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I can remember walking home from school, when I looked over my shoulder to see a huge mushroom cloud begin to rise, painting the sky orange. I ran into my house, and I could feel the heat from the blast on my back. While I was running up the steps to my porch, I thought.
"Is this a dream?"
I didn't become lucid. I can remember going inside to find my parents standing in the front room. We all hugged together. I woke up, terrified.

More Acrobatics (4:10) (LUCID)

I'm jumping around a room and doing backflips. At some point, I realize that I'm dreaming. I try to duplicate some moves I've done previously. There is a man in the room who comments, "I've always thought that anything you like doing is worth doing three times." I think this is very wise.

Log Cabin Tent (10:46)

I'm setting up our family's tent at the campsite before the rest of them arrive. Its walls are made of logs, and they unroll in sheets. I'm trying to set up a pole when somehow I drop it. It falls precipitously into the neighboring campsite, where another family is setting up. They express commiseration and come over to try to help me, but I show them that even though it looks like a log cabin, it's not really any harder to assemble than a tent, so I can manage on my own. Suddenly the family's dog runs in the front door, barking. It jumps up to put its paws on the front wall, and the wall falls over. Okay, I'm willing to admit to the family that /that/ was annoying. They apologize and leave in order to restrain their dog.

Later, I'm getting ready for bed, when I realize that all of the windows are open and everyone in the nearby campsites can see me undressing. There are at least five people visible, walking around. So I stop what I'm doing and go around zipping up windows. Suddenly I hear another zipper, and I see a shadow on the roof that indicates someone is walking by, zipping up the ceiling window as they go. It feels like an uncomfortable violation of my privacy. It also makes me feel bad, because that person was evidently annoyed by my undressing--enough so to come over to close the windows zirself.

At some point my family shows up, and we start decorating the house. Right now, it's the kids' job to chop up garlic into bead-sized pieces and put them in small dishes in the guest rooms. The garlic is lilac-colored. It seems like a rather silly chore, but my parents insist that the guests will appreciate it. When I'm almost done, I notice that the ziploc bag containing the garlic is itself made of garlic. Not wanting to waste any, I cut off a piece of the bag with approximately the same mass as the other pieces we've been cutting. I put it in the bowl, but somehow I can't bring myself to leave it there. It looks so stupid sitting next to the uniformly shaped other pieces.

Frags:

• "dishwashing" (?)
• a road map with a yellow highlighted route--some kind of tour

Dialogue

woke three times last night. Each time I woke I was typing in my phone and some one was typing back. I could read their words.

Maybe I 'm being encouraged to write in dialogue. Like maybe folk would understand me writing in dialogue. Sounds challenging because I don't know how to do this.

The dialogue flowed and was absorbing and natural.

It was a very unusual dream. It seemed like one dream woked from three times.

Feel I should do something about it and go learn the art of writing in a dialogue format.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a fairly long dream, but I can remember the first part only slightly. I was a soldier in a war, I see someone who I don't like has a greater rank than me, so I decide to become an officer.

*Blank*

We are a group of researchers in a facility situated high up in a grassy hill, there is a big city on the bottom. A river is born from this hill. We were investigating something on this hill and one day I notice that the river keeps getting larger, for some reasons this signals the approach of a global calamity.

Next I am wandering the city at night, heading towards the hill. I'm worried that I will never see my family again seeing as there is little hope of survival. I think about calling them to warn them about the end of the world. I think my brother was with me at this time.

I arrive at an amusement park just before the hill, everything is quite dark. I finally arrive at the facility, and it's daytime. By this time there were supernatural elements about the coming apocalypse, but I remember little of them. There was some conversation about monsters and how even the properties of atomic elements were changing.

Suddenly the ghost of a janitor of the facility appears, but we manage to drive it away. We exit the facility and go to an underground shelter, although we know it won't be enough to save us. There is a vending machine on the shelter, and I see that people who drink from it grow taller, but I soon lose interested in it.

At this point the dream switches to third person, the location is the same, but I'm no longer a character in the dream.

"I" see a man in the underground shelter, who is talking to another older man. The older man suggests that he be unfaithful to his girlfriend and he agrees. The older man presents him with a box, and inside there is a demon.

This was the most intense part of the dream, I suddenly see the man being killed by the demon: a paled, pasty skin horror with large black eyes and horns. The man is impaled on its multiple appendages, some of which look like arms others like demon tails. This appears to me as a black and white still image with the demon large behind the man in its clutches, although the rest of the dream was in color and moving. Nevertheless, I instantly feel a very intense and profound sense of horror and disgust, which causes me to wake up. I have trouble remembering the rest of the dream, but not the image of the demon, who I can still clearly picture in my mind.[/INDENT]

12.07.2012

Playing Tennis and Dog (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing tennis in a random court that seems to be a collection of previous High Schools I attended.

Two dream characters that looked very familiar to others in waking life of Joel and Kimmy.

Joel and I were beginning to rally, and he mentioned how he tried to hit slower and softer so that the ball would bounce less. Even though that logic was kind of messed up, I just acknowledged what he said and got my racket ready.

He serves the ball under handed to me, and as soon as I make contact with the ball, I make an awkward gesture where the ball ends up flying all the way to the left side over a very tall fence.

I looked at Joel and he makes the facial expression that says, "You're getting that...not me."

I put up an "eh" face, and quickly ran to predict the ball's trajectory. I open the small get to get outside of the court, and I realized the ball landed on someone's backyard.

The layout was very weird, there was a brown picket fence, but the ball somehow managed to get on the mini-sidewalk that leads to the backyard.

There's a Pug Dog that looks pretty innocent, or just mentally deficient. I start being fearful of it, but it's not really making any reaction whatsoever. I didn't want to take any chances though, even if it did look sad and depressed.

It picked the tennis ball with its mouth, and I immediately was disgusted about this, and decided I should go ahead and leave. Problem is, I'm having trouble opening the door that I have halfway open. I tried to wiggle my way in, but I really can't get back into the area for the courts at all.

The dog is getting closer, and is being harmless, but with my anxiety and over-exaggerated fear of it made things worse. I kept looking back at the dog, and then the area I want to get to, and I repeat this for like 10 seconds until the dream fades away, or when I had a micro-awakening.

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12.07.2012

Candy Jar of White Stuff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm waiting for someone to buy something at a store, and all I remember is shooting sperm inside of a Candy Jar.

*sigh*

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12.07.2012

Fake Death Matches (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

That's all there really is to it. It's inside of a fake bedroom, and dream characters are just making up fighting gestures where I actually think they're killing each other.

The lights go on and I go up to them and they say everything is fine. And everyone really is fine, which confuses me.

yep.

12.06.2012

Calvin and High Speed Punches (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that Calvin from Tyler Perry's, "House of Payne," is engaging in an intense battle with some random dream character.

Calvin is wearing a maroon dress shirt buttoned up along with black jeans. He's giving it his all punching this DC, and his opponent seems to be giving him an equal amount of punching as well.

Their punches are so fast that it ends up being a Dragon Ball Z type of battle where you just see random flashes and it's hard to know where they're trying to punch.

Oh, and he's also flying and punching too, and he has his mouth slightly open, probably to exhale as he's exerting immense force in his attacks.

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12.06.2012

Nazi Kamikaze Soldiers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a store with a few random people. Everything about this area feels suspicious, like everyone is watching us, watching to see when we'll seem like we're out of synch with everyone else.

Kind of like in Inception when the subconscious manifestations of dream characters start looking in on someone who isn't in synch with the host's mind.

I believe we were trying to retrieve something, and I was going through a fairly long aisle in front of me. The flooring was all white, the lighting was pure white, and the shelves were mostly gray and dull in color.

The dream shifts where I'm trying to take something, and I'm doing a horrible job at hiding it. It's a really long white pole, that I'm putting underneath my random black robe outfit that I'm wearing.

I tried pushing the pole down to see if I can make it shorter, but the action itself was too awkward, and I started to get growing suspicion from everyone around me.

Then I heard someone state,

"Get him."

I tried to rub it off and walked casually to just to make sure I didn't assume they were talking to me. But with the footsteps picking up their pace, I made a dash for it. Things go out fairly well in my escape, until I temporarily had my speed decreased for no apparent reason.

I literally was pedalling my legs....how is that even possible? I tried so hard to speed up, and I did, though the reaction time was very awkward because I went a little too fast.

Spoiler for A bit too poopy:

The dream shifts where I'm now sitting on top of a dark red rotating chair. I have to use #2 so bad right now, and I can literally feel it being squashed as I'm trying to move around the chair.

What's worse is that there's someone to the left of me, and I'm worried if they'll smell the horrible odor, and become disgusted on why I'm not going for the toilet. I completely forget that I could go to a toilet for some odd reason.

Spoiler for A bit too poopy:

I know toilet and poop dreams tend to be signs of having to release stress in your life.

Anyway, I tried moving to the right side, trying to ignore whoever is talking to me because it's kind of hard to comprehend and think while shit is trying to come out of your ass.

So after that's settled, I accepted whatever is inside of me, and completely ignored the simple function to just find a bathroom and do #2.

The dream shifts where I'm in a mini-mall of some sort. There's a lot of dark-skinned dream characters, and I had a feeling this was a tribal setting. I also felt that these people were most likley cannibals as well.

I tried my best to remain cautious in everything that I did inside this area. It was difficult getting out, because I didn't want to stare at anyone for too long to provoke them, and also not make myself too out of norm where they might just attack me for no reason.

WILD attempt

At 11:30ish pm I put my headphones in with pink noise for 15 minutes. I woke up with 4 minutes left of this so this lasted 11 minutes.

I walked out of my house (it was nothing like my current house but instead looked rather typically American style with lovely white wooden features, quite large and pretty.) wearing jeans and thought to myself, 'What can I do?' As I thought this I almost instantly became invisible. My first thought was 'wow! This is cool!' but then as soon as I began walking down the street (by this point I was completely sure I was in America. It looked like most average American streets in late summer/early autumn time before the leaves have started to fall with wide paths on either side of the road with lots of grass) I realized that it kinda sucked because no one knew where you were and when you were on your own that wasn't fun.

After this revelation I went to my boyfriend's house and climbed up to his room and through his window. "Hey! It's me, Katie! I'm invisible!" I smiled, standing by his window.

"No way!" He exclaimed, climbing off of his bed and trying to look for me. "That is pretty amazing."

"I know right?! Want to go play tricks on people?" I grinned, leaning against the architrave around his window.

"Hell yeah!" He pulled on his coat and we both set off, finding ourself at, surprise surprise, a stereotypical American high school! When we got there I found a bucket of water in my hands and started throwing this water at people, putting the bucket down over my head (so it hid my face) and starting to spin it to confuse people. As I did this someone threw bright blue paint at me, creating a slightly human shape out of the paint in mid air. After this I dropped the bucket and ran with my boyfriend, finding ourselves in a tiny railinged-off little garden/park spot, that was surrounded by building on three sides (each building a different age and architectural style). We started to laugh together.

Really not sure where these two dreams fit in with each other, but they're all I can remember from last night

In the first dream I'm in my friend Moo's room from his old house. In my mind we're in his dorm room in college. But anyways in real life I get drug tested for marijuana because I got in trouble with it, so in the dream when a bong is passed to me I pass it right along. Moo then takes out a syringe and I ask "is that heroin?" and he says "yes" then shoots some into his arm. I turn around to look somewhere when he pokes me with the needle, so now I'm "high" off of heroin. I've never done heroin so all I can really base feeling high off of is through weed, so that's what feel like in the dream. Moo asks me if I feel anything but I just sort of brush off the question as my eye sight becomes very blurry and wobbly. All of the sudden I'm outside in a very open backyard with a bunch of small dogs. These dogs are wrestling and running around as my point of view is right above them. Then I can feel my body as I'm laying on my back in the backyard. Moo and someone who I believe to be his dad are standing over top of me asking if I'm alright but I'm non responsive.

The second dream had some other part to it, but this is when I start to recall it. I'm standing with a large group of people in a wooded area. This thing in front of me sort of looks like a log flume but with cars. It's a path that starts as a bridge over some lake but then goes up over a hill. The path is full of water and has railings on both sides to keep cars from falling out. Someone makes a joke about how I can't drive my car since in real life I can't drive until February. So I forget that comment and jump in the log flume and then start to walk on the railing. I don't know what happened right after that but then I'm in a group of people in a very gray area. I think it was raining but I just remember making a joke and having these like 10 people laughing at it, and I remember famous artist Imani Blair was there too.

11-19-2012 -- Can't remember the earlier bits of this, but there was a lot more before this. By the point I can barely start remembering things, I think I am in a swimming pool, half swimming, half just having fun. At first I think I'm Harry Potter, swimming with Hermione as a form of training, but as it continues, it becomes much more a military thing, swimming laps. At first we were almost alone, but moment by moment there are more people here, and soon I have just one tiny 'lane' in which to swim, surrounded by other people who are annoyed at me and think I'm in the way.

Soon I find myself running across a large city (or even world) that somehow feels very like Runescape, even if it doesn't look much like it. It almost seems like I am running through a game world, looking for portals that lead to where I want to go. The third one leads to a section of the world that is very Polynesian, a very definite tropical island theme, that feels like a cross between Ape Atoll and something out of the Polynesian Resort at Disney World. I've gone there to confront some game characters or something, and I think I have finished what I need to do, so I have been leaving that area again. I soon find myself on a paddle wheeler such as the Mark Twain, and am on the middle deck, surrounded by a bunch of Polynesian dancers who are chanting and waving torches around in some sort of ritual.

I am on my knees trying to start a fire with a bit of flint, using a bit of root that somehow seems kind of connected to an instrument being played by one of the dancers as kindling, but I'm not managing to get very far. I finally manage to catch a tiny spark, and try to gently blow it into a flame, but it almost immediately goes out, so I have to try again ... and again. It very much feels like some sort of odd Runescape quest, and suddenly I find Dave DuFour is next to me, trying to help me. He isn't very impressed with me, and thinks I'm not supposed to be a part of this ritual, and I am getting it completely wrong. He's helping me gather together six ingredients, including a couple of potions, and trying to get us set up for the right ritual. But as the chanting and dancing and fire juggling goes on, discover he isn't supposed to be a part of the ritual, either ... though he is closer than I am. We finally just drink our Gnome-style fruit drinks, and watch the dancers do their ritual.

Soon the Mark Twain has turned to a cross between a barge, a train, and walking along the street, and we are passing several of the portals we previously travelled through. I find myself talking with Veronica (Aj) while passing a building with lots of little storage cubbyholes that somehow contain (among other things) the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria. There's also a hint of lots of other old things, though many may be petrified. I start to climb around the building, which is turning into more of an old church. I'm crawling through old wooden passageways, and somehow I break something.

I then glance up at an alter above me, and staring down at me is this horrible creature. It seems like a cross between a Fembot (Bionic Woman), and one of the clockwork figures from the Doctor Who story The Girl in the Fireplace, wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. The voice is a sort of a cross between a Cyberman, a Dalek, and Davros, except somehow female. The thing is staring down at me, threatening me, and its hand drops away like an Auton. But instead of firing some sort of laser, it is trying to drip some sort of slimy green gunk on me. I dodge out of the way and start running. She continues chasing me, occasionally squirting the green slime at me, but thankfully whatever she is, she isn't very fast, so I can put some distance between us.

I soon find myself running around the upper floors of the ancient church, along with Hermione, the Doctor, and more characters from the Harry Potter books, except we're all little kids, around the ages of four or five, including the Doctor. We end up hiding in a nursery for a while, and eventually come to the conclusion we need to find some way to face this thing. So we return lower in the building, which is now a cross between a large church and a huge library, with book shelves all over the place on multiple levels. We find ourselves swinging between levels on ropes, while the robot thing is still chasing us, squirting stuff at us, but its getting less scary and more adventurous.

[Can't remember any details, and it might not be a real past dream, but by the end it was feeling like it tied back into another dream from a year or two ago that involved chasing through a huge library-like house fighting something, but without the Harry Potter or Doctor Who characters.]

11-19-2012 -- I'm walking in to Ron Dockery's house (past roommate) and he's in the living room with a large bowl-like cup he's mixing stuff in. He has me adding some carbonated soda to the mixture, possibly while passing it through an electrical current. It's filling up right to edge of the bowl, and he thinks it is going to blow, but so far, at least, it doesn't. Can't remember why or how, but there is a sense of Runescape at this point. I pour a little more soda in, and at this point the mixure is bowing just slightly above the top of the bowl, still held in place by surface tension, yet slightly quivering from all the energy contained. At this point we're really surprised it hasn't blown, yet.

Soon a friend of Ron's walks in. He's hoping she is eventually going to be his girlfriend, and it seems the chances are good. She turns out to be Shirley Feeney from Laverne and Shirley. The house is a large one, and for some reason there are lots of kids living here. It is past bed time, which means it is required that all the kids are in their bedrooms. It is up to them, however, if they ever bother to actually sleep or not. By this point we're upstairs in a sort of den-like room, and I am around a corner from Ron and Shirley. I am pretty sure they have a quickie while I am around the corner, and for some reason I am trying to spy on them.

But soon there's no chance of that, because the kids are everywhere, and not in their rooms as they are supposed to be. It turns out there are so many kids around because Shirley watches them for the government, who kidnaps them from their parents. It turns out they have weird, detailed dreams, and for some reason these dreams are considered evil, so they are held here. This is really scaring me, because the kinds of dreams and the details of what are considered evil about them actually match up pretty closely with the kinds of dreams I have. Shirley tries to explain to me that it is OK for me as a middle-aged man to have dreams about sex, or even for a teenager, but there is something wrong when kids who are four or five are having the same kinds of dreams, and while I am still very nervous about it all, I can admit there may be something to that.

I'm not sure how the shift occurs, since I ran out of room on the paper to write more down, but in some way connected to all this government kidnapping and dream-related stuff, I soon find myself floating above a circular lake that seems very reminiscent of the avatar fountain in the Runescape clan citadels. I'm just kind of floating there drifting like one of the avatars, except I am myself, and the large circular lake is surrounded by huge skyscraper-like buildings on all sides. I'm hoarse, and have my voice problem, but I am somehow projecting my voice all around the city, anyway.

I explain that I have both the right and the power to do so, so I have claimed the throne of the city and named myself ruler. Nobody likes this, and people are starting to shout out complaints about this, but I don't really care. On the shore to the northeast is a figure that seems to be out of the movie Tron, with his suit glowing with light, except it is in green, instead of blue. He fires some sort of ray gun at me, but I block the green burst of laser fire with my hand. Unlike what it should do, it doesn't hurt me or assimilate me, or put me under his control or anything ... he simply doesn't have enough power to do anything to me. I'm powerful enough to back up my claim.

Soon I walk in to the city, heading east. I soon find myself in curved hallways that remind me of a space station like B5 or DS9, and the look is kind of going animated, half between regular animation and computer animation. I find myself facing an old soldier with short-cropped whitish-silver hair. His uniform is all in pink (as opposed to the green of the guy earlier) and I think it is nothing more than a different color to represent a different team. His body shape looks exactly like the old guy from Pixar's Up. He makes to attack me, and I first warn him, then take his gun away from him, and he's rather bummed that he can't take me. By this point, it has a strong feeling of a sort of Wreck-It Ralph feel to everything, like a cross-over world between lots of forms of animation and lots of video games.

Soon I find myself driving out of the city in a very wild cartoon fashion, as well as in a very wild cartoon vehicle. Strong hints of the Roger Rabbit paddy wagon vehicle the weasels drove in the movie, except I'm driving it, instead. I'm flashing down a tunnel, and one opponent who seems kind of Plasticman or Mr Fantastic-like has spread across the entire tunnel, but I plow right through him. Others are on the roof of the tunnel, trying to drop on my vehicle as I pass, but they get the timing wrong. A couple drop too soon, and have to dive out of the way of my vehicle. The rest wait too long, and hit the road behind me (pancaking), having to dive out of the way of other traffic following.

As we make it out of the tunnel, and into a more open area, I am swerving all over the place like a crazy man, and like in a cartoon, the road is shifting under me, flying out to the sides, and bunching up under the force of my tires. I'm now running down a hillside that feels like it is from the movie Nightmare Before Christmas, leaving Halloweentown and approaching another world. My car that has been very pumpkin-themed, and has half been being driven by a pumpkin figure is now shifting, and all the Halloween decor is trying to fly off in all directions as the theme changes. I'm not willing to let it go, so I grab the pumpkin / driver figure and hold on to him. I manage to keep hold of him, but he changes, and is now a bobblehead Einstein figure, instead, but he's still driving for me.

We're now in a lego car, driving through a massive lego city like the kind they build in the various Legoland parks, and I ask him if he'll continue to drive for me. He asks me why, and I try to tell him, but somehow I find I just can't get the words out. Something is constraining me, not letting me explain. I try to force the words out, and it is something about I have to rescue my lady love, whatever world they happen to be holding her in. I'm pretty sure he agrees to help. We're tiny figures in this huge Lego city, but it is all built on a huge table in this room with small offices lining the walls, and as we are talking and driving at high speed, one of the office doors opens, and the Shirley Feeney character walks out, thousands of times bigger than me, since I'm now the size of a Lego figure.

I experienced some challenges in this LD and, sad to say, I didn't exactly pass with flying colors. I need to be confident with producing a light source and finding my way out when I'm lost in some building. I wish I'd remembered darknightedlady's observation that "Exit" signs seem to work well for me in navigation. They're a reliable tool for me and I need to keep them in mind.

Not my best work, but I very much enjoyed the exploratory romp anyway!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #37: Hotel California

I'm business partners with my good friend "Leroy", and we ride a bus to a conference at some sunny resort. We pass by a nice pool complex on our way in, and many DCs are soaking up the sun poolside. I recognize MS, a friend from high school, but she disappears into the crowd as we draw closer.



Leroy and I walk through the hotel entrance and move toward the elevator. There are smashed eggs all over the floor in front of the elevator door, and I say, "[Leroy], I'm tired of walking on eggshells around you." Two things dawn on me: a) That joke was terrible and b) This is all a dream.

Leroy has disappeared, but momentum still has me reaching for the elevator button. I stop when I see that the elevator only goes down. I remember that I'm trying to either witness the Trinity test or relive the Apollo 11 mission. Neither of those are likely to be in the basement, so I start looking for a way out.

I turn toward the hotel entrance and see that it has been replaced by a solid, slightly reflective metal plate. I try to phase through it the way I do with glass, but it feels totally solid. Unwelcome anxiety starts to creep in and I set off down a nearby hallway, hoping for an easy exit. A set of double doors at the end of the hallway takes me into a tunnel that's built of concrete blocks. I feel like I'm descending in spite of my best wishes. There's a door further down the hallway but it's one way and offers no handle.

I step through an open doorway into a dimly lit room. An unseen door closes gently behind me and now there's barely enough light to see. I hold my hands out, saying "Illuminate!" Nothing. "Illuuuuuuuuminate!" I squall, but nothing happens. Fear is growing in me, a helpless sense that there's no way out of this hotel. I try to shake that off, instead imagining that there's light coming from an unseen side tunnel... yes, I see it now.



I start crawling through this new tunnel on hands and knees, but it becomes a tighter and tighter squeeze as I move forward. There's light ahead of me, though, and I shimmy desperately forward. Anxiety begins to slip out of my control and I'm soon awake.

Dream 1: Wedding Shopping
Me And my family we are at other city (Islamabad) at my father's in law house for wedding shopping. We all went to Rawal Lake (Park) to have some fun and we spent whole day there. Then we decided to came back to Home but my younger brother and sister were not agreed. I am offering them icecream so they follow me. And Now they are happy and ready to pack up.

Dream 2: Net Cafe
Me and my brother Farhad we are at Hafizabad at net cafe and trying to take out a print from a computer. But System is doing some problem. Farhad my brother complaining to owner and changing his pc. But I still operating same system.

Dream 3: Beggar
I am sleeping at footpath in full Cold. Footpath is highly dirty with mud. My family and my one friend is also with me. Now I wake up by morning and trying to find some breakfast. I found egg, slice now we are doing breakfast while sitting on footpath.

epic proportions



It is the end of the world. and zombies have taken over the world. People are floodings through the street being litterally eaten alive. I think i am in some soft of hotel. I can hear people screaming and have heard letters of those who have survived, Aparently in order to escape you have to follow al the sighns written and the walls and avoid seeing any hands poping out of the walls. if you see any hands popening out you are dead.


i have seen hundred of people make there runs to safety, but the majority is eaten alive. they sucked through the walls and carried away from life. the time comes when it is time for me to make my run. The night before i am at church with Hayley. We have a blanket over eachother and are just sitting there talking. I thin about my family..not just my current one but my future one, what will become?

I wake up and am alone. (not in the real world but in the dream) lights are flickering and static everywhere. the building is falling appart. Across the halway i see a horde of zombies chasins a group of people into a dead end. They are not so luckey and there heads are chewed off. ISomthing touches my arm, it is a hand, I run. DOwn the halway to the right. I follow the sighns but it is hard to see them in the flickering lights and darkness. Fear takes over my body and i am no longer there, i am just running. i wonder for a moment how people made those sighns in the first place.

I enter a long hallway and all the lights are one. the sighins are all blank. i hear a pshhhhhhhhhh sound and out pops one hand from the all. i run, zombies run toward me, another hand pops from the wall, another, another, another, until there is nothing but hands on the wall reaching for me and zombies running at me. I stop running. Give in, fall into the wal..



Back to concioussness. I am at my school with mR. Sullivan. There is boxes of pizza and i start thinking about how people get food in the midst of a zombie apoccalyspe, let alone totos pizza. i go into the room and desks are scattered all over, i almost expect him to be teaching class. there are only 6 other surivors in the room. he asks me if i brought king richard II. I say no and he admonishes me. I laugh sarcastically and was like "yea that was not the 1st thing on my mind when was trying to escape from the zombies. then it dawns on me, i didnt escape, i was killed.. then why am i alive still. i raise my hand and ask mr. sullivan. he says all the questions be answered eventually

I leave the school and start thinking about hayley. how will i contact her? is she alive? i have no phone, dont know where I am, don't know how im still alive and am extremly distraight. Luckily i run into some family. My mom is over joyed to see me and so is my dad, though mell is not as excited. than i notice that we are all wearing blank purple shirts. before i can ask why, i turn to my suprise and see hayleys brother jake. it is not the current version but perhaps a younger and more innocent Jake. We begin talking, what about i have no idea, but i remember wanting to talk to him more, and not being able to reach[ that deeper level of conversation. Eventually my family with jake who is know apparently my brother are caught in thee midst of this huge parking lot. thousands of people are there in all different colored shirts.

Than i see hayley walking along in a blue shirt with her family. I scream her name out loud "Hayley HAYLEY HAYLEY: but she does not answer. I look at the ground and see acorns. I begin pelting her with acorns. She touches her hand to her head in pain but still looks very confused. I feel bad for throwing them at the same time find it kind of funny. she is walking with her friend and i keep throwing them and eventually she sees where the coming from and walks towards me. She says hello as if she is talking to a mirror. jake turns to me "she cant hear you, you have to have on a blue shirt. he takes off his shirt, and becomes a hollogram. He starts talking to the girls and mentions me to hayley. She jumps in excitment. And then he tells hayles friend to take offf her shirt, he taps me to do the same, then he instructs me to trade with her. I put on the blue shirt, and she puts on the purple shirt. her and jake go skipping off into the crowd and hayley can now see me.


she jumps into my arms. We both cry and she says she though she had lost me. As we walk away, i realize nothing matters anymore. sure the world is destroyed and the zombies nad have killed most of the population, but now im with her. I laugh and send her funny face bok images through my mind but she gets mad and replies "is this really the appropriate time for that" i send her another picture in return. she laughs. I feel warm again. the fear has melted away.

we both return to my house and no one is ther. it is our house now. i am happy again, i ask her if she wants to spend her life together she says yess. we snuggle and fall asleep
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i wake up again (still dreaming) and am in the bed hayley still asleep and into my living room and carlo and all his nephews are there. his 5 nephers are my age and we chat and then hayley comes into the room, they all stop talking to me and start talking to her. "can we have ur picture" they ask, she smiles for the camera."one more this time turn around" she puts her hands on my kitchen pantry and sticks her ass in the air, they take a picture . i grab the camera from them and see hte pic of her ass, i break the phone in half and tell theme to get the fuck out. i am extremly jealous. \\

I walk across the street minutes later and see carlos decorating his house. with a knife in hand i ask "where are your nephews" he says upstaairs and asks why. i tell him i plan to kill each one of them, cut their throats. to my suprise he laughs. "ooo are eu jealous. matt, they live the same life every day. while you have found your love and each day is filed with excitment and somthing new, these guys sit u stairs and smoke weed. thats alls they do everyday, cut there blunts open with a knife like yours and just sit up stairs andget high. they text guys not girls, girls dont want them" i turn around and am humbled. i see susie decorating and sit next to her and chat . the Tv is advertising hotels like the marriot royal for 9.99 Yes if you are alive come stay here. I laugh


I sort of lose conciousnes and wake up on a really tall tower outside overlooking the city. hayley comes out into the night and looks sad. she hands me a piece of paper and says here is your vest back. i am confused. and ask whats wrong :"i have to tell you something she say sullenly" but before she can explain, and indian kid comes outside and she brightens up and starts taling to him about a higher power moment. I wonder about what she wants to tell me,,,,,,i look out towards teh city, this must be a dream, i think. i wake up, half not wanting to take up because i want to know wha hayley said

This dream was most likely the most interesting non-lucid dream I’ve had. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but I believe I was Jet Li in a new movie or something.

There was a fighting tournament going on. It started with Military fighting first, and it was a very long tournament phase. Next, I believe I went to my house which was supposed to be my grandpa’s house. It was like the dental clinic I went to with some extra halls within it. I remember seeing a bunch of food on a table. This is when, I think, I got very hungry. I strived to find some food, and ran miles upon miles to find a store. I finally found a little old village (or something like it) and Jackie Chan started tapping my shoulder as to get my attention. We had an epic battle and he started to use some form of fighting other than Wu Shu (I remember my teacher IRL saying “What kind of style is that?!”) and defeated me. I said that I would have beaten him if he hadn’t changed his style. He told me to go home and I said “Very well then, I’ll go back home”. This phrase was said not just because I was hungry, but most definitely because I forgot some other small points in the dream that were important that lead to this loss.

On the way home, I started to slowly wake up but I didn’t want this to end. I started running home at ridiculously fast speed and I said some phrases that kind of went like this: “I’m now going back to my grandpa’s home. I’m ditching my son that lived where I’m leaving.” And then my brother told me to wake up, I ignored him. He said it again, and I woke up.

I really need to start updating my dream journal more often again... and stop being lazy about it because I'm only bothering to write down the LD I had last night and not all the other dreams from last night. >.>

Okay, so I was in this small movie theater with my family. I recognized one scene as being in a familiar location from an earlier dream that night (unfortunately, I can't remember that dream now, but I do remember it was from another dream I actually did have) and exclaimed that I recognized it from the dream I had last night. This seemed like a bit much of a coincidence, considering it was a place I'd never seen before, so I did a quick RC and counted six fingers.

"I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed. "Now, what was the task of the month... I have to-" I was about to say I had to make it snow, but I noticed that my vision was turning black-and-white. "Make everything in color!" I shouted out to the dream instead. Suddenly, everything was back in color again.

Someone (can't remember who) asked what I meant by that (or something along the lines of that), so I began to explain. Unfortunately, I was already waking up by that point. "You see, when you're lucid-" I was about to say that it's harder to keep a dream stable when you're lucid, but I realized the dream had already ended.