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    1. Shotguns and Alton Towers

      by , 09-15-2011 at 04:37 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-lucid Vivid

      It's dark and windy outside. I'm in a white, open room with many windows, but it's bustling with people. I'm in school, in a french lesson (definitely NOT my school, and I don't take or know any french) . I'm laughing with a couple of people. The class seems really informal. No one is sitting in seats, and we're off in groups doing whatever we want. I start talking a bit of German.

      A teacher comes up.
      (She actually teaches RMPS at my school). She's very small, with long dark hair. I seem to think that she's a laid back teacher and that I can have a joke around with her, but when I make a comment, her face goes stern.

      She asks me to say something in French. I glance at my friends, but they offer no help. I mumble something and the teacher is suddenly furious. She shouts in my face, so I try and back away but end up flat against a window. She slaps me, quite hard, and I'm getting quite scared.

      She drags me outside by my hair and pushes me onto my knees, shoving a shotgun into my hands. For some reason, this is a horrible punishment. I hold the the shotgun away from me and shake my head. I don't want to touch it and it seems to burn my skin. The night is suddenly very still and starry, it would actually be beautiful, if I weren't preoccupied.

      The teacher grabs a boy and holds him in front of me.

      "Shoot him or I'll shoot you."

      I'm breathing heavily, I look between the boy and the teacher. The boy is shaking and obviously fearing for his life. The teacher's face remains neutral. My life or his.

      I can't do it. I throw the shotgun to the ground.


      I'm at Alton Towers, before the park has actually opened. I'm standing in a line waiting to get on Rita, excited but also a little fearful. I remember the speed and am not sure if I want to go on it again. I decide to leave and go on Air instead.

      I go to back out of the line, but someone pushes me forward and I can't get out. Suddenly I'm in an indoor swimming pool, all tiled.
      A woman pulls me onto a chair and straps me in. I tell her I don't want to go on but she either can't hear me or doesn't care. She doesn't strap me in properly, as the belt is becoming undone. I can't get out of the seat though.

      The seat lifts up and delves into the water. I'm only under for a few seconds but when I'm dragged back up I cough and splutter out water. It's dripping into my eyes and blurring my vision but I can't move to wipe it away. My clothes feel like they're just dragging me downwards. The water is ice cold.

      Someone at the side sits with a laptop. "You need to download some mantras!" They call. I'm pushed back underwater and have stopped fighting against it. The person keeps shouting that I need to "download" mantras, but I go quite lifeless and sag against the chair. Eventually I black out.
    2. Cursed Graveyard

      by , 08-22-2011 at 04:58 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      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..
      non-lucid , nightmare
    3. The Mission

      by , 08-05-2011 at 09:26 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-lucid

      I'm on a beach, sitting in the damp sand. The sun is low in the sky, a sunset. Skylar comes and sits beside me. The sun makes his hair look especially golden. It's been a long time since i've seen him. We sit in silence.

      I find myself in a room covered in photos. A door opens and a few people walk in, guns out, looking hostile. They shoot at me, but I jump to the side, finding twin guns in my hands. I notice i'm wearing knee length boots, black shorts, and a black shirt. I'm also wearing a thick belt containing various knives and holders for my guns.

      I shoot down one of the men quickly and jump off a wall. The woman runs from the room.

      The other man's bullet catches me in the leg. I yell out and drop to one knee. Everything goes in slow motion. I'm frozen as I watch another bullet fly through the air and hit me in the stomach.

      I wake up on a sky scraper. Skylar is hanging motionless on the edge of it, several feet in the air. The blonde woman, Katie, appears. "You can choose to save the city or you can choose to save him." then she disappears.

      The city is getting blown up around me. But I see men take aim at Skylar. I shout out, and shoot down the men. A missile flies past and I try to catch it. I can't defend both of them at the same time.

      Someone tackles me, and i'm knocked out again. "We've got her!" I hear, as I pass out.

      I wake up in a dank, dark room made of metal. I press my ear to the door.

      "We have her contained. There's no way she's getting out."

      "You better keep her in there, because you know we won't get her back if she gets out. She's impossible to catch when she's on the move."

      I notice a tiny hole in the wall. I guess they thought I couldn't get through it. They should think again.

      I squeeze through the door and run.

      Alarms sound, and I hear people shooting. "Grab her!"

      But i'm too fast. When i'm running, no matter who tries to shoot or grab me, i'm too fast for them. I run down the metal halls, jumping over objects and swinging from poles to avoid being caught.

      I glance over my shoulder to see a group of large, metal robots. They have big guns and are on motorbikes. I jump, kick off the wall next to me, and kick one off their bike, landing on it. I grab the guns and speed off. But if I don't stop them soon eventually they'll shoot me down.

      I skid 180 degrees and drive backwards, hands free, firing my guns at them. But there's too many. I crash through a wall and hop off, again making a run for it.

      It seems there's so much chaos behind me that they've lost me. I run down a very empty, silent hall and into what looks like a bedroom. I almost faint when I realise I've ran straight into Katie's room. She could turn up any second. I panic, looking about for a way out. I shoot out the window panel and leap through it.

      I land over the other end of a metal fence, just scraping past it into long, overgrown grass. I look behind me to see a beautiful garden with a fountain. Feeling like something bad is going to happen, I sprint away as fast as possible.

      [Dreamskip] I slam the door closed. An elder, strict looking woman looks up. "How was your stay?" she asked, looking calculating.

      "It wasn't a "stay" you liar. It was a fucking mission and you almost got me killed."
    4. The Wave To The Cold City

      by , 06-27-2011 at 08:57 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

      I'm in a shed. The wood is dark and splintered, with white salt marks down it. The shed is cramped and filled with forgotten objects that no one cares for anymore. I turn my head to see a dusty dvd called Cheaper By the Dozen 5.

      Someone calls my name. I turn around to look out of the door. Two men are lying in awkward positions on the sandy floor outside. They look as though they've dropped from the sky and broken all their bones when they landed. "Cheaper by the dozen 5?" I say slowly. "I thought there were only a couple of those movies."

      The men shake their heads vigorously. "No no. There are much more!"

      I go outside. I'm on a small strip of sandy land, surrounded by the sea. There's a rough breeze, and a few wind and salt worn straggly trees sprouting from the ground, their bark the same colour as the shed, with the same white marks. The sky is grey and everything is all together bleak.

      Suddenly a wave passes high over head. It's going to cover the whole tiny island.

      I jump onto a meter sized bit of bark. It's picked up by the wave and I struggle to stay on the board as both myself and the wave travel higher and higher. I see mountains all around. This is a disaster. A second wave comes up behind me and threatens to crash onto me. I grit my teeth and try harder to rise above the wave.

      As we go higher, both waves begin to freeze. I hear chinking sounds as the water suddenly freezes with deathly jagged spikes. I throw myself from the ice and land with a crash into cold, salt water.

      I come up for air, exhausted. My vision flickers as I dimly register another little sandy island, with the same dark wood as the other island. There are little wooden log houses on this one, and people bustle about. There are a variety of wooden ships surrounding the island, and fishermen out catching their dinner.

      I don't have the energy to swim. I float, unable to swim to shore. It's so close, yet so far. The island fades from view and I pass out.

      I wake up in a bed with a log fire crackling away beside me. It's a small two roomed cabin by the looks of it, with plain wooden furnishings and knitted cloths. There is no technology at all.

      An old woman comes into the room. She's small, with grey wavy hair tied back and a kind, wrinkled face. She gives me a smooth wooden bowl and spoon, with what looks like soup in it. She says it's potato. I tend to only like tomato soup but i'm hungry and eat up eagerly. It's tasty and spiced with other things too.

      When i'm feeling better she takes me outside. It really is a small place, but everyone is busy bustling about. She explains to me that there are two groups of people. People who fish and people who keep ships. They are happy to live side by side as long as the fishermen provide the ship people with fish, for boats in return.

      As I look around I notice that the only thing people are eating is little bowls of soup. I get i'll have to get used to that. It's cold, salty, and the sky is still grey and bleak, with the white freezing mountains in the backround. But I feel oddly content and at home. I feel like I have found my place, even if it almost killed me getting here, with the ice dagger waves.
      non-lucid , memorable
    5. Friend or Foe?

      by , 06-05-2011 at 11:05 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

      Where is he?

      My sister has been taken.
      (I don't actually have a sister. One brother who's not in this dream) I know who took her. Where is he?

      Anger is bubbling inside me. I rage I've never felt before. I'm wandering around Touch. She's just a kid for crying out loud. Who else is there to protect her but me? And that bastard has taken her. So I will go flush him out. He's using her as bait, and it's working.

      I get my other sisters, all of them younger than me, and we begin the search. We go in and out of buildings, look under and over things, mostly I am alone. I am fiercely determined. When I catch that wanker I'm going to string him up by the balls.

      Eventually I see him, standing on a roadside. Everything seems grey. I run at him. I want to kill him. I jump, hitting him, and we both topple to the floor. I pin him down with my legs, hands tightening around his throat. He chokes and I try hard to hold him down, but he throws me off.

      Suddenly I feel incredibly weak. We both stand, facing each other. He smiles calmly. "I assume you're looking for your sister, hm?"

      My eyes narrow, and I snarl at him quietly. This seems to amuse him. It annoys the hell out of me, but for some perverse reason I want him to like me. I instantly write it off, but the feeling is still there. "Where is it, Kor?" the smile remains on him face, which scares me to no end. I falter slightly, but still keep quiet.

      His face twists and I see anger flash across. I recognize he's going to hurt me. I've never been hit before.

      As soon as I think this, he punches me across the face, hard. I fall to the ground, stunned and in pain. I feel as though the energy has drained out of me. He strokes my arm. "Kor... Why do you make me hurt you? You know I don't want to, but you make me. Just tell me where it is."

      The hit has confused me and I can't make out what he wants. I sit up, feeling entirely numb, feeling as though I'm going to pass out at any second. His hand travels across my scalp and tightens on a bundle of my hair. He tugs my head down painfully and seeths into my ear. "Where. Is. It?"

      I can't even remember what it is.

      I raise my eyes, panting slightly, to see we're on a rooftop. My sister's playing near the edge with another girl. She looks unhurt, but something's off about her.

      I look into the his eyes, I can't get behind the terrifying fury there. They go back to calm. It's fucking with my head. I feel like he owns me. I want to please him but he makes me so afraid.

      This was an uncomfortable dream. It kinda unnerved me.
      non-lucid , memorable
    6. Carvahall

      by , 04-22-2011 at 10:52 AM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid Semi-Lucid

      I'm walking down a hill. Everything's very vivid. It's sunny, which is hot on my skin, and I need to narrow my eyes to see properly. I continue trudging down the hill until I get to the bottom.

      I stop. There's a small villiage in front of me. The floor of it is made of small white stones, and there's a lake beyond. There are small boats between the houses. Is this Carvahall?

      I become semi-lucid as I think of Eragon and how it's a book. This must be a dream. I forget to RC and stabillise, but I know for certain I'm dreaming.

      I slowly walk forwards. Carvahall isn't like this in the book. It's a northern villiage where it's cold. There's no lake beyond, but a river, and they're farmers, not fishermen.

      Oh well... It's still nice to be here. I notice that one of the boats has turned into a small plane. I turn it back to a boat because I want to feel like I'm in ancient times.

      I walk up to a passerby and ask the name of the lake. He looks puzzled. "Why, it's Leona Lake of course!" Then picks up a net and walks away. I smile, because Leona Lake is next to Dras-Leona, not Carvahall. It appears my mind has put all of Alagaesia in one place. Looking beyond the lake I can see the Beor Mountains and a forest that is most likely Du Weldenvarden. Where the dwarves and the elves live.

      Hey, maybe Eragon is here! I walk through the villiage until I think I find him. He's heading toward Leona Lake, a frown on his face. He's carrying both a shortsword and a longsword. I sneak up behind him, flip around him and grab both the swords. Then I throw the longsword back at him, hoping for a duel.

      He doesn't look impressed. Apparently he's going across Leona Lake to find a captured friend. It's dark now, and there are loads of stars. I offer to join him. He looks suspicious for a moment, but then agrees.

      I lose my lucidity whilest staring in amazement at the stars. He points to one of the larger ones and says that his friend is in that direction, so we begin to follow the star. Instead of travelling around the lake, we just get in and swim right through. I can't help thinking that this is so bizarre.

      [Dreamskip] We're across the lake and walking up one of the hills that lead to the forest. We find some headstones, but this doesn't feel right. We glance at eachother, and pull out our swords. A moment later, dwarves jump out screaming.
      lucid , non-lucid
    7. Eating Disorder

      by , 04-16-2011 at 06:51 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid

      I'm in my grans house, on holiday. My mum, brother and cousins are here too. I go to take a shower, but before I start getting changed, my brother comes into the room.

      I ask him to leave, but he refuses. "We're not supposed to let you be on your own. Too dangerous."

      I frown. Is this some kind of joke? I ask again for him to leave the room. Soon my mum and cousins file into the room. I start shouting. No one will tell me what's going on. I get so wound up that I sit on the bed crying.

      Sophie comes in. She sits next to me. "Who invited you?" I ask, sniffing quietly, glaring at my family who are talking amongst themselves.

      "I invited myself I guess. I'm here to look after you." She smiles sadly. I get off the bed. Surely she's not in on this too? I start screaming at everyone, my vision blurring from tears. Everyone except Sophie leaves. I sit on the floor, my back against the bed.

      "What the fuck is going on?"

      My mobile starts vibrating in my pocket. I yank it out, quickly clearing my clogged up throat. "Hello?"

      It's my mum. I forget she was in earlier and break down crying. "No one will tell me anything, is there something wrong with me?" Sophie rubs my back gently.

      "Honey, you're going to hospital remember?" Hospital? I suddenly see a yellow sheet on the bed. I read it quickly. Anorexia? Bulimia?

      I cry even harder. "You're s-sending me to a hospital for eating disorders? I-I don't have an eating disorder!" My mum says I've not been eating and throwing up.
      (I didn't eat for a few days because I'm sick. I ate something recently and just threw it up, I guess this is where the dream came from. My stomach's probably the size of a pea right now) "It's not like that!"

      I glare at Sophie. "You're the one with the eating disorder! Why the hell am I going? What have you been saying?" I snarl at her. I hang up. "Just get the fuck out of here. Piss off, I don't want to see you."

      She leaves and I just sit quietly, numb. I take a deep breath, and tell myself that it's just a misunderstanding. Though it would help if everyone would listen to me.

      The door opens and a girl comes in. I recognize her as an actress. I sniffle, and she comes and sits beside me. She puts her arm around me, but says nothing.

      "I really admire your work you know." I say, smiling slightly.

      She squeezes my arm. "Thanks."

      I also had a dream that Katy Perry was my roomie but I can't remember enough to write down. I kinda remember that she had blue hair, was really nice and dragged me out at early morning hours to run around fields and jump over fences..
    8. Spire of Thieves

      by , 04-03-2011 at 01:55 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid

      I'm traveling, walking, so fast. So fast that the land -fields, trees and plants- blurs past. In my head I see a map with a highlighted route. Dragons, where are the dragons? There are only a few left. If the other creatures of this land can hide and survive, then haven't dragons done the same?

      Silveria, in the north, that is where they must be. I recall seeing one fly over my head the last time I was there. But wasn't I warned away from that place? It has a bad feeling to it. But I must find the dragons!

      I follow those in front of me. We get to a place where the path splits into two. They turn right, away from Silveria and the dragons. Why don't they turn left? Confused, I follow them.

      "No!" They tell me. "Silveria is a bad place!"

      "But we must find the dragons!" I try to say, but they turn their backs to me.

      Soon we reach a city. The buildings are black and tall. People chant and crowd the streets. We slow to a normal pace. "I don't like this place..." I whisper.

      I look over my shoulder, to see a giant black spire of a building. This jogs my memory. The City of Spires! Why do all my cities have such spires? It reminds me of Oblivion.

      I ask my companions if the government resides there. They frown. "No, that is where the thieves are."

      Thieves? But I am a thief! I turn from the group and quickly get inside. It is chaos, apparently they are about to be attacked.

      I show people a card that shows I am a thief, and they allow me entry. Inside, I find my friend Paul. He looks confused and overwhelmed. I take his hand and take him into a corner, explaining the situation to him. "Stay with me." I say. "I'll keep you safe."

      Eventually, the attackers break in. They're wearing all black, with silver chains wrapped around their bodies. I have near to no fighting experience, but for some reason it comes naturally to me. I find that I can jump impossible heights and distances.

      I jump and spin, kicking an enemy across the head, killing them instantly. But as I look around, I see we are severly outnumbered. I turn to a dead end, where I find my fellow thieves hiding. I snarl at them to get their act together, otherwise they've doomed themselves. Then I run along a wall, jumpinp and landing against an enemy with my feet on his chest. We go down with a crash.

      I back into a room. There's a girl there, who throws daggers at me. I dodge with an inhuman speed, and then pick one up and launch it at her with all my strength. It stabs her in the stomach, and she slides down the wall behind her.

      I clench my teeth and lower my head. Every part of me feels tense and alive. I stalk out of the room and into another, where I find a group of sneering men. Letting out a yell, I jump, souring above their heads, landing in their mass.
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. Parasites

      by , 04-02-2011 at 11:51 AM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      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.

      Updated 04-02-2011 at 11:58 AM by 33736

      non-lucid , nightmare
    10. Fantasy Mechanisms

      by , 03-19-2011 at 06:01 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid

      It's one of those times, where I feel as though I'm in a completely different world. I feel as though I'm in a fantasy book.

      There was hills in front of me. I know that I have a power, some sort of magic. I see a girl up ahead. I have feeling that she has written, created, this power. What is this?

      I walk up to her, and ask her about it. She tries to explain it to me. She mentions a war, and that some people don't like this power. I get confused.

      "I still don't understand what I can do, or what this means." I say. She doesn't reply, looking a little hopeless.

      [Dreamskip] I'm in a supermarket. The power, or energy in me, is still there. I still don't understand what it is, does, or how to use it.

      I have an impulse to go to the bread aisle. I feel as though someone is watching or guiding me. I walk along, for some reason I try not to think about the power.

      There's that girl again. She's small, with short dark hair. I'm about to ask her more questions, when everyone stops. Everyone stares at me.

      "Run!" I hear.

      These are the people who don't like the power. Everyone's attention is on me. They hiss, looking animalistic. I start running, dodging through aisles and eventually through streets and walls.

      [Dreamskip] I'm now at school. I pulls my hood up, covering my face. These people don't like the power. They kill people with the power. I walk quickly towards the door, but I'm on the third floor.

      As soon as I think about it, everyone stops and glares at me, looking bloodthirdsty and murderous. In my head, I see a vivid visualisation of a giant blue eye on the wall, staring at me. This is the thing that controls the people.

      Before I think about it, I run as fast as I can down the stairs. I run into the quad, but they're advancing on me. I instinctively run up the side of a wall, knowing that the power allows me to do so.

      [Dreamskip] I see a map. It's set in blocks, each block a different colour of each part of the building. It looks like a giant maze. There's someone with me, but I don't see his face clearly. He whispers in my ear that they are still searching for us, and that we should avoid thinking of the power within the building, and get through it as fast as possible.

      So I open the door, and head into the maze. The first door shows an old woman, rocking in a chair, glaring at us. I say nothing, and offer no explanation, but simply go to the door in the room, and open it into another.

      I don't know how many doors I open and rooms I go into. But I see different things and people in each. Some are blank, some are disturbing. I start to feel scared when in one room, there is a girl crying in a corner. In the last, there is a dead black dog.

      I go to the dog, dispite the warning of my companion
      (I now realise that this was Asher. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him if that makes sense.) I slowly stroke the fur around the dogs ears, feeling terribly sad. My companion kneels down beside me, and puts his arm around my shoulders comfortingly. I roll the dog over to see that it has a zip going down it's chest, down it's stomach and to its tail.

      The zip is open, showing its organs and inside. I try to zip it back up, but the zip gets stuck. I get angry and frustrated, tugging and the zip harder and starting to cry when it doesn't go any furthur. I don't want to run, or hide, and I don't want this evil feeling around me.

      The guy grabs my hands and prys them off of the dog, slowly lifting me to my feet, keeping a hold of me to stop me falling over.

      Then I woke up.

      I've noticed that my dreams have more reacurring dream signs. But they're not mundane signs such as water or buildings. I dream of Asher, Katie, occasionally Skylar. The old hag/woman. The giant eye that watches me. Some sort of power is usually associated.

      It's like a puzzle I feel I have to solve.
      non-lucid , memorable
    11. Attitude Problems

      by , 03-13-2011 at 04:16 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-lucid

      I'm in my school's drama studio. It's a large, open grey space, with blackout curtains and lights everywhere. There are tables set out in it. There seems to be a cliff at one end.

      A boy I don't know stands on the edge. The people of my class watch, silently. I look over the edge of the cliff and see a clouded, rushing river. I turn to the boy;

      "Are you gonna jump or what?" I ask impatiently. He shrugs.

      I leap off the edge. I land in the river. It's muddier than I thought. I climb out, and make my way back up to the studio. When I get to the top -a dank smell clinging to my hair and dripping wet- there's a woman at the door. She says I have a piano lesson.

      Oops, I forgot about that. I grab my bag and make my way to my practice room, seating myself on the stool. Three women are cramped into he room. One has red hair, and sits quietly. The other two look old and stern.

      "I'm taking this lesson today." Says one of the women. "Where is your music?"

      I take my folder of music sheets from my bag. Taking them out, I realise in anger that they're the wrong ones. One is called "Po Po" and the other "The log".

      "I don't have them, but I can play them from memory."

      The woman scowls. "Well that's not good enough! Sit down right now!" I sit. This is usually around the time when I look uninterested in what the teacher is saying. A surefire way to piss them off. So I hold my hand up, inspecting my nails, picking bits of dirt out of them.

      As expected, this angers the woman. She leaves for a moment. I decide that she's a grouchy cow and I'm not putting up with it. "Listen, pal. My piano teacher's a bit of a bitch as it is. I don't need you, someone I don't even know, coming in here and nagging at me. Especially when, let's face it, I can play all my pieces and this lesson lasts half an hour." I snarl when the woman gets back. I smile at the red haired girl. "I'm guessing you're a student, who's working with this old hag. I don't envy you, love."

      The old womans face grows red with anger. She's truely furious. I hold in a laugh. "You have a severe attitude problem young lady. Get out of this room."

      I leave, looking around to find my music teacher. When I find her, she smiles sympathetically. Something hits me. With horror, I realise those people were my examinars. "You sent them to have a lesson with me? Why didn't you tell me!?"

      My back slides down the wall, and I huddle down, crying. I have well and truely screwed up my exam.

      I'm guessing this dream came from the fact that I have my music exam next week () and I don't feel totally prepared. Also that I hate my piano teacher, she's a bit of an impatient bitch and I would absolutely love to tell her. I refrain myself though...
    12. Wanna Get To Know Me?

      by , 03-11-2011 at 08:13 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid

      Rochelle and I are outiside, looking towards a window of a house. We look toward a porch, where there's a bbq, with a very, very hot guy (someone from my school actually) tending to it.

      I walk up, just intending to take a look. The guy (Kyle) looks up and smiles. "Hey, what's your name?" he asks.

      "Korley," I say and smile back. "What are you doing?"

      He looks at the bbq, and then switches it off. "Talking to you.." He grins. I to Rochelle, who's still outside of the porch, with a giant "" expression.

      Kyle and I talk for a bit, though I'm too busy admiring him to pay much attention. He has plum coloured hair that's kinda long, with gorgeous blue eyes and white smile. Not bad, not bad...

      His PS3 randomly switches on. He apologises and goes to switch it off. His bed is on the porch, and he climbs onto it. "I could kick your ass at COD." I smirk. I seem to believe I'm a black belt too, and dive onto the grass to show off some moves.

      "You know I used to be kinda intemidated by you." I say, totally comfortable.

      He frowns, "Why?" I tell him that I just never got the chance to talk to him. He laughs and hugs me, saying how silly I am. I grin stupidly to myself.

      I have to say, even though this was quite a mundane dream, I enjoyed it very much
    13. Forest Chase - Part Two

      by , 03-08-2011 at 05:10 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Found some time to write the rest!

      Awake Non-Lucid

      So, Arron the wolf and I are going to hunt Rochelle and complete the game.

      The woods are still dark, but I find a small tunnel. I manage to crawl through, until I come across two girls my age.

      They're part of the game. I hit one, causing her face to hit the tunnel, the other one snaps a picture, and then punches me.

      I float upwards, through the tunnel. She killed me, but the game isn't complete. It looks like she's dead too. I am not human anymore, or not in human form. I'm simply there.

      I realise that in the middle of the forest is a large, field like square patch of sand. There's a building in the middle. Two guys stand next to each other on it. The sky is red, with black clouds hanging in the air.

      A voice rings out. It says that the two men will fight to the death. The survivor will win the game. I float closer, to get a better look. One of them is short and bald. He's covered in thin, golden tattoos and is chinese. The other is taller, arrogant looking, and from korea.

      The Korean man wins. I drop onto the building to start a new game. The Korean guy attacks me. I back flip, kicking him in the face. The two girls scream and rush forwards. I have no experience in fighting but the moves come from no where. I spin my hands around, punching, kicking and flipping about like people in videogames. Eventually I get hit though, and I die again.
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Forest Chase

      by , 03-08-2011 at 11:47 AM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

      I'm up town with some friends. Some other people who I don't usually talk to are here too. I ignore them, and joke with my friends.

      My mum comes up to me and drags me into a shop. She grabs an off the shoulder white top and pulls it on me, and then puts a black corset on over it.

      "Mum! What are you doing?" I gasp as she pulls on the string on the back, making it very, very tight.

      She ignores me, and pulls a black cardigan out of her bag, putting it on me. She dusts her hands off, looking over me. She smiles, pleased with herself.

      "Just make sure you keep that corset tight." She says. Then she kisses me on the cheek, and leaves.

      I go back to my friends. "Who wants a frappacino?" I ask. We walk to the nearest Starbucks. Most of the people have left, and it's just me, Rochelle and Arron.

      I find that we've walked down a forest path. I know this path, I take my dogs out walking here. The three of us start to get a bit hyper, laughing and pushing eachother around playfully.

      Arron chases us, and we run. I get into a more serious mood and I realise we're playing hidey. I run forward fast, Rochelle just in front of me. We run deeper into the forest, until there is no path.

      Suddenly it's dark. I can barely see at all. I hear a snarl from behind me, and turning slightly, see that Arron has turned into a black wolf. I panic slightly, and push myself to run faster. We're lost, it's nightime and I can barely see a thing. Just black and grey shapes in front of me.

      But maybe that's a good thing. I veer off, slowing down, trying to be as quiet as possible because I'm assuming he can't see me. But I step on a twig and it cracks. The wolf Arron pads up to me.

      "Gotcha." He says. What? I thought this was serious now. I thought he would eat me. I laugh in relief. "Want to work together to hunt down Rochelle? Either that or you die." He says, giving a wolfy shrug.

      I won't actually die, or at least, not until the game is finished. But I agree.

      I'm gonna write the rest (part two?) later because I need to go!
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Stables

      by , 03-07-2011 at 05:13 PM (Raspberry's Second Life)
      Awake Non-Lucid

      I'm on a road made of mud. It comes up to my ankles, and the air carries a light scent of hay. A fence runs along to my left.

      I walk alongside the fence. Soon I come to a large stable. There are only guys here. Suits me. They're taking out horses and tack.

      "Hey!" I call to one of them. "Hey, how much is it for a lesson here?" I want to change stables. This one looks as though it would suit me perfectly.

      The person I called to turns around and looks me over. The other people study me, slight smiles on their faces. They look very arrogant. I keep myself standing straight, chin raised slightly, holding their gazes.

      Finally, one of them says "28 per hour."

      I scoff. That was almost twice as much as I usually pay. "Well if you don't like it," he said, "you can go find somewhere else."

      I turn, about to leave. Then I stop, and turn back. "No," I walk up to one of the horses, "I'll stay."

      People carry on with their business.

      non-lucid , dream fragment
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