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This one was kinda lengthy. It all started in some new house I got. The house was incredibly technology focused. I apparently got the house because the kid that used to live there died. Creepy. Anyway, the house was huge, it had big rooms with wooden flooring, and it looked very much like a mansion. It probably was a mansion. I remember going into this kid's room, and seeing what he had. All the things he owned were now mine apparently, so I looked around for cool stuff. He had a bed that had drawers underneath it, so I remember pulling a drawer out and seeing a bunch of things. There was a little bit of various clothing, a GameBoy, a microphone, small portable speakers...
I even saw my own Pokemon Silver Cartridge in the drawer. I could recognize it because it has an old sticker on the back. There was a bit more than that, but that's all I can really pinpoint. The thing is, I own those things in real life. Even the GameBoy was purple, like the one I actually have. Something really didn't seem right. I picked up the microphone and showed it to my mom who was standing in the doorway. I had to remove it from the tangle of cords first though. I was excited specifically about the microphone for some reason, still not sure why I even would be. What frustrates me the most is that I ALMOST went lucid when I pulled out the drawer, but especially when I picked up the microphone. Something about touching things in dreams makes me almost lucid.

This happened before in a really old dream I had that has an entry here on this site. In "These Guys Want Their Pepsi" I'm pretty sure I picked up a football in this dream, and when I did, I almost went lucid just like in this one. Oh, but we're only 1/3 done this dream, so let's continue...

Then next part was that in the house near the entrance, but also near the kitchen, there was a button with the Steam logo on the wall, and I remember pressing it, then heading into a dark room. Maybe it was the bedroom again? I remember picking up some random toy and it was a transparent Walkie-Talkie that displayed the time digitally, and played music. The music was sort of alien-like, and I'm not sure how else to describe it. I remember there was a big screen in front of me at this point, maybe for a gaming console? My mom was there and was trying to play something for some reason but I kept on having to guide her through the basic menus. Sounds like something I'd actually have to do in real life if she ever decided to play my PS3. Oh joy. I'm not sure what happened after this, but next thing I know, I'm a soldier in a series of tunnels. A series of very very hot steel tunnels. There's a bunch of automatic doors, and other soldiers. Eventually everything started to get hotter, even though I couldn't actually feel anything. Everyone's armor was just glowing orange and melting, killing the people inside the armor too, obviously. It didn't happen to me, I took off my helmet and I was able to get out somehow. The tunnels all turned glowing orange from the heat and started collapsing. Not sure why all that happened. Now for the next part...

I was suddenly very far away from the mansion and the tunnels, walking down the street with a woman who was (apparently) my wife. Then suddenly out of nowhere, we gazed off into the distance and saw a HUGE explosion. Like a disaster level explosion. My wife and I started running down the road very fast. The shockwave never came, but the explosion itself was heading our way. It was pretty far from us, so we had some time. We ran and ran... All the while, she was behind me, so I was never able to focus on her face. We came across one black car on the road that looked like it belonged in the 1930's. It stopped for us, and without saying anything, I opened one of the rear doors, and saw that the car was full. My wife closed the door quickly and the car sped away.
I never really thought it was creepy at the time, but the 4 people in the car were all dressed in 1930's attire, and as soon as I opened the door, they were all staring at me with a bleak expression on their faces. There appeared to be two women and two men, from what I can remember. My "wife" ran on ahead somehow without me even seeing her, and I ran to some random place. I ran inside a building and was stopped by a woman. I asked her what this place was and she said it was the Disaster Center. I remember asking through panting where my "wife" was. She was just around the corner in some waiting area. I joined her, but for some reason was instantly transformed back into my normal self, and my "wife" took the form of my mother. She was sitting down chatting with her friend who had 3 kids. I remember having a lunch there with a ton of things in it, peach yogurt, potato chips... A bunch more stuff I can't remember. The youngest of the other woman's kids was a toddler and started trying to take my food, one item by one. As soon as one was taken, I'd take it back immediately. This went on for what actually seemed like at least two whole minutes. Eventually I got the hang of it and started predicting what food item the kid would go for next. I shouted "Stop taking my food!" and then suddenly everything changed again. This next part happened right before I woke up. For some reason, I was out of the dream now, but it kept going. ( You know, when a dream sorta becomes a movie that you watch.) It was about two "monster" parents letting their daughter be a part of monster combat training...? This really reminded me of Monsters Inc... Some big monster boss guy said that her colors made her more unique.

Then, I woke up. That was the longest dream I've had in a while, whoa. And all that was still the third dream I had last night. (Check previous entry for other one that I remembered little of, and the other one that I remembered absolutely nothing from.)

From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire...

Infiltrating a sorority/fraternity and it's terrible. And my female SHIELD agent is covering for the fact that Captain America is terrible at undercover work.

Now I'm part of a group of three people who are living semi-harmoniously in an older part of town. We have some interesting projects on the go, like improving playgrounds and adding giant transparent red walls to sidewalks so that people have to zigzag through.

I'm looking through a catalogue that has sheaths for ritual daggers that are being advertised pinned to the pages. There are daggers for earth, air, fire and water, and unsurprisingly I'm interested in the fire one.

And then I remember that I already have a ritual dagger. I turn it over in my hand. The blade is pure silver in the dream, unlike the real one.

I'm walking down a road, trying to find my way back to the original path.I know that if it takes too long to get back, I'll lose the thread of the dream, so I hold out a hand to the end of the street and soar towards it.

The street I want to take is the second from the end, but I can't find it, because the second path is now an alley that goes into someone's backyard. I follow the path and find a raspberry bush, and I look around for a basket. I decide that there will be one on the deck when I go to find it, but there's only a box that holds some kindling. I empty out the kindling onto the pile of smaller pieces of wood.

I look around and see an old, dying tree, and all I can notice is that the branches are so dead that they'd make great kindling for the cabin owner's fire.

There are workmen in the backyard. Apparently there are signs saying that they'd be in the area.

I'm Dean Winchester now. Sam and I know that when you get caught somewhere, you pretend that you belong there, so we approach the workmen and strike up a conversation.

They're vampires, as it turns out.

There's a fight.

I drive a stake into one man's chest—

wait, that's zombies in this universe

—and my silver dagger appears in my hand. I swing it around and slice into the vampire's neck as I throw my weight forward. The vampire stumbles, still off-balance from the stake, and I'm behind him, slicing into his throat and grabbing at his hair so that I can fully behead him.

(There's an argument as to whether this works according to the rules of the game. I win.)

There are bodies all over the back yard, now. We're going to have to burn them.

I grab wood from the shed out back and set to covering our dead vamps with lumber and kindling. I'm lighting the shed itself on fire when I hear a shout.

The man who appears was a friend of John Winchester's, and he's angry that his property is going up in flames.

I'm trying to choke him out without killing him. He struggles, and it's not working, but then he changes tactics and tries to grab at my ears and pull.

I decide that it's a trope of the genre that you can hit someone over the head and knock them out without being at risk of killing them, so one of us hits him over the head with the butt of a rifle.

Fire burns, and the old tree from earlier provides us with as much kindling as we need. I go over to the cabin, and realize that there's meat drying in the racks along the outside wall. My stomach churns as I realize that it's cursed all to hell—I don't want to think about what kind of meat has gone into the ground meat patties that are sitting on the rack, but there's a telltale haze of angry spirits hanging around the meat. Somehow, at least one of them is an ancient, powerful indigenous spirit, how the fucking hell...

I set it all on fire.

A blonde, average-sized woman with curly hair enters the yard, looking curious. "What's going on?" she asks, looking genuinely curious.

Because all we need is another civilian to knock out and haul away before they die of smoke inhalation.

"Ma'am," I start—

She looks past me. "You know, certain spirits are actually freed when you burn them."

Witch, I think. Of the Supernatural-style variety. I run forward, brandishing my knife, and she laughs as I plunge it into her chest. Light explodes from the place where the knife stabbed into her, and she soars up into the sky, a being of pure white light and destruction.

I turn around to deal with the spirit, and I think I'm calling up an explosion of—hellfire, soulfire?—and it's enveloped completely.

My long black cloak trails out behind me as I crash into the other witch, tearing into her. I snarl as I grab part of her cloak—pull it away with part of her essence as a ripping, tearing noise fills the air—and shoot past her. There are three of us, beings of darkness and the night, tearing through the sky and tearing into the thing of light that wants only to destroy.

Darkness can be a force for good in the world just as light can, and both can snuff out life as well as they can extend it. All we need—I think, flying at the other witch—is for some idiot to think that the good guy is being outnumbered here just because they're burning with Light.

3 dreams happened last night. The first one I don't remember really, but I do remember enough of the other two. I feel as though the last one deserves its own entry though.

1. ???

2. I was in what appeared to be a school library, sitting down on the floor with a friend of mine, playing my 3DS system, although on the top screen on the right, it had another circle pad, covered in a piece of cellophane plastic to protect it I guess. I don't remember what I was playing, but I remember someone who I actually know who is really super annoying came over and started to bother us. I remember answering his questions in a very annoyed tone, while keeping my face glued to the screen of my 3DS.

3. -See next entry-

This is my first recording of a dream from last night. 9/14/2015

I only remember two of my dreams. The first was very disturbing and unwarranted. I don't even know how I got this dream because there's nothing currently in my life that I can think of that would trigger it. The second was a typical work-related dream.

A&A-The first dream took place in the middle of a sort of apocalyptic period. The world was being invaded by an alien species and scientists were preserving peoples brain activity in microchips so they could preserve the human race (think Transcendence) until they could reach a safer planet. People were abandoning the Earth by the millions, but there was only so much availability and so little time. My mother was dating one of the scientists in charge of creating microchips. He was an older man, average build with a grey/white beard, bald and with glasses. He only had one extra ticket for an escape ship to the other planet. Without a second thought, my mom accepted his offer to leave with him and started heading towards the door, ready to selfishly abandon her family. I was sitting in the dining area when I saw her getting ready to leave. I became so angry. I yelled and screamed at her as she continued heading out the door. She didn't even look back, but called something to me over her shoulder. I ran to stop her. It was like slow motion for dramatic effect in a movie. I finally reached her, but all I'm able to grab is a fist-full of hair. I yank her head back and some how a Cutco knife appeared in my hand. (For the record, Cutco is a brand of high quality kitchen knives. I used to sell them a couple of years ago. Ever since then, I always use Cutco when I cook, and if I use a knife in my dream, it's always a Cutco knife.) I stabbed my mom multiple times to stop her from leaving. It wasn't gory. There was no blood or wound for that matter. I was just really angry, crying and shaking throughout. It was very disturbing. I was very stiff and numb when I woke up. I shook the dream out of my head and went back to sleep.

I did the hallucination thing for a little while, where flashes of images and voices raced through my mind. Finally my dream landed on something memorable.

Car Salesman-I was at work. I work for a mattress company and I sell beds. I've been there for a year and a half. Anyway, instead of selling beds at work, I was supposed to start selling cars. The only problem was that I wasn't trained on how to sell these cars and I wasn't trained on how to use the new computer system. I had a guest looking to get two inexpensive cars for his little boys (don't know why an 8 year old needs a car, but hey!) I needed help ringing up his sale because I'd never done it before. I was actually surprised when I woke up because normally in my dreams whenever I'm using any kind of technology (especially if it's an emergency in my dream, like I need to get a hold of the police!) whatever device I use fails to work for me, or I forget how to use the device. I'll have to dial a phone number 10 times or try to figure out how to even use a phone or a computer in my dream. I get really frustrated when that happens. But this time, I was able to use the computer smoothly. I woke up before the dream could finish. (Usually I'll know if a dream officially ends because a song or some type of music will start playing before I wake up, like the end of a movie without the credits, lol.)

That's it for now. I have a lot of dreams I'd like to write down from my past: childhood LD's or vivid dreams or any other past LD's/vivid dreams.

I decided to try binural beats for a change. I stuck my earphones in and tried ones for sleep. I was sat there listening to them for about 5 - 10 mins ten I decided to take then off. I felt nice and relaxed and kind of tired. I turn over onto my side and close my eyes, I kept on
falling in and out of visualisation, once I was in the visualisesion my awareness was no longer on our reality. You could say I was in the state wakefulness and sleep. I was coming back and fourth like a yoyo until I decided to actually stop.


Edit : spent some time in the alpha state! Nice and lovely!

Before sleeping I had pratically nothing to do with anything concerning Tupac. Although this dream really did sent chills through.)

During the beginning of this dream, I had arrived at this small house. For some reason it seemed like I had family that lived there or I was visiting someone. As I walked into the house, I was greeted by few people, their faces I cannot remember, but this was the point where it seemed like I was able to pretty much control what I could do and say. I walked around a bit, passing through the living room. Though no one was in there at the time, I felt a pull towards staying in there. After making my way into the kitchen and a few of back bedrooms, searching for something, I was back in the living room. As I passed in front of the couch, was pulled down onto the floor. It just so happened that it was Tupac. He had been laying there watching the t.v. I looked up at him and grabbed his cheeks, staring at him for a minute as if I couldn't believe he was actually there. Although, that's where I realized it was a dream. I ended up sighing softly and looked away, him tilting my chin up. That's when I spoke, saying, "I know you're not real, but why do you keep popping up in my head?" He simply laughed and replied, "Because, sweetheart, I'm coming back. Infact, I'll be back soon. Just keep your eyes open." I woke up after that. Sadly. I absolutely love his smile so it just kind of felt like I was ripped away when I wasn't ready. I just wish I knew what the heck it all meant.

There was definitely more to this dream than I can remember.

I know that we (Dakota and I) were outside of the trailer park. The place seemed to be a bit more popular than what it actually is, and I think the vice principal of my old high school was in the trailer closest to the road. He was sitting out at the side, on his porch (which doesn't actually exist) when we walked by. I remember that the stars seemed to be doing something strange . . . I believe there was a very detailed constellation of a little girl in the general area that Orion is at these mornings.

I'm sure that we were causing some manner of mischief, but I don't know what.

After that, at some point I was on either this site or tulpa.info, and someone (a member called Fede, I believe) was talking about lucid dreaming.

Side note: I'm very glad that I dreamed about lucid dreaming! Even though I'm really only shooting for LDs during the weekends, I'll be more than happy to have them on the weekdays, too. I had four hours of sleep, so perhaps I should take note of that.

Coworker of mine suggested I need a jacket with a blouse I am wearing. I correctly assumed this came from the boss who is most into dress code. I told him I did not have anything better to wear this morning. At first I was defensive like what is wrong with this blouse, it is light blue with white flowers. But then I noticed the see through panel in the front that made much of my front body visible including my nipples.

Client representative whom I sometimes call a snake whichwas actually helpful in this dream. He helped me figure out a bug in my program that was caused by the wrong keyboard shortcut opening the wrong application. He got help from a colleague of mine figuring it out, and I realized I should have asked the colleague for help myself. But he was nice about it. My boss made sure the docents toon got updated to reflect any changes. My client said that yes he is good about that, meaning my boss is good about updating docs, which could have been an acnowledgement of good or a subtle dig as in that is all he is good about.

After many years of putting on jungle / drum and bass events I got invited to host a night in an exclusive club with an excellent sound system. All I had to do was show up everything else was provided. I talked to my friend Emmet over the holidays and he said that everything would go well as the guys that were putting on the gig were legitimate. I was never so relaxed in my life. When I got to the door I was one of the last people in the que but it did not seem to bother me. I was charged too much but that did not seem to bother me either. Then when I was getting my money back from the overcharge I met these old friends that I would not have known that well and did not get on with that well. They were both so vivid to me and I greeted them with positivity. I put my hand on my friends shoulder to say everything is fine and he liked it. There was little anxiety in this dream.

My friend James was working with me in my family business. I had to meet him in Dublin to complete a deal. We were quite busy. I went to my retreat centre and saw this lovely checkers set for sale. My friend Dan was behind the counter and sold me the checkers set which was beautifully carved out of wood for a very good price. It seemed too low to me and I could have given him more seeing as he gave me the board for free. I think he made a mistake. The shop was clean and vivid and the counter was made of clear glass. Dan was busy but confident. There was a slight sense of anxiety in this dream as it was to do with deadlines etc. I wanted to bring the checkers set to James as a gift. I had already bought a chess set before from them.

I came upstairs and saw that no one was using the xbox, my brother was sitting on the lounge in front of it so then I went in my room and looked at my xbox 360 games and they all were unorganised, messy and not in alphabetical order like usual (I like to be very organised) and I noticed that I had some PS3 games even though I do not have PS3, I then realised that I must be dreaming as my games weren't in alphabetical order (It's funny how I noticed the tiniest little thing is a dream when I was fighting a dragon the other night ) I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it but it didn't work so I concluded I wasn't dreaming.

#1 [A Strange Child] ~Non-Lucid~

I awoke within the dream on bedraggled pavement - I faintly recall the feel of and emanating odor of the grass. A young adolescent, no older than 25 I think, is what triggered my awakening. He stopped and stared at me asking me if I was going to join them. I responded: "Join what?"
He did not answer me and interestingly I was incredibly preoccupied with why I couldn't remember this man's face or name. I preceded to stand upright - immediately I felt a strong pain in my legs forcing me to genuflect. Just as fast as the pain came on I shoved it - almost as if I didn't feel anything. Seemingly disremembering the pain I took notice to my surroundings.
I faintly recall a large quantity of old boxes, scattered about pipes and such giving me the impression of a dilapidated warehouse not used in decades. A skip in my recall occurs here. I recall being outside, possibly mid-day, I believe there was a breeze. A different man, possibly no older than 25 as well, put his hand on my shoulder and shouted.
Initially I was annoyed, however I discovered there was a pack of wolves retaining selter within a run-down school bus. Now contemplating the atmosphere was somewhat apocalyptic, but that's besides the point. I thought upon glancing at the wolves we would be in serious trouble so to speak. But 'my friend' successfully intimidated them.
Another skip in recall. Now 3 individuals, the same two from before. The one who place his hand on my shoulder was smashing a tipped over trash can with a bludgeoning object, maybe a bat. The other -from the beginning- was reading which I thought was out of the ordinary.
The last one, was much younger, a child, perhaps no older than 10 and he was staring at me. A frightening force saturated me, I could not budge it. As I was panicking my 'background' changed, almost resembling the pages of a book with words spinning about. I began taking notice to the spinning words to discern what they were. Disremembering the earlier feeling of panic I became occupied with the words of which I don't recall being able to decipher.
Then suddenly I began fading and it happened entirely too quickly to feel it's effects - awakening me in actual life.

[I used very expressive language, but I believe I remained true to my recall. It was my first Dream Journal so I am little out of my element.]

Note:
- I can't quite remember what order everything was in... but I'll go with my gut.
- As soon as the "lucidity" kicks in, I feel like it was fake. Like the lucidity was part of the dream and not really my conscious.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at some store (my brain tells me it's Ollie's) with my family. I round a corner and see this girl who I pseudo-broke-up with a long time ago (long story).
[Note: The day before, she'd shot me a pleasant look when I coincidentally saw her]
She sees me, and acknowledges me, not saying anything. Immediately, the awkwardness sets in, and I make my way out of the store. However, I hear her say under her breath something to the effect of: "There he goes again, saying nothing..."
This gave me the courage to turn around and go up to her.
I say, "Hey... How've you been?"
She looks down and says, "Pretty good... you?"
"Same." I say. There's this aura of wanting to reconcile, when she says:
"Do you want to make some plans?"
And I say "Yes."


[End plot; change setting]
I'm floating above this game world very similar to Minecraft and panning around (it's filled with tons of people). For some reason, I know I'm lucid and I think to myself: Yes! Now I can do the TOTM! <-- (Not really; I just wanted to pee on a DC)
Immediately, I fly over to this train station. There's this statue of a fat, drunk woman with *erm* improper dress holding a graduated cylinder full of pink liquid. I find Ron Weasley and a bunch of other DC's. I chase one of them and try peeing on them.... and I wake up. But I'm not sure if I really woke up or if I had a false awakening; this whole thing was pseudo-lucid.
Repeat the above step several times.

[Fragment]:
I look to the skies and fly straight up, but the trees never stop getting taller... odd.

[Wake up.]

Waking up after a dream that your husband was kidnapped? Quite a relief.

Having to tell him that we might have been inducted as part-time members of the Wild Hunt? Maybe not so awesome.

***

Cernunnos (KER noo nohss): the Celtic Horned God.

Ravana (rah-vuh-nuh): antagonist in the Hindu epic Ramayana, follower of Shiva, king of Lanka, and depicted as having ten heads.

***

I'm standing at a window, looking out into the forest. It's midday, and sunlight streams down onto the meadow that leads from the trees to the house.

Movement. A deer appears, walking confidently from the forest. He has ten heads, all of them focused down the road beyond the house.

I'm kneeling at the window as the deer goes by, close enough to touch. He's almost gone past. I hesitate, then tap on the glass.

All ten heads swivel towards me, ten pairs of eyes focused on me, just beyond a thin pane of glass. I flinch at the idea that I'm getting the attention of this king of the forest the same way that disrespectful children get the attention of animals at the zoo.

I'm sorry to bother you, I tell him. I saw you, and I know I'm not supposed to. I thought you should know.

He stares for a moment. Then, a few of his heads dipping to look back down the road, he tells me:

Come with me.

***

We're at a bar. In the interim, I've learned more about our world's masquerade, been inducted into a secret society, and given my husband the necessary introductions.

"At one point," my husband tells me, "Four of his heads swivelled around to look at me." His implication, it was creepy, remains unsaid. This is a supernatural bar, after all, and the king of the forest is never too far away.

"He gave you half his attention," I say, tapping on my glass. "Imagine having one hundred per cent of it on you."

I shiver at the memory of ten pairs of eyes looking into my soul.

***

Not even 24 hours, I think to myself. Not even long enough for the police to get involved.

And yet here I am, asking for a god's audience—to demand help to find my missing husband. Because I know that they've taken him.

The king holds his court under the stars. He stands in the centre of the dais in anthropomorphic form, wearing dark maroon robes. I can feel the weight of his many eyes on me... but it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. The decision has already been made. I can breathe.

I need access to the network of cameras along the highway, I tell the god. They may be a long way from here by now, but even they would need to stop for gas.

The heads that are looking my way nod in recognition, and the god raises a hand on his left side, a soft movement gesturing at the man behind him.

I'm standing at the railing, the scrutiny of the court no longer resting with me (but watching, always watching). The man in the suit (the god's left hand) looks down his nose at me, a faint sneer on his face. New favourites of the god already asking for favours, I can practically hear him think.

I'm calm, going through the motions with the mechanized precision of a person in mid-crisis. (Fight or flight or solve the goddamn problem.)

"Thank you for seeing me," I tell him, even though we both know he had no choice in the matter. And then I change gears. "I'll need one of your techs to go through the footage with me. I can't do it myself this time—"

this time, because that's the world we're now a part of

"—but next time this happens to one of our people, I'll be able to help."

A flash of emotion across his face, too quick to identify, and his eyes warm somewhat. "I'm {error

"-Anderson," he says, catching my hand in a firm handshake. "Welcome to �����."

Warning: graphic violence and sexual themes. Incredibly awful nightmare ahead.

Night falling, there is a strange broadcast on the radio. The muffled voice of the news anchor delivers the story that a group of men are going house to house and murdering families. I was shocked to hear this and there was a certain aura of doom about those words. In that moment I hear a commotion from down the road and a desperate, blood-curdling scream from a woman. The glow of a fire I can see in the reflection of the windows of the house across the street. I do not hesitate, but I grab my family and we trek through the woods behind the house, hiding in the pitch black of the forest in the middle of the night.

There we sat, fearfully. More screams were in the distance and I heard the sound of bombs detonating, guns firing, and screams pouring out into the night air. I listen in shock as my house is destroyed and I can see the glow of the fire rising over the treetops and brushing the underbelly of the clouds. They had caught onto us and began moving through the woods in a hot pursuit. I caught a glimpse of them, men in jackets and hoodies, wearing black gas masks. I run and run but my feet fail me. For some reason I am running in place, unable to move forward. I am tackled and dragged out into the street where two more masked men join me. One holds a staple gun and the other a serrated knife. I scream as I am pounded by a thick silver blade and shot in the leg with multiple metal staples.

Somehow I am laying alone in the street. The bombers are still ransacking the town, running about the roads. I got up and began running, somehow my wounds no longer afflicting me. I kept running until I reached my grandmother's house, a few miles away. It had also been completely obliterated. Rubble was everywhere and the remains smoked heaping black clouds into the air. Rounds are fired into the air all around me.

I then see the world behind the hard glass eyes of a gas mask. There is a medical needle in my hand filled with a strange black fluid. I stand with a group of other men, all wearing gas masks. I noticed that I was also wearing a black hoodie and dark sweat pants. They break the door of the house down and we began to move inside. There was a man inside with a shot gun, firing a round square into the chest of another madman. He dropped dead. I watch as another masked one punches the shotgun out of the man's hand and forces him into a bending-over position. With a hatchet he immediately beheads the man.

We moved throughout the house in search of more inhabitants. It took some time, but we stumbled upon a hatch in the wooden floor and pried it open, finding a woman and two children inside. As we dropped into the basement, they grabbed a hold of them all and began to strip them down until they were completely nude. They screamed, struggled, wailed. The children are molested and then I am invited over to them. One man shoves the little girl towards me. I inject her along the side of the neck with the needle and she begins to cough up blood. She falls and I emit a demented laugh, unlike any laugh I have ever heard. It was sick and vile and hellish. As the girl drops dead, the boy is brought forward. I notice that he is very young and obviously has not gone through puberty yet. I inject him under the chin, in the soft of the throat. He falls over as well. The woman is then brought to me, and after she is raped, I lay my needle down into her breast and she dies.

I blink, and I am somewhere else. I am myself again. No mask. No anything, for that matter. I was completely naked and my hands and feet were tied behind me. I am surrounded by more men in masks who throw several naked women next to me. In that instant they pounce upon us, ripping off their own clothes and defiling us. I am desecrated and afterwards lie there, screaming and crying. We, the victims, curl into the corner of the room together. We are all naked and I am the only male, yet I am far more afraid than they are. We are all a giant pile of pale, cowering flesh rubbing up against each other. I hide my face in the hair of a lovely young girl who is covered in blood.

Suddenly, someone else enters the room... It is me. An exact copy of myself, only dressed in dark clothing and wearing a plastic face mask. My double was carrying a large machine gun and began mowing down the madmen. Once the final enemy had fallen, he approaches me and helps me up. The other girls are still clutching to me and are holding to me as we stand together. Clothes appear on our bodies and we move outside. There are police cars roaming down the road and I see fallen bodies in gas masks scattered everywhere. They are in every lawn and every block and all across the road. The police vehicles squish them under their tires.

I stand there, watching. My double in the plastic mask is vanishing into the distance. I watch as he pushes into the bushes, falling under cover of the forest.

9.13.15

Sleep before the night shift.

Didn't want to record it, but something tells me I should.

I'm at my family in K. Half or most of them are already dead and I kinda remember it, but push it aside and not get scared by it. I get a text from my mom. One family member, I think it's my godmother pokes her head in the door and tells me that my father had probably died and that's what the text is about. I look at the screen but can't read it. I need to get on the internet and download it through the client. My cousin tells me his internet is not working or something like that, but I somehow make it work and I'm finally able to read the text. Its something funny and not important, my mom just wanted to let me know something. I knew that was the case, but at the same time, I made peace with the bad news as well.