nightmare

Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

This was after my WBTB, where I done a mantra saying that I will wake up after each REM, lie still and DEILD.

I'm in a large music room with a class, although there's only a few of us here. The only person I actually notice and take an interest in is a tall boy with strawberry blonde hair. There are two piano's, which I decide to try and play. I sit down and try to play a familiar piece, but the keys are flat and not defined, so I find it very hard to play.

Suddenly a teacher -a man- comes in and says we need to move out, that we're homeless and on the run. We all troop out into medieval Scotland. We walk for ages, trying to get to the border between Scotland and England. I swear and jump about, because it's legal in Scotland but not England (only in the dream of course). I run ahead of everyone, trying to find the sign. Eventually I see i've ran past it into England. Scared, I quickly re-cross the border.

Night has fallen and everyone is chilled to the bone, and tired. We huddle together, shivering. They all move away to find a place to sleep. I notice two dark, twisted gates facing each other. I move to the one on the left, climb up the tall stone walls until i'm peering over it.

There's bushes and gravestones everywhere. Sticks of fire light up patches of the area. I get the feeling that I can change things, so with a bit of effort I manage to make some of the graves sparkle blue.

With a shriek, a gargoyle flies past, a firey torch on it's back and a spear clenched in it's claws. I drop to the ground before it sees me and realise with horror that this is the cursed graveyard. Anyone who is seen in it is doomed to be hunted down and brutally murdered by the monsters inside, if they are seen. It's why there are torches everywhere, and the monsters carry them with them.

But, the graveyard opposite the cursed, is a safe haven. Unsure if i've been spotted, I sprint into the safe graveyard to find my group. They're on the dirty ground, curled up sleeping. Heart pounding, I lie down. I can't sleep because I still feel something is wrong.

Where's the blonde boy? I can't see him. He didn't go into the graveyard did he? Fear gripping me, I run back over to the cursed graveyard. Instead of climbing, I fly up into the air. Yes! He's down in there. I can't let him be seen.

I shoot out my hand, which extinguishes a nearby fire. I do this to the ones around him, and even to the flying gargoyle, which shrieks menacingly. I don't care, I just need to get the guy out of here.

And unfortunately I can't remember any more than that It was rather creepy..

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm in a plane, but it is an open planned one with no seats. My brother is here too, with several other people. We are being given orders to destroy the "zombie" parasites that are spreading across the world.

Throughout the speech, we discover one is in our midst. I stay to the sidelines as the others attack her. She teleports around the plane, killing off members of our team. She looks entirely human, but snarls and spits, looking mad and frightening. Eventually, someone cuts her down.

I discover it is only my brother and I left. He curses, swearing that he will get revenge.



[Dreamskip] We are in a dank, filthy room. I hear a slow drip of water echoing throughout, and the grey tiled walls and floor stretch out. I don't walk along to discover what is in here. There are pipes everywhere.

I turn a corner to see that my brother has found one. He's tied it to a counter. "I will get revenge." He hisses through clenched teeth.

I stand and watch as he grabs the parasite's hand, who appears to be a young man in his mid-twenties, and slowly crushes a finger. The parasite screams and wriggles about, trying to break free. My brother slowly crushes the other fingers, and eventually the rest of his hand. I continue to watch with a blank expression, though inside the screaming chills me.

After crushing his other hand, my brother reaches up, takes the parasite's head between his hands, and squeezes. Blood runs through his fingers, and when he lets go, there is only a bloody mush left behind. Feeling sick, I turn away and continue along the room.

My brother catches up to me, panting a little. "There must be a way they can move locations so quickly." I agree. At the end of a room we find a wardrobe. We glance at eachother, and nodding for him to get ready, I swiftly slide open the doors.

They jam, leaving a gap. I quickly glance in, but there is nothing but junk inside. My brother scoffs, and turns to leave. "Wait." I say. I climb into the cupboard, tripping over the mass of objects inside, and find that the far wall is a mirror. But the mirror is blank. My brother follows me in. We walk into the mirror.

It takes us to my gran's house. This fills me with apprehension, as I realise they have been in her house, and that they may be the reason she is sick.

It's early morning, and she is most likely sleeping. My brother holds a finger to his lips, and silently as we can, we look around the room to see if we can find anything. At the back of the tv, we find a sleeping bag. My eyes narrow, and I decide to look upstairs. My brother keeps looking around the living room.

I slowly go to the spare bedroom. My eyes dart around, trying to spot any hiding parasite's, but finding nothing. I peel back the covers of the bed, and jump back as a bat swings for my hand. Panting a little from shock, I see that there are two mechanical metal bats attatched to the end of the bed. They begin to swing and hit the bed from side to side rhythmically.

I see that when they detect movement, they are designed to break a person's legs, and keep hitting them until their legs are destroyed, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Steadying myself, I grab a bat as it swings down. Clenching my teeth, I strain as I push the bat the other way until it breaks and stops moving. I do the same to the other.

Just as I put the covers over it, my gran comes in. She is shocked, but delighted to see me. She goes downstairs to see my brother.

A certain parasite must have placed something in her room to make her sick. I go through, looking around for any traps. Seeing nothing, I stand on her bed and look onto her wardrobe. There are wrist bands up there, and... a playing card. I grab them, and study them, though nothing appears to be wrong. My grandad comes in, and says that they are his. He talks about a book I should read, and then leaves.

I go back downstairs with only the playing card. For some reason the card gives me a sense of dread. I look around for my brother, but he has disappeared. I look at the last place I saw him -behind the tv- but he is not there.

I am about to turn away, when I spot something there. Leaning down, I pick up another card.

Feeling truely fearful, I think that he is one of them.

Awake Non-lucid

Quite a sketchy dream, but I'll try my best to write it out

I'm outside my previous estate. There's a slight wind, and the light (as it is per usual in my dreams) is a twilight orange. I stand completely still, watching the orange brick house, watching the shadows twist and move over the surface.

A tall, burly man in a black suit comes out and stands before me. "I am your father. Come inside and settle down."

Something feels off about this man. "You are not my father." I snarl, remaining still.

He grinds his teeth and then says "Yes, I am. Come inside and get something to eat."

I give up and go inside. The house is much bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Inside, he shows me to my room. He appears to be very, very rich. The room is a light grey. Curtains drape down the walls, and in the centre of the room is a large bathtub.

[Dreamskip] I don't know how long I've been here. But this man who calls me daughter is evil. I run.

I stop outside of a broken down caravan. My brother sits outside. Together we go inside, where we meet an old woman. She eagerly gives us food. A mouldy piece of pizza, with coleslaw and other horrible, off foods, all piled on top of eachother.

The womans features turn ugly as i decline the plate of food. She throws the food at me and screams at me to eat.



With a start I realise she is the old hag I see often in my dreams. I run into a conservatory, the old hag after me with the food. With no where to run, she grabs me and tries to force the food down my throat. I splutter and try to throw her off me, but she pins my arms to my sides, laughing wickedly. She says that she is helping me, and that the man is evil.

I think they were working together.