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I'm walking along a path by the river in Quickton. There are a large number of orangutan/dog/otter hybrids about, and the locals have been warned to stay away from them. One that looks like a great dane approaches me and jumps up, trying to lick at my face. I laugh.

Shift.

I practically fall out of the truck when we reach the police station. "It's okay", says Kate Beckett, "You're safe here."

My POV switches to Beckett, who's trying to solve the mystery of the invisible animalistic murderer. I'm now interacting with myself ("Sam") as the character Kate Beckett. I note that we don't have much ammo.

An Asian woman stumbles toward the safety of the police station. Already, she's bleeding from numerous slashes to her torso, which look almost like claw marks. The monster must have followed us here.

Sam mysteriously disappears, and we assume the worst.

I interrogate people who are the collective head of an international company. Someone sabotages the elevator, almost killing one of them.

They upgrade security.

The elevator is sabotaged again. I almost catch the culprit, but I have to stay in order to save the people inside. I catch the chain of the machine used for sabotage, and pull it up to a floor where they'll be able to get out.

The Chairman of the company is killed. The CEO chooses to reveal his identity.

The murderer decides to talk to me. It's Sam, complete with all my lucid superpowers. Apparently, I was the murderer all along. I'm watching myself give a villainous monologue. From a third person perspective apart from Beckett's character, I'm very surprised.

Murder Mysteries. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Did not see that coming.

I'm working on a short-story adaptation of this dream, minus the identity confusion. It was actually a lot of fun.[/QUOTE]

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

The Oil, the walk and the gun.

6/14/10

In my dream I am sitting with family and see the news is on the television. There was a nationwide warning about the oil spill.. they are unable to stop it and wanted people to know they were sorry but eventually it would be our last days on earth. Hearing this made me sad and helpless. They even stated that the oil is flammable and could very well destroy our earth. I felt this lump in my throat and just stared at the television. Everyone was silent ..cars stop moving.. everyone was basically trying to absorb this news.

I find myself outside in the snow walking with my dad and my sister. We are on our way to the store and everyone seem to be in a sad state.. in unbelief and tried to continue their lives. Out of no where this woman who seem to have a mental disability basically insane began to utter words loudly but babbling.. she began to approach my sister and I ran over cursing the woman out telling her to F**k off.
Eventually the lady moved away and I found myself very very thirsty so I wen to buy bottled water from the store. I only had one dollar and looking at the prices of the water bottles I wanted to purchase two of them because I was seriously thirsty. I bought two bottles of poland spring water.. and find myself once again walking with my dad and my sister in the snow.
Another woman approaches insane also and begins to verbally attack my sister.. I kept calling my sister telling her lets go yelling repeatedly. So I approached the insane woman who was babbling to back the f**k off. I felt like I was about to hit her but she walked backwards into the store yelling for me to leave her alone.

The scene changes and I am in this room.. there is a big screen projector and there are these laser guns in front of it. A chubby white girl was had turned on the big screen where it displayed a video game. She said this was something to keep us occupied and happy since we received news of the oil spill. I start to play and it seems very fun.. but the room keeps morphing into a class room.. to the left side of me I see this opening.. clear door and this funnel.. but I bring my attention back to the screen where I am playing this video game. The chubby white girl had a baby on her hip which she put down on the floor.. the baby began to crawl towards the door and I see she has disappeared. I quickly rush over and grab the baby before she went down the funnel.. it looked like a slide but wow it was huge and dark. So I grab the baby by the ankle and pulled her back into the room. I hold the baby and go to some guy who looked like a sergeant in the army and tell him about the girl and the baby. So he yells at her telling her she needs to pay attention to the child. I lose interest in the game.

The scene switches and I am in what appears to be a room and my man is laying on the couch and this girl was sitting by his hip facing him.. I thought nothing of it until I walked by and he gestured her to move away from him. I immediately got mad and rushed out of the room..

Once again the scene changes and I am in this big theater where there is a play and performances. Ballerinas are moving across the stage and my man walks over giving me this poster. I decided to forget what had happened in the room because I figured my dream changed so there was no reason for me to bring it up. We see Marylin Manson.. a weird music entertainer. I find it awkward he is in my dream and feel that something is going to take place so I motion my man for us to leave. We end up inside a school.. a high school. And once again I feel the emotions I felt when I saw him with the girl sitting by his hip. I am angry with him and ask him why did he do that.. he asked what? I said why did you motion that girl to move are you hiding something? He tells me no he told her to move because he didn't want me to think there was something going on which wasn't and her sitting so close he felt that I would assume things. I grab his shirt and said " do you think I am stupid!! if you weren't doing anything you wouldn't have tried to be sneaky and tell her to move!".. at this point I am hysterically crying. So I run down the hall and toss this tall drinking glass onto the floor.. I don't know how it got in my hand but it was there and I threw it.
While I am in the hall I pass this device on the floor.. I look close and see two positive lines so I figured someone placed a pregnancy test in the middle of the hall.. I ignore this device and see students moving around in the hallway.
A guy walks up to me asking why am I upset so I start to tell him what had happened and that is when my man came around the corner..I look at the device and it no longer looks like a pregnancy test.. and it had symbols on it that I couldn't make out.. it looked like some electronic meter that my dad uses since he is a technician. All of a sudden I am holding a gun and place it to my head.. everyone gathers around trying to stop me and I am hysterical.. in my dream I wanted to pull the trigger because I felt so sad and felt my man was cheating on me. I saw his eyes turn sorrowful and I had the gun close to my head he grabbed my hand I pulled the trigger and felt the pain in my head...

I was woken out of my dream by my cat.. and had a dull pain to the left side of my head where I had pull the trigger to the gun when I was dreaming..

Two characters are around my old apartment in Ixburg. They look like Johnny Depp and Robert Downey Jr.. I play with story lines and wonder what's about to happen. Then I'm running over rooftops and away from Sweeney Todd.

I'm on the roof and he's on the ground. I double back quickly, jumping down and landing a flying kick to his head. Then I turn around and keep running.

I'm in a playground, on top of one of the structures. There's a man with me. He has the head of an eagle, and wings. He tells me that something is out of alignment within me, that my back hurts because of it. I see tattoos dancing across skin as he presses into the pressure points on my back. I see his wings spread out above, and ask if I can touch them. He tells me not to.

I decide I liked the old tower better, even if it was less accessible. I crawl in through the window and realize that someone is lying on the floor. I ask him if he has a pulse. He says that he doesn't.

I fall into an ocean of black water. I swim to the surface, take a breath. I'm treading water for only a moment before I'm pulled under again. Everything is fuzzy, but I keep breathing, and I realize that I'm dreaming. I swim to the bottom, covered in dark grey silt, and maybe a shipwreck or two. I concentrate on dissolving the dream or opening a portal or maybe both

I'm balanced precariously on the dark surface, which is riddled with craters. Briefly, I believe that I've made it to the moon, but I see the crescent moon on the horizon. I think that I'm on an asteroid between the Earth and the moon. I walk over the crest of the asteroid (10m in diametre), and look out at the moon. I'm perched at the top of a crater. I'm pressed against the ceiling, and everything is going dark.

I'm in Ixburg. My parent's house is next to my oma's house as part of a duplex. The door is unlocked. I talk to my oma and am invited in. We make room for the group of Katimavik kids that are in town.

Outside fighting against some kind of non-human enemy. My character isn't supposed to have superpowers, but I do anyway. I see myself flying from a third person POV.

Demon Barbers, Malfunctioning Portals. Scare Factor: 3.

Below deck, on this particular pirate ship, there is a structure made with cooked spaghetti. We're sitting around it in a circle, making fun of Dean Winchester as he tries to add noodles to the structure, Jenga-style. He loses balance and half the structure collapses around him. The group laughs uproariously, and it's the next guy's turn.

I'm standing on deck, looking out over the water. Apparently we're being sold into slavery. Those of us in this very special group are making some very necessary escape plans.

"Have you ever been to [Modern Tortuga Expy]?" Asks Jack O'Neill from beside me.

I'm a short-haired blonde, badass and immortal, and I've been everywhere, man. "I'm familiar with the area," I say, and pause, considering. "I hope they've forgotten about me."

Now that we're on shore, we can put those plans into motion. We just need to make some tiny adjustments to fit the current situation. I'm standing next to our packed-together bunk-beds with O'Neill. All we need to do is lure one of the guards close enough...

A jaffa guard approaches us, demanding to know why we're breaking curfew.

I look at O'Neill, shrug. "No time like the present."

We escape.

Shift.

I wander the same environment in my real life persona, trying to remember where I parked, and if it was in a tow-away zone. Several days have passed.

Shift.

I decide to go to one city or another. Calgary? I'm driving badly, wondering belatedly why I'm cutting so many people off. I end up walking into a store that I'm apparently the manager of. I watch someone in another store across the mallway play the guitar. I pull out an electric guitar from my stuff, even though I cannot play the guitar.

Shift.

I'm in Quickton, riding a bicycle and absently wondering why there are so many hills. I talk to a DC, a woman I apparently don't like very much, and retroactively acquire memories of whatever it is she's talking about.

Shift.

I'm on a farm for yet another family reunion. I'm pushing a steak around on my plate, mildly discomfited to realize that I've already been eating it. I decide to finish it anyway and ignore anything the anti-vegetarians around me decide to say. There's a woman with long, dark hair sitting beside me. She seems uncomfortable with all the religious proselytizing going on. I assure her that most of the godless heathens in the family (myself included) have already eaten.

Shift.

Playing with a dog.

Shift.

I'm to play the bad guy in some game. I adopt an atrocious English accent and hope the one English woman running around somewhere won't be too offended.

Shift.

I'm a female lawyer with an English accent, long dark hair, and a crisp grey pantsuit. I'm also very good at what I do. Also, evil.

Shift.

I'm jumping through impossible puzzles suspended over darkness. I'm communicating with someone via radio. I drop the rope. I jump down a couple levels, only to find it all tangled up. I'm presently annoyed by all that is paranormal, so I use a magic trick to cause the rope to "magically" raise itself to the next level. It involves wire.

Shift.

I'm standing in front of a magic shop.

Shift.

I'm in a mall. As Barbara Gordon, I talk to a cannibalistic hyena man. I'm replacing my right arm with something, and the hyena man tells me that they've ripped my arm off (before I jumped into the character) to make me more appetizing. I leave.

A Pirate's Life. Scare Factor: 3.[/QUOTE]

Non-lucidSemi-LucidLucid

I concocted a plan to confront LG, utilizing the golden bullets he left me. This is the plan:

Originally Posted by Sam's Paper Journal

Note: this is not a dream.

I'm standing by the Bar in McAnally's, the pub in Dresdenverse Chicago. The building is established neutral ground, and the place is specifically designed to break up magical energies. Its design is broken up into odd nooks and crannies perfect for a dream walk.

I order two beer from Mac and take them, handing Mac a twenty with my right hand as I hold the other two in my left. I thank him and make my way to a nearby table. I set down the beers.

I reach into the right pocket of my jeans, where I put the golden bullets LG had threatened me with. I place them on the table in front of me and look up at the ceiling while sipping on my beer. It tastes like I imagine butterbeer would: rich and sweet. Inexplicable.

"You really expect me to drink this?"

I open my eyes to find the Lunar God eying me skeptically. I relax and take another sip.

"I would have ordered a bottle of Pinot Gris again, but I'm really not in the mood for champagne."

The Lunar God leans forward over the table. "Sam." He says, "No games. What do you want?"

I'm wary of him. "I want to know who you are."

He leans back in his chair, satisfied. I watch the smirk form on his face and settle in for a round of bargaining. I don't forget that those little golden bullets on the table have been used to try to claim my life.

This is the result:

I'm with the Joker in an armoured truck in a scene eerily reminiscent of Fight Club. Now, what could that mean?


You're just a freak, like me!

I'm following two characters and a potential horror movie from a third person point of view. At one point, I accidentally possess one of the characters and take some time off from the plot to... dye my hair. So yeah.

Same location. I'm waiting for my karate class to start. I check my watch, and it's 6:90PM. I guess I'm late. No, wait, this is a dream sign. I look around, confused, because this doesn't really feel like a dream. I pay more attention to my surroundings, and realize that it actually is a dream. I stop to savour the amazing feeling of being lucid.

"I'm dreaming," I say, and I start to repeat it to myself as I move around the dream-world. I'm not feeling very well, so I go to grab something from the fridge (in a place I've never been). I'm craving rasberries. When I open the fridge door, I find clear Yop yogurt containers filled with frozen rasberries. I eat a few.

I'm moving toward the exit when Ben stops me and wants me to listen to a song. It's rap music. I'm not interested, and there was something I wanted to do tonight, so I'm busy. A brief wrestling match with my brother ensues, but I shake him off and run to the exit. A steel staircase leads to a latched window.

I will the window to be open. I crawl out and latch it behind me.

I remember that I wanted to go to McAnally's to meet with the Lunar God character. I stretch a hand out in front of me and will the dream to dissolve. I close my eyes briefly, but when I open them, the green grass and concrete and sun are still there. Energy continues to swirl around me. I close my eyes again, and push through the dream-fabric.

When I open my eyes again, I can't see anything. Everything is dark, though coloured energy swirls through the space to break up the monotony. There seems to be a slight tear in the dream, so I move toward it (zooming closer, not walking). I drop to my knees and feel for the wooden door that I'm sure should be there. I imagine the texture, feel for iron handles of the closed door. I visualize the grain of the wood that should be there, the glass that is set into it.

"Open the door," says Mac, rolling his eyes. "We keep them open while we're open."

I stand up and dust myself off, looking at the four pointed star mounted on the door, just above my eye level. Did I create that?


The dream star was more ornate.

I shake off the strange feeling and move to the bar beside the door. This isn't anything like I'd imagined the place to be. The wood is darker, glossier, and everything is more streamlined than I'd expected.

"Two beer." I say to Mac. I dig through my pockets for the twenty that should be there, but I only find a bunch of change in my right pocket, where the bullets should be. Loonies, toonies, quarters. I apologize for paying in change, and I give him the $20 pile of change, minus the six loonies I need for LG. I consider that since we're in Chicago, I should have given him American money. I let my hand hover over the pile of change, and will it into American bills. The money flickers and I see paper. I'm not sure if it worked.

Mac waves me off, and I grab the beer and my loonies, setting them both down on a round wooden table near the bar.

"Aw, you don't need to do that," says a voice, "You already paid for drinks."

"These aren't coins," I say, turning to look at what I think is the Lunar God. He's younger than any incarnation I've seen before. He grins in understanding and takes a seat.

I take a sip of the beer. It tastes like Pilsner.

There's a third person at the table, whom I never acknowledge. Her (?) presence seems shadowy, dark, barely there. I think it's Elaine.

A girl comes up to LG and asks if it's okay if she leaves with someone.

"Yes." says one of us, before LG can comment. We kind of need to talk to him.

Unfortunately, LG's very presence seems to destabilize all dreams, and I can't remember a damn thing after that. Including whether I still have the bullets.

Failed Interrogations. Scare Factor: 3. Reaction: I need a new plan.[/QUOTE]

I take out the one item of clothing in the washing machine that was, apparently, very important to wash separately. I throw in the rest of the clothes, consider using oxyclean, and wash on hot. When I go upstairs, I'm in my old apartment in Ixburg. The dishwasher is in front of the sink, so apparently I'm doing dishes as well.

***

I enter the building through the only set of doors that are open. Apparently it's not the entrance I'm supposed to use, though. I talk to a middle-aged woman with short red hair, who tells me off and gives me directions. I head past the stairs and onto a set of escalators. Presumably, these will take me to the elevators. I need to use the elevator because this is a really tall building that I've dreamed about before. Something about an orchestra.

***

I'm dreaming about university classes. A photo of me working on the project outside. There's a rack of clothing in the background, sitting just outside of the open door of a store. High quality clothes, a lot of black. All very feminine, though. I think I need to talk to my professor about something related to the project.

***

We're going on an impromptu trip, just because. Also, a national/provincial park in BC (which was also in another dream, which involved running and rock climbing) demands that we return the photos we took there. I tell my mom to make copies and send them, but to keep the originals. I'll take down the ones that I (did not) post to my online dream journal. The photos look remarkably similar to the ones I took in Squamish.


You will never take my pictures away. I will not allow it.

We were planning to go north to go skiing, but Castiel wants to go east because he's never been. We think we might not have time to get anywhere interesting on this road trip, but we go anyway. (I think we split into two groups. One goes west, one goes east.)

We're in Halifax. I'm thrilled, pointing out all of the imaginary landmarks that I see. My mom is driving through a strange version of downtown Halifax where all of the buildings are even closer together and the streets lead into each other in ways that they don't in real life. Also, running on the rooftops in dream!Halifax would be delightful.

There's a detour to my old apartment. We stop in to see my building manager. My mom wants to talk to him about something specific, but I'm just there to say hi, I guess. He now has a fancy glass office where the elevators used to be. He's talking on the phone right now, so I distract myself while we wait.

I overhear my mom talking about/pointing at camping equipment. I ask if we're going camping because that would be awesome but what are we going to use because we packed really light? I have a bookbag worth of clothes that might actually be carried in Amelia Pond's suitcase from the Eleventh Hour. Which is small.

I walk in to a huge tent that apparently has some of my old stuff in it. I don't recognize any of it, but rationalize that something mundane and forgettable, like the broom in the corner, could very well be mine.

When I walk out of the tent, my high school classmates are sitting on the lawn, drinking. Someone pours me a rum and coke. Matt regales me with a "when I was a bartender" story and teases me about the hangover I had yesterday. I'm a bit defensive, saying that I did pretty well for someone who rarely drinks.

I walk into an apartment on the first floor, waving to my old classmates as I go. I press along the wall near the thermostat, and a second room opens. I guess that this is a bedroom I left here. I set down my mini-suitcase, somewhat glad that I still have (outdoorsy) clothes here. Oh, and apparently I'm Batgirl.

***

This dream occurs frame by frame, manga style. Most of it is even in black and white. Ed is singing into a tape recorder about alchemy. There may even be text balloons. A caption says that alchemists are obsessed, and don't think of anything other than alchemy, ever. Alphonse wanders through, still armor, and wants to know what the hell is going on. Ed happily explains that he's recording a tape for their recently discovered grandmother. Alphonse is understandably disturbed.

Familiar Places. Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: I'm sure I've seen those places before.[/QUOTE]

I'm checking out a gym in the new city I've apparently moved to. It's based in a university/college/high school, and membership is affordable.

A group of (mostly female) students are being led around by their female teacher. Some of the girls need to use the bathroom, so the group is collectively looking for one. They're in subway tunnels now, and the teacher is talking to a bouncer outside some kind of establishment, who won't let them in because they're women or minors or both.

I'm talking to my brother, Ben, at some kind of family gathering on a farm, when he starts quoting The Spoony One verbatim while we're talking about a game. Movie. Book. IDEK. Anyway, I call him on it, but he has no idea what I'm talking about. My cousin Reg, who's the same age as my brother, says he got to see a screening of that once. They're online videos, I tell him. What the hell.

We're trying to watch The Daily Show, but Ben tells me that we can't watch the episode because it's only on the US version of the site. I explain to him how you can use an add-on for Firefox to - ahem. Never mind.

Running up the stairs at the farm.

Someone explains to me that the farm is in danger and we have this plot going on to save it. Jill rolls her eyes and tells me to run because I'll never hear the end of it.

"I'm dreaming." I realize at some point. I blink in surprise. "How am I lucid?" I wasn't planning on having any lucid dreams tonight.

I'm going for a quick meal in Tim Hortons, trying to decipher the menu and remember what I can eat. I really want some chicken noodle soup, but I can't eat it since I'm vegetarian. I could get a bagel, but I don't really want a bagel. When I step outside again, I continue with my dream. Apparently I'm a student in some Squamish/Halifax hybrid. There are mountains in the not-so-far-away distance, and one in particular is relevant to the plot. So are the houses I'm biking towards.

Unconscious Desires to Move to a New City. Again. Now. Scare Factor: 1.

I am, once again, my female Lucifer character, where I introduce myself to people as Sam. I'm following a version of the character in which I'm sent from place to place through dimensional portals. I open the portals myself, but I have no idea where they lead to when I step through. I don't remember most of this dream, which is a shame, because it was fun. I think.

I've secured myself an invite into the apartment. I don't need it; it's just polite. I open up the window and step inside and -

splash

- find myself doused in holy water. It has no effect, of course.

Buffy is very suspicious of me, for good reason, I suppose. I'm not actually an antagonist to her and Angel, though. This time.

Buffy, When You're Quite Possibly Evil, Maybe. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: I really wish I could remember more of this.

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

The Dog and Space

6/12/10

I am in this 3 story home and I am sitting by the computer answering emails. I look down and notice my arms are different as well as the hair on my head.. it is much shorter so I get up and I see I am wearing a red shirt and low rise jeans. This was not my body ..so I go over to the mirror and I can see that it was definitely not me.. but I can't see the face at all. I have this little hairy dog and he is hoping around. There is this man sitting on the couch looking through a shoe box. So I turn to him telling him I am going to walk the dog. He was a very handsome man.. and from what I gathered he had just arrived at my home for a visit. He came from Australia don't know how I knew but that is what was presented in my memory in my dream. I take the leash to walk the dog and this man is smiling at me. So I take the dog up the street by the grass.. and he is hyper ( the dog). I go by this playground and water sprinklers are on.. children are running in and out of it. So I decided to take the dog through it. As I approach the sprinkler a few of the children block the water.. I guess the assumed I didn't want to get wet. So I tell them to let it go.. my dog gets wet but starts to crap on the ground .. I start to pull him away and he is just crapping. I decided to head home and the dog wants to use the bathroom some more. I check to see if he was ok and notice his feces is similar to horse dung.. it had fiber like substance to it.. like hay. And he leaps on me. I tied him to a pole so I can go in the house and grab some towels to clean him up because he stepped on his own poop and his hairs had some on it too.
I go in the house and the guy that was there seemed a bit nervous.. so I ask him if he is ok. He told me he feels something is wrong. I told him everything is alright. I look out the window and see the dog is panicking.. hopping up and down trying hard to get off the pole.
So I go out there and hear this sizzling sound. I look up and one of the wires to the electric pole is whipping around above me so I quickly grab the dog to move him. I see the sky is starting to take a on a different color.. a storm was coming. I was concerned about this power line.
I take the dog back in but he is uneasy hopping around and the man tells me " we should follow the dog" I agreed and the dog started taking us away from the house..
Where we were walking it was quite steep.. we were moving uphill.. I guess that was how the street was made. I smell heat and the guy next to me is not looking back. The little dog is moving forward so I look back and to my horror being us moving up top of this steep slope I can see lava consuming the neighborhood below. The sky was half darken from the smoke and this lava was just moving slow taking everything in it's path. I look at the dog and feel content like he was leading us to somewhere safe.
My dream switches and I am moving through the skies upward. I begin to realize I am floating outside in space. It was quiet..dark and I see this blue light.. I look down and see it is earth. It started to hit me that I was floating in space.. and I start to get worried because I am moving away from earth. I notice this wire or rope attached to my hip and it starts to get tight.. not around my hip but tight as in stretching as far as it could go.. I was worried it might snap and send me spiraling into space in it's darkness. I look to see how far the rope is and it was attached to earth.. I tried to grab it and pull myself down.. this rope started to get thin.. like the size of a strand of hair and I was scared it will snap.. but at the same time I was calm.. I start telling myself to wake up..wake up!

I jolted out of my sleep breathing hard.. that was it

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Dragons and the red eye priest.

6/5/10

I find myself in this really big house. I am sitting inside what seems to be the living room by a pillar. As I look up I can see a few more floors each with a balcony .. sort of like a spiral is what it looked like.
I notice it's nice lovely wood structure and white marble like walls and pillars.
I am surrounded by a group of people who seem peaceful and I seem to know them.
I am having some wine and there is a couple with their child and they are smiling, chatting and seem to be waiting for something. There is another person there who I recognized.. my friend mark and for him to be in my dream I guess it meant we were about to have a spiritual meeting discussing God.. I guess..
Anyway there are people moving in and out what appears to be a kitchen and something caught my eye on the 2nd floor balcony. A man with a royal red dark robe is standing there and everyone starts to gather.
I just follow everyone else but something is telling me to just keep a slight distance.
This guy starts talking asking if everyone was ready for the "transformation" that is what he said and everyone is ready but they seem a bit nervous.
I see the double wooden doors behind him open and this huge black long dragon comes out.. flying with grace off the balcony and around the circular ceiling. I see another dragon come out flying around as well and a few more dragons.. and each dragon is going near someone just moving around them. I try to hide by placing my back on one of the pillars and I see Mark .. he seems a bit nervous and smiles at me telling me everything will be ok.
Out of no where this dragon came near me.. totally huge. It's scales were shiny but similar to an alligators skin texture.. it brushes towards me and I feel how hard it's skin was.. the color was of dark mahogany red.
The couple with the child are getting ready to leave.. and I see that one of the guys got bit by a dragon.. and they tell him if he is ready for the transformation and for him to follow them.
I guess this was some sort of ritual and the dragons were picking and choosing who would be a part of this transformation.
I look over and see Mark looking sick and he is starting to change.. his head gets long looking alien like and he no longer has hair.. he is changing into a reptile and I am confused at this point. It seemed pretty painful and a group of guys in robes are rushing to him telling him to come with them and once he has transformed he can come back out..
..I whisper asking the lady with the child what is going on and she tells me to follow them and just keep moving.
She takes me to her place and her husband tells me we are safe.
I don't know what that meant. He offers me something to drink and I notice in the cup there is two liquids inside.. water and inside the water there is a sandy color substance. I don't drink it but stare at it.
A guy wearing a priest suit.. black suit and that white ring around his neck walks in and is talking to the couple. I noticed his eyes they were weird.. red.. It looked like he had red tinted glasses on but when I looked some more I realized those were his eyes.. his eyes were the size of glasses just without the frame and they were red.. seriously blood shot.
I try my best to not seem scared and he is talking to me. All of a sudden the scene changes and I am standing in a kitchen with the priest. The window in the kitchen is foggy and he is standing by a stove that has a huge hole on top.. I walk over and notice this hole has something like lava in it.. or maybe a pot embedded in the stove with lava. He is cooking but I just don't trust him.. those eyes of his are scary.
He is smiling alot too which freaked me out. I keep looking towards the window and it seems to be close to daylight with the way the skies looked through the windows fogginess. I pour out this cup of strange liquid I was holding and it was literally sand.. dry sand I was pouring into the sink..

That is all I recall from my dream..

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Creepy crawler

6/2/10

I am laying in my living room it is dark and when I look down I am laying on someone's abdomen. It is dark but small light creeping out of my bathroom door is just giving me enough to see things a bit dim. So I am laying on someone's abs and it is not warm at all. I am a bit scared and run my fingers trying to see if it was a person or just some object that I am mistaking for a person. So I slowly look up and this head pops up I can see the smile in it's face but can't see any eyes just the dark area where it is smiling. I got scared and moved back.. and when I moved back I noticed it is quite small.. but had a big chest area. So I immediately stand on my legs and to my horror this creature crawls on it's back giving me that horrible grin .. how someone would crawl across the floor on all fours it was doing it but on it's back and wasn't using it's legs. It crawled quickly to the back room and it was extremely pale and shiny. It passes the light from the crack of the door from my bathroom and I am horrified.. out of no where I get so pissed off I start running after it stomping my feet. I don't know why but from what I understand I was very scared and it turned to anger. I hear it talking in one of the bedroom but I freaked myself out that I woke up..
I am laying in my bed with sheets pulled over my legs and this man is laying across my legs too.. he is propped up on his elbow casual.. pale and I see he has no shirt on hairy bearded man and he turns to me quickly saying " are you asleep too?" .. I woke up again and realized I finally woke up from a dream into another dream.. basically had a dream after a dream and woke up finally..
Weird ass dream scared the crap out of me..
Nothing out of the ordinary today.. told a friend about my dream who told me he had a dream about a bearded pale man years ago which he remembered because his dream felt so real..
I disregard what he said because I don't want to think about it..

Weird.

I'm walking around a version of the grocery store in Ixburg which I've seen before. Produce by the entrance to the southwest, ceiling-high shelving running east-west all through the store like a warehouse. I'm looking for strawberries.

Still in the grocery store, I'm now a different character. I'm an employee and also some kid genius version of myself from an alternate timeline that I can't recall the gender of. I help someone with a difficult problem. They try to complement me, but I tell them, "Hey, I just work in a grocery store."

I don't and never have in real life.

Now I'm in a strange mix of Halifax and Quickton, where the rivers cross through the city, forcing roads to follow bridges and riverbanks. It's topsy-turvy, and hilly, and it's a bright, sunny day.

Various members of my family, including aunts and uncles, are waiting on the patio section of a restaurant, looking at menus and hoping someone will get around to serving us eventually. I'm looking at the menu, unable to find anything that's vegetarian, but the menu itself is really hard to decipher. A waitress shows up to say we're supposed to be ordering right now, but they're really busy, so is it all right if we just wait a bit?

My mom, another woman (possibly Sandra, my mom's friend), and myself go to check out another restaurant. When we get there, we notice that our other group hasn't been served yet, either. It's a lose/lose situation, I guess.

Sandra is driving. We cross a bridge and are headed downward on a slight slope when, from the passenger seat, I notice a truck heading toward us has suddenly flipped into the air without warning. "Whoa." is the collective consensus. Sandra hasn't slowed down and I call her on it. The truck is still flipping, and it's starting to roll into our lane. As we get closer, the truck flips up into the air again, and we zoom safely underneath.



"Nice timing!" I say to Sandra.

I'm still in the Halifax/Quickton hybrid, zooming across the city at a bird's eye view. I think about karate classes once a week, and the fact that I keep moving from city to city, changing up disciplines and instructors. I'm a martial artist, I think to myself, I need to take my training into my own hands. A flash of me running down a dirt trail.

City-Fusions. Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Morphing bug

Date 5/26/10

It was very bright and I walk into this area. I see green grass and lots of different kind of flowers.. I smell them too very lovely. To the left of me the sun is shinning and I begin to realize the sun is coming through the window. I look over at the large patch of earth and see that it is a bed of flowers.. literally a bed with flowers and grass growing from it. I climb on the bed and look at the flowers and one of them caught my eye. It was a huge bright white flower but in the center of it there was this dark spot. As I get closer I could see it is black oval shaped but pointy on both ends and spiked. It looked moist too but deadly. The spikes on it are moving a bit and I just had to step back. This bug starts to morph itself. It was the size of my hand and when it jumped off the flower it was small cream colored with one black spot on it. My man is laying on the bed and the bug is making it's way towards him my cat spotted the bug and went for it clawing it with her claws tossing it unto the floor. I can see at this point the bug is upset. There was a child in the room I don't even know who this child is but he gets bit by this bug and starts to scream. I saw the morphing of this bug and it appeared as if the bug itself was upset.. and it starts to take on a different shape. For some reason I don't want it to change it's appearance so I grab a shoe and start going after it. This bug turns ivory white and now it has these long stick legs.. it was getting bigger and moving faster. I had to kill it fast because I didn't want to see what it would turn into next. It was extremely fast and I finally land a blow on it.. I lift the shoe to see if the bug is dead..
but unfortunately I was woken up before I could see what else took place in my dream.

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Being Watched

Date 5/22/10


Last night I had this odd dream. It was weird ..I was in the house with some friends. My husband was there and some guy came by. I recognized who he was but couldn't pin point. I finally realized he was an undercover cop. He began talking to my husband asking him question and I felt he was trying to set him up so I had cut on in. I told the guy " no oh no this is not right I know what you are trying to do!". The guy looked at me placing his hand on his chin.. eventually my husband got locked up and they had place surveillance cameras all over my place as well as following me outside. I had few of my friends over who were trying to help me stay calm and who wanted to keep an eye on me because no one was there staying with me that was a male. One of them I had a crush on and knew something between him and I would take place. Dream was very weird just wanted to jot it down ..I don't think it had any meaning to it but just decided to make note of it anyway.

I'm drinking. A lot. At a bar. I'm wondering if it's Saturday night and I missed the meetup with Vicki. I see Matt and Jen from High School on the other side of the bar, and debate over whether I want to talk to them. I've been drinking things like rum and coke all night, and now I've moved onto Pinot Gris. I guess. It tastes like champagne.

I'm in the backyard of the Ixburg Inn, having been ordered to clean up the scaffolding houses by my dad. I notice movement in another yard, a brief dark flash. I watch the roof of a nearby building for another sign of it. There's a dirtbiker up there. My mom and I watch him ramp from that roof an impossible distance over the highway. He lands badly, but that was supposed to happen. He's fine.

At a fair, I argue with Gus about something. I'm Shawn Spencer, and my dad (Henry) is around, too. The fair has a layout suspiciously similar to the backyard I was just in.

As myself, I put the truck in park, turn off the ignition, and raise my hands slowly. I'm turning toward the man in the passenger seat, who is happily delivering his Hannibal Lecture while pointing a gun at me. It's a revolver, I notice.



He explains to me that the time I was born can be flipped backwards to show the time it is right now. "You see," he says to me, "This time is the antithesis of your birth."

"Yes, that's very poetic."

I'm ordered out of the truck. I keep my hands up as I follow his orders, stepping onto the green grass in the backyard of my house. I know that there are kids inside the house, quite possibly my cousins. At this point in the dream, though, I think they might be mine.

I try to bargain with the man, but I know that he's going to kill me. If I resist, he says he'll kill everyone inside, but I can't be sure that he won't do that anyway. We circle each other over the grass. The man tells me that these bullets were specially made for me.

Don't I feel special.

The gun wavers for a moment, and I take my chance. I lash out with a kick to his wrist, then grab for the gun. I pick it up and aim at my tormentor. He raises his hands and grins, daring me to do it.

I can't. I empty the revolver of the gold bullets. They spill to the ground, and I scramble for the six of them. I stumble backward as the man laughs. I step inside, latching the glass patio door behind me.

"Go downstairs," I order my cousins. "Get one of the adults to call 911. Ask for police!" I shout at their retreating backs. I move through the house, locking and bolting the other two doors shut.

"So..." says my uncle, "We're safe as long as we don't go outside."

I consider the patio door, how easily the man could get in. "We're safe." I lie.

"Wait," I say after a beat, "Has anyone called 911?"

I curse and grab for the nearest black portable phone. I dial three numbers. "Hello, I need police at -" Silence on the other end. I glance at the display and read 901. Great. I'm wandering down the stairs at this point, redialling the number repeatedly to no effect. I see a flash of the man, laughing. I consider that he might have cut the phone lines.

"Does anyone have a cell phone?" I shout into the basement, frustrated and panicking. I begin redialling numbers on a blackberry no one gave me. 090. 901. 109. 119. My frustration reaches a peak -

And I realize that this is always what happens in dreams. I look up the stairs to the side door, reasoning that I fell asleep in my bedroom and there's no way I could actually be here. I walk up the stairs, touching things (the bannister, the wall), feeling the texture in order to solidify the dream. I'm worried about waking up. I unlock the door, open it. When I step outside, it's dark, and there's a layer of snow on the damp ground.

I move toward the street, making footprints as I go. I look up to the night sky, which is clear and filled with stars.

"Go to the moon," I whisper aloud. "Go to the moon."

I stretch a hand out in front of me, willing a portal to open, for something to happen. A pulse radiates outward from my hand, blurring everything briefly and circling behind me. I can still see the stars. The dream dissolves.

I'm in some kind of afterlife realm, filled with ribbons and people and flying. I'm attached to the colour yellow, which I hate. I try flying, but can only achieve a delayed falling effect.

LG's Got a Gun. Scare Facter: 4.5. Reaction: Lucidity!

I did the faux-math LG was trying to tell me about. Apparently I'm supposed to die next week. Saturday-ish.[/QUOTE]