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Hello DV. The Dreaming Dead will be a new series of dreams I'm having. In the past two weeks I've had three zombie dreams. I do not recall them all very well so Chapters 1-3 will be one DJ entry. So I figure I'll keep this as a rolling series of dreams if they continue.

Chapter I: The Beginning

I dream that the zombie apocalypse has begun. Everywhere we go there are walkers all around our group. The only two people I recall being there are my friends Matt and Zaine. Together we fight our way through the city and eventually reach our friend Connor's house. He is not there, and the zombies are coming in the house. We may get overran soon. I now draw the large sword I have been using and continue to fight. I slice several zombies' heads off until one grabs a hold of me. I try hard to cut him but I can't seem to do so. He scratches my face and I finally break free and decapitate the walker. I feel my right cheek, where there is now I very small scratch. It can't be. No, not like this. I turn to my friend Zaine and show him. I look at my right index finger, which is covered with blood.
"That sucks," Zaine says.
I decide I must continue fighting. I cut off many more zombies' heads in a rage of vengeance for myself. If I'm going down then so are these assholes. I now see my dog come up the stairs and see he has been zombified. I begin to cry but realize what must be done, and I put him out of his misery. Forgive me my old friend. That is all I remember.

Chapter II: Supply Run

This dream takes place several days later (real life time). This one I recall less of than the first. I assume my scratch wound has either healed or not yet affected myself. Perhaps scratches don't make you turn like in most zombie situations. If this is true, than thank God for that. I dream my group is making a run into town at night for supplies. What could go wrong right? I don't recall most of the events, other than things did go wrong and we became overrun by walkers. Eventually I get away and run into the parking lot where my Dad's GMC Envoy is parked. I get in and quickly drive away. As I drive home I drive on a road that is on the water with no guard rails, and hardly any shoulder. This makes me quite nervous. I see the speed limit is 55, and even though there is no government I oblige the sign either way. This makes me more nervous seeing as the water is so dangerously close. I finally make it back to our hideout, where things go wrong very quickly. I notice the walkers are overrunning our house. I get out to rush to the house where the rest of the group is running to get inside. I run up the stairs to the house past my friend Frankie, who trips going up the stairs. She is then grabbed by the walkers and taken away. A terrible and disturbing sight, but we must go on. We get into the house and remain safe until I awake.

Chapter III: A Break in the Storm

The third dream happened a couple nights ago, and this one I remember the least of, and it was the most uneventful one sadly. Our group now resides in my friend Branson's home. We are seeing a break in the zombie attacks recently. Outside I notice a few walkers, but no sign of immediate danger. So inside, my friend Corey makes us a wonderful meal and we feast like kings. That's all I remember. Short and disappointing, right?

Stay tuned for Chapter IV, if I have another zombie dream.

This is from a dream recorded last July...

I had a dream that the earth was a part of this giant glowing cosmic body (that was my own body). It glowed a deep cobalt blue and indigo and would move. At the head of the cosmic body there were two crowns, one for good and one for evil. A childhood friend of mine had discovered the evil crown and was using it to get rich and murder people. I had to stop him so I took the crown from him and broke it. There was a secret liquid that I then was instructed to create, it involved blending fruits and vegetables with blood. It created a mixture that resembled hanging streams of crimson red liquid suspended in air.

This is a dream I recorded last March...

Went to a giant movie theater to pre-screen some action movie with friends. The manager running the theater had trap chairs that would fall through the floor. When people fell through the floor they would be killed by monsters. During the movie I was one of the unlucky ones who fell through and was killed, but somehow I came back to life and came back to the theater with my parents. I was able to save everyone in the theater by telling them that the chairs were traps. Only, this time when the chairs fell through people were able to safely land on cushions. I was then transformed into a monster and was killed.

I was in a warehouse and then I realize that everything in this warehouse belongs to me. It had racks of baby clothes from planned children, mementos of marriages, and keepsake boxes for all my children plus my own, and boxes of random stuff. This place was towered with all these different things. I don't really have children in real life so maybe this was telling me something. Then, my family walks in except its them from like 15 years ago, when I was about five years old. They were telling me what they wanted and such, but I told them I couldnt just make things magically happen and I couldnt afford their tastes. They wanted expensive things, but it just wasn't what I could afford. For some reason I was five years old and saying all of this in the dream.

Then I was in my dream life. I was in my families New york penthouse, or at-least that is what I called it in the dream, and it looked over a utopia of houses, gardens, and lake views. But then I realized as I was standing next to my wife in my dream that the whole place was tilting back and forth, it was like the building we were in was unsupported by an actual structure, like it was floating. END

I was done with most of a test when it asked why some random video game character didn't use both hands to lift heavy objects. most everyone was chatting about how he had superpowers when I remembered he was born in a superpower family, no superpowers for himself. About two seconds away from the time limit I remember the answer: he never puts his weapon away. Then my History teacher said "the final answer was Weapon"

(waking)Earlier in the month I had this:
I somehow plugged myself into a magical program that ran off of my computer that let me plug into a shared dreaming server. The hub room was made out out birch wood planks straight out of the default Minecraft resource pack. It started out in a crowded square room with slabbed off windows also very Minecrafty. It apperared people could buy classes from a shop run by my friend. So I bought the exploration class.It was a buetiful network. There were stairs from the entrance foyer to four warp points. I went into the purple one first. It was a zombie infested carnival with a purple path along which my group and I walked through. I knew but knew not how I knew there was a Captain America shield. Now here is where all the video games enter my dreams. I had the Captain America shield (okay that's a movie but I think there is a game for that, but I have not seem more than two seconds of gameplay) that I used to easily block the attacks coming from a blob monster out of Epic Mickey and counter with my Wolverine claws. Oh and the Captain America shield popped up in my square-divided bar that looks like it came out of Minecraft as well after I noticed a white box showing me the shield and naming it. That design also happens to come from a game. I won the fight but my avatar was a bit tired so the whole crew headed back. actually now that I think I magically just took another warp without thinking about it magically The next level was controlled with a 360 controller where you press the back button to stop moving along a predetermined path. It felt ripped straight out of a storybook sonic level. Wow another game. The controls were absolute shit on cheese filled buttermilk buiscuits. Yeah I thought another game (review) reference could be fun. Anyways after slogging through that mess I entered my own house which just happened to be a level. I went upstairs and saved a supposedly-super-evil demon. Anyways he was actually quite nice for a second. He then told me to "run from the beam," so I did. I got out of my corridor which was twice as long as it normally is.I asked
"What happened?" to my friend running the class station
"nothing"
so we both flew up to the hub which was warp-able via the ceiling of a bathroom in my house. I started wondering when I would wake up and had trouble putting the thought away. My dreams usually last about five minutes and this one lasted half of an hour. I started getting worried if I looked like a video game character but nobody paid attention to me so I assumed I was fine. Then I saw a white light fill the middle of my vision and wake.

Dream 1 (fragment):[COLOR="#800080"]I was playing with a little fluffy white cat.[/COLOR]
Dream 2 (fragment):[COLOR="#800080"]A guy was giving a girl a piggyback ride[/COLOR]

I woke up in the bed of my old house out of breath.
I look to the corner but couldn't see anything but knew a bad entity was there.
I try to get up and run to the next room but a giant force is pushing me down.
I crawl to the door way and try to make it to my mother's room.
I make it to the door way and I can't breath because of this force.
I crawl to the bed and try to wake her up but she isn't responding.
She just roles over away from me ignoring me.
So I get up and walk back to my room and lie down in my bed to die.
Lying there in pain, dying and my consciousness is fading out to black.
Then an old man's face flashes before my eyes.
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After seeing the old man's face I woke up springing foreword in bed and out of breath.
I feel terrified and always seem to feel surprised that I'm in my current house and not my past house. I have has this dream numerous times and do not recognize the old man.

12.29.13

Last night bed past midnight - 9:45am

Had a few dreams last night, or should I say, I remembered a few.

DR1:

(Disturbing. Or they used to be. I have not had a dream like this in a while. Only this time I was not scared. Only uncomfortable.) I'm standing on a narrow street with one story houses lining it. I'm near a doorway. There is a funeral procession. Two boys had died. Brothers, ages about 5 and 9. Caskets are light brown, shiny. They are coming closer, and as usually, I have no place to escape to.

They end up entering room next to me. I don't want to see any of it. I somehow look and I see both brothers laying next to each other, dressed in suits. They mouth are open and I see inside. I really didn't want to because now I reallize this image will stay with me when WILDing. I get a mental image of a swimming pool they had drowned in. It could have been their sisters pool.

I'm standing in the next room and holding the door shot with my foot. I really don't wanna see. But there is a large gap under the door and I see a tiny, rusty colored kitten walk up to the door. I know that's one of the brothers wanting to say goodby. I'm a bit scared now, but I open the door so kitten can say goodby. Somebody picks him up and holds him next to my face.

DR2:
We are packing and evacuating to Hawaii, because of some natural disaster is suppose to happen.

DR3:
We are going to a chinese restaurant. We are picking from pre-fix menu and older chinese waiter is taking our orders. There is salad, spring rolls and something else. There is four of us. When we sit down, it looks like I ordered the most food.

Something about some red truck parked outside and someone putting a sign on it. Then I'm talking to a guy about it but he knows nothing.

fragment 1:

I was outside and I spontaneously became lucid. Looking up at the sky, I saw a huge planet and I had the split second thought of it crashing into Earth. Oh no, not another one of those dreams. I decided to teleport to Denn, away from this place. Closed my eyes and imagined it, didn't work. So I tried to teleport to the other planet at least, that did work. I'm not sure why that made me feel any safer but it stopped the planet crashing from happening. I started flying around and I noticed the skies were getting dark. Tornadoes formed, but I wasn't afraid of them. I took control of them and made them move out of my way. Then I thought it might be fun to go inside one, so I flew really fast into a big one. Wind was rushing past me at extreme speeds and I kept spinning round and round, was fun! But it woke me up.

dream 1:

I was sleeping in my room when I noticed someone opened the door a crack, I got up and went to look and there was nobody there. I went out into the kitchen and I saw a man that looked really unhappy. I ran back to my room and tried to barricade the door, but it didn't work. He opened the door and sprayed me with lighter fluid then threw a match on me and ran away. I thought about chasing him but decided it would be better to turn on the shower and stop the fire. After the fire was out, I ran after him to stop more havoc but he already tried to light a cat on fire and then the kitchen on fire. I got my own lighter fluid and then I came up behind him as he was about to throw a match and sprayed him with the lighter fluid so that he was set on fire. His brother was outside and he kept saying to me that I had betrayed him and it was my fault, I ruined his life. In the dream world, I had apparently made a deal with him and made some kind of merchandise but it had the wrong name on it and nothing would sell. Some of the things I think up are really weird. The police came and handcuffed the guy's brother and me as well. Then someone also put handcuffs on the lead detectives ankles and I thought, ohhh so this is a dream. I rewound time a little bit until the police were no longer there and that guy was no longer burnt to death. I went outside with him and got the full story of why he was so pissed. Then the cops came but only a beautiful lady detective, wearing a short skirt got out of the police cars. After she walked past me, I rewound time a little bit more and then froze it. But I woke up before anything more exciting could happen .

I was in Costa Rics/Georgetown. Beautiful scenery on the coast. I was part of a small group who had survived a zombie apocalypse, and we were working on an escape plan. We wanted to stick to the high ground and work our way north. IO was leading the group alongside Tom I believe. We were on a cliff when we saw a huge number of kayaks entering the sea. We knew them to be the town survivors taking all of the viable kayaks and making their way to safety. It was a sad moment since we felt stranded. We weaved into building being as quiet as possible. Tom opened a door, passed through, and we were all apprehended by the law enforcement personnel.

It was the first day of classes and I was already late or got confused about the lab period for landscape genetics. I was rushing off to class when I ran into Nasir. I had a fleeting glimpse of lucidity. I tried to help me cope with the stress of being late to class by describing a technique where he opens his chakras by bending his fingers in certain directions. This was represented pictographically in my mind. He then said that he had taken it too far, bending too many fingers in too many directions which also appeared in an image.

I was in the garden when I saw my cacti. they definitely survived. One of them morphed into a saguaro which was uber giant. This made me very happy. I also saw the tiny cacti sprouting in the greenhouse pots.

A was having a sort of spend-the-night party in her house. All was going fine. I noticed that she had a fridge magnet which mentioned that the house hosted my 21st birthday party. This made me feel bad in the moment. Fun was being had when A sort of sprained her wrist. She cries out and begins to freak out on us. She first called for an ambulance. I tried to dissuade her mainly because it's so expensive. She then wanted to be driven to northern georgia where she could rendezvous with her dad. Essentially, her parents found out about the party. Her mom was very disappointed in us and said that she was sending individual text messages to some of us (not me) so that they may apolgozie for lying about their plans. Chelsea noticeably felt very bad. The whole dream made me annoyed for the the very childish way of dealing with the situation by A and sort of hurt for being outside of the whole situation.

Morning of December 29, 2013. Sunday.



Unfortunately, relating to my sister, this dream turned out to be precisely precognitive - in several different ways regarding other aspects as well.

For some reason that has no real-life logic or associations whatsoever, my family and I seem to be driving through the middle of Texas, USA (possibly Austin at one point but towards Abilene) with an unknown male (relative?) Although it seems to be near the center of the state eventually, there is a fictional place where Texas and three other states join perfectly in the middle - which makes such little sense, I wonder why I did not see the erroneous “logic” right away - how can a state have a place in the middle of its large area (miles and miles from any border) where it is the intersection of four states? Ridiculous. At one point, there is a huge dome-like structure of ice that covers seemingly the entire region (but perhaps represents where the fictional state borders connect), but is not that high in the air. Near the center is a five-pointed-star-shaped opening to the sky, it seems. There is another area where a similar structure, or set of structures made of ice are seen. Ice and snow everywhere in Texas (as in the far north), four joining borders in the center of a larger needfully borderless region. Weird and entirely without sense. Oh well.

The other dream is quite moody and serious. It seems my sister is in the state of dying, but also seems like an entirely different person for much of the time in terms of appearance. She is still alive as of this writing, but has had a lot of health-related problems over the years, many related to smoking and being overweight. At one point, she looks like a taller Caucasian woman (possibly English) of about seventy or more, with light hair and a longer and more angular face than my sister ever had. My wife and I are at her home. It seems like the house will be ours at one point (inherited, apparently), which makes no sense, as my sister rented that place and no longer lives there (Loomis Street). I start thinking about planning to move all of our possessions to the USA somehow. At one point, I am wondering what had happened to my brother-in-law. However, there is an even stranger distortion. My sister, in my dream, is seemingly married to my wife’s step father even though he would be much younger (although in real life, this parallels my wife’s “disturbed” mother - who went after him when he was a younger teenager and when she was fairly old and not only did not get arrested, but two of her children are his - the things she has gotten away with in her lifetime are beyond what most people could imagine - although it is possible this dream relates to her present circumstances in some way, but I have not seen her in years, thankfully).

At one point I see him leaning over her as she is on her back on a mattress on the floor near the doorway to the kitchen (almost fully to the northwest corner, but with a bit of space at the implied foot of the mattress). It first seems that she has died and I feel a strange sadness. However, she is only in the stage of wanting/waiting to die. At one point, when I am near them, I tell both of them that they are not who they are supposed to be and that I do not know them - and almost become a bit more semi-lucid than I had been to that point, but not fully aware. I notice that she has strange marks all over her stomach and arms - seemingly stretch marks from rapid weight lost (at first). However, they actually look more like some sort of smaller and large number of reddish bird-beak-shaped scars (sideways bird-beak-like, yet sort of like compressed, symmetrically paired “W” shapes) that are slightly more fleshy or raised in the center, much like a livestock brand in which the skin has since become more loose. The wrinkled wounds seem to mean something else relating to her illness or advanced age but still seem to have something to do with weight-loss or the body “shrinking” somehow.

Curiously enough, they remind me of a dream of way back when I was a younger teenager - “The Butterfly People” - about a group of people - a family - who had butterfly-shaped welts all over their bodies. They lived in caves and seemed somewhat dangerous to other (“normal”) people and possibly somewhat cannibal-like. My dream had nothing to do with butterflies, really.

At a later point, she is sitting up on the end of the mattress closest to the kitchen doorway. I do not see the other male. At this point, she looks a little more like my sister again, but fairly thin. I am concerned but she seems resigned to her circumstances and seems to want no sympathy at all regarding the “wearing out” of her body and health (and actually seems angry at the potential of recovery or living longer). “I am waiting to go to Hell,” she states seriously, and confidently, with an angry tone relating to her body “expiring” and implying that she, as a conscious being, will still continue to exist (possibly forever) in such a place - but obviously does not seem keen on the idea - although it is not quite at all sure what “Hell” would be like (or maybe she is talking symbolically, unsure, but she does seem to think her existence will continue somehow - apparently ALL people go to Hell when they die as a “natural order” of things - still being trapped within the dynamics of their last physical illness - or maybe it is a connection to those commonly deemed “insane” Jack Chick Christian comics I had the misfortune to read years ago, which were weirder and more unrealistic than the horror comics of the day) - assuming she is even referring to one of the various Christian theories (none of which I remotely believe in). This is rather odd, as it is very unlike me to have Christian mythology in dreams in a more “serious” way (usually “devils” and such are associated with the comic book character “Hot Stuff” and little more, although medieval dragons have always been an “enemy”, but now only appear as cartoon-like rough sketches, usually with broken or incomplete lines). This is not a nightmarish scenario, just a bit unsettling and very vivid in terms of environmental focus and detail. However, not much drama happens after this and it actually does seem to carry and odd awareness of an old Jack Chick tract I read on the school bus as a boy - and wondered how human beings could actually believe in such things.

From here, though, I end up in a tulpa-based dream of primarily a happy mood, moving towards bliss and sensual ecstasy, in an unfamiliar area with several other younger people, mostly Japanese. It is a smaller building with an arced roof of an unknown purpose - almost like a very small aircraft hanger. I am aware that a dinosaur, a tyrannosaurus, is just outside and could easily put his head down and through the open end of the hall-like structure (and even quickly eat me), but does not. I am not concerned at all. In fact, I actually contemplate creating a drama by willing the dinosaur to cause trouble or to damage the building (even to chase me around a bit), but that thought does not fully materialize, so to speak. The big dinosaur just walks around outside and causes no trouble. I am not lucid, yet I still seem to have an amazing focus over elaborate thought-control and related detail at this point. I hold a version of my wife close and intimately and we speak of getting married soon as if we only met that week. It seems very harmonious and personal even though there are others standing around in the building. No one else seems concerned about the large dinosaur just outside the large entrance. It almost seems like a “left-over” from someone else’s dream that had not fully unfolded.

This is a dream I had roughly 2-4 weeks ago, and it went like this:

My character was a girl, and I was within her, sort of like an unconscious fragment of her being. She was quite young, and lived in a settlement of sorts some ways away from an abandoned city. It had been abandoned for years now, and it was just a skeleton of it's former self: You could see the metallic frames of the skyscrapers and other buildings against the horizon, and it gave a creepy feeling. Nobody went into the city because no one who went, returned.

Now, for the settlement itself: It was divided into an underground section, and an aboveground section. Both the sections had residential, and industrial sections. Most of the tech in this society was medieval looking, but equipment were salvaged from the city. There was no electricity. The whole quirky thing about this settlement was that no one believed in spirituality, or a god, or a soul. The security guards existed to reinforce this and the general rules of the settlement.

So, the story itself is short: My character starts questioning about the existence of a spirit, and god, and spirituality. My parents try dissuading her from the subject, but I persist. Eventually the guards get involved, and after failing to stop my character as well, try to kill her multiple times. Sometimes she escapes by herself, sometimes I take over and help her. In the final altercation, the head of the guard tries to ambush her. I take over, kill every single one, and kill the head of the guard with his own weapon. After this, the girl packs her things up, and leaves the settlement, and heads for the abandoned city.

Addition: Except for one instance, the sky is usually red, dark, and dreary. Especially over the abandoned skeleton city.

My friend and I were messing around with these Spock plushies, and I pull up his black undershirt halfway up his face, and I turn to see that my friend has pulled his blue shirt halfway up his face, which looks more like a turtleneck more than his actual shirt. We're sitting their giggling and all, because we think it looks cute and silly, but then we turn and see the actual spock standing in front of us. He looks at us individually, then takes out of a white trashbag another spock plushie, which has both the undershirt and the blue shirt pulled up halfway up its face, and then he smiles that sassy smile that one often sees at the end of the episode with the corny jokes. It felt really good. =///u///=


Let's see.. at some point my GISHWHES stuff had finally arrived, but instead of books and t-shirts, they were a plate, some sort of plant in a pot, a cup, and some other stuff.

At some point my family and I were staying at this hotel that was pretty decent-looking even though it was only five dollars a night, and my friend came with us. We were staying very close to our cabin, but apparently the cabin had already been rented for the night. Our drinkable water came out of this portable pump thing that was sitting on the bed, and the cup under it was the one from my GISHWHES delivery.

At some point there was something about wild animals in a zoo, and my friend drawing envy-inducingly well, and these mean cats that I tried to scare away but who attacked my legs, though I felt nothing.

Alien invasion dream (in fragments)

I looked outside and noticed dozens of aircraft moving around in seemingly random directions in the sky. A few moments later they all stopped and had arranged themselves in a perfect grid. I thought to go get my camera, but realized that if I did, they would vanish. I decided rather to just watch and see what happened next.

C was in my garage, working. She told me that she had sensed that this was happening and had prepared. She had started building some weapon that would be the only thing that was effective against the aliens. She told me that she needed me to run to the hardware store before the aliens landed and get her a metal pipe: any size, any length.

I was looking online at the pictures and news coverage of the aliens. One of them showed the aliens in a grid like I had seen earlier. The other one showed a picture of the alien ships. They looked something like this. [/COLOR]



Badly drawn alien ship. The brown/tan parts were not wood, but rather metal painted in that color.

Fragment: Lucid Driving

My dad had just crashed his car into the road. I told him it was OK because I was actually just lucid dreaming. I immediately woke up.

Fragment: False Awakening

I false awoke into my room, got up, and logged onto this website in order to begin my DJing.

Fragment 1: my husband had a lot of community service projects, and I was trying to find the best way back to church and to figure out whether with his busy schedule I could meet up with my husband this evening.

Fragment 2: Some new laws made writing in English way more complicated, adding accents among other things. Other countries were saying, what's the big deal, we've had that for ages. But to English speakers it was new, would take getting used to, and was still new enough to be ambiguous.