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Time Travel School Dream

I got sent back in time in my 6/7 year old body, I was in 1st Grade again.
My first thought was 'I have to do all 12 years of school again?'
In the classroom we went over basic stuff like ABC's and Adding/Subtracting
It was lunch time so we had to go to lunch, I remember talking to the teacher who said "Kiba (from Naruto
somehow he's a classmate) has OCD, so we can't do Ice Cream today."
I walked to lunch from the main office direction, I saw Cameron (who wasn't even at my elementry school) and
I had to try and become friends with him again, if I'm not careful everything in my life can change for the better
or worse.
I sat on a table and I saw Kiba with his Spider: Akamaru and the Spider was eating his Orange. Akamaru ate the
Orange from the inside out.
We were in Music Class, I remember thinking I'm weak and Fragile, I also felt Nostalga for being back at the
Elementry School.
Other Part of the Dream(?) or maybe a Fragment
I saw a school bus, it was way bigger than me, it was full of kids.
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Going back in time to fix your mistakes sounds good but, it could create more problems and could change other important things in your life. It would also be awkward to be a kid again, also I'm almost done with school and would not want to do those 11 Years again. I'm going to start and type my Dreams up earlier than before bed because: I heard while you sleep your brain thinks of what you did during the day and I could end up getting a Lucid Dream early during REM sleep.
July 2nd, 2017

I'm playing Friday the 13th and I'm getting chased by Jason! I run out onto a porch over at Raymond and ended up getting trapped. It is daytime and there are windows behind him with white light coming through lacy curtains. Jason blocked me in,expanding his arms out like he was gonna hug me. I avoided that but realize that it was the main player and would allow him to kill me by bear hugging me. I stood there and allowed him to grab me and was expecting to get crushed but nothing happened. He just help me up into his massive arms. He put his hockey masked face against mine and said something. I don't know what it was but knew that he was stating not to worry about him killing me. He wanted my number and I tried to give it to him, but ran into dream problems. The first one was me trying to dial it out to him but had problems with it and the other times were of me writing it on the wall but it would be smudged and illegible.

It's been too long since I've updated this. Hoping to get a bit more on track this summer.

Dream 1: I remember being really itchy during this dream, and I found that the reason why I was itchy was because a spider was crawling on me. ._____. The creepy thing was that I woke up and was still itching. Thankfully, no spiders to be seen. xD

Dream 2: This one was kinda cool. I was walking around with a bunch of my friends from school, on campus, including a TA from Film which I took a few semesters ago. One of the guys there asked me how my slipping was going, and I was really confused until we stepped off of the path. I then saw all the ICE that was all over campus, even though it was sunny and summer. The ice was pretty dirty and gross, and some of it was transparent-ish so that you could see some of the grass underneath. In order to walk on it, I tried flying, but I could only fly for short bursts at a time for some reason. Then, I had to land again, and there was the risk of slipping upon landing. So I settled for this awkward hop-slide method, where I alternated short flying and sliding on my butt. We were heading towards a large tree for some reason, at the edge of a field (said tree does not exist IRL).

Then there were these ducks we slid by, and they were all dead. o_o My campus has a lot of ducks, but they are usually, you know, not dead. One of them was cut open, and instead of blood and guts, it was filled with black beads. Weird stuff.

I was very close to being lucid, considering that I knew that I could fly, but I did not consciously recognize that I was in a dream.

I get Lucid and I'm at a previous place in Texas with me mom and brothers. It is night time outside and there a back storm going on outside. There is heavy rain and lightning. It is very loud out and we are in a room with a light. We are huddled together but then I see this swirly white with on the ceiling. It was right over the top of me and followed where ever I went. I realized that this was the tornado and it was right over the top of us. No sooner I found that out our house is lifted up into the sky and thrown into space. I'm sucked outside into Space and see stars, planets and a strange cosmic pinkish mist that lit up the area. The rift here is completely different and I can see our house floating and also the tornado. Which is now a floating harmless thing that was i front of me. I pulled it somewhere then realized that I need to avoid getting to close to planets so that I don't get pulled into them and burn up. I turn around and there is one right behind me and I get pulled down into it. Shit. I'm falling through it and as I do so I seen something light green in color and organic fall in and I seen transparent flames appear around it, burning it's underside ad causing small, red streaky burn marks. That was representing me and it didn't hurt at all as we finally fell through and crashed on the planet. I looks around and everything seemed like it was a 3d word with 2d textures. I seen water, trees, grass, clouds and a blue sky. It was daytime and I started seeing other creatures. Little, short green thing with toad like heads. This is not Earth. These were early spore creatures and harmless but now I'll need to find out a way out of here.

I start off Lucid in this dream ad I'm outside. It is night time and I was thinking about what would happen if something in a dream gets covered from your view and you look at it again. Would it be still there or would it change or disappear? I was walking around in a strange place somewhere in a yard with pine trees. I look over towards some huge houses and I see a trash dumpster sitting on the side of the building. It was overfilled and had bags on top of and around it. I looked away from it the back at it. It was still there. Looked away and and back at it, still there. Looked away a third time then back at it, this time it was an over hang that was part of the building. I laughed at that and went on to Find the Heavy Arms Gundam.

Finally, a vivid dream againxD and it was pretty long I thinkxD I had it two nights ago, so I can't explain everything in detail now, but I somehow know how...here I go!

I was on my way to school I think..or at least, a place where there were lots of people.
On this day, I was almost late, so I was in a hurry. I went on my bike.

Than I was with friends somehwere in the dream, and arrived on the place where I had to be. It was on a car road and there was this small guy (an anime character from an anime I really like..) called Otani, who was really teasing me hard.

I was so irritated and mad that I ripped out his heart out of his chest. That was so weird..Why did I do that? It felt really realistic as well..I throwed it away, and the guy (I usually like in the anime) was slowly dying. I had regret on taking his heart, so I wanted to safe him. Than there appeared this guy I now Always see in my thought during the day, who helped me to tell me how to safe him. He was super calm and kind to me, even though I did something that terrible..Anyway,

The heart was on the car road, and there were riding lots of cars. It was to be lucky to not let it be crushed by a car..When the heart was on safe zone because of the wind, it moved away from the cars, I could pick it up.

Than the kind guy explained to me to try to attach the heart to the blood vessels inside of him. I saw the hole where I ripped out his heart, I tried to put it in again. Explained to me, if I do it correctly, the heart would attach itself to the blood vessels. The heart was weird enough yellow, lol.

I did it correctly, and the Otani guy lived again. I was relieved, and the guy who helped me was proud of me, still as calm and misterious as ever. I sticked with him more since I really liked him somehow. He let me fell good and happyxD
The Otani guy also stayed with me and the guy and began to tease and pick on me again.. That was really stupid..but I couldn't get mad again, since I would rip out his heart again if I did. I tried to ignore him.

The unknown guy tried to get Otani's attention by giving him a gift to get him to not tease me again like that. I was really happy with that. I saw at that moment that the unknown guy had unknown money that was rather pretty. He told me it was money from other countries to where he had travelled. I was hypnotized by the money by it's prettiness. He saw how cool and awesome I thought it was and gave me some of it with the number ''8'' on it. Really, only with the 8 on it. I wondered what that meant..but anyway, I really was happy by the gift, I really felt happiness>.< I maybe have a little crush on him lololol.
He was happy that I was happy and had this really beautiful smile on his face. (wait a minute...Why did I not notice that this was a dream? I mean, money with number 8 on it doesn't exist...lol)

Than the scenery changed to it of a classroom. I sat on a chair and I was injured, the unknown guy was nowhere to be found this time. but I had my Lucky charms were enough for me for now, but anyway, I couldn't do much and Otani had to solve the problems on the chalk board for me. He totally didn't want to do that for me and throwed the chalk to my face.

Me and the teacher went mad and ran after him through the hallway of the school. It looked kinds funny on this part, but I woke up because of my mom at this point..I wish I could continue this dreamXD hahaha.

Well, what my question is...Who was the unknown guy? before this dream, he would appear suddenly in my mind, not smiling, but really calm and misterious. I don't know his name or anything about him, but he gives me this warm and happy feeling when I see him. I also can't erase him from my mind, he keeps coming. I never thought of a guy, he is just there and I wanna know more about himT_T I know his figure by his black hair (and an asian look lol, but yeah) and a striped sweater. (HE'S SUPER CUTE)
But yeah, he now appears in every dream of mine in another settingxD

Next dream entry is about a LD I had last time^_^ I hope you enjoy them!
Yukita

Morning of July 2, 2017. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now are apparently living in the Cubitis house. However, my entire dream takes place outside, mostly in the backyard, though there is an additional feature of the north side of my middle school incorrectly rendered as the north side of the house, another unique composite of which my dream self does not question. (No two settings in my dreams, even in tens of thousands, are ever the same.) The time, which remains consistent, seems to be late morning.

I notice a wooden shipping crate in the backyard, close to the middle of the house (east side). I am puzzled over when it arrived and wonder who it belongs to as I consider it might have been left by mistake. I notice a small engraved circle on the side facing east.

I lift the crate up (and it seems to have no bottom) and notice the feet of at least two chickens. There are also other animals, though I do not learn what they are. Two tiny chicks, not much bigger than my thumb, are walking about at one point. There is feed already on the ground, but I also find a bag with supposed feed to give them. The “feed” is very small, seemingly small white triangular pebbles, some flatter than others, though still too big for them to eat. I find smaller feed and let it fall from between my fingers and they eat some of it. Throughout my dream, I am mostly in somewhat of a squatting position or on my knees.

There is also a miniature monkey. He is only about the size of a marmoset. He wears a bellhop cap. After looking about later, I see, off to my right, that he had been suffocated or crushed by pillows and large cushions that somehow had been placed or thrown over him (though I do not question why pillows would be outside on the ground). It is a sad realization, as I know our children might have liked him as a pet. He is on his back and his small body is stiff. I pick him up but there are no signs of life.

In the final scene, I am near what looks like the north side of the middle school that I attended many years ago, though it is still meant to be the north side yard of the Cubitis house, though as mentioned in the first paragraph, my dream self does not question this or reflect upon it at all (despite its much larger area than the house and yard). As I walk along easterly to the backyard again after talking to a couple members of my family, I strongly believe that I can will the monkey back to life. I am not lucid but I still have an idea in my mind that I can do this via thought alone. I focus and direct my thoughts. Very slowly, he comes back to life and seems fully alive and normal. I throw very small breadcrumbs on the ground and watch him eat.

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Field Trip to Canada

Me and my Classmates went on a Field Trip to Canada.
At this place we were staying I remember seeing this bed, that apparently stimulates Lucid Dreaming.
I laid on it and I thought 'It's not comfy.' It felt like a waterbed like you were sinking into it.
I went into the bathroom and I turned on the Television and there was a Canadian bootleg of Tom and Jerry on.
We had to leave to go back to Minnesota. I saw the Television and it was Canada news and I was surprised that I was in
Canada, I thought I went somewhere else.
Students grabbed their backpacks and I couldn't find mine and I started to worry.

Some other parts of the dream

• There was this house in the middle of a forest, I remember being inside it.
• I was at the house (again) in the middle of a forest, the house was finished. I showed an Adult my room "Little kids helped me finish this."
• I was walking down the Canadian School, I talked to some guy.

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I had a Dream at my house but can't remember it fully.
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Couldn't remember dreams from yesterday. Today, I went to the Mall of America, it was pretty fun. Maybe, I'll get some interesting dreams tonight.
July 1st, 2017

07.01.2017
10:00 AM

Robbing a Bank (Non-Lucid)

With out really considering how I got into the situation in the first place, I am at a bank with my friend Kyle with the intention of robbing it. We are wearing suits and carry bags that contain guns and will later contain the money while we get away. Kyle apparently has been planning this for a long time and we are waiting until all the employees are in the right place. We put on masks and take a worker hostage so she can take us to the vault. No one has sounded the alarm or realized we are robbing them yet. We get in, get a block of money worth $1 miillion and stuff it in our bags. After that all we have to do is get out. Only as we are leaving does the alarm sound. We steal someones car as a get away vehicle and then several miles away steal another to get them off our tail.

This is where I start to wonder how I got into this situation. lol I am happy atleast to have gotten out safely but now I am a criminal! We go to our hide out which is in a basement under an abandon bar. Now we start planning how we will escape capture since it appears they know who we are on the news. I call my girlfriend and tell her whats going on and that we need to come up with a plan. lol

I woke up here and should have written down the dream because I would had remembered a lot more details. After going back to sleep I sort of picked up where the dream left off but can't remmeber what happened.

A week ago I had this lucid dream, it was really vivid and clear , took about 10 minutes, and it was just simply amazing.

I became lucid upon realizing that my home is on a hill , somewhere in a big city, in the distance I saw a tower.
Then I started to analyse the situation , I talked to someone but then the dream started to fall apart.
I sat down and started to concentrate on 'my sixth sense' ,and then I started to manifest a room , a room that was in an apartment , first I saw the bed and the window, that was on the left side of the room, then as I looked around the room ,the other parts of the room manifested , on the right side was a big shelf ,with a television on the middle, on the shelves was posters and stuff , with writings on it, I could read them all, it was so vivid, like if I was actually in another reality.
There was other things in the room but cant remember now.

The posters was about a guitarist called "Marcus Paul" and he seemingly died , or so that was in the TV in the background i heard flamenco music.

Then I stood up and went to the door that was in the back of the room , I opened the door, and found myslef before another door, things seemed to get really scary and dark so I was getting ready to be scared and wake up , but that did not happen. I opened that other door and I found myself in a hall, on the end of hte hall to the left was a glass door , the exit , and in front of me was an open door , from the other room came out a little girl in some old balerine like clothes.

Upon seeing this I proceeded to freak the fuck out, and thought that this girl will morf into a demon any second, but it just started to walk towards me ,she seemed to be cheered , then suddenly a girl and a guy came , they seemed to be brothers.
The guy has reddish eyes, brown hair , he didnt look unusual . The girl had an almost anime like face, with the same red eyes, medium\short orange hair, and had some earphone thing on her head.
Then we talked some(they apparently only spoke english ), they seemed to know me , the guy checked how high is my fear level, he suddenly pointed at me ,and his eyes pupils , took a pink\veiny texture, but onyl the half his pupils took this colour, that supposed to tell me that my fear levels are around 50-60 percent. He said that its something , but its not that bad. Then the guy told me that "you will fuck up" then the girl said taht I should probably get the bus that takes me home, and with this I ran out of the building , and jumped up on the bus ...

-The dream was unusually vivid, I was able to even read
-The room I manifested seemed to bear a meaning, so I thought to myself that room may be important to me in the future , or in life?
-Even if I expected to meet demons in the dream at a point, that didn't happen, even if my fear was high. This time my expections didnt screw up my dream , which is weird...

Last two days have been pretty dry.
Yesterday I only got 5 hours of sleep. This time around all I had was some fragment about fans.

I was in my old room, it was pretty empty but had quite a few stand up fans, and one box fan that had weird LED lights at the top and I remember it had an internet connection and had an ethernet port on it and I was trying to hook up an ethernet cord to it. That's all I recall.

The dream started with being at work...again. But! This time, it went beyond work, and what happened after work was much more interesting.

I've just gotten off of work, and pick up Owl and a couple other friends to go to the Pride festival (I was talking with a friend about this yesterday, so it makes sense how this showed up in my dream). We have a great time, and I wander off...

And end up in a strange place with a series of staircases. The staircases are going up and down, full of people. I think they are waiting for a bathroom. I ignore these staircases and go outside.

Outside is a more Western-style scene, with log cabins and the like. I'm waiting on someone to come out of this building when a man approaches, flirting with me. He says something extremely rude and I knock him to the ground, impaling him with an umbrella I suddenly have. The person I'm waiting on finally comes outside, a shocked, but mildly impressed, expression on her face.

Then I don't remember if this is a different dream or if the same dream just changed again, but somehow, I die. I'm shot and I exit my body, I am formless, I am free. It feels so nice, I am at peace.

I'm in the same spot, still, it's just that no one can see my formless self. Someone starts speaking with me about this afterlife, but I cannot see them either.

After a time, I look for someone in particular. I find my grandmother (she passed away last February. Also, I still can't see her, but it's her voice and I sense her presence) and she's really happy to hear from me. She seems to understand I'm not actually dead (something I didn't understand while in the dream) and we have along conversation. I ask her what her afterlife has been like. She says she's the most relaxed and at peace she has ever been in her life. She says she's traveled everywhere, residing at lakes and other bodies of water as much as she can. She asks me how my family is doing, and that she misses us, and she loves us.

That's when I wake up.

Got Lucid via WILD, but since my dream stabilization is dogshit I decided to just stand in my room(the place where I always start) and touch things to stabilize. The good news is that the dream lasted for about 3 minutes. But I could barely see out of my eyes. It was like only one was halfway open.

Morning of June 30, 2017. Friday.



I enter a prolonged dream state and remain mostly in instinctual dreaming depending on the situation. The same characters are consistent throughout for the most part. In normal lucidity, a dream can be taken full control of and vivified with the current conscious self identity. Creation and control is also predominant in instinctual dreaming, except there is no association with dreams or knowing or remembering what a dream even is and there is usually no current conscious self identity present. The nature of non-lucid dream control varies from faithful pretense in scenarios to passive expectation in how the dream is rendered and changed.

In the beginning, I am with a group of unknown males, mostly in their thirties. We are trying not to be discovered by another group of males. At one point, we go into a small ramshackle building that seems like a barn (play on Barnum?) with missing external walls on at least one side. There are at least four rooms, but the layout is much like oversized public bathroom stalls. I go into one to attempt to stay out of sight and others go into other rooms. There are small piles of old wooden planks and gaps in some of the walls. Eventually, the other group knows where I am.

The leader of the other group reminds me of P. T. Barnum. He discovers that I have telekinetic ability and wants me to work for him. This happens after several attempts to kill me. In one scene, an unknown male dressed in a ballet outfit shoots an arrow at me from about twelve feet away. I mentally cause the arrow to turn in flight and it goes back to him, hitting him in the chest, though I am not sure if he is fatally wounded. If I do not work for the leader of these men, he will continue to hunt me even though, over time, I defeat most of his team.

Prior to the last scene, when it seems to be late morning, he tells me that he could really use me and seems friendlier. It seems he has no men left on his team. Curiously, it turns out that he wants me to clean the entire planet, rid the world of pollution and make it neater and more in order. He sits at a picnic table. My answer is still “no”, but I play around with my telekinetic abilities through various scenes. In one, I make scraps of paper on the top of a picnic table hover and come together in one pile. I see disordered towels, which belong to him. I cause the towels to become neatly folded on the picnic table’s top. He seems very passive at this point.

As he watches me, I look out at the ocean. I see at least two sailboats and tell him to watch what I am going to do. I cause one to rise in the air as a man falls out into the water. The sailboat, while hovering above the water, bumps the other one, causing it to tip, though no one seems hurt. From here, my dream fades.

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The sailboat coming up out of the water (“rising from sleep / water”; the sails relating to bed sheets as a continuation of the folding towels association in making a bed after waking) is yet another version of waking symbolism involving water lowering or not being present where it would be expected (and water itself is dream state induction and symbolizes the essence of sleep). The last event is also akin to a flight symbol, a very common, over one in five of my dreams, precursor related to subliminal anticipation of a hypnopompic “fall” upon waking, including airplanes, birds, UFOs, the dream self falling, rising, or flying, and many other common forms. Still, many people seem to believe in certain forms of “dream interpretation” as a consequence of the Barnum effect.

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Barnum is a great personification of the preconscious and the emergent consciousness transmutation in the last scene. This likely comes from having to endure a few fake “dream interpretations” (though only recently on sites I do not post on as much as the main dream journal site and tumblr) even after explaining that I have no interest in second-hand “interpretation” from people who have no understanding of basic dream types or know anything at all about my life to this point (which makes second-hand “interpretation” even more ridiculous and offensive to an experienced dream journalist), me already explaining dynamics of my dreams at least in part, the “interpreter” (often of whom shows no sign of consistently remembering their own dreams) pretending negative context where none exists (though revealing their own life and mentality rather than mine of course - which is in fact what second-hand “interpretation” actually is, not a viable statement for the dreamer regardless of their typical politeness and willing submission to the Barnum syndrome).

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Stopping the arrow in flight and sending it back was a curious way to stop the waking mechanism without lucidly knowing this as my dream self. If it had reached me, it would have triggered the typical hypnopompic jolt (such as my lower back spasm sometimes triggered by the bird beak symbol or other flight-related symbols). However, this mechanism sometimes does not complete when certain levels of awareness are focused on it, though I still consider it a “chicken or egg” puzzle as to the causal factor.

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(I had this dream and wrote it down a few days ago, but only remembered dreamviews just now.)

"This was part of a very very long dream, but I only remember the tail end. We were in an Asian country, some mix of China and Korea, with a situation like Germany with the Jews. We weren't the targeted group, but we did have some in our blood (most citizens did). There was a ton of long-term knowledge, stuff where when I woke up I truly believed was real historical buildings and other facts that I lived in the dream. The most rememberable and most important, was that there was what reminds you of an Indian palace, a death-maze that soldiers would chase/herd traitors or pre-refugees to. The king/leader built this, and believed it to be his mercy. Once herded there, the soldiers were no longer chasing to immediately kill or capture, the people would just die themselves. The way it worked is that there are all these golden trumpet-shaped spires/points, thick from the ground, and curved at the tips. There was some sort of suction to the design so that the runner gets run into one of these, and is basically forced upward until they can no longer breathe. Their last view is looking down on the king's city.

This wasn't terribly significant to me at the time, because there were many other things like this in my long-term memory.

Anyways, where I solidly remember from, we were supposed to meet up with an informant who would help us get what we needed, to get out.

The room where we met, There was a staircase, it was all white, four walls were glass. We met them (there was one main guy and one or two lookouts), but I don't remember much of our interaction except that it was very short and pretending, as the windows were glass and basically at an intersection.
I do know we needed an item, and we had to get it ourselves. We were to meet them at the border, or at some other place on the way to it, and we didn't have much time. They told us where to find the item.
We talked fast and then started out pretty urgently, because we felt time ticking away and almost like they were already on to us.

We went in the mall, I don't completely remember what happened. We did something for a short amount of time, then went upstairs to a/the shop owned by the king/person. Mom looked for the item while I waited for her and looked at dresses. They were really good prices, and I found myself looking for a dress for Racquel, and a shirt-dress for myself. (We had planned that I would buy some things, so it would be less suspicious.) I remember being excited despite the situation we were in, because we never got new things.
Here, it could have stopped being a nightmare. But I was too scared for it to slip into just shopping, so when we approached to buy our items, they knew.
I wanted to bolt right then, but it was so so important that we get that item.

We were informed that our payment could not go through and to try buying different items (They had a certain look when they said this, and it made me know they knew.) or try to checkout at an all-purpose register. You could tell they themselves were very scared and wouldn't risk appearing sympathetic or like they knew what was happening. It was terrifying knowing that leaving us to be devoured was what I would have done too.

Mom and I were both really scared. But she decided to do the courageous thing and try to checkout downstairs (and to the right).
But I looked outside and took her arm and told her to just leave. I started walking faster because I knew they knew.
We took the things we didn't buy. I was calmly scared they'd stop us, but without it, even if we lived past this, we couldn't get away if we didn't have it.

We got outside and we tried to look normal. I knew no one in the store would chase us, except to watch us, and that they had called for the people, so I hoped, maybe if we put some distance between us and the store.

As we went further, people walking or reading newspapers slowly became informants walking or reading newspapers, and we slowly started throwing out the "act normal" idea and going faster.
(at some point there was a mother and baby with a father who had turned on them. They were mostly white, and they were part of the group the government was purging. We didn't talk or make eye contact or try to help eachother. We were headed the same direction though, they were slower than us and we passed them)

A short time of this fast walking and we were spotted and chased. We starting running as fast as we could.

We ran for a time, until we got to what I thought was a parking garage. As we entered it, I felt something grab my left hand, and it was the baby, and the mom running with us. I remember I was twisted in a weird way and was trying to run and hold the baby's hand and Mom's at the same time. I remember seeing the soldiers right behind us, and they almost got Mom. She looked like she might stop and give up, so I clung to her hand as we ran.
We came to where there were infinite-looking upward slides, and we scrambled up the second slant (the first was very obviously the widest, each one to the right being smaller, but the mother and baby had gone up there and I wouldn't have hesitated to run over them if we were stuck in the same tube.) I remember there was a left and right sidewalk. On the left it was like normal walkway, the right was an up-moving ramp.
I tried the up-moving ramp, but almost slipped so decided on just running.We were getting higher and Mom looked more defeated the farther we went.
Near the middle, she tripped on something and she didn't get up, just lay there. I was dragging her frantically, contemplating leaving her behind. It was way too slow, and they were still chasing us. So I didn't really notice the space getting smaller and smaller.
Mom had basically given up hope. She was acting like we were already dead, and it irritated me so much. When I realized why, it had gotten so small and vertical. I was first so frantic and hurrying so fast I tried to shove my way up even with my arms folded (like praying mantis) in front of me. But I was feeling the dread, and was starting to realize what had just happened. So I went back a few feet down.
I let go of mom's hand, and she started sobbing. She stayed just at my feet, luckily not sliding down anymore when I let go, but it didn't matter anymore. I put my arms flat streamlined with my body and pushed myself with my feet to the opening. The tunnel curved in a sickening way, and I could see down on the beautiful city through the end of the curved golden trumpet."

Then I woke up.