed strange. I wasn't sure if she was a child or not anymore, or merely just someone with a tanned child-like appearance. Sooner or later, all of her clothes came off. She was exposed and her body was quite the sight, and her breasts kept coming up into my vision, without me having to look at them. They were just there. We went to cross a street, and everyone kept driving by in cartoon ways of showing their affection towards the nude girl. I recommended putting something on so that we could cross the street, and she did... though it was simply only a pink top of a bikini with the nipple portion cut out. We got across the street, trying fast to get to somewhere, though never really getting there.

      -Japan Re-Visited-

      I was suddenly back in Japan, I think. Me and my brother were fooling around in a store, and something strange happened, like I got caught in some sticky material while my brother (who looked nothing like my brother) got hit by something outside. The news and ambulances came, and once we were freed, we were put into things to keep us steady for something. Everyone was so happy that we were saved, though I never saw the danger of such things in the first place. Anyways, we were sent back on the plane, only to go to japan again. This time, we went through a city like area, a crooked tower standing near my side at one point, though this one was more relaxed, and I was able to enjoy the ride, and we eventually got down to a chapperal sort of area near a dam, and landed. That was how my dream ended.
    4. -"Bedworms"-

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

      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

      memorable , dream fragment , non-lucid
    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. Ditching Summer School, Being Black and Having a Third Nipple.

      by , 06-24-2012 at 09:48 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      This dream was simply just strange. If there is any sort of deep and hidden meaning in it, I sure as hell can't find it.

      Summer School

      I was in summer school at my high school, and though I do remember doing quite well in French, I was taking that over the summer. I hated the class. It was boring, and it had a bad feeling to it, though this classroom was not how I remember my French classroom, but it resembled much closer to my Junior year English classroom, which are somewhat polar to French. Also, the lights were always off. I don't quite remember how much time I had spent in this classroom in my dream, nor do I remember how many students were in the class and if my teacher was canon or not, but I was most certainly detesting every living moment of it, and I don't remember learning a darn thing, either.

      Being Black and Having a Third Nipple

      This still takes place in my French class, though things changed, dramatically. It was time for class to get out, I believe. I for some reason lifted my shirt, and looked down at my white-skinned chest to find that I in fact had something that bared close resemblance to either a pimple or a third nipple, though I assumed it was the latter. I became a black man, a cartoon black man, and I lifted my shirt once again to reveal my now dark-brown colored (and strangely much more muscular) chest to the classroom. They stared in awe at my extra feature that laid right below my left nipple. The teacher mentioned something about me having showed this to her in the past, though I do not see how that could be, seeing as though I had only just discovered this third teat. Still, I walked out of the classroom, and I felt that class was not over yet, and truly, it wasn't.

      Ditching Summer School

      I didn't want to go back into that damned French class, so you know what I did after the variably short break? I didn't. No, I instead went into what I think was a math class of some sort, which in reality would be the last thing I would ever do to escape a class that I hated. Trading for a even worse class and whatnot. This classroom reminded me much more of my middle school history classroom, even though it was in high school. It was a much more fun class though. I had friends in it, the teacher let us goof around, and there was even a TV. Though despite it being a math class, we were doing history, and even French! I worried in the back of my mind what the consequences were for missing my second half of French summer school, though I was even more worried about how badly I was doing in this class. I asked the teacher if this class had a lot of French in it, the classmates laughed and didn't give me an answer.
      It was now sunset outside, and we were heading into what appeared to be a built-in restroom for some reason.

      Welp, not sure what it meant, though it was kind of fun I suppose.
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. 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.
    9. 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

      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment , side notes
    10. My Return to Dreaming, The Army's Betrayal and The New West.

      by , 04-28-2012 at 09:42 PM (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.

      Updated 04-29-2012 at 02:54 AM by 53700

      non-lucid , memorable
    11. 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.
    12. Ghosts and The Girlfriend.

      by , 04-12-2012 at 08:06 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
    13. The Dragon Friend and the Desert

      by , 04-11-2012 at 05:09 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
    14. Our Poor Family and the Atomic Bomb That Did Little

      by , 04-10-2012 at 05:39 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
    15. Mom's Roasted Hearts.

      by , 04-07-2012 at 11:08 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      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.
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