Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am with a representative of Puma who seems to resemble a cross between
Bear Grylls and Mike Rowe. There is also an old lady there. They are doing an
experiment with Puma's newest shoe, the Cabana Racer, and the representative
gives the old lady a red and orange pair of Puma Cabana Racer shoes. I point
out that I am also wearing my white-black-grey pair and the representative gets
a smile on his face and says "aahh". The old lady puts on the red Pumas and
the test is going to be a race with a race car. The car is yellow and looks quite
fast. The old lady starts running and I run as well. The car is definitely not going
its full speed but it is not going slow either. Somehow we are keeping up with it
but we are not going faster than a normal running pace. We run through a city
for a while, the car had lost us a long time ago, and after a bit we stop, look at
each other, and the dream ends.

I am in an unfamiliar place. It is difficult to describe but there is a tall metal structure
with a ladder running up through it and clues to the next place to go. It's like a race only
the course unknown and this tower shows the path. I remember several of my friends
being in this race with me. We had to run around a building and I began running. I was
able to run normally and I started pacing myself so that I would be able to make it. The
person next to me went all out. I resisted the urge to match their speed, that they would
run out of breath and become tired. Sure enough, they did and I came around the building
first. but then one of my old high school teachers was there with a bunch of my friends
and she said something like "You have to wait". I forget what the reason was but making
it there so soon was for nothing. After that she let everyone go and I went back to the tower
climbed up and looked for the next "clue". I then suddenly found myself in some sort of lift
car sitting next to a couple of my friends. I was thinking of my crush and my one friend who
was sitting next to me said "Why do you like her and not me?". I think about this comment
but say nothing. We ride on the lift for a while longer and the dream ends.

I woke up and had pieces of the dream for a few seconds then lost it
No Recall

I am in my room and I intuitively know the backstory of this extremely strange
dream. At a certain interval of time, a different room, at random, in my house
will begin glowing bright blue. Furthermore, any person in the room at the time
would become a zombie of some sort. I seem to be the only person who knew this.
I looked out of my door and saw my parents' room light up. Moments later my dad
walks out and I slipped back in my room for fear of him seeing me. He went down
the stairs and into our dining room, as did my mother. I go down the steps after
them, making sure not to be seen. I as I come to the dining room, which is past
our computer room, I see the dining room light is on and my dad is sitting at his
spot at the table doing something, I can't tell what. My mother is cutting coupons
out of a magazine. I hear my brother coming and hide because I don't know if he is
infected or not. He walks by wearing a blue cape and drooling blue foam, somewhat
like rabies. He then leaves through the front door of the house. I hear a growl.
It is Chelsea, one of my two dogs and she is infected as well. I run and she chases
me. AFter a while, she runs out of breathe and turns back to normal. I think...
maybe outrunning them cures them. So I got my other dog to chase me and the same
thing happened. I realized that they were also a bit sluggish. Their stamina was
greatly reduced by whatever this was. So I went to the door and walked out. My
parents followed and I tried to run but it was like trying to run on the moon. I
managed to get away from my parents but then I encountered my brother at the bottom
of my driveway. He began chasing me and the dream ended.

I am in a forest but it is quite busy. This forest has many building and structures, the
most prominent of which is a shopping mall. I am in a building a good distance away from
this mall. It has a similar architecture but the purpose is much different. I am looking
for my friends from Indoor Percussion Ensemble at my high school. I think I came to this
building looking for them but they are not here so I decided to go check Somewhere else.
It takes a substancial amount of time to get anywhere because the buildings are all so far
appart. I go to the mall first. I go in and start looking. The mall is very interesting
architecturally. The oustide is, for the most part, cubic and there are ramps jutting out
from the bottom at every entrance. The ramps go to the ground and in the forest landscape
it looks extremely out of place, yet somehow, it fits. I go up one of the ramps into the
complex. I go up a set of steps. Everything is very professional looking. The marble floors,
modern stairs, and glass doors and partitions are quite well constructed and beautiful from
an architectural point of view. I cannot find my friends here so I leave and go to several
other buildings. After a long time of searching, I find someone I know and ask them if they
have seen the people from indoor. They say no, so I decide to check the mall again. I get
there after an even longer walk and go in. I go through the glass door and up the professional
looking stairs again. This time, I come up to a landing where I find several of my friends.
My friend, Peter, goes up to Canada to get some sort of high quality syrup. Two hours later,
he gets back with the syrup, and two speeding tickets. This is in Pennsylvania... We all
laugh about it and the dream ends.

As a segway from the previous dream, the cop who had come to his senses
bought plane tickets for me and some other people. I am not certain as to where
we were going. The next thing I remember, we were in seats taking off, but this
wasn't an ordinary plane. It looked like a fancy building on the inside and our group
were the only passengers. There was a fountain in the center and all the seats were
along the side on a balcony. I knew we were still on the plane because each side was
lined with windows and I could clearly see clouds. The people on the plane consisted
of my family, my best friend, my crush, and a friend from college who has never met
either of them. She seemed to be best friends with my crush. I did absolutely nothing
for a while, just joining in the conversation and such, then finally, it was time to land.
we all got in our seats and fastened the belts. Then there was a countdown of some
sort and we were almost landed when I woke up.

I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way,
disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me
for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my
driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason
the police are looking for me, and I'm like America's most wanted. So I run
as fast as I can into the woods but it's too late. The cop already saw me and
called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts
trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what
happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did
anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.

I remembered the dream for a while but had to go to my university's
computer science building to do my homework for programming II. Now
I can't remember enough of the dream to really write anything. All I know
is it wasn't lucid .

I am in the dining room of my best friend's house and he asks me if I want
to split the cost of a pizza. I said "What kind". He replied, "Everything". I
thought about it for a while, I'm stingy with money, and then decided that a
pizza would be good. I went up to my house to get something, my best friend
lives across the street from me so it's not far, I do not remember what I went
to get, but when I came back down, there was an african american guy there,
presumably a friend of his, and he was apparently upstairs sleeping. I asked
the friend why he would be sleeping and he replied, "I don't know I just came
for pizza". I suggested perhaps going up to wake him, but decided against it.
There was no pizza yet. Suddenly the dream snapped to my friend being in
the dining room tying his Pumas. I asked about the pizza, he said we probably
wouldn't do it. We went outside and quickly built two Go-Karts and decided to
drive them. The dream snapped to daytime on Rt 100 South. We were riding
along in Go-Karts, did not occur to me that they are not a street-legal vehicle,
and a lady in an SUV that went by "told us off" for being on the wrong side of
the road. We were riding on the right side and this is America so she was just
an idiot. After a while my friend and I came to these steps in the woods in the
middle of nowhere. They were like the steps made of wood 4X4s and backfilled
gravel/dirt you see in parks. We tried to ride the go-karts up these steps but they
seemed to gradually get steeper and eventually the go-karts wouldn't take it
anymore. We would have to push them, but before we go off the dream snapped
again to a different scene. We were in a cabin of some sort and there was a baby.
We had fed him celery and apparently it wasn't good for him, he started wheezing
and crying and a doctor came up and checked him out. The doctor said he had too
much cellulose, that he was losing blood and friction. It made sense at the time...

So I tried again and this time I heard several noises. Many different types of noises but there
was one thing common about them. They weren't external. In other words, I wasn't hearing them
with my ears. I could clearly tell they were all in my mind but they were ear-splittingly loud. The
first was like a train whistle. The second was a low hum. the third was a really badly played piano.
Then something that sounded like pacman dying. and another piano only it sounded a little better.
I'm positive this was early stage SP. I used a counting system but when I got up into the 400's I kept
losing track because I was really starting to drift off. I could feel it and was conscious of it. Pretty cool
shit . I can't wait for a LD.

I laid down to attempt a WILD, on my back, arms resting on my
stomach. I closed my eyes and began breathing slowly and deeply.
After what felt like about five minutes, I began to feel like I wasn't
getting enough air but I kept breathing slowly and deeply, trying to
ignoring the feeling. I then started to feel pressure in my lower jaw.
The pressure increased and moved up my face until there was a strong
feeling of pressure covering everywhere but my nose and eyes. I later
started feeling somewhat disoriented as if my arms were actually a
couple inches to the left of where they should have been. I noticed that
I couldn't really feel my arms at all. Every now and then I would get a
different sort of disorientation, like when you have just spun around
twenty times and the room is still spinning. I could feel my eyes twitching
and I thought I was close. But it never made it to full SP. It sort of just
stayed like that.

My dad and I go into an old looking cinder-block building where French
Creek Elementary school should be. It is a rather small building and there
is a chain-link fence along the side of the road. We go down the steps into
a sort of basement-like area. I somehow know this place was, in some way,
damaged and it belongs to a friend of my Dad's. I feel like we're looting
the place but my Dad says its okay. My Dad's friend comes down. He looks like
a classic contractor. Slightly heavyset but not really overweight, dirty white
shirt and blue jeans, and a beige tool belt around his waist. The man somewhat
resembled Al Borland from "tool time"?. He said hi to my dad and started helping
him go through the stuff that was salvageable. We only found one thing. It was
some sort of rectangular clear plastic piece with a bunch of clear plastic
components inside and an orange piece in the center. My Dad thanked his friend
and left with the piece. Suddenly, I got a sense of paranoia. I felt as if there
was some sort of impending danger, so I looked out the window at the top of the
room and I could just see several "gangsters" with guns climbing over the fence.
I decided to run for the fence. I got out and the gang was shooting at some other
innocent bystanders. I ran for the fence and one of them noticed me. Every time
he would shoot at me, I would run faster or skid to a halt and the bullet would
miss me. I finally reached the fence and tried to vault it. In real life, I would
have no problem doing this, but I got to the apex of the vault and sort of hung
there facing the ground. I managed to get down but by that time one of the gang
members had his gun trained on me. I don't remember what happened next but I
somehow had saved the life of the one who had had the gun on me and the two
remaining gang members offered to escort me up the hill to my house since they
had bicycles and I did not. ( The logic made sense in the dream ). So I started
walking up the hill with one in front and the other not to far behind. After
getting up around the bend, a car was coming from behind. I looked over and
my crush and her brother were in the car. I said that I knew them. The gangster
in front decided to ride in front of the car backwards and the car slowly pushed
him along, he did not fall over or anything. Then I woke up.

No Recall, I went back to sleep and had a dream I remember...

No Recall

My best friend has a ticket for a $200 flight simulation ride. At first
I am not going to go with him because it is too expensive, but I later
change my mind. I am on my driveway and my Dad is standing there and my
Mom is as well. I am leaving to go hang out with my friend and it is late
afternoon. My Dad is angry that I am leaving at this time and says "You
better be back in four hours". I replied "I'll be back in five" in a smart-ass,
spiteful sort of way. I go to hang out with my friend and the dream snaps to
the simulator. I am in some sort of biosphere flying in some sort of plane
but I cannot see a plane, it is like I am free-floating. My friend and I fly
around for a while then I wake up.