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So, I was going to a wedding, I was walking in, almost there...and, DUMBLY enough, I couldn't recall whose wedding it was . There were two possibilities: my parent's wedding. In my dream and my dream only, my parents were divorced, and wanted to get back together. My mom and dad showed up, and she mentioned that even if they were still divorced, they'd both live in the same house we have now .

Now, in my dream there is this guy of about 12 that has to travel to different places to fight crime, or get something, IDK! I think we're close friends, even though I'm 16. Well, he has some kind of a signal that he has to go, so he does. Then, when he's back, what he shows me is a future copy of Reader's Digest . Aparently the place he traveled to was sometime in the future. Then, he said he wanted me to come with, so I could see it. So I did, and I think my dad was in the background of it all...

We're there, and I suppose we're just outside...it's a rather nice, sunny day, very green greenery! Oddly enough, it looked as if we went one way, we'd fall off , but my dream didn't pay any attention to that. Well, I'm standing with the guy and he had his simself out, and I was going to put mine up, but he was nervous our simselves would be romantic towards each other...I then put it out, telling him that teen sims can't flirt with the kids! My simself didn't look like me, LOL! I had on pink, I think, shorts, blonde hair still, and those EA pigtails without the ribbon. Then, we just went walking as if we never even had those simselves . I noticed that there was a small carnival in front of us, so we waited in one of the lines. This one was for a ride with seats, it's round, and it goes around and around...it's not what you're thinking of . So, we're waiting in line and there is this annoying chubby dude in line by us. Well, he shows me the copy of the Reader's Digest, and then we're on the ride, I'm in one of the seats. He points out a guy in a suit with some sash on, and says that I am as old of him-when I am in this future. So, I did the "math" and we were 8 years in the future. , I found no point in reading that edition if I'd read it in the future! So, the dorky me checked that this is the same "space time continum (sp?)" and he said it was. Then I mentioned how in sims, since we "were" in sims, that we'd, 8 years in the future, have carnivals in them . I remember that when the chubby dude got on next to me, we sank, while my dad accross was up high! So this ride was LIKE a giant comfy disk with seats-all attatched.

This is from a two nights ago. I didn't have access to a computer so I am just now recording it (took place on 7.18.10)

I remember starting non-lucid but somehow knowing that I was dreaming (first time i've done this!), I was in a kitchen and there was some suspicious looking chef. Anyhow, I knew that I had to do a reality check. I looked at the time on my watch, and then looked away, before looking back (as advised on DV). The time had changed! So It was at that point that I knew for sure I was dreaming. I was lucid! For two whole seconds And then I got so excited that I woke up. It's a start though. Definitely progress.

These Dreams are very patchy and not atall clear, the first two are more notes on what i rememberd. The third dream was after i used the WBTB method and is much better recorded.

Dream 1: Buildings tall, like skyscrapers, flying between them. Suspended in mid air, chainsaw, Going down.

Dream 2: Sliding down a water park, all wearing matching suits in a city enviroment.

Dream 3: In a friends house (lewis) in front of his computer with metal figurines, one was called F#<k It , another had a very round head a squinty eyes. There was a a toilet and i came down the stairs, to find something was stolen, something to do with riding zebras. I gathered loads of items off the floor and put them out on the desk, detective style.

Another very random thing pooped up in the last dream it was this: "so this friend is she a friend or more?" "more im taking her to dinner and then she will teach you how to deliver your baby" this was spoken in my dream by the Adam and Jane of the BT adverts on TV.

Im thinking maybe going down is a dream sign for me as it featured in all off the dreams in some way. Any thoughts or comments would be appreciated.

In most of my dreams I normally start in my room or on the hill near my house. However, there are sometimes small differences like a once there were support beams on the hill.

Anyway, one dream I started in my room and walked down the stairs I was more aware of surroundings as I went. I met a girl with dark brown hair I knew somehow she was different, she was not a dream person nor was she another dreamer; she was a spirit. I took her to the kitchen and told her that I was not in spirit form but in dream form and asked her what would happen if anyone found out. She said "they will try to make your life end sooner than it should" and I said " oh, I see" meanwhile thinking that she just confirmed my worst fears. Also when the girl told me the statement she seemed to leave out details as if trying to protect me.

I was looking for a gun in a home I was staying in, but the bed and the furniture were outside, as if the home had no walls or ceilings yet I was still considering it a home. I told the person that I was with that although we look down on guns, they are needed for home security and I had an impending feeling that something was going to happen where I needed one. I eventually found one behind the bed though it was a BB gun and I knew that I would not be able to stop whatever was coming.

[at this point i woke up and went back to sleep]

i was in a very run down building which looked like an old auto parts warehouse. there was a fence along the front yard with many spider webs in it that were very very large. the spiders on the webs were bigger than i am and in a multitude of colors. the man I was with said he was my father, though he looked nothing like my father and I looked nothing like myself. I helped him put all the trash from his small rundown house into a pile which he lit on fire. We then walked down the street to a small store and bought a six pack of beer. On the way back we passed a group of men sitting out front and he told them quietly that he was my son. They looked at me and smirked, all looked dirty and the way that 'trailer park trash' people are portrayed. We walked past them and next door were two muscular black men arguing with a black woman, in front of what appeared to be a small aircraft hanger, though inside were sleeping bags and it looked like they were camping out. I got the unmistakeable feeling that they were some kind of voodoo religion. We passed them and walked through the yard and my mother, who did not look anything like my actual mother, came out and said we had to leave. Her and my 'father' started to argue and he started pulling her hair and off her clothes. She was resisting and very distraught and they ended up going into the area with the rusted car parts. I got the feeling that he was going to rape her so I looked around for something to stop him with. I found a large wrench and tried to sneak around, waiting so that he would not see me. At this point I was almost experiencing this out of body. It was hard for me to get to a place where I could do something and not be seen and as I was realizing this she picked up a weapon and started hitting him with it, though I could not see what damage she was doing as my vision was blocked. I then saw his hand reach out and grab the weapon and he came into view, then with a cold distant look in his eyes he started to hit her on the back of the head. I ran and jumped into his car which I then drove down the road. At this point I was seeing this from a third perspective as well as seeing it through the eyes of the boy I was supposed to be. I was driving down the road and not doing too well a job of it, hitting other cars and going off road, as if I was too young to have learned how to drive. Then I awoke.

The person I was in the dream was not me, nor the mother and father as mine, and the area did not look familiar to my waking life. The only thing that was familiar to me was that I have had this dream before, yet without the rape and murder of my 'mother'. I am not sure if I just do not remember that part, but as I was walking to the store and cleaning out his house, I remember feeling, in the dream, that this was not my first time there. When I awoke I vaguely remember certain instances, like getting the beer, happening in a dream I have had before.
This isn't the first time that I have had the same dream more than once with different outcomes.

[Nasty habit I'm developing, writing down dreams RIGHT before sleeping again after sleep deprivation. Kills all recall..]

I am in my NY house. I think we are back there for the summer again. There is this rabbit identical to Zooni behind the TV. We don't know how it got there or anything, but I pet it and befriend it. It disappears after a bit. I feel anxious. There is also a puppy in the house, yapping around like annoying little puppies do. I feel intense fear; I think the puppy's going to attack th bunny. I see it woofing towards the bunny and I immediately pick it up and shield it. My mom asks me what I want to do with the bunny. There will be no one to take care of her when I leave for uni, but at the same time I've grown too fond of this bunny in the day or so that she's been at my house. I'm town, the thought of letting her go is so saddening.. I fear that she'll end up in a crappy household and get abused. But I can't leave her at the mercy of my family members. Guilt overcomes me and it's sickening familiarity disturbs me yet again.

I had another "escape" dream, I don't know why. I have these ever so often, and they all have such weird vividness attached to them.

I'm in my VA house and hiking around my bedroom. I know that tonight is the night I run away. I try to gather things I will need. As the dream starts i feel anxious to just get out, but then I slow down and be practical about it. I peer in the fridge and debate bringing food. Then I give up the idea, just grab crackers and water. I shove necessary things into a small backpack and then just throw all my cash into the backpack. I can't be carrying heavy loads. I leave quickly out the door. I start running. that familiar feeling overcomes me, the knowledge that as soon as I leave the house and start running my family will spot and run after me. All will be lost. I sprint into the lawn from the gravel road, and I think about how I can't give up because I'm doing this for my brother. (Apparently the purpose of the running away was to make sure an operation happens to my brother.) I feel anxious and disturbed. Every detail of running into the woods is clear. I can smell the grass, feel the humidity on my skin, the backpack flapping against my back. It is just the beginning of night.. I come across a weird little cabin where pig-human-creatures reside. They invite me in or something, I don't know, somehow I am there having dinner with them. I am spending the night there for safety, but it makes no sense because my parents are there too. This is weird because of their extreme aversion to pigs. We sit at this really small table and I recall their squiggly tails and all. It's fucking disturbing, don't ask me why. Just the fact that they're pigs talking and acting like humans I suppose. A little fire is going on somewhere. It's so small. I feel claustrophobic. I need to get out to find my brother. We are now going to retire to bed, and I see my father in the doorway. He tells me not to worry about the strange appearance of the cabin. I see a very recognizable face of a man but I forget who it was.. He'sin one of the rooms and we quickly glance at each other while I pass through a maze to the bedroom.

That's all. I need to stop being a lazy ass and put my pen + notebook back on to my bed.

lol there was so many plot changes in this one. it starts at home, apparently my family owns three husky, sledding type dogs. two of them has names are the same as the dogs that we do own IRL. somehow, my sister was responsible for letting all three of them get kidnapped by a group of bad dogs lol. the two had just come back, except the third one, whos name was named after one of our cats, i think the dog was a girl. anyway, i put the dogs in their cages for safe keeping. then i see my sister outside with another person, walking towards the door. this is all at night time, just for reference. she walks in empty handed and i blame her again, i think. then, this dog comes in from the kitchen, and starts talking to us or something. i put my foot down and yell "NO ONE IS TOUCHING MY DOGS EVER AGAIN!!!!", which made the dog step back a lot. but then the dog started summoning his master, which apparently is a giant dog lol, i never got to see it. my sister then gets up to go back outside and search for the last dog again. the person with her doesn't, he stays. i say "im goin to help her!!" and i go outside. then, after a small memory gap, the scenery changes, its still night time though. im next to a building, and im in front of a girl, who im trying to help. im pretty sure it's not my sister anymore, not sure if it was her in the first place. i tell her that im going to help her and she reluctantly agrees. she then pull off this ninja move to get across this ditch type thing. ill make a picture, here:
there were these white, glowing rocks on the edges of the ditch, making a zig-zag pattern. she jumped from one to the other really fast, just like a ninja lol. then i did the same thing, but in smaller jumps, and i didn't hit the rocks every time, i hit the dirt mostly . there was also this metal box thing, like an electrical type box. then, we get to this weird fence area. next to the fence is a tower of sorts, its just a metal and glass box, supported by metal legs. it also had a trampoline underneath it lol. then the girl turned into Sean Connery (wtf?), and started climbing the fence, telling me to follow him in his sean connery voice. i started climbing the fence, thinking it had barbed wire at the top, but it didnt, just a metal fence. when we got to the top, the fence started bending, a lot, like it had no side support at the top. i was like, "i cant do this!!!" and grabbed the ledge to my left, which was connected to the box tower thing. sean connery was very disappointed in me lol. i shuffled on the ledge, so that i would be under the trampoline if i fell. i did, and i hit the trampoline, but when i did, sean yelled something really loud and pertaining to the plot i think. i remembered hearing it before, like deja vu or something. then the entire plot went all screwy. i was in movie camera vision, looking at a giant crowd, like HUGE stadium. they were all there to watch a play version of harry potter lol. they were in a dramatic scene, and i saw this dude in a mechanical chair-crane thing, to support him very high up, the entire play was in mid-air. he was playing the mother, who actually sounded like a woman. she/he said something very dramatic, then i remember thinking, "thats the guy im looking for!!!" thats it.

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Notes: This dream was very long, but it was really fragmented.

I was in 3rd person mode, except, I wasn't there. I was looking at the dream like a TV, I guess. The dream opened on a guy standing in an alleyway beside my mom's house, where the garage is supposed to be.

He (let's call him Alex) saw a dead possum, or the carcass of it, picked it up, and ate it. Yuck. He walked back around the house to find a party going on. (Several parties were going on, actually) Alex was confused as to where he was, but he wasn't stupid. A girl walked up to him and told him something. I can't remember what she told him.

After she walked away, another person just like Alex walked up to him and told Alex to go catch him a possum. Alex said sure because he was delighted (and he would get a few snacks on the way). Alex then walked back to the alleyway, and peeked around the corner. The girl and her friends were sitting there, so he decided to walk away.

Alex walked down the street to the last house. He bumped into a woman who was getting into her car. "Sorry." he said. "That's okay, sweetie." She replied. She drove her car away. As Alex looked up more, he saw a giant pink thing similar to the St. Louis Arch. But much, much smaller. He walked around the corner on the left side and to his surprise found another house with a party going on. He just ignored it and went on down the road.

After a couple of minutes, he arrived at a boring business looking house. There was a small park beside it, and Alex found himself looking for squirrels. I can't remember what happened next; I must've woken up.

19.07.2010

Zombies and an Evil Witch Girl?! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was really long. It may have been two seperate dreams, yet connected onto the same topic. I drank apple juice before I had this dream.

I appear in some old house. I know I seen the house before. It felt like it was a house I dreamt about before. But, it was not a house I been to in real life. There were three floors to this house, and a balcony on the top floor. It was raining. I had a gun in my hand, and realized their were zombies coming. "Wait," I thought to myself. "I can not fight zombies yet! I have to pee first!" I ran into one of the bathrooms, locked the door, in case, and relieved myself. The zombies still weren't here. I ran to another room (I was on the second floor the whole time), but people were baracading the door. I somehow got through the barricade, but now the door wouldn't close all the way. I looked out the windows, and saw the zombies coming. I ran to the bathroom in the room I was in, and remembered that I already used the bathroom. I went back to the window, jumped out it, and landed on a little platform below. The ground under it was concrete, so it was good I didn't land there.

I somehow appeared as a zombie in some other house near the house I was in. I realized this was just like a game I played on the computer. Something may have happened, but I do not remember.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I appeared in my kitchen, with my aunt and sister. Everything looked exactly the same, but I think the candle wasn't there. That, and my aunt had a gun bag. She told me I can take some for the zombie invasion, but I have to buy them from her. Somehow, I had a lot of money, and I took an automatic pistol. I fired all the bullets at the ground. I bought more bullets for the gun. A lot more. For some reason, I still had the gun. I knew I had the gun. But I could not hold it. I bought another type of gun.

My sister was gone. Who knows where she went. I think she went to her room. My aunt went outside and saw millions of zombies. She started firing away. Something else may have happened, but I do not remember.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I appeared outside the house I dreamt of first. This time, there was all grass around it, a fence, and even some gravestones. It looked haunted. A little girl came up to me (or maybe it was my aunt), and she asked me for help. She told me about how the zombies were coming after her. So me, the girl, and somehow, my cousin Kyle, ran into the house. Instead of going on the second floor, which still looked the same, we went up to the third floor. There was a closet we found and we hid in it. I remember before I shut the door, I heard four people on the ground floor. My cousin and the girl hid on one side of the closet, and I moved a big container and hid behind there.

I think I somehow saw through the eyes of the people downstairs, and I saw that one of the people (whom I was looking through the eyes of) was some witch, while the other three were mutated people. They could see people's auras through walls. SHIT!

Right before they opened the closet door, I appeared outside. The house and a part of the land around it was floating. I was stuck on the floating island! It was raining now, I think. Anyway, the witch came and knocked me off... or I fell off. I was holding on for dear life (although, I don't think the fall was very far). The three mutant people came outside and looked at me. I remember trying to move across the island while still hanging onto the side. They made no attempt to knock me off.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I remember being outside again. My cousin sent me a text message, so I read it. (I never keep my phone on me). He told me that he keeps hearing noises in the woods next to his house. He told me to go in and check it out, because it will only take 15 minutes. "You only have to walk in 5 minutes, then you get 5 minutes to walk back out". (Isn't a reality check trying to do math? Because 5 plus 5 is not 15. I should've noticed this.) I replied back saying no. Why would he try to get me to do something like that! I'd probably get killed.

I may have been in the same spot, but I then saw George Lopez and his daughter from the show. He was yelling at her for being 42 and pregnant, although she looked only 18. I saw my friend M laughing at the whole thing.

I woke up at 3:30 AM. When I went back to bed, I could not remember any new dreams.

Shit kinda sucks when dream recollection fades as you go to type your dream out.

There's one thing that I can remember and that is this young girl. Her name was .... eurgh I can't remember and this is annoying me, because I asked for her name specifically so that I could perhaps meet her again when she was older. I recall that she did something pretty extraordinary.
She was wearing a horizontally striped long-sleeved cotton shirt.

We were in some sort of restaurant I think. Bt it was like the restaurant was in a large cavern. The tables were scattered throughout and it was lit by torch flames. (Perhaps I am just making this up, and this wasn't really part of my dream, but it's all I can think of at the moment).

There was another part of the cavern and over there was Philippines or something. I can't remember anymore >.<

I don't remember much about this dream, just that I was at the beach (not the actual beach, but a town at the beach.) I remember Blair had made me very angry because we had had plans for that day, but she had left to hang out with other friends. So, I smoked. I don't actually remember the action of smoking, just realizing that I was very high. After this, I remember "half-way" waking up. I was asleep, but I could feel my body. I started feeling this way when the part of the dream that I was high. I believe this was sleep paralysis that was giving me the "high" feeling. I was half way awake, and I could feel my sleep paralysis, therefore giving me that high feeling.

Last night, I had about three memorable dream scenes.

First of all, I was walking (Or driving. I was just moving, I know that.) down the street of my hometown. (Why that hasn't become a dream sign yet, I don't know.) when I decided to take a bath.

Right there, in the middle of the street. Well, on a couch. My old history teacher had just been sitting on the couch, and made some mention of me. I forget exactly what.

Anyways, so yeah. I turn on the water for the couch, and get ready to strip and get in. Then I realize that I'd be bathing in the middle of a god damned street.

So I realize that's a pretty stupid idea, get dressed, get all my stuff, and get on the bus. I figure I should just go take a bath at one of the baths they have in JC Penney's at the Mall.

However, somewhere along the line I realize that'd STILL be too public for me, so I should just go home and take a bath there. However, I also don't want to seem weird getting on a bus and getting off at the same place it picked me up. (While this wasn't true, looking back, it seemed like it.)

I freaked out somewhere in the dream, thinking I had to be at school. Then I realized I didn't have school any more.

Somewhere on the bus drive, we made a stop, and two teenage guys got on. There was a large banging noise, and the bus driver, who I'd apparently befriended by this point, asked me by name (I was sitting right next to her) to go check out the stuff in the back.

I get out, and notice (Well, not really. It seems perfectly normal to me.) that the bus is actually a truck. In the back of the truck is a whole bunch of cilantro. A lot of it has fallen out the back in the process of the two teenage guys stepping on the bus. (By the way, this bus opens from both sides in the front. Bus driver a was heavy-set black lady. Gotta recall details.) So, me and the two guys help pick up the cilantro (I don't even know if this is what cilantro looks like. It kind of looked liked asparagus, but my thin and grass-like. It was REALLY fucking long, though.) and put it back in the truck bed. Then we realize there's also a giant squid and a giant cucumber to put back. So they lift up the giant squid while I pick up the giant cucumber. They put the squid in first, and I squeeze the cucumber in, having to put it diagonally. In order to help fit everything in, one of the guys decides to take one of the squid's tentacles, which was being smooshed up against the back of the truck bed, and put it through the window into the truck cab. We make mention about how this might freak out the "bus" driver, but nobody cares.

Then, somewhere else.

I'm in my old history class room. Me and two of my old school friends, called D and G for now, had an assignment left to do after everybody else. We had to write a poem about fighting on a WWI battlefield, and recite it to the class. D managed to do his no problem. Got it done and over with quick. Every time I tried to do mine, though, I got interrupted. I asked G if he had already done his (G is still my best friend, but he moved to North Carolina five years ago. Why he still hasn't been a dream sign, I don't know. Don't know why my school or hometown hasn't been a dream sign, either.) assignment, and he slyly says yes, meaning he hasn't but he doesn't exactly intend to, either. He makes some snide comments about one of the people sitting near us, and I eventually get up and recite my poem.

My history teacher tells the class to settle down for my poem, then promptly leaves the room. I get up, and start reciting it, but everybody is still talking. So I yell the first line of the din of the class room. As I start reciting the next few lines, another school friend of mine, R, who was always a bit autistic, decides to start shouting the lines to my poem (I don't know how he knows them.) I tell him to stop. He does so promptly.

Anyways, I'm now singing my poem like it's some sort of war song. Somewhere during this, I realize that I don't know the words to this poem. Primarily because I didn't write it. This is someone else's poem. I notice a stanza in the poem I'm reading, though. It's a beautiful stanza. Like, literary fucking genius. Even in the dream world I knew that. In the waking world I know it too.

But for the life of me, I can't remember it. So disappointing.

Anyways, as I'm singing my poem, or at least the poem in my hands, the classroom starts to change. As it seems, singing my poem is doing something to the classroom.

Transporting us in time to 1939's Germany.

Half-way through the poem, it turns into a Nazi national song, and I just let the rest of the now Nazi class take over. The only ones not affected are D and G. For some reason, D has a Karabiner 98k, which he was poking me with with the bayonet when I was reciting lines in the poem about charging with sword and bayonet. (Fuck, the entire poem was really good. I wish I could remember it.)

Anyways, D hands me the K98, which is apparently mine. I'm now dressed up in a Wehrmacht uniform, and apparently in my 30s. I don't ask. It's a dream. When do you ever ask?

I prop it up, and carry it like a Wehrmacht is supposed to. I'm not actually IN the Wehrmacht, I realize. I'm just infiltrating it. D and G get upset because they think I'm going to hurt someone with it (I had previously tried to load it with a real bullet. Now, side note here. I think the size of the bullet was .50 cal. And, for some reason, when I was loading it, it looked like it was going to fit. Silly dream guns.) but I tell them this is how the Wehrmacht carries it (I had it in my left hand, leaning with the belly towards me on my shoulder, supporting it with my right hand. I don't even know if that's how it's supposed to be carried.) so I need to carry it this way.

I walk through the class room towards a trio of Wehrmacht soldiers. I ask them, in the worst fucking German accent I could conjure up "Requisition?" (Which, thinking back, is a word in the English language of FRENCH origin. The Germans wouldn't know what the fuck I was talking about, and would probably try to shoot me for sounding French.) You see, I wanted an MG42. Not measly K98. I talk to the guys a bit, trying to sound German, when I finally admit I'm American. I try to use simple words so they follow along. I explain that I think what Hitler is doing is good (Lies, once more, infiltrating the Wehrmacht) and I wanted to help him, so I moved to Germany and joined the Wehrmacht.

This is about where dream memorability ends.

So I led in bed last night, and tried to recall what I had learnt on this website. Unfortunately, I have a terrible memory which is due to depression. The only thing I could remember was reality checks, and Mantra's. So I start falling asleep, and chanting my mantra in my head, and after about five minutes, my eyes started shaking rapidly, and uncontrollably. I'm confused at what this was? I read that REM happens 3-5 hours into sleeping? As this carried on, I noticed I was feeling very numb. Unfortunately, I fell asleep without dreaming. I dont even know what process I was attempting to attain lucidity. This all happened in about 10 minutes. Could anyone let me know what was happening? and also, tips would be greatly appreciated.

I fell asleep for 11 hours last night and had about three to five dreams. The night before I watched the movie Inception. I dream almost every night but last night I asked myself, am I dreaming and I knew I was because I could fly away from my own body and saw myself standing in my own dream. I even felt like I was dreaming in my own dream because there were so much complications, places and people. I hardly remember the specifics.
That is the reason I'm starting this dream journal for the first time and researching into lucid dreams.

At the beginning of the dream a new hospital has opened on the border between South and North Korea. The hospital was created by the United Nations for the people of both countries who cannot afford healthcare on their own. It is supposed to be politically neutral, and it was when it first opened, but the tentions between the two countries have overlapped into the hospotal building and it is now divided. The nouth end of the hospital is declared the territory and property of North Korea and the south end of the hospital to South Korea. While doctors and hospital workers can go anywhere in the building, North Koreans are restricted to the north end of the building and South Koreans to the south end.

These restrictions were brought about by the North Korean leader Kim Jong-il to prevent people from North Korea from escaping through the hospital and defecting to the south. South Koreans are barred by armed soldiers located in the north end from entering and North Koreans are arrested if they try to enter the south end. Other than these strange rules, the hospital functions normally after some renovations are made to make sure that both South and North Koreans have access to the care they need in their respective building space. This includes two seperate waiting rooms in each end of the building. The name of the hospital in the dream is the United Nations Hospital of Peace, but because it sits on the border of the two Koreas, people generally call it the Border Hospital.

All of the doctors and care workers who are employed there are volunteers from different countries. This is so politics can be left out and the care of the patients remain priority. I have just finished my PHD in general medicine and I am transfered at my request to the Border Hospital. I am all idealistic and hopeful and actually think that I will be making a difference to bring about peace for the two countries by providing unconditional healthcare for all, and in the back of my mind I think about helping North Koreans defect secretly if I can but I voice my ideas to no one.

The majority of my work is located in the south end of the hospital, but one night I am very tired after a long day of work and because it is so late I have missed the last bus that would take me to the small apartment where I live on the South Korean side of the border. The hospital is open twenty-four hours a day on the south side, but is forced closed at midnight in the north end by the North Korean army. Since the lobby in the south end is full of activity and people, I wander through the empty halls in the north end. After checking on some in-patients and running a few last errands I laid down to sleep on a padded bench in the lobby in the North Korean end.

The dream changes from first person perspective to third person perspective. Sometime during the night, North Korean soldiers quietly enter the lobby and take me away in a dark green truck. Since the north end of the hospital was mostly empty of people, no one saw what happened and nothing is said about it publicly on the North Korean side the next day. I am missing for many days before two men from the United Nations come to investigate. Many people in the hospital tell them that they suspect that North Korea has me, but are afraid to make public accusations for fear that they will meet a similar fate. The two investigators do not have many leads when one day they come across the hospital security camera system. Because of lack of funding, no security guards had been watching the system, but it had been digitally recording ever since it was put in place when the hospital first opened.

The two men review the tapes and on the night I disappear they see men dressed in North Korean uniforms enter from the north entrance of the hospital and take me away. When confronted with the video evidence, Kim Jong-il definantly states that the soldiers were really South Koreans in disguise to make North Koreans look bad. He then invites a few select diplomats to visit all of the North Koreans prisons, but I am not found in any of them. The soldiers in the video are rounded up and questioned but only one will talk after being promised asylum in South Korea. He says Kim Jong-il knew about the security camera system and had been hacking it to spy on the hospital. When he saw me sleeping in the North Korean lounge, he commanded his soldiers at the hospital to arrest me for spying.

After the defection and confession of one of his soldiers, Kim Jong-il stages a coup and takes over the hospital. After evicting the patients and workers, the North Korean leader tries a take over of South Korea through the building, but the south retaliates and destroyes the hospital, sending North Korea back to their side of the border. No trace of what happened to me after I was arrested is ever found.