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    False Awakening

    1. Fake Snow Pathway and Dream Characters

      by , 07-31-2023 at 06:08 AM
      Type: Lucid dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This was an immensely vivid WILD that happened near the end of REM. I tried to DEILD back into another dream upon waking, but it failed. I imagine this was because the REM period was over, and because I was too rested to fall back asleep afterwards. I spent the dream observing dream behaviour, rather than doing more intense activities.
      The dream began with a false awakening. I had not experienced full-blown hypnagogic scenes during the WILD transition, and I had not wanted to manipulate the subtler visuals into an initial dream scene; this may have been the reason behind the FA. I was in the same bedroom I had fallen asleep in. The room was dark, but there was some subtle blue ambient light. I knew that my eyes were initially closed in the dream, but I could see through them somehow, as if I had no eyelids at all. My blankets were pulled up around my neck and in front of my face, which filled most of my vision. I could barely see the room past them. Then I opened my eyes, and nothing about the scenery changed.

      I knew I was dreaming because of the eyelids phenomenon. However, I decided to confirm a second time by holding my hand out and expecting a random character to take it, to help me sit upright.

      "Hey, can you help me up?" I asked, expecting Chris Pine to be there.

      "Sure," someone said, and I felt them take my hand. The voice sounded fairly accurate to Chris Pine, but not perfect. I sat upright in bed and stood up, and the motions felt light, as if gravity was less powerful and I did not need to exert as much effort to get up. I saw Chris Pine in the darkness of the room, standing in front of me. Even without prior visualization, I was pleased to see how close he looked to the actor's likeness. However, his brown hair was longer and more unruly, like he had let it grow out and hadn't gotten a haircut in some time. It reminded me of Bruno from Encanto. He also looked a bit sad or worried. I did not dwell on this. I chalked it up to the random nature of dreams, where they sometimes filled in details I had not consciously accounted for.

      I left my bedroom and headed towards the hallway that connected my bedroom to the bathroom. It seemed wider than in real life, but just like real life, both walls of the hallway had sliding doors with full mirrors on them. I had not expected to see anyone in the hallway, but I saw my mother standing off to the right. I cannot remember what she was wearing, but she looked convincingly like my mother and I didn't notice anything "off" about her.

      I approached her. Wanting to see her reaction, I said, "isn't it amazing how we're in a dream right now?!"

      "Yes, honey!" she replied, enthusiastic.

      "Yeah, it's great. Well, I'll see you later! We can play Uno, or something," I finished, knowing full well that I would not see her again. I walked past the bathroom, paying little heed to the contents, and into the living room of my apartment. It was dark like the bedroom and bathroom. The size and shape of the living room, and the overall furniture setup, was similar to real life, but I didn't pay attention to the minor details. I headed straight for the opposite corner of the room, where in real life, there was an access door to a balcony. There was no door in the dream, though, just an empty doorway that led directly outside.

      Outside, it was daytime. While the apartment should have been illuminated by the light spilling in from the doorway, this wasn't the case. There was a very stark divide between indoor and outdoor lighting.

      Outside on the balcony, things were unusual. The balcony had no railings. The balcony was also much longer than in real life, reaching about 40 feet long compared to 15 or so. The floor of the balcony was incredibly smooth, and looked almost like gray linoleum rather than painted/sealed concrete. I looked out from the balcony. I saw the wall of a very tall building with very plain, glass windows. It looked like it came from a low-res video game, and the building was fairly close. Then I looked down and I saw a long, straight pathway running across the bottom of the building, below my balcony. It continued past where my balcony ended, then curved around the side of the building, to a place I couldn't see from my vantage point.

      Oddly, the pathway was not concrete or asphalt. It was made of fake snow that had been compacted or glued down. There were small hills in the pathway too, and large, snowman-sized snowballs scattered here and there, all of which were made from the same fake snow.

      My focus returned to the balcony, then I turned around and looked at the exterior wall of my apartment. The windows were well-defined and realistic, and I could even see the blackout curtains that I had installed in real life. Fascinated by the definition of everything, I looked down at my right hand. My hand seemed incredibly sharp and defined too. I counted my fingers on both hands, and saw five on each. This was unusual, as I typically saw different numbers of fingers, or small fingers branching off from the main ones. I looked up, away from my hands for a moment, then I looked back down at my right hand, imagining there would be small fingers this time. I saw one small, finger-like appendage sticking out of the middle of my palm. I touched it with my other hand, and I could feel it, like it was actually connected to my hand.

      Then I became grossed out, so I looked away.

      I turned around and noticed that the snow pathway was still present, so I stepped off the balcony and floated down onto it. The fake snow should have made noise under my feet when I landed, like crunching, but there was no sound, even when I pivoted. It was like the ground was smooth wherever my feet were. The rest of the path was still covered in fake snow. I continued walking down the path, turned the corner, and ended up at a large mall entrance. The building was massive and seemingly square-shaped. The walls were made of smaller semi-transparent, triangular glass panels, which I couldn't properly see through, but there was a large set of glass double doors that were completely transparent. I walked towards the entrance and the doors opened for me, which I found interesting.

      Inside the mall, it appeared to be a single massive room. The building should have let in a ton of outdoor sunlight, because it was made of glass, but it seemed like the glass walls were completely blocking all outdoor light once I got inside, so the lighting became warmer, as if the space was mostly lit by incandescent lights instead of natural sunlight. I saw lots of glass pathways and tracks winding all throughout the room. The path design and overall complexity reminded me of the ramps during the lightcycle battle from the movie TRON: Legacy. I saw some above-ground concrete pools that were very shallow, perhaps two or three feet. There was water in them, and in the water, I saw some random dream characters lounging in swimming attire.

      I decided to summon someone to see what my dream would choose, and said, "okay dream, pick a random person and have them appear behind me".

      Then I turned around and saw two people. One person looked like Ororo Munroe from X-Men, portrayed by Halle Berry, and one person was my third grade teacher from school. Ororo was wearing jeans and a black sweetheart top with a black cardigan, which seemed practical. My teacher was wearing a very bizarre outfit. Her top was a 2000s Lululemon hoodie, except it was cropped. and made of a very coarse pink velour fabric. She was also wearing shorts made from the same pink velour fabric. It looked funny.

      The dream ended.

      Updated 07-31-2023 at 06:11 AM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    2. Something Moved the CPAP Machine

      by , 05-15-2023 at 08:23 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This was another false awakening, and unlike the previous entry, this was an actual nightmare. It was pretty in-tune with how my nightmares usually go. I'm wondering if I had this nightmare because I fell asleep with a polyester blanket on top of my head and became too hot, as overheating has historically resulted in nightmares for me. I've remembered details from a few other dreams this week, but they're quite minimal so I won't even record them as fragments. Hopefully my recall improves some more.
      I woke up in bed, and the room was dark. I sensed that it was the middle of the night. I was initially lying on my stomach, but I pulled myself upright into a sitting position, criss-crossing my legs in front of me on the bed. I generally don't hang my legs over the side of the bed in real life, and I didn't want to do it here, either. There wasn't much to see, but I could feel the bed underneath me, and I knew I was wearing a CPAP mask on my face. However, unlike in real life, I couldn't feel the mask on my face. I just "knew" it was there. This didn't strike me as odd.

      As I breathed normally, I heard the quiet inhalation and exhalation noise from the CPAP hose. The noise itself seemed normal, but it seemed a bit out of sync with my breathing. The placement was also wrong. It was supposed to be coming from my nightstand area, next to my pillow, because that was where my CPAP machine was located in real life. But in the dream, the noise was coming from further down the the bed, near the foot of it, which implied the machine had somehow been moved onto the floor there. I vaguely wondered how the machine got there, but there was no accompanying fear or trepidation, or curiosity enough to find the source. I wasn't bothered about the reason. I just wanted to put it back where it was supposed to be.

      I shimmied over until I was sitting closer to the foot of the bed. In the dream, I believed if I could simply find the hose and move it back, I could move the whole machine back to its proper place too without ever picking it up. I wasn't thinking logically either - I didn't realize that if I wanted to find the hose, which was connected to my mask, I could've just felt my mask on my face and gone from there. Oh well. It was still dark and I couldn't see, so I knew I had to feel around for the hose. I reached out into the darkness next to my bed. As soon as I touched what I "knew" was the hose, I felt something grab my hand tightly. I heard an inaudible yet somehow loud scream, and I knew I was about to die. There was a brief sensation of what I could only describe as the frightened, resigned knowledge that I would be pulled into an eternal purgatory of murky shapes and presences underneath my bed.

      Updated 05-15-2023 at 11:02 PM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    3. Rat Demon

      by , 05-06-2023 at 06:05 PM
      Type: WILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This was a brief false awakening that resulted from a non-WBTB WILD.
      I was lying on my side in bed, and the bedroom was very dark. I rolled onto my back with an uncannily small amount of effort that made me feel weightless, and then, I saw a shadowed figure sitting beside me, looking down at me. It was so cloaked in shadow that I couldn't see any details including its face; all I could see was a dark, person-shaped entity. It unsettled me and I didn't want the dream to go in a nightmare direction, so I reached out to put my hand on its shoulder and casually said, "hey, how's it going?". It smiled, revealing a mouth full of teeth that were very long and ratlike. Its teeth were the only thing I could see within the darkness of its face, and while the smile didn't seem malicious, the teeth made me even more unsettled than before. Despite my discomfort, the dream still felt like it couldn't decide whether it wanted to become a nightmare or stay neutral. The dream ended.

      NOTICE: this is my first dream journal entry upon returning to Dreamviews after an 11-year hiatus. All the dream journal entries earlier than this were published in 2012 and earlier, and will have markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

      Updated 05-15-2023 at 11:30 PM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    4. Freak Out, Fly, Repeat

      by , 03-03-2012 at 07:35 PM
      NOTICE: this is the last dream journal entry I made before leaving Dreamviews for an 11-year hiatus. Newer dream journal entries will have a markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This semi-lucid bugged the hell out of me. I was in my room upstairs, lying in bed, and then I heard my dad screaming from downstairs in a terrifying manner. I became semi-lucid, so I just decided to jump out the window and fly away, but I got stuck mid-air. Then I was suddenly in my bed again, with my dad still screaming, but this time from down the hallway outside my room! I flipped out and took a running jump out the window, in an effort to get past my dad. Once again I tried to fly, once again I got stuck, and once again I ended up in my bed, and at that point, I could feel my dad's presence right there in the bedroom. I felt something, presumably my dad, move beside me as I jumped out the window a third and final time.

      When I woke up in my bed after the third time, I was scared that I was experiencing another repeat.

      This was a total of three false awakenings, which were probably all part of the same dream because of the similar contents.

      It was early in the morning; my guess is that the time was around 7:00 AM. I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed; the unusually light and airy duvet cover was up to a little below my chin, and the bedroom was pitch-black. No light whatsoever was coming in from the single window on the wall, which was on the wall opposite of where I was facing: I was on my stomach, my head half-sunk into my pillow but turned towards the door of my room. The door was open, which led to a hallway adjacent to the entrance of my room; if you were to turn left, walk a few feet and turn right, the stairs were right there. They led downstairs to the main level of the house. There was a very, very faint yellow light coming from the hallway, most likely from downstairs, although there was no apparent light source - it was just a faded wash of a slight lighting over the entire room.

      In bed I felt very tired, like a stone. I didn't want to get up but I knew that it was time for school, so I slowly pushed the covers back; they bunched up like an accordion - I usually fold them back, but I didn't catch onto the fact that I was dreaming quite yet. It was when I actually stood up that I suddenly became aware enough to question if I was in a dream. I didn't do an RC, but I simply knew that I was asleep at a fairly low level of awareness. I looked at my night table, which was right next to my bed (and therefore beside me once I got out of bed), and noticed I didn't have an alarm clock at all there, even though there should've been one.

      I didn't say anything, though.

      Moments later, once I was out of bed, I heard my dad in the lower level of the house shouting at me in a very stern, tense voice to "get downstairs!"

      This terrified me, and I had this creeping feeling that the dream was going to become a nightmare if I just stood there. So I opened the door of my room a bit more to go through it, and I took a running leap into the hallway. The hallway was adjacent to my bedroom, with the wall opposite of the door only being a half-wall. Past that, if you were to look down, you'd be seeing the first floor. On the wall past this half-wall was a big window, and this is where I jumped into. I leaped onto the half-wall with a big jump and then glided right into the glass; however, I didn't smash it; I merely went through it like a ghost.

      It was very dark outside so I couldn't see practically anything, but I was beginning to lose lucidity anyways. I flapped my arms and kicked my legs once I got three or four feet outside the window, which didn't do much - I didn't pick up speed or even move forward that much. I was just suspended.


      I woke up in my bed.

      Or, did I?

      In actuality, I had just entered a false awakening, and it was the same scenario as before. This time, however, my dad's voice didn't come from downstairs, but in the hallway, quite a few feet away from the door of my room. I ran and jumped through the window again, still slightly conscious, but met the same predicament where I was floating, getting nowhere.

      I woke up one more time into the dream but this time, my dad's voice was coming from inside my room, which was very dark like before. It was a whisper this time, situated behind me (I was lying on my side facing my room's door again) - I didn't waste any time bolting out of bed and making a total beeline for the window. The same thing happened and at this point, I had just enough awareness left to start freaking out, wondering this time if my dad would be able to reach through the window and grab my foot, pulling me back in...

      Then I woke up for real.

      I did many reality checks after that P.O.S. dream.

      Updated 05-15-2023 at 11:30 PM by 28408

      Categories
      nightmare , false awakening , lucid
    5. Fassbender and Gyllenhaal - Invisible, Mountainous Bobsledding

      by , 01-12-2012 at 12:48 AM
      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      I guess this qualifies as a false awakening. And yeah, I know this is yet another dream with Michael Fassbender, but I'm trying to get back into the habit of typing up all the dreams I can remember! Hopefully the presence of Jake can make up for that.

      This dream began with me lying on my back, on a bed, with the covers thrown completely over my head. This bed was twin-sized, and there was a thin cream-colored bedsheet on me. On top of that was a brown, heavier comforter, almost like a duvet. The bed was positioned in the corner of a small room, the headboard against one wall and the right side of it up against the wall. The room was probably only 10x10 feet, smaller than a normal bedroom, and it had no other furniture. The door was on the wall opposite to where the head of the bed was up against, off more to the right. There weren't any sources of light in the room; it was almost completely dark, except for a pale glow coming from the half-open door. The light leaked into the room quite a bit, and wasn't confined just to where the opening in the door was.

      I tilted my head up a little bit and I could see the door - I didn't have to take the sheets off to be able to see through them, as they were a little transparent (but not that much). I had a good sense of surroundings, but I didn't realize that I was in a completely random room somewhere; all I knew was that I was in bed, and was supposed to wake up soon because it was morning. There was another feeling, however - I also believed that it was night time. This confused me upon awakening, but hey, it's a dream so anything goes.

      At the beginning of the dream I already knew that I'd been lying down awake for some time, so I was a little groggy and actually felt a bit heavy from tiredness. I probably only laid there for a minute or so, but the time felt like it went by much slower. Before I knew it, I had put my head back down into the rather soft pillow, still on my back, only to hear scampering footsteps, like that of an excited animal, right outside the door. The scampering was a bit slower, then got faster and faster, almost like something from a horror movie - such as a monster that was coming right up behind you. But the door slowly opened, spilling more light into the room (the hallway that the doorway led into had a blank cream wall, offset to a yellow tone from the light). A large dalmatian, probably a good four feet tall, came walking in excitedly and leaped up onto the bed in a realistic manner: it bent its hind legs, raised its butt and pushed up from the ground. I'd never observed such realistic behavior in an animal before. I could even hear quiet jingling from a collar, and felt the weight of the dog's paws on the bedsheets, which were still on top of me.

      The dalmatian was now standing on the bed, over the lump of covers with me hidden underneath, and started to lick the sheets right where my face was, rustling around on the covers. I could hear its breathing and nose sniffing around like a real dog. As for myself, I had a slight amount of lucidity, but I wasn't aware enough to achieve true lucidity - you know, that defining epiphany moment with a sudden realization of my current state of being in a dream.

      I used my elbows to prop myself up and, feeling the weight of the dog (which was a bit less than it should've been for a dog this size), I pushed it away. The dog went down onto the floor and walked out the door, and I followed.

      Long story short (just for the sake of posting because I dreamed this entry over two weeks ago), I ended up walking outside onto a road that wound along the side of a mountain. I summoned four small, flat levitating pieces of shiny metal which I laid down on and proceeded to move slowly down the mountainside. I heard two people zooming up behind me and as one of them passed, I looked and saw that he was Jake Gyllenhaal. I also heard a voice next to me that casually said "hey, how's it going?"; when I turned to my left I saw Michael Fassbender. He looked at me, smiled, and pulled back behind me so that I was now in the middle of them. I sped up and rushed down the hill without falling off this makeshift 'bobsled', and summoned bright yellow bursts of light at my feet to speed me up even more.

      Updated 05-15-2023 at 10:28 PM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    6. This is Wierd... Stop Waking Up.

      by , 11-12-2011 at 02:35 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      This dream drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

      I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

      I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 07:32 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    7. Fragment - Rapidly Changing Clock

      by , 08-03-2011 at 06:04 PM
      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      Another lucid recall fail.

      All I remember about this dream is being in my bed, having 'woken up'. It was dark, and my surroundings were pretty unidentifiable, almost blurry. I can't even remember what bed I was in because my surroundings were so hard to decipher. Whatever bed I was in, to the left of it was a side table, and there was a digital alarm clock on it. I could barely see anything except for the bright red, normal-looking numbers of the clock. It read 9:47, but I figured I should probably do a reality check because I might have been dreaming.

      I looked away and looked back, and the time had changed to 9:48, just one minute ahead. I looked at it intensely. A fluke, or was I really dreaming? I'd test it again, but before I had the chance to look away, the time then changed to 9:49, then 9:50, then 9:51, and so on, all within seconds. "Yeah, I knew it!" I said.

      That's all I can remember.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 03:49 AM by 28408

      Categories
      false awakening , dream fragment
    8. Fragment 1/3 - Sleep Paralysis

      by , 08-02-2011 at 01:09 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      Haven't had good recall lately... These three fragments are from the past two days.

      This was a false awakening. I was on my bed, and had just 'woken' from a previous dream. I wanted to get up and do something else, but I was stuck in sleep paralysis. I experienced some weird hallucinations; when I opened my eyes near the beginning of the episode, I saw tiny stars from the mario games that were floating near the ceiling. I remember squeezing my eyes shut and finding myself in a large garden with trimmed hedges, grey stone for walkways, and lots of pollen in the air. That must have been the 'dream' that was forming, but I soon lost it.

      I came to the unconscious conclusion that I was dreaming, and tried to snap out of it, on the verge of shouting because the SP hallucinations were becoming frightening (these ones were mostly tactile, not visual - my eyes were closed now). However, the level of lucidity was incredibly low, so it could have simply been part of the dream plot, not real awareness. The viewpoint changed from first- to third-person sometime during this part of the dream.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 03:57 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    9. Semi-Lucid - Smelling the Flowers

      by , 07-21-2011 at 06:16 AM
      This is one of my
      Five-Star Lucids

      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      I remembered two dreams last night, one of which is this entry. (I'll finish typing up the other one in the morning.) This dream was another cool lucid, if not a low-level one. I did some more stabilization, including looking closely at an incredibly detailed flower, and I teleported to an airport reminiscent of the brief shot from Fight Club where the narrator runs up to a window. I kinda lost my lucidity, and the dream, after that though. It was still worth it.

      I started out in my bedroom. There was just a slight amount of moonlight coming in through the window blinds, but other than that, it was very dark - so dark, in fact, that as I was walking around, I had my hands out in front of me. I could barely see the outlines of objects in my room! According to the preexisting plot of this dream, I had just finished a WILD attempt, and I had entered this dream moments earlier. I was 'lucid' - but not actually. I was only pretending to be lucid as part of the dream plot, when in reality I wasn't lucid at all. I remember being slightly nervous because the area was so dark, and I wanted to get out as soon as I could. I was initially standing near the foot of my bed, but then I started following an invisible ball of energy, which was floating not two feet in front of me, at around shoulder level. It gave off a distinguishable presence, even though I couldn't see it, and I knew that this ball of energy was KingYoshi. He had been waiting for me to enter the dream, and was now going to show me where to go (what...?!). It started moving towards the window, and I slowly walked after it.

      I arrived at the window and forgot all about the "KingYoshi" ball. When I walked up to the window, the lighting coming through the blinds became a bit brighter and more aqua in color, as if an alien spaceship had just come down and hovered in front of it. I grabbed the right side of the blinds, bunching a few of them up with my hand and pulling them down with a slight amount of effort. I sensed there was a dark hand above the blinds, trying to prevent me from pulling them down and onto the floor. Anyways, I was now looking out a window without the actual windowpane in place; it was just an open area now. I don't know if there was a windowpane to begin with, but did it matter?

      I looked out the window and down towards the ground (my room is on the second floor of the house) and I saw the front driveway of my house. This was a little 'off', because the window to my bedroom in real life is looking out over the backyard, not the front area of the house. But this didn't matter. In real life, the driveway of my house is a big square area that consists of many neatly-arranged, reddish stones with a connecting driveway to the street. It was the same in the dream, except instead of there being a 2-lane residential road, there was a pressed gravel road. On the other side of this road, instead of houses, there were lots of pine trees. There was also a large pine tree on the right side of the driveway, right next to some smaller shrubs and greenery.

      Back to myself, I was still in the house, overlooking this area. Like in my previous recorded dream, I made a lazy jump out the window. However, even though the distance from my second-story bedroom to the ground seemed pretty far from the window, as I jumped, the distance seamlessly became next to nothing. There was next to no impact when I landed. I only recoiled slightly, which wasn't very noticeable. The atmosphere and time of day was still nighttime, but it was more well-lit outside because of the moon (which I knew was out, even though I didn't actually see it in the sky). I started to walk down the driveway, away from the house, and I became lucid once I got about halfway there. I did the nose-plug RC, and I could breathe, so I knew I was dreaming. I rubbed my hands together and looked at them, counting five fingers on each hand. If something was weird about them, I never noticed.

      I continued walking down the driveway and, since I was only semi-lucid, I didn't think of teleporting at the moment. Instead, I involuntarily decided to turn right down the gravel road and walk in the moonlight. Right before I turned the corner, I saw a few green dandelion weeds (minus the yellow dandelion part) at the foot of the large pine tree next to the driveway. These weeds were accompanied by a few white daisies, and a small clump of lilacs. The flowers all looked normal; realistic - the daisies had white petals with a yellow center, and the lilacs were lavender in color, just like they are in real life. I knelt down and smelled the air around the flowers, and I could actually pick up the scent of lilacs! It was awesome!

      I turned my attention towards the daisies. I picked one up; it didn't put up a fight and resist being pulled up from the soil at all, as if it was just floating in air. As I brought it towards my face and looked at it closely, I realized that the white petals now had a huge amount of tiny, pint-sized holes in them; these holes were more abundant towards the outer regions of the petal, and a few of these petals looked like they were eaten a bit around the edges. I saw the slight bending of the petals as they connected to the center, which now looked like the middle of a sunflower with all the seeds, except this was a solid yellow. The amount of detail was stunning; I'd never seen details as crystal clear and sharp before, regardless of the fact that I was only semi-lucid. The flower was so sharp, in fact, one could easily have thought there was aliasing around the edges. My gaze was fixed on this flower for a good minute or so, just observing all the details.

      "Wow, this is amazing!" I gasped sometime during the observation, completely astonished.

      I could make this entry a five-star one just from that moment alone.

      After I finished looking at the flower, I got up onto my feet again and dropped it to the ground. Then I continued walking down the gravel road, surrounded on both sides by large, dense pine trees. I observed that the trees on the right side of the road were a bit thinner and shorter than the ones on the left, looking back and forth a few times and chuckling because of that strange layout. After two or three minutes of just walking along, I got to a clearing. It was like one of those half-circle campsites you see along the side of the road, except at least five times the size, and there was one of these on both sides of the gravel road. The ground was all gravel now, with the exception of the grassy terrain that started on the edges of these 'campsites', where the pine trees were clustered, bordering the area. The place made a big circular clearing that must have been a good two hundred feet wide and long.

      On either sides of the circle were some pretty strange setups, though. On the right side of the clearing, there were two thicker, square glass panels that were propped up on their sides, about thirty feet from one another. They were at a good ten feet high and wide. On top of them, going from one panel to the other, was a longer glass panel of the same thickness. In between the two square glass pieces, and sheltered by the long one on top, was a big bed. It looked like something from a game; the bed was very smooth (like plastic) and basically consisted of a solid, wood-colored rectangle with another, pale red-purple rectangle with smoothed edges on top and coming over the sides like a bedsheet. I saw a low headboard made from the same wood-colored piece as the rest of the bed. There was a white rectangle, again with smoothed edges, for a pillow on top of the covers near the end.

      I was losing my lucidity; by now I was probably only at a 3/10, but I kept going in regards to dream control. I turned to the left and saw a small, beaten-up wooden house. I walked over to it and opened the door, entering into a bedroom. This bedroom was about 15x15 feet with smooth, medium-tone hardwood floors, beige wallpaper, and brown wooden paneling along the floor (I'm tired; I can't remember what it's called at the moment). There was a closet in the middle of one wall; it took up a good chunk of the wallspace and was made of two smooth, sliding wooden doors with no handles. I went over to this closet, dug my nails into the wood of the left door, and pulled it over to the right, expecting an airport terminal to be on the other side. I needed there to be a large glass window and viewing area - I'm surprised I managed to teleport like this, let alone to the proper area, with such a low level of lucidity. The door opened to practically an exact replica of the airport briefly seen in Fight Club, near the end of the film. It's that place the narrator is in when he's got himself smushed against the window, frantically looking outside. I could see down the terminal and saw a regular seating area, but the place was all empty. There were no people whatsoever.


      I'd completely lost my lucidity at that point, and the dream not ten seconds later.

    10. Most Terrifying Dream - Visitor and Knife-Based Pain

      by , 07-12-2011 at 08:22 PM
      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Two hours after waking up today, I took a nap, because I was hoping to enter SP and have a WILD. Instead, I fell asleep normally and then entered multiple false awakenings. What happened next was one of the longest and most effed-up dreams I've had. When I woke up, I did a record amount of reality checks. Where in the world did this come from, why is my subconscious so demented, and why did it have to happen when I was attempting a WILD?

      It was afternoon. I was outside, and the sky overhead looked normal for the time of day. I was walking along the right side of my house, sandwiched between the house and a long, straight wooden fence that extended down it. This fence was ashen in colour and seasoned-looking, with uneven, ragged boards that were slightly pointed on top. There was green grass everywhere, and the exterior of the house itself was made of ruddy red bricks with light-coloured cement in between. I was headed to the backyard, where I "knew" the house's garage would be. When I rounded the back corner of the house and reached the yard, it was an extremely strange setup.

      There was the same, tall wooden fence as the one along the side of the house, but this one was much taller, probably twenty feet tall. It fenced in the entire yard on three sides, then connected to the fence I'd just walked along. Because of the yard fence's height, it blocked out the view of everything outside the yard, although I could see tall, normal-looking trees going at least ten feet past the height of the fence. The presence of the ridiculously tall fence and trees caused it to become darker in the yard, since there wasn't as much room for light to get in.

      I looked to the left, at the yard. There was just straight brick on the house; there were no doorways or anything to get in and out. There was just more slightly-overgrown grass, and the garage. This garage was painted white and looked rustic; a few patches of paint here and there were flaking off. The garage door was open, but I didn't see any cars.

      Then, someone from my school's graduating class walked out. I recognized her immediately, and she looked normal - she had long dark brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. I had invited her over, and now it was time for her to leave. I smiled and waved as she walked past me, leaving through where I'd just come from.

      Then, I saw my dad walk up beside me.

      "Hey [Puffin], can you help me for a sec?" His voice sounded a bit muffled. I didn't think this was odd.

      He led me down the right side of the house, where I had entered the yard from. Once we got past it, the area wasn't the front yard or driveway of a house like you'd expect; instead, it was another backyard. The setup for this part is very hard to explain because of how complex it was. The side of the house we'd just walked down opened up into a square-shaped lot (probably 60x60 feet), completely closed-in by the same tall fence, and on the other side of the fence you could see more trees. A few of these trees even arced over the fence and above the yard a little; their branches and trunks were thick and gnarled. However, they didn't cast any discernible shadows of their own; the whole yard was just in one solid pale shadow, darker than the back yard. The terrain of this yard slanted up five or six feet towards the back of the lot, especially on the left side.

      In the middle of this yard, leaving three or four feet on each side for walkspace, was a big hole. The edges of this hole were smoothed out, and covered in grass, but then it steeply dropped off into blackness; it was very, very deep. Sometime when I was walking along the house, my dad had gone past me and ended up on the other side of the hole, in the far left corner of the yard where the ground was the most raised. Apparently he wanted to return to my side, but now the yard was littered with big, wide boards of slightly-destroyed wood. Most of them were irregularly-shaped, like the random pieces of paper a kid cuts out with scissors. My dad couldn't just walk around this field of wood, because they were filling the yard all the way up to the fence. But in the hole, there was a possible way to cross it. There were two very, very tall grey rocks with flat tops floating in the hole. Connecting the two rocks was a large, flat piece of dry grey wood. There were two other wood planks, and this created a bridge across the whole.

      On the middle plank, there was also a big, triangular-shaped rock that must have been four feet tall. It looked like it weighed a ton. My dad slowly made his way onto the planks (which wobbled a lot, and he held out his arms for balance, but he didn't look concerned). Once he reached the middle plank, he pushed the rock down into the big hole without any effort, and it disappeared. There was no way he'd be able to push it in real life.

      I decided to check in for the day and sleep. I walked away a few steps and looked at the brick wall of the house. Unlike before, when I saw no doors, now there was a basic white door with a gold doorknob. I opened it and walked into blackness. As I walked forward a few steps, I felt slightly numb, losing feeling in my body as I sometimes do when I'm lucid and the dream ends. And I did become slightly lucid at this point! However, the dream scene changed.

      I woke up in bed. But not really; it was a false awakening. I couldn't see anything around me because my eyes were still closed, but I knew the room was spacious and had a high ceiling that was painted beige, as were the walls. I knew the bed was an antique, with polished wood with fine details and rich colouration. I knew the bed had white bedsheets and a thicker white quilt on top of that. I was on top of the covers, lying on my left side.

      Immediately, I "knew" I was awake and resolved to DEILD. I breathed normally and stayed still. Although the third breath was a bit quicker and deeper than the others, which usually stops my DEILD attempts, I managed to get small vibrations rolling up and down my body. In the center of my vision, I saw a light blue square that was blurring in an outwards direction (almost like a tunnel). It expanded, and a blurry, pale scene formed in front of me. There were very abstract, blurry, dark grey shapes of people's heads and some desks. The only colors in this scene were darker, pale blue and greys. The scene then started to fade slowly as I started to fail the DEILD.

      As the scene faded, taking about ten seconds, I saw a very clear image in my mind's eye - it was a shoulders-and-up shot of a beautiful woman holding a baby up against her shoulder, one hand resting on the back of its head. I heard a woman's voice narrating something along the lines of, "most mothers prefer to hold their baby with two hands if they are pregnant." It was nonsensical but I didn't realize it.

      Once that image faded, I was back in bed with my eyes closed. I thought, 'let's try this one more time'.

      I managed to get the blurry square again, but it was darker than before and disappeared quickly, leaving me lying in bed again. I laid there on my left side for a few moments and breathed out normally. But I didn't get any results.

      Then I opened my eyes, giving up. I blinked once and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly high-pitched, desperate scream, like something straight of a nightmare. It said, "don't look up!", and the "up" drew itself out into a long scream of its own. In the next instant, I was still looking at the ceiling, the yellow colors and window briefly flashed white like a camera had gone off, and I heard one of those sounds like in a horror film - it's like the sound wind makes when a big truck drives past you on the highway, minus all the mechanical wheel and actual truck noises. When everything was white, I saw the bright green outline of a tall church steeple, leaning over towards the right. This was in the corner of my vision. The 'outline' was most like someone had taken a simple photo and inverted the colors, so the blacks were white and the other stuff was green.

      The flash only lasted a moment, and then as the whiteness and church faded, I felt a momentary 'shift' or acceleration downwards, although I didn't actually move from the bed at all. It was like an invisible force had come into effect and was spiritually trying to pull me down. Then, I felt a hand strongly press me down into the bed, and roll me over onto my stomach, with the left side of my face pressed right against the bed. I couldn't see anything. At some point my vision had stopped working and everything had gone a dark, dark brown. My back was suddenly exposed and uncovered as I laid there, and then I felt a sharp blade slowly going into my back, dragging slowly along my rib. It started about four inches below my right shoulder blade, tracing along that rib. The knife was excruciatingly painful as it slowly cut its way through my skin, which seemed to give too much resistance to be realistic, but that only made it worse. I had never felt this much pain in a dream before. The cut went down along the skin and stopped when it got to the very side of my body. All the while, I was paralyzed, and I screamed like crazy.

      For a second, I became almost semi-lucid, and I broke free of the paralysis, but when I moved it, was like my bones were stiff and gelled together or something. I turned around, a bit more onto my back and looked at what was doing this. It was a hooded figure, with a black robe like the grim reaper, and surrounded in something like grey smoke. There was a thin, lighter brown woven cord loosely coiled three or four times around his neck; this cord was made of long brown hair! I wasted no time and growled at this creature and attempted to kick him away, but I couldn't move my legs anymore. I tried to punch him, but I was totally paralyzed again.

      He turned me over and proceeded to cut another line into me, slightly further down my body along the next rib. It was really painful. This cut lasted about seven seconds, slightly less than the first, but then I felt another one, a bit further down still. The whole time, I screamed, and as the last cut ended, I saw a flash of another brief image: my vision turned a solid yellow, and I saw three abstract curves that were larger on one end and smaller on the other. The three lines gradated from red to dark brown, almost black, and only took up about a tenth of the total area of my vision; they appeared off near the left side.

      For a brief moment during the cuts, I was aware of my sister lying on the bed beside me, and she said something like, "I told you so", but I can't remember the exact words. The words she said were laced with pain as if she was getting cut, too.

      The dream finally ended, and when I woke up, I could feel residual stinging in my back. I didn't get up immediately, nervous that I'd entered another FA. It took a lot of RCs and a few minutes of lying stock-still in bed before I could get up and shake things out.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 07:15 PM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    11. FA - Square in my Vision and Dream Sleep Paralysis

      by , 07-06-2011 at 08:50 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This dream immediately preceded the previous entry, Harmonica and Minor MDP Activities. It consists of more false awakenings and in-dream "fake sleep paralysis" crap.

      I woke up in my bed, the lights in the room on like normal. Okay, I didn't really wake up - I had actually entered my first false awakening in months.

      I was on my back, with my duvet cover half pulled onto me, up to my stomach. I wasn't thinking about the lucid dream that I just had; instead, I was focused on just trying to get my vision to work. I was looking up at the ceiling, slightly down and to the right, almost at the wall. My eyes didn't seem to be functioning properly; I was seeing slightly in double vision. Outlines of objects were shimmering and rippling. I moved slightly in my bed, lifting my arm up and feeling the air move over it as I did. My bed must have been warm for me to notice the cooler air in the room when I moved.

      I breathed out and my gaze shifted to the right, almost to my door. The door was on the wall right-adjacent to the one that the head of my bed was up against. As my eyes looked further and further to the right, a black, almost fully-transparent silhouette shaped like a CD case came into the left corner of my vision. When I looked less to the right and more to the left, the square would also move to the left and go further from the center of my vision, and obstruct less of my view. I got frustrated and thought, briefly, that this might just be a dream, but it didn't go anywhere.

      I decided to try WILDing and ignore this 'square'. I closed my eyes; when I did, they didn't actually close, and I could still see everything around me. As with practically all of my dream sleep paralysis episodes, in a few moments I felt shaking, and saw the covers being pulled off of me. For some reason, I was looking up with my head resting normally against my pillow, but I could see the foot of my bed as if my head was actually up. My covers in real life pretty much consist of a down duvet with a rainbow-striped cover, with alternating colors of sky blue, red, orange, yellow, pale purple and green (the stripes themselves also vary in thickness). This was the case in the dream, too. I saw the duvet getting pulled towards the foot of my bed, and then underneath, as if something was sitting under the end there, just reeling it all in.

      I then suddenly fell through my bed and smacked the floor on my back, which hurt the top part of my spine, in between my shoulders, a bit. Realistic pain isn't uncommon in my SP dreams either. It was now pretty dark in the room, as if all the lights were off but moonlight was pouring in from the windows - lots of moonlight. The floor was dusty, but I couldn't move anything but my head and eyes. I was facing upwards, looking up at the underside of my bed which now had a hole burned through it; there were broken wood pieces and splinters around the edges of this hole, which was probably twice the size of a dinner plate. Past the hole, up at the ceiling, it was really dark.

      I then looked to the left, a bit nervous because of how intense this sleep paralysis was getting, and saw a monster - it was a very disfigured, pale, pale blue-green person with their mouth half-open, missing teeth, and dry, torn skin. They weren't wearing anything but I could only recognize their legs and arms, and not their stomach or anything else besides their facial features - maybe not even that! They had holes where their eyes should've been, a triangular hole where the nose should be (like on a skull), and only a few thin strands of lighter, pale hair.

      I started to feel intense vibrations, which were also similar to real life ones.

      Then I woke up for real.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 06:05 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    12. Fragment - Zzz... I'm Late...

      by , 12-17-2010 at 09:46 PM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      This was a false awakening. I woke up in my bed, not lifting my head up more than a few inches. It was dark in the bedroom, and I couldn't see anything but the faint outlines of my wooden dresser and night table. There was a slight light bluish wash over the room that came from a small rectangular window above my bed, but this didn't make the location any lighter.

      I looked at my alarm clock, rather groggily. The glowing red numbers read 7:40, which was much later than I normally wake up.

      "Crap... I'm late for school... Why didn't my alarm clock go off...?"

      I just shrugged it off and put my head down into the pillow again, closing my eyes.

      Within moments I woke up for real, and this time the clock read 6:15.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 08:37 PM by 28408

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid , false awakening
    13. False Awakening

      by , 08-27-2010 at 06:02 PM
      Type: DILD.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      I'm still having lower lucidity than I'd like...

      I woke up in my bedroom to extremely dim conditions, almost no light available to see things with. It was the same bedroom I currently sleep in, but it was way smaller, probably only half the size. The walls were mint green with white molding, also not like my real bedroom. But the bed was the same; queen with a white comforter. It was very hard to see these details, but I managed.

      After sitting up in bed but before getting up, I became lucid, looking at my small blue digital clock at my bedside. There was no time at all displayed on it; it probably wasn't even on. I quickly plugged my nose and then suddenly burst up out of my bed, ran out of my bedroom door into the dark hallway, and then ran to the front door. The whole time I was shouting "woohoo!" I usually exit through the front door of my house, especially on lower lucidity levels, but I'm not usually running blindly through the house like that.


      I was now at the front door (and it was already open). I just walked outside a few steps and took off flying for the rest of the dream. And yes, I was flying in dimly lit conditions. I got up pretty high at one point and was now far away from my neighborhood. There was a single road with a few highway lights illuminating it with orange, and high above it were telephone poles. I had to fly even higher to avoid getting clipped by the wires and cables.



      Most of my lucidity was gone at this point, because I was obviously lacking confidence in my ability to fly through fake f****** telephone wires.

      Updated 07-03-2011 at 06:35 AM by 28408

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    14. Sleep Paralysis

      by , 08-23-2010 at 08:46 PM
      Type: regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      The problem with continually trying to WILD is that you end up getting a glut of sleep paralysis-related dreams, which usually aren't lucids. But this one was just effing scary.

      I was in my supposed room, a small bedroom with dark blue walls and a queen-sized bed with a mint green comforter. I was lying on my stomach, on top of the comforter without a pillow, but with my arms under my head. In real life they would've lost circulation, but in the dream they didn't. I attempting to get sleep paralysis to WILD, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I got off the bed and lay down on the steel blue-colored carpet, my arms under my head again. My eyes were open the whole time.

      Immediately after settling down, I felt tingling, and then I felt something sitting on top of me. Then it proceeded to almost lightly hug me, as I could feel it wrapping around my chest and back. It got off and then I heard a slight metallic flick. My heart began to beat very fast, almost coming through my chest; I could feel it trying to get out.

      I then felt something sharp dragging along my back in a straight line. It stopped after a few moments, and then it happened again, a few inches down, parallel to the other line. Then, it happened twice more, but this time the lines were perpendicular to the previous two. It almost hurt, but there wasn't any true discernible pain. The whole time I tried to ignore it, because I knew it wasn't real (not to mention it wasn't even sleep paralysis but a dream!).

      It ended and I woke up for real.

      Updated 07-03-2011 at 06:36 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    15. Road to the End

      by , 08-22-2010 at 06:32 PM
      This is one of my
      Five-Star Dreams



      Type: regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      This is probably, by far, the longest dream I've ever had!

      I cannot remember exactly how this dream began, although I do know that I was in a mall setting. The floor was made of large smoky tiles, the walls white. The lights were dim, as if it had just shut down for the night, and outside it was dark; I could tell this because the triangular ceiling consisted of transparent glass panels. I was standing beside Will Graham, a character from the film Red Dragon (probably because I'd watched that movie the night before), and we were facing two other people, both of which were my classmates and good friends from school. We made a square, each of us at one point. There was another man sporting a suit and a long navy tie, positioned ten or twelve feet away from us, and was presumably the announcer of this each-man-for-themselves "duel". He began to speak.

      "Each of you have been given a special power to use in this fight." As he spoke, Will stepped away and backed up against the wall, holding his hands up. "I'm not going to do this," he said. "I'm nervous." The remaining three of us continued to listen. "Puffin gets invulnerability." And then he pointed to my two friends consecutively. "You have the ability to run fast, and you have the ability to control electricity. Good luck." With that, he backed away and sat cross-legged on the floor beside Will, who was still standing. For some reason, I knelt down onto the ground and waited for the other two to charge at me. After a few moments of silence, they finally did. The fight itself was really just basic hand-to-hand combat, and no one used their powers. But I did get punched in the nose and didn't get hurt.

      The next instant, I found myself in my bed with a white duvet pulled almost completely over me, my eyes already open. "Must have been a dream," I said to myself, and got up. The room wasn't my actual bedroom, but it was pretty large, around fourteen by fourteen feet, with soft tan carpet and light pink walls. I walked to the door, which had a white paint job, and opened it. The door led to a room with the same carpet, but it was much smaller and had a large flatscreen television on a black wooden desk. There was an ipod nano plugged in somewhere (I could see the cord and the device), and the computer screen was on but I can't recall what was on it. There was a cylindrical white garbage bin under the desk with a bunch of stuff in it; on top was the legible wrapper for a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar.


      "We have these?" I asked. Someone had obviously eaten it, so I immediately went to our horizontal white freezer, which was in the same room right next to the door. I opened it and didn't feel any cold temperatures, but instead saw a cardboard box with the same type of label among other freezer foods. There were a few bars left, so I pulled one out and opened it. The bar looked exactly like the above picture. I took a bite and didn't taste strawberry filling, but something else. It took a few moments to realize what flavor it was. "Blueberry?" I said, surprised. "Gross". I looked where I took the bite and there was blue filling, not pink or red. I turned around to face the computer again, and there was another white door right beside it. I opened it and saw that it led into the street. I was facing a four-lane street with broken yellow dividers; cars ran along them at highway speeds. I stepped out of the door and looked around; around me were large city buildings that looked like ones a banking or insurance company would own, all with large glass windows. There were small buildings too, and I noted a convenience store that had a logo like 7-Eleven but didn't pay any more attention to it. I was only a few feet from the door I just walked through, when someone stepped beside me. I turned my head and was looking at a teenage boy, around seventeen years of age, with short brown hair. He was wearing an olive green t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "you're the only one that can do this. No one else will listen to me."

      ...Or something like that.

      At that moment, I knew what I was looking for: a large car that looked like an Porsche 918 Spyder, except it was twice the size, covered with custom armor, and was carrying an atomic bomb. It was being driven by a heavily armed, schizophrenic man.

      I looked at the cars rushing by on the highway, and began to run towards them. I took a huge leap, landing on top of a car that looked like an Audi R8 and crushing the front hood. I recoiled slightly from the landing and then heard a quiet exclamation from a man inside the car. But I didn't care, his car could be replaced. The world couldn't be. The car I landed on was still moving, just slower than the other vehicles now, and I jumped again, this time into the middle of traffic, contacting the pavement. I looked behind me and saw cars about to run me over, so I faced the direction of travel and began to run alongside traffic, in between lanes so I wouldn't get run over. After a while of running with the traffic at inhumane speeds, I heard the sound of a speeding engine. Still running, I looked behind me to see a large, generic black car rushing towards me, knocking out cars in its way as if they were made of plastic. It came up to me and I crouched down, pressing up with great force as it began to run me over. It flew into the air, a good hundred feet, and contacted the side of a tall business building. I looked at my hands and was covered in dirt, and I smelled blood. It wasn't coming from me though, I knew, so I continued to walk down the street. The vehicles on the road kept their distance from me now, slowing down practically to a crawl and moving in a uniform speed.

      I kept walking for the next few minutes, occasionally looking up at the sky that was filled with thick clouds. There was no sun appearing today.

      The road then ended. Cars that were travelling along this road with me disappeared, and at the end of the strip was a rectangular single-story building with a dark green stucco exterior. It had a single large, square-shaped wooden door. I heard muffled thrashing inside the building, as if someone was banging on the walls with a large object, trying to get out. I gathered myself and rammed into the door, breaking it down. But as I did, something huge broke through the walls and door, and zoomed right over top of my head. It was the massive car; I could see a large hockey puck-shaped piece of metal on the top of it. I looked back at the building, which was nearly totalled from the car. Then my gaze returned to the threat. I was determined to stop it.

      I couldn't see the man, neither inside or outside the car, so I'd be spared gunshots and injury; for the most part anyways. I quickly walked towards the car, and music began to play in the background of the dream. I'd never heard an actual song playing in a dream before, so this was different. It was the distorted tune of Dani California, a song I listened to the night before this dream happened. When I got in close proximity, I hurled myself at the car and punched it, creating a huge hole and causing it to fly away from me a few feet. I continued to do this, beating the metal up. Each blow I delt, the car became more and more unrecognizeable. But hello, what about the bomb?


      By now, the car was the consistency of a crumpled piece of paper. I backed up a few feet and then ran at it as fast as I could, landing one final hit. The car blasted away into the side of a semi truck and there was a massive explosion, mostly smoke but there was fire as well. It wasn't from the bomb, just the impact of the car against the truck. And I knew that the bomb was now deactivated (somehow). I'd find the man behind this someday.

      Updated 09-06-2011 at 10:00 PM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , memorable
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