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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]

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

Deadly Iguanas

Date: 5/14/10

We arrive at a resort and were pretty much excited. It was outdoors and we were going to stay in a wooden cottage/cabin. So here we are inside and I am checking the place out there is a dinning area above a few short steps and the front door. I noticed these small iguanas around us and figured it was quite common to see some outdoor creatures since we were outdoors. They are running around. I saw a medium sized one almost 2 feet long and it was trying to hit my daughter with it's tail. So I walked over and tried to remove it because it was persistent at hitting her with it's tail and I didn't want it to catch her in the eye. I went to grab it and all of it sudden it leaped at me digging it's sharp teeth into my hand. It caught me on the first knuckle to my pointer finger and every time I attempted to get it off it dug deeper. I was screaming and my husband came over and began opening it's mouth forcefully breaking it's jaw killing the reptile. I have blood of the dead creature on me as well as my own so I go to wash my hand. I can see the deep puncture marks and every time I made a fist it opened these gashes more revealing the deep wounds I had. My hand was stinging and I was in pain.
I began to notice more of these iguanas were entering our cabin one of them was on the wall in leaping mode and sure enough it did hissing. We quickly moved out the way and it leaped at us again. I had to protect my daughters one being a toddler.
My husband grabs one of these reptiles and snaps it's neck in half.. I didn't feel bad but a sense of relief because these things were trying to attack us and I just didn't feel any remorse for them. He did this a few times killing some but more were coming. We grabbed machetes.. don't know how they got there but they were available to us.
We began killing them off as some were leaping to attack and others were running away. My husband goes up the stairs and see more on the dinning room table some were mating. One leaped for him and he killed it instantly.
There were bb guns upstairs and I even gave one to my daughter to use and we began to use them against these attacking reptiles. Eventually we kill most off and we don't see anymore in the cabin. The front door opens and the people who I guess run the place began praising us. Telling us the spirit was with us protecting against the evil that was against us. The sun from outside had lit the room and I had never been so happier to see sunlight .. we got out of there leaving the bad experience behind us.

I woke up

Originally Posted by PrettyEyes

The Encounter in my dream

Date: 5/11/10

In my dream there was this easel by me and the image on the easel was black and white. There was horizon drawn on this easel but in black and white. I am staring at it and notice behind it the sky looks like it is about to turn into morning or about to turn into night. That darkness. So I look around and I feel this hot air blow around me so I cross my arms. I realize I am in the desert somewhere or someplace that looks like a desert. I notice on the ground I see these grooves under the desert sand.. but it was not loose sand it was more dried and hard. I bend down and touch these grooves and they feel hard .. the grooves begin to move and I get up. I start to notice the grooves are coming together and taking form. I start to see that hard substance begins to turn into bones and the bones are coming together.. I am watching these bones come together even the detail of the veins, blood and skin. It is a female with a denim jacket and a red plaid pattern skirt laying on the ground I can see what had happened to her and I start to get scared at this point. In the distance I see this man walking up but I don't think he notices me.. In my mind ( still dreaming) I am thinking maybe I am witnessing a murder backwards.. he comes closer and stares at the girl he is wearing a leather jacket, beat up jeans and his hair is a mess before I can continue to see what he was doing I wake up.. or so I had thought.
I wake up to see the easel by me again but the image is disappearing so I am wondering if I am awake I just couldn't tell so I look towards my bed room window to notice a clear rainbow like image standing at the foot of my bed.. the image was definitely man form and the way it moved as if I caught it because it stopped abruptly. I just stared at this image trying to make sense but for some reason I felt so calm.. I don't understand why I started to feel calm but it seemed as if this image or man whatever it was told me to go back to sleep but calmly. I felt myself smile and this image I could see through his colors were similar to car oil on the pavement on a rainy day the swirl of colors very light but I was able to still see through him as well know that it was a man figure based on the outline of his body. I laid back down and feel asleep..

This dream is still on my mind

I'm wandering around a casino parking lot, looking for my car. Two other people are there, one of whom I met at a first aid course a couple weeks ago. The other one might be my friend Miranda. I think I spot my car, but it turns out it belongs to Mel, the first aid girl. It looks remarkably similar to my car until I realize that the plates don't match. My plates are --- ---, I remember with perfect clarity. Also, she parked rather crazily, and apparently I consider myself the better driver. We then find my dad's car close by. Maybe I drove this one? No.

Making out with a girl in a bathroom.

Having a conversation on another forum about whether I can be considered bisexual if I'm pansexual. Um... yes.

Dude, Where's My Car? Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: There goes a dream-sign.

Originally Posted by Samael

Obviously, I've been watching too much Supernatural.

I've somehow been entered into a race that involves hopping on one foot and a flutter-board. I argue that 5K is a long way to hop on one foot.


idek.

I'm crowded into the entrance of a bar. I think these are people that my brother knows. I notice that one guy is acting suspicious, so I follow him outside and onto the roof. I find him threatening another man with a knife.


You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit when they're ahead? You don't have one!

"Hey!" I call, stepping out of the shadows. Both men turn to look at me, one still brandishing his knife.

"Hey, calm down," I say, hoping that I don't sound patronizing, "There's no need for that, right? Put the knife down, and we can talk."

We circle each other, and I'm moving closer with every step to the side. The third man moves away, more or less forgotten. The man with the knife focuses all his attention on me. He's not going to listen.

I step in without warning, grab the wrist holding the knife and twist. He doesn't drop the knife, but I have a hand on it, and suddenly I can see all the outcomes of the fight at once, blood spraying everywhere. Mostly his.

I'm sitting back in the bar with a group of people that I know. I'm invisible part of the time, so I play with the DCs a bit, asking them what they're seeing as they look at me. One replies that she can see the skull of my grandmother's rotting corpse, covered in maggots. I decide that this game isn't fun anymore.

The police are all over the bar, trying to figure out what happened. The patrons are willfully ignoring them. I'm glad that I'm wearing black, because at least you can't see the bloodstains. I look down at my grey shirt, covered in blood. No, I was wearing black the whole time, I convince the dream. I get back into the story by willing myself into a different form. I decide to shift into a guy, because that's an unlikely disguise. Hey, I can be Jensen Ackles!


Yay! I'm him a lot. Why?

I consider changing eye/hair color so I don't look like an actor, but I decide that he doesn't actually exist in this universe and go talk to the cops. Because it's... fun, or something.

There's a female detective on the roof, speculating about what happened. I see these speculations in flashbacks. The girl (me) made a grab for the knife, she says, and cut her attacker, injuring him. Then he killed her, and disposed of the body somewhere.


Not nearly this cool.

I'm somewhat insulted, actually, but it helps me put the pieces together. I must have won the fight. Since the man with the knife is missing, I probably accidentally killed him and disposed of the body somewhere. Wow, do they have it backwards.

Nobody wonders where the third man went.

They're talking about fingerprints, so I decide this would be a good time to change mine. I will the change, and zoom back into watching an onscreen sequence of the patterns changing.

Skinwalkers are the bad guys, right? I wonder on the irony of shifting into Dean Winchester as a shapeshifter. Am I evil right now? Maaaybe.

I converse with the suspicious detective who probably suspects me for something. I swing around the wire fences on the rooftops for a bit, before coming back to the ground where the detective is waiting on a park bench. Apparently we had a long, in-depth conversation that I can't remember, because she actually trusts me a bit now. Yay, we're friends. Or possible love-interests. Hm.

The detective is wondering if I'll be okay to get home by myself, being as it's after dark in a city infested by the supernatural. I assure her that I'll be fine (being as I'm one of the supernatural monsters everyone seems to be afraid of). I check the area, zooming out to the east, where I'm headed. Dark alleys lit by an orange glow. I zoom out to the west, only to find a pack of Dark Jedi closing in on us, jumping around as NPCs do in Jedi Academy. I spot a couple of green and blue lightsabers among all the red, mostly carried by those wielding dual lightsabers.

"We should go," I say, still tracking the pack remotely. "We should go now." I'm more concerned about the detective than myself. I heal fast.

We walk eastwards away from the group, hoping that we won't bait them if we don't run away.

They catch up to us. Immediately, I draw dual sabers in red and blue, slashing down the first two Dark Jedi to reach us. I take down another, still standing protectively in front of the detective. I rush out past a female Dark Jedi, striking her in the back before she can turn. Finally, there are two left. I face the leader and send one of my sabers flying at his remaining minion. She's down. I rush the leader with a flurry of strikes.

No effect.

I pause in my offensive. "Okay," I tell him, "That was at least three direct strikes to your neck, minimum. You should be dead." He just grins.

A blow to the arm, and I have him disarmed. I grab him by the hair and slash across his neck. "Are. You. Dead. Yet?" I ask the disembodied head. That would be a yes.

Also, fail for lack of gore.

I'm covered in blood, so I figure now is a good time for a tactical retreat. We make it to the Best Western where I've made a reservation. I figure we have a half hour to shower and make ourselves presentable (read: not covered in blood) before the antagonists start to come after us.

"I'd offer 'ladies first'", but I'm the one who looks like a walking horror movie right now."

Unfortunately, I'm really bad with numbers when I'm dreaming, so we end up wandering the halls looking for the hotel room. Which is on the third floor. No, the first. No, the second. Wait, are we in a hostel?

Skinwalkers. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Violence is fun.[/QUOTE]

There's a tall building reaching to the sky in a giant spiral. It has something to do with Bruce Wayne, I think I met him, I don't know. I'm exploring the huge building when I happen onto a route outside. I've found a viewpoint from Assassin's Creed. For some reason, I need the eagle, so I sneak up to it and catch it! I'm holding onto the eagle as I jump, knowing that I'm about to fly up into the sky!

I fall. And fall, and fall, and fall, and (viewpoints are very high up, you know) fall. I twist around to protect the bird I'm holding in my hands, and land on my side without much of an impact. Aside from turning into a very small owl, the bird is fine. I'm glad, but I'm also very disappointed at the lack of flying.

***

I'm in a space station, trying to sabotage a robot, because it is evil. I pop the robot's cassette tape from a wall, and move over to a desk. Or a checkout. I think I'm resisting the change from space station to convenience store.

Two female DCs are freaking out on me (one is my fictional boss on the project), wondering what the hell I'm doing with that tape because it could ruin the whole project. They're not getting in my way, so I ignore them. I pop the tape into a recording device and record the ambient noise. I briefly consider reprogramming the robot by manipulating the sounds being recorded.

***

Teletubbies are attacking the earth.



They're flying in from outer space and attacking us. I zoom into the tall cylinder building from a previous dream and start fighting teletubbies.

Teletubbies. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Kill them. [/QUOTE]

Overlooking a dirt street from the rooftops. A man is talking to a thief-girl he saw on the street. She bolts, and he makes no move to catch her. The girl swings her way onto the rooftops, moving directly past my hiding place. I'm immediately in pursuit. She panics, makes her way to a pillar jutting from the roof, hoping for a reprieve. It should be impossible to climb, but I use my momentum to move upwards and find handholds where there are none.

I may not be an alchemist, but I have my own talents.

I face off against the girl on top of an eight foot circle of concrete.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I say, "I just need to know what he told you."

The girl lashes out at me, shrieking. I dodge her easily. She strikes again, goes wide, and loses her footing - I grab onto her tattered cloak, and her momentum pulls me with her from the top of the tower. I'm holding onto the edge with one hand, but if I want to keep the girl from falling, I have to let go.

I let go of the wall entirely, touching only with my feet. I'm holding the girl in my arms and am standing at a ninety degree angle to the wall. There's a moment of breathless surprise from the girl in my arms before I jump -

We land easily on the roof below the tower.

I have a quick conversation with the dazed pickpocket, who takes off after giving me the information I need. I don't follow.

"Elric!" I shout to the street. The man from before, with long, dark hair and glasses, looks up at me, quietly amused. I drop down to the dirt road in order to interrogate him more quietly. Alphonse doesn't back down. "I need to talk to your brother."

The conversation goes nowhere, and I find myself tailing the younger Elric brother from the rooftops. I stay low, watching the reactions of the AS2-style city guards so I don't have to keep him in my direct line of sight.

I follow him to a building with glass double-doors, and I drop down onto the street. I walk toward the guard. I think about giving him a three-digit code for "I'm following that guy; don't get in my way," but I'm bad with numbers while I'm dreaming. I nod at the DC, willing him to pass on the message. It worked. As I walk down the hallway, I'm aware of the DC passing it on to the other guards in the area.

Alphonse is reporting to someone in an office with a glass wall. I can't keep the woman from seeing me, but Alphonse has his back to me, and I walk past the office as if I belong there, into an L-shaped corridor. As I round the corner I have a brief 3rd person glimpse of myself wearing Assassin's White. I stand at the edge of the glass wall, behind curtains, trying to hear what's being said.

((Note: Deliberate perspective leaps could be useful while spying. Try to induce these deliberately.))

The meeting is over and I quickly move down the hallway into an unexplored room. As I open the door, I realize that this is Edward Elric's study. I notice the cot jammed into the far corner. Or bedroom. Black blankets are piled around the room and I briefly consider hiding under a pile as Alphonse opens the door. Only, that would be undignified.

No, it's time for a two-sided interrogation. This should be fun.

Amestrian Conspiracies Involving Your Protagonist. Scare Factor: 2.

Three weeks without missing a day and suddenly something interesting happens on the weekend.

A man is holding me and two other woman captive. We're being kept in the employee section of a motel in Ixburg, and though I pretty much wander around as I do in other dreams, the women who are with me are terrified.

I'm left alone in the laundry room, which comes complete with all the stuff involved in running a motel. I idly search through needle-nosed pliers and other vaguely pointy things, before I pull a box cutter from the cleaning cart on the west wall. I use the pliers to pry the safety-features from the knife. I hear footsteps. The man walks into the room.

I have him pinned to the wall with a knife to his throat before he can blink. I can feel the savage grin splitting my face as I call to one of the other women. Lucy - long, curly brown hair - is standing down the hallway, looking nervous. I tell the man not to move; I won't hesitate to cut him open.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I really, really would."

Lucy hands me the phone in lieu of phoning 911 herself. I'm wondering if she can still speak.

"They're not going to believe you," says the man. "They're going to think you did this."

I ignore him.

"Amy speaking."

Confused, I ask, "Um, this is 911?"

"Yes."

"Wait, Amy?"

"Sam? Is that you?"

I break myself out of my reverie. "Amy, I need police -" I glance at Lucy, "and an ambulance at the Ixburg Inn." I briefly explain the situation.

"Phone number?" Remembrances of the first aid course I took.

I list off the phone number for the motel, as I remember it.

The man laughs. "It's been a while since you've lived here, hasn't it? We changed the phone number!"

"I gave them the address!"

The man may or may not have lived to stand trial.

Really Mad Hostages. Scare Factor: 3.

Actually, I'm pretty sure he did live, considering he was following me through a museum later on. Any tips for dealing with in-dream stalkers? Anyone?

Perspective switches like whoa.

Mad Scientists in Halifax. There's a pool ready for some Olympic event, and there are a lot of people crowded throughout the room, but no one in the pool.

***


I'm travelling through a Middle Eastern country by car. Two families are in the car together, neither is mine, and the characters who are sitting in the 5-person capacity car keep rotating out on me. We/They are passing farms on either side, scattered across the hilly prairie like they are, well, on the prairies. The hills are practically mountainous, they're so steep, and the grid road has been built up a lot so that it doesn't have to follow such a treacherous path. I see people wandering the hills on camels, and wonder if I'm driving through a stereotype. Miranda's driving. I collaborate with a girl in the backseat, trying to find a way to make bread on the road. Just... because.

We/They are walking into a tourist trap.

"McDonald's!" I cry with faux glee. They really are everywhere, goddamnit.

The group heads to a sign that says bathrooms, and also has baths. We've been on the road for a while, and would really appreciate a chance to get clean. These are public baths, divided by gender. The group crowds around the front desk, looking at the signs on the desk for how much it would cost them to use the baths.


Somehow, this represents prices.

One of the girls catches up just as the rest of the group goes in. She doesn't have enough money? So she/I go(es) into one of the unisex bathrooms that are supposed to be private. Some random freaky guy shows up and she/I kick(s) his ass in a fight and then she takes off. Then I'm collectively the entire group of girls trying to figure out what happened and making up the story as they go.

Someone who looks like Cordelia Chase shows up and starts insulting everyone who works at the front desk no matter what their nationality is. DC behind the desk shifts into four different people.

I might be in an episode of a made-up season of Digimon, except there are no Digimon. There is an attempt to peer and squint at my handwriting, before I give up and just make shit up a group of characters that are replaced by new people when the original characters are taken out of the game die. A girl named Risa Cooper becomes the new Joy to much fanfare. She might be the girl from the previous dream.

There are two boys who seem to be best enemies. I alternate between their points of view for a while. Apparently, one of them is destined to kill the other, but neither of them wants to very much. They keep getting near to finishing the other one off, then backing off and doing it all again. They work together to defeat a monster. Then they put the eggs of the monster in the ground with the body and a bunch of fish or something. Then they bury it and decide that will hold them for a few years. Zooming back into a view of the desert.

I'm watching the episode online, and think about leaving a review via Stumbleupon along the lines of "You fucking idiots, why do you not smash things to pieces then bury everything in separate fucking places so they do not immediately have something to feed on upon hatching."

Nitwit Protagonists Take 2. Scare Factor: 3. Reaction: WTF.