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    Shared dream with dream characters, 50-60 minutes

    by , 09-18-2010 at 02:45 PM (380 Views)
    I am going to visit my fried and his family with my family. We are staying there three nights. We arrive there, but instead of their house, we are at our home. Our room is in the garage, but it isn't like our garage at all. It is nicely decorated. The ladders that lead to the attic are pulled down. I climb up feeling none of the vertigo I usually feel when climbing there. The attic also isn't anywhere near the same it actually is. It a little bigger than in the waking world and instead of the stuff it has in it in the waking world, it is dark and full of mattresses with bedding. I go back down and off the garage.
    Around he house is a small village that is in ruins. I explore the village for a while. I go back to the garage and up the ladders to the attic. There is a window of some sort in the back of the room. Out from the window there are DCs coming in. I go there and open the window. I try to put my hand in, but there is an invisible obstacle my hand cannot pass. A DC grins at me while another one comes in. I'm not very sure what happened next. I think I went down and possibly told about the DCs to someone. After it I went to the outskirts of the village.
    There my brother and a friend of his comes to me. They have short, wooden baseball clubs and they are intending to beat me with them. I take the club from my brother and hit his friend hard on the head. He seems not to even notice it. He swings at me, but i parry with my club. We trade a few blows. He manages to hit me on the fingers and to the hip. I turn to escape. My brother pulls out a pistol. I run off. I go back to my friend's house. Just outside the garage there is a long hallway. Outside the hallway is the ruined village. I talk to someone. He has a bottle of lemonade in his palm. My mother comes to the hallway. I think we discuss about the DCs pouring into our world. I'm not completely sure what we called them, but it might've well been DC. Someone tells they can get drunk. We cheer. Now we'd only need to get enough alcohol to get them all drunk. I notice my mother is holding bottle of cider. I go to a salon. It, like the other rooms, is heavily furnished. There is a door in the room. I open it. The tavern behind the door is full of dream characters. They are sitting around tables. The tavern is filled with their voices. They turn to look at me. I start mocking them. Everyone around me tells me not to. Apparently they are afraid of the DCs. I throw the bottle of cider at them and close the door. I think someone said "now you got them really angry" or something like that. We go back to the garage and up the ladders. The window is still there. Its dark so I take my phone from my pocket for some light. There are eight of us. We form two teams, four in each. I am with the Invincible Man, Joker and Tower Man. I don't remember who were in the other team. We have a shared dream where we beat the DCs. It pretty much happened so that I had three cards. In one of the cards, there was our team. The picture of us was alive, just like in Harry Potter. The other card was for the other team and the third card for the DCs. Eight blue dots appear in the two cards of our teams, four in a card, under the pictures. One by one they turn into squares. The sames happens with the third card. The only difference is that the dots/squares are red.
    I leave the attic and go back to the hallway. There is a lamp hanging from the ceiling. I (or was it someone else?) pull(s) it. The hallway (or a room near it?) changes into something else. The room into which it changes is still heavily furnished. I (or he/she) do(es) it some times more. I say we need to get it turn back into the salon. I think we succeeded (now there definitely was someone else in the room). If the room into which I next went was the salon, I didn't open the door to the DCs' world again. Instead I opened the door that took me outside. Whoever was with me, he didn't follow me there.
    I am now in front of our home again. Our car's trunk is open. My mother says we are leaving. Apparently the three days have already passed. I wouldn't want to leave yet. I go back to the garage. This time there is no heavily furnished salon nor hallways. There's only our home's hall. Also the garage is lacking the furniture it had. I doesn't even have the normal tables and shelfs. There is only the empty, gray room. I go up the ladders. The mattresses and the beddings are still there. I don't remember about the window. I go back down and out. There I go around the house, where the ruins were. They aren't there. I go up the hill where my brother and his friend tried to beat me. At the top of the hill there is a dam. There is at least one man there, maybe more, I can't remember. The dam breaks. The mass of water rushes down to the valley below, even though the current isn't as powerful as it would be in the waking world. I go about a metre from the flow to take some pictures with my mobile phone. Before I have time to take it from my pocket, I see some people caught in the water. I go to rescue them. I grab a woman's hand and pull her to land. I see another person in the water, a man. I go to rescue him too. I get his hand, too, but after dragging him for a few metres his hand slips off from mine. The man I first see is shouting at, pleading me to get farther away from the water. I do so. My brother comes at me with a pistol in his hand. He shoots at me, but misses. I only feel a sharp air current moving my hair. I run at my brother, jump and kick him on chest with my both feet. The kick sends him tumbling (or flying?) backwards. There is now a fall of maybe 30 metres instead of the hill. My brother falls down. I'm afraid he got hurt so I go and see. Luckily he only fell for a few metres, down on a deck of a ship. I think I woke up somewhere at this point.

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