My Dream Journal

Spoiler for Dream plot:

A castle with zombies and pranking a teacher.

Coming soon

Spoiler for Dream plot:

A dream where a bad man chases three witches and a plot to make the ultimate evil.

I was running from the same man as my last dream (sometimes my dreams will sequel old dreams) I saw a vast blue ocean and did a I suppose reality check to make absoloutly sure this was a separate dream. (don't ask me how I just kind of knew) I flew over the ocean and saw the titanic as I knew it would be there. I pulled a chair up on deck feeling a bit like a copy cat to an old post here. I saw no one above. I guess they were all below deck. I willed an ice burg to appear. The ice burg was huge bigger then half the ship. I was afraid as the ship got closer thinking about chickening out but instead resolved to stay. The ship hit the ice burg and kind of merged through it. I could hear a creakening as the iceberg got closer and closer. I was just about to scream when the ship stopped just as my section at the back was about to hit the ice burg. I was glad I sat at the back. It was then I felt a sinking sensation and was soon floating on water.

I was running away from someone. I saw a small building in the middle on its own the size of a outdoor toilet. I stepped in and closed the door. I remembered how doors could be used for portals and determined that when I opened the door I would be in the 1900's anything to escape my pursuer. I opened the door to see everything in black and white as in an old movie. I walked until looking around I saw a deserted town where I was somewhere like a old petrol station. I thought of the Bomb task and told myself a bomb will explode. I was frantic waiting deciding between watching the bomb explode and feeling it. I was in a dillema. I decided to feel the bomb explode even though I was afraid of dream heat, I decided to feel the experience as I knew I wouldn't die and even though I was afraid of dream heat and pain I knew I wouldn't die and was curious of the sensations I would feel after reading some of the posts here. I stood at the station watching the centre where I knew the bomb was even though I couldn't see it. I told myself it was small and hidden. It was then the bomb exploded. I saw a Hugh of a yellow orange while still being aware of my surroundings. The Hugh got stronger and I felt a heat that wasn't so intense but the Hugh was pushing me away. It pushed me 2 miles. My pursuer was there. I ignored him flying against the heat determined to experience this explosion. When the bomb was finished being in the 1900's still I went to do the Hubble telescope task. I just told a man I was going to fix it. as he waved me off. I remembered I was still in the same dream and couldn't do another task. Oh well.

Surgery

I arrived in some kind of building with avatars from dream views. I had acquired Mel's avatar some how ,except I could see it as a whole person. I also noticed a picture of a purple men with a sword, painted on the outside wall. I did an RC check and levitated. I went into the next room, telling myself a men would have passed out. There I saw a passed out men. For some reason I believed I get extra points for removing all of his organs, especially his intestines. Though it was called something else in my dream, a insestined. So I told myself by removing his organs into the air i was curing him. I grabbed a scalpel near by. It was then I felt queasy. I told myself I needed to do this task. I grimaced and used the scalpel to draw a mortitionary line on him like in a movie I saw. I cut from belly button to half way up and cut either side to form a v shape. It was a bright red line that resembled blood but didn't bleed anywhere, as though he was dead.

The Samurai

It was then the man with a sword in the picture came to life and fired gun shots at me. I dodged side to side as I yanked the men's heart, lungs, kidney and intestines out determined to get as many points as possible. I remember thinking that I might have to hide this in a spoiler tag with warnings, gruesome violence. After I yanked everything out I went to leave. I stopped realising that butchering a men doesn't count as surgery. I then used the scalpel to jam the door to keep the purple men out. The door reminded me of a butchers fridge room door all black plastic. I put all the men's organs back inside him and closed the flaps of skin. I imagined staples stapling him back together. I slapped him and waited to see if he would wake up. I heard a voice "will the men wake up we will see next week." I groaned just as I saw the men lift his head and open his eyes.