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Lucid? Hmmm, it wasn't good. There was something you took to help you adventure and fly around the world. I took it. Mom tried to talk me into it so she could do drugs behind my back. I saw what others had to say about it. Scary witchy stuff. I took it, flew. I saw how late it was on the digital clock. I then watched a movie (apparently it turned real in the dream), about sharks and fish stuff. In the movie, evil was taking over the world. Side note: This movie I watched, because it was apparently a very, very popular one like Forest Gump, etc. Then, a guy with a skull-like mask came out. I knew I had the witchy powers to make me do anything, and this skull guy was evil with blood on him. So, I used my witchy power stuff so I used my powers to make everything good again. I flew over the sea. i went and Mom told me I was screaming and woke me up. FAKE! I woke up in the dream, not real life. I had way more than one sleep paralysis event though. I tried to wake up, once I knew I was dreaming, and I woke up and could not move. My heart made like a weird vibrating thing. I couldn't stop it, I put a bible under my pillow. BIG help! Also, in the dream there was a candle that I put a sticker on it. It ripped as I tore it off. It was Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Then, with my witchy powers I flew into the room (my grandma's) and looked for spells. o.O I then woke up. I told myself I'd know I was dreaming if I see the same stuff again. I fell asleep, again. I knew I was dreaming, but I also knew I was in a nightmare. So, I screamed really loudly as I saw this guy with black hair trying to help me with my powers. (How is that even scary??) I entered sleep paralysis again. Of course! I screamed really loud as I knew I was awake and saw myself fly over the sea once more. Mom woke me up, she heard me scream. I told her this. ^
Nightmare II
This was, pretty cool actually. Stephanie, Lulu, and I were in a machine thing at my step-dad's house. Next door is a preacher lady (crazy) named Kathy. She is nuts!! When we were in the robot machine, we saw people fly out of the house, and me and Stephanie laughed. Another one went flying off the top of the house and landed straight to the ground. They were dying, but we didn't care as we continued laughing. I got the window seat, and it was entertaining. "What are they doing, why?" I thought. "Wanna switch?" I questioned Stephanie as she said yes. She switches seats, looked and we switched back. Then, there was like an explosion, killing almost all of mankind. The world was nearly empty. I moved from the spot I already was b/c the explosion moved me, I was unharmed, though. I got up, remembering people I saw lived. I went by Tony's street. 50 Cent was there mowing the lawn. He said I was brave for going to that house. I went through a forest-like thing and saw a few people. Then, I went to explore Mrs. Kathy's house. I wanted to see what killed them. I found a phone and called 911, but it was so screwed up, when I dialed it, it said E 4. It was busted -___- I crawled up the cave in their house, that leaded to the parachute thing that shot people there. I saw skulls. They looked like toys. I picked one up and observed it. I looked for a made in China sign on it, but no luck. (I am TERRIFIED of skulls, and since they represented real ones I'm surprised I did not scream.) When I picked them up, much like this dream they were very, very vivid. Once I made it to the top, I saw where people were falling from. I was about to go through it, but I didn't feel like dying. Note: When I climbed near the cave on the ground, a news reporter in the backround from an unknown source said: "People have been tricking locals into coming in their house for a parachute ride. Many people killed, almost no human life left. If you know ANYONE still out there, you must find them NOW!" I was brave in this.
Side Note: I was wearing a purple Monster High shirt, and I found huge, plastic purple earrings on the floor in the witchy dream. They are purple skulls with bows on them. I put them on and Stephanie said they were cute. Also, I had a dream where I was in a yellow shirt, and a certian thing got bigger. Strange.

black background with purple wisps. i see two wings made of shattered mirror shards. i cannot see what is reflected in each shard bit each one shows something different. I can see clearly what only one shows. there is a grassy mountain side. the wingtips appear to be sharpened to a point. a point so sharp it is almost weapon like. on the highest point of the wings there appears to be a glass stone one like the flint on the Qurupeco's wings in monster hunter tri

Jan. 12-13*
I dreamed at was at work. We ha our corporate officials come in to inspect our store and grade us on our performance and how good our store looked. The lead person in charge was a lady that was a little bigger...which is odd because in waking life the person in charge is a slinder man. I messed up just a little in the begining of the dream and did something out of place. Later on though I began to gain favor with the people in harge as they checked out our store. I was a very nerve racking experience in my dream. I don't very well remember most of the dream just those highlighted parts. *

1/13/11

1- Failed Planning
I have gone to take the SAT, and for some strange reason Mitchell, my friend's ex-obsessionboyfriend, is with me. He is supposed to be taking the test, too, and my mother is going to pay the fee for him. However, his name does not seem to be on the list. "Can't you just print him off an answer document?" My mom asks the lady.

"Did you even sign up for this, or were you just planning to take it on a whim?" I ask Mitchell in annoyance.

"Sign up?"

I try to explain to my mother that he didn't sign up and that no, they CAN'T just print off an answer document because the College Board deals with that and they would need all of his information. She refuses to listen to me and keeps arguing. I glare at Mitchell, who still does not appear to know what's going on.

Later, he has somehow angered a mob of crazed tourists. I learn that there is some sort of zombie virus outbreak, and that he has tricked the tourists into giving them these tickets that are used to gain passage into a zombie free zone. I snatch the tickets away from him after I chase off the mob. "Why did you take all these in the first place?"

"I needed them for autographs!" Oh my god, what an idiot, I think in disgust.

"Autographs? What the hell are you talking about?" I notice that all of the tickets have the initials RL scrawled on the back of them.

((Also, it seemed like Samael was involved in the whole ordeal, but I can't remember how.))

2- Street Punks
I am riding the school bus, and for some reason my dad is sharing the seat with me and this other girl. She asks my dad why he's coming to school with me. I suddenly wonder the same. What in the world is he doing on the bus? Without learning the answer, we arrive at school and I wander down the hallway. What class am I supposed to go to...? Something is wrong with my memory. I end up at my AP United States History class. "Oh yeah, I have APUSH first period," I remind myself.

But where is all my stuff? Is it in my locker? I go to my locker and find that someone else's stuff is there. "Did we have a locker change again?" I ask a nearby student.

"Yeah, it's really annoying when they do that. Should have waited 'till the next semester."

I remember that my alternate locker number is on my schedule... which is in my locker. Great. ((BTW, there is no such thing as a locker change or an alternate locker number. Yet another false memory.))

I go to the office and find a bunch of band students playing jingle bells very unenthusiastically to a tall, official looking lady. They finish as I enter the room, and she claps happily. I hesitantly approach the lady. "Um, I don't know if you're the right person to ask for this... What is my new locker number?"

"You're number 18," she says cheerily, without even looking at a list. "I placed you myself. See, we try to position everyone based on their abilities."

"Okay... 18. Thanks." How does she know who I am? What abilities? I mull the question over and walk out the wrong door. I get it right on my second try. "Great," I say to myself, embarrassed, "I definitely have 'special' abilities, alright."

At that point I "wake up" in my car, pouring sweat. Ugh it's so hot in here... I look around and note that I'm in the student parking lot. Weird... I don't think we even have school today. Was I sleep driving? I'd better call my mom and let her know where....

My thoughts trail off as I RC and become lucid. All worries assuaged, I observe my surroundings. It is sunny, and though the parking lot is empty, there are people walking everywhere. I happily get out of the car and decide to go on a walk. No telling what might develop along the way.

It isn't long before I come upon a gang of boys who are playing with a yoyo. The youngest (who is about 10) accidentally slams it on the ground and breaks it. "Oh no," he moans. "If Carlos finds out about this, he'll kill all of us." I notice what is in my hand at the same time they do. One of those rubber yoyo's with the flashing lights inside of it. Well, then...

I break into a run, and they all jump on motorcycles and come after me. I'm fast, but they're faster. I make it to a bridge several miles from my house before they catch up with me. Well, I gave them a chance. They chose not to take it.

With an evil grin, I leap into the air just before the bikes would have run me over. They skid to a halt and glare up at me, unfazed by my unnatural performance. I am suddenly hurdling through the air directly at the largest gang member. My foot slams into his chest with enough force to knock him off the bridge to his death. NOW they look appropriately frightened. I make short work of the others. Now only the youngest is left. I do not intend to kill him at first, but then he holds one of his dead comrades in front of him as a shield. This angers me. "Stupid street punk!" I yell as I beat the life out of him.

3- Playing with Energy
I am listening in to the Elders' meeting without their knowledge.

"What? The youngest son of the Uria clan has run off?"

"He is a disgrace to his family."

"What of the eldest?"

"Her position in this matter is unknown. When asked about it, she merely said, 'These things happen.'"

I roll my eyes and place the headphones back on the table. Stupid old bags. Is it really so difficult to understand why my brother ran off?

My uncle walks in the room, and I look as innocent and meek as possible as he goes into his usual speech of upholding the family values, blah blah blah, and I'd better not end up like my "wretch of a brother."

At this point, I RC and become lucid, exiting the role of this Uria character.

I go to the back door and walk outside, thinking about the Queen (yet again) and wondering if I should try to contact her. I am still contemplating this when I look up and notice Sadie sitting nearby with two other cats. One of them seems to be massaging the other's shoulders. At first they look similar to cats I'd previously owned, but then they change slightly and I no longer recognize them.

The one who had been getting the massage runs over to me and bites my hand affectionately. I pet her and ask her what her name is. No answer. "Come on, you can tell me." She still doesn't answer. I look at her black and white companion. "Hey, cat. I know that's not your name, so speak and tell me what it is." No answer. "Sadie?" Sadie turns up her tail and ignores me. "Hmph. Fine, be that way." I ask the cat that I'm petting one more time what her name is, and I hear my stepdad's voice behind me say "Betty."

"Betty?"

"Yeah, that's her name."

He and my brother walk up and start horseplaying. I notice that whenever my brother goes to throw a punch, I can see his energy fly from his hand and hit Chris before the physical impact. "That's interesting," I say. Chris takes some of Steven's energy in his hand and forms it into a ball, then throws it at me. "Ow!" That really hurt. He throws another one, but this time I catch it and examine it closely. I let my own energy flow into it; the ball goes from being clear to swirling with black and purple energy. "Interesting," I say again. I throw the ball at Chris. At first it sticks to my hand and absorbs back into me, but I make a new ball of my own and throw it. I have terrible aim; it lands several feet away and creates a mini explosion.

I notice it's getting dark out, which is a good indication that the dream is getting unstable. I wake up before I can do anything about it.

4- Canoeing
I am watching from above as PJ and a few other people are canoeing in a beautiful wide river surrounded by an evergreen forest. The dream tells me that this is in Detroit, Michigan or maybe Delaware, I can't remember which. I know it started with a D.

In which I fail to stay lucid...

I'm cleaing out my closet and I come across a box of books. I open the first book I see and try to read a page. The words are all real words and they follow a basic sense of English grammar, but they don't make any sense. It said something very similar (maybe not exactly) to this:

The numerous trawling sofas affix zealots in the blind.

I leaned back, touched by the poetry of the words. How pretty "affix zealots in the blind" sounds! Then I started to wonder at the meaning and realized that I didn't actually understand the line. I looked at it again, but this time it said (again, close but not exactly):

Battered and flourescent utilities of ionic compounds lull banners.

I thought that maybe they were talking about the properties of ionic compounds and the banners of zealots. It didn't seem as pretty this time, and I was aware that the words had changed. Some of the phrases kept repeating over and over again in my mind, especially the "affix zealots in the blind" part and the "utilities of ionic compounds" part. I kept hearing them, loud, and finally realized that it wasn't my poor reading skills- these words simply did not make sense.

I realized I was dreaming. I got very excited and stood up to do a reality check. Instead of pinching my nose or rubbing my hands (which is really what I'm supposed to do), I walked over to my window and opened the blinds. I could see my bird feeders and bird bath, but the image was frozen. All the birds were still frolicking and eating, but they were frozen as if in a picture. There was a hawk frozen in mid-flight.

I'm dreaming! I thought excitedly. Then I woke up.

NOTES

Meet on the Moon. Tigress, MoSh, Raven.

We go into my room in the astral. There is an astral demon that attacks Tigress. She absorbs it, and says she's going to keep it in her inner world.

We see Selene.

Selene says it was she who I saw in waking life, just the corner of her robe flitting as I woke up the night before. She attacked the demon.

I am in a drugstore.

A scantily clad woman with too much make up walks past promoting some alcoholic drink. A bunch of men ogle her. I roll my eyes and ignore her. Some other women come in with her.

One is annoyed that they are not getting attention from me. She throws a scarf or on me.

"Get that shit off me," I jokingly snap.

Two women come to me, and touch me, trying to sell me their drink. "I really don't give a shit about your drink."

They playfully kiss me, and I chuckle to myself.

Dreamed I was on a boat (That I didn't start singing I'm on a boat probably shuold have been a major tipoff that I was dreaming.) Anyway, this boat had a cannon. I explained to my little brother (probably incorrectly) that if a ships cannon was off center, it could tear the whole boat apart. It then began snowing. I pulled an umbrella out of somewhere, and used it to shield myself from the wind, sort of kneeling down as I did so. My little brother asserted that I should run into the wind to avoid getting snowed on, but I defended that no, this was the best way to stay dry. Then, I heard my phone make the noise it makes to notify me that I have an email, and I searched both my pockets for it. They were empty, and that's when I woke up, and realized my phone was about two feet from me, on it's charger.

I'm not disappointed I didn't achieve lucidity. I've done it once or twice before, but I'm out of practice, and besides, when I did it before, I never really remembered, because I wasn't really keeping a Dream Journal of any sort at the time.

Does an RC using his clock. Yep, this is real.

I'm at a revival-meeting-type gathering and it's unclear whether they're Christians, Wiccans, or a melange of both. It's about to be my turn to get up onstage to be "read". I get a choice of lotto-game-type cards to choose from and I choose the purple one. The woman holding the meeting looks at it and says, "Forget it. You're lost. You're headed for destruction and there's no way to save you." I assume she's about to heal me from this horrible destiny, so I get up onto the podium, and then she trips and falls. She looks back and blames me as if I've made it happen. She orders me off the stage. There is also someone calling out that I use cards, which they call by some kind of T-word like "trock" (can't remember), and I say, "You mean tarot?" Everybody in the congregation gasps and looks at me as though I were the devil himself. They start to stare at me with hate in their eyes that forces me off the stage.

It's clear that I'm going to get no healing here, so I wander around the audience looking for someone who might help me. I run into an old psychology colleague who used to be a baseball coach and who is a no-nonsense wise man. He tells me this is all b------t and that they're using me to try to sell psychic readings. They know I'll see through their tactics, so they're marginalizing me to their public to try to make an example of me. I run across an acolyte, a heavy and sweet-faced woman in her 30s or 40s, with a braid of long hair down to her waist. She smiles at me and says she'll help me, but then when she walks past, her hair is jerked back as if I'd pulled it, and she falls. She blames me and everybody sees it.

I leave, convinced I'm doomed, and I come across a table full of lotto-type tickets where you pull a paper out of a paper sleeve, like in a children's book where you pull a tab and the horse's tail wags. I pick purple again as my favourite colour, and it says, "You may as well forget it. You're lost. You know how a condemned man's last meal is whatever he wants? Go do whatever you want. Have a blast for your last couple months of life on Earth." It goes on to say that some of the signs of the end days are that fruit will turn to dust. Every fruit I find turns to dust in my hands. Frantically, I start picking other colours. Pink says I may have some hope, but if I've picked purple already I'm hopelessly lost. Green finally says I have some hope - it's a deep forest green. I know bystanders are looking at me as if I'm nuts.

I wake up with a headache. It takes me a few minutes to convince myself it was only a dream.

But was it?

I had asked God and my guardian angel, and any other angels who wanted to help me, to be with me in my dreams. Is this their message to me??

If anyone has a possible alternative answer and cares to comment on this, please do. I will say that I've been going through a Major Depressive Episode (partly related to Cymbalta withdrawal) after a very difficult Christmas with my family, and I posted last night on another forum about how angry I was over past abusive treatment. I've always felt terrified of being angry with my parents or sisters, and last night I wrote out how angry I was and faced the possibility of being cut off from them in my mind. I actually did write in the post that I "might not even go to hell for this". Briefly, I got physically roughed up on Christmas Day by one of my sisters while I was in the middle of a near-catatonic depressive episode, and a lot of past abuse issues have been coming up for me. It's always felt very dangerous to let it make me angry, because I'd lose my family, be cut off, and possibly go to hell for disobeying the honour-thy-parents commandment. I'd certainly be cut off in life, suddenly without a family - even a sometimes abusive family being a safer feeling than none at all. Hate your famliy, and you're alone in an uncaring world.

But it does bother me that I made a specific request (and had made that request repeatedly) to God and the angels to be with me during my dreams, and not only are they still nightmares, but I've now had one essentially saying that I'm a lost cause and they're going to throw me into Hell. What?!?!

My dreams were long and vivid and I spent awhile in hypnagogia, flying down suburban streets with old dilapidated houses. But my dream recall upon waking lately has been awful for some reason, even though I spend time recalling my dreams just after having them to insure better recall upon waking. For some reason I keep forgetting anyway.

The first dream I really remember involved a classroom situation. We were in lab, but it was several times larger than a normal lab. Somehow I managed to break some glassware and a piece of glass got lodged in the cuticle of my right hand. I remember walking around the classroom with my middle finger covered in blood, and for some reason I wasn't doing anything about it. I remember using tweezers to extract the glass chunks from the nail bed, and after wards there were chunks missing from my finger. It was actually rather gruesome and I remember thinking how unfortunate it was that I was going to have this ugly damaged finger forever.

I went over to a sink to rinse off the blood and when I turned the faucet instead of water this thick yellow vapor sprayed out into the room. It was a caustic, noxious gas...and I remember thinking something in my head about sulfuric chloride gas, although I was obviously getting mixed up between sulfuric and hydrochloric acid. Anyways, this gas set off some sort of alarm and caused everyone's faucets to start emitting this same gas like some kind of chain reaction. People were dropping and like flies and the professor was trying to evacuate everyone. I just remember feeling really stupid because I had caused it to happen, but I was just trying to escape the gas as well which I could feel burning my eyes and lungs.

The dream sort of transitioned into this other dream involving, once again, the guy from Ink for some reason. Except in this dream he was actually my cousin's ex husband. Thinking about it now, I can sort of see the similarity between the two and can understand how my mind might have connected them. In the dream he was this important executive running some advertising company, and he had asked for my help in doing some design work for him. I remember hearing his voice, just like the guy from the movie, and it was so calm and soothing...and somehow also seductive. There was a lot going on in this dream, but it gets pretty mixed up. My cousin and sister were there at some point. At another point me and him were in my old dorm room having sex and I remember feeling guilty because somehow in the dream he was still married to my cousin. Even though he told me they were divorced. Anyways...typical weird dream. Wish I could recall better.

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[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) I'm taking exams. I'm surprised to have a US History one, since I don't take US History this year. Also, I'm thrilled to see that in the Math one you don't have to do anything - just write your name and play a little mini-game!

2) continuation of 1? It's nighttime when I go outside into the school parking lot. I get on my skateboard and am ready to go home, but I see my dad's car waiting for me. I enter the car, but tell him to stop because I forgot to take my French exam. I exit the car, but NBA stops me to tell me the class president, Ryan Macfarlane, has died. I know he means RM, because there is no Ryan Macfarlane in our grade. Also, I tell him that the class president is BM. NBA is wrong, so I go inside to take my French exam. The teacher (Mr. I????????) allows me to take it late, and Mrs. P confirms that I have permission to do so.

3) I'm having sex with an attractive brunette. We change positions. We're in the threshold of a cave on a Minecraft map?[/COLOR][/INDENT]

Just read how to WILD before going to bed at 1:00. Set alarm for 6:00 to WILD, but just fell back asleep. Woke up at 9:20, decided to give it a go . . .

Relaxed and watched the blackness, felt/heard a buzzing. When the buzzing stopped, I opened my eyes. I took a quick glance at my hands, six fingers a piece per usual (in this world anyways); I knew I was dreaming. I got out of my loft bed and went down some stairs to the ground level, where I saw a mirror on the wall. I tried to crawl through the mirror, but without success. So I walked outside. I was in my Ohio neighborhood. I decided that I wanted to head to a warm coastal location (which in my dream land is usually located to the South. As I leisurely ran south, I found myself downtown and where there were quite a few tanks (too many video games). I jumped onto one, ran around another and decided to run east as there only seemed to be more battle in the south. Next, I found myself driving a sports car on a highway, and then into a suburban area. I got out and began walking again, saw a few people, and woke up.

It was lots of fun, and I look forward to trying it again tonight! This is the first time I ever had a WILD, and the 5 step plan helped a lot!

Very short dream about one word. The word was 'hune' but the 'h' was backwards.

Dream - Lucid

I MILDed again!

I just used my mantra of "I will become lucid" and also said "I will reality check" a couple of times. Yay! I'm glad I found a method that works. Thanks, Matte!

I was at my house. Some mini leprechaun guy, I think it was supposed to be a guy I know in waking life named Jonni, killed my friend/coworker Virginia in her sleep at her apartment. He was very smart, so there's no way she or anyone could elude him, even if the attack was known about in advance. I was terrified this would happen to me, and my parents were at a movie. I was home alone, and it was getting late. I tried to call my mom and she said they'd be home soon. I fell asleep and woke up quite a few times, each time with a wave of terror upon waking. I called my mom a few more times. I fell asleep and woke up again, and my mom was home, working in her office. It was midnight. I went over to her and told her how scared I was. She seemed annoyed and told me she could just give me a Xanax and lay there with me until I fell asleep, but she truthfully hated doing that for my dad. She said if I didn't fall asleep, she wouldn't do it. I got excited and told her I promised I'd fall asleep. I thought to myself even if I didn't fall asleep, I could pretend so she wouldn't leave.

~

I had another dream, but I swore I'd remember it and didn't write it down. Guess what? I forgot it. I fell asleep and woke up again, and decided to MILD. I did my mantras until I fell asleep.

~

I was in an episode of Family Guy. The story was about how one of the characters met his wife. It wasn't a very funny episode though. We were on a bus going to basic training for the military. I was sitting with a younger version of Peter. He pulled out a bag of pot mixed with cocaine, and said we could just do the coke off our fingers. I really didn't want to do that. He had just pulled it out, opened it, and stared at it for awhile.

We got to basic training. It was nighttime outside. We walked through the grass to a screened-in shed that had many seats in front of a stage-type thing with a podium on it for a speaker. We were supposed to listen to someone talk, but they weren't there yet. I smoked a cigarette with Peter. We saw the girl that one of the characters was supposed to meet. She was a cartoon with long, brown, wavy hair and she was dressed all in blue. She smiled flirtatiously as she flipped her hair. Peter's voice came on in the background to say something like "And there she was.".

The speaker finally came, a big black woman, and we all sat in the chairs. We listened to her talk, and she told us that we had to get up at 5 A.M. every day because one of the people in charge had to get up that early. I thought that was a little ridiculous, but it was the military, so I didn't argue. We were dismissed. I took Peter's hand and he offered me a cigarette. I took one, and he lit mine off of his. We walked past this little area where there were big rocks surrounding a tree in a semi circle. Morrie from Tuesdays With Morrie was there, all cartoonified. Him and Peter made some sort of joke, and we kept walking. We went into another little screened-in shed. There was a big banner lying on a table to welcome us. A big rainbow appeared on the banner. I thought it was very sarcastic sounding, since it was welcoming us to the military.

Wait what? Rainbows don't just appear on banners. I was dreaming! I knew the dream was almost over, but I examined my hands anyway to induce clarity. Things kept fading, but I finally stabilized them a bit. I did an RC. There was a chalkboard/marker board in the room. It had an orange spiral drawn on it with text inside of it. There were little stick people drawn off to the side. I glanced away and looked back. The text had changed, and the spiral was smaller. I floated up through the ceiling and ended up inside my family's bonus room. I could feel that I was going to wake up any minute, so I quickly thought of something I could do in a short amount of time. I decided to fly through space, if only for a minute. I took off through the ceiling and I was in space! It was beautiful. There were purpleish-blue stars everywhere, and I saw an orange galaxy off in the distance. It was amazing. It only lasted a few seconds though, before it started to fade to black.

"Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing."
Anonymous

I was at my school, and I was carrying my baby cousin. She was having a fit and completely freaking out, so I put her in her stroller.
Time skip.
I was in a hallway at the school, and my mother was there. She told me to go outside to the car to assist my father with carrying some things. I had my sweater on, so I knew I'd be warm enough. I walked over to the doors and was about to go outside to the parking lot, when I realized that I didn't have my shoes. I went back to where my mother was to get them, but she began to scold me for not helping, claiming that everything had been brought inside already. I angrily put on my shoes and went outside. I jumped on the ground and slid on the ice on my belly. It was jolly good fun, but I stopped because I didn't want to dirty my sweater.
I walked over to the car where my father was working on his computer. I began talking to him though the window.
"Can I help carry anything?" I asked. I noticed some gross-looking bugs on the outside of the car.
"Everything has been brought in except a couple things that Ill get."
"I'll carry them."
"Why?"
"Well, because I didn't help out earlier and I desired to make reparations for my lack of assistance, and THAT BUG IS CREEPING ME OUT!"
On the car was an ant and a "tomato spider," as I called it (see image below). They both had a bunch of little white grub-like things attached to them, parasites I expected. The ant was big, but worse was the tomato spider. It had a gross red body and long legs, and a fuzzy tail. It fell off the car and I jumped back. I began to stomp on it, but every time I tried to kill it, it didn't die. I stomped again and again, but it still lived.
I went into panic mode. I was freaking out. I hate bugs, and they are one of my biggest fears. I began to flail, and I almost hit a nice young lady in my panic. My father kept telling me to calm down, but I just couldn't. Now while that damn spider still lived. I stomped again, and again, and again. Finally, I threw a napkin on it and stomped again. Finally, I woke up.
This one scared the feces out of me. I am so afraid of bugs, for no reason. I think this one counted as more of a nightmare than the last one, because while roaches are just gross, big red spiders are frightening.

This thing is awful. Actual size.