Dream: January 14, 2012 This was another one of my 9-day dreams, the dream that occurs once every nine days since I began blogging/journalling. Although more of my dreams were being remembered now, this one was particularly stark (reader's discretion advised). A dark tragedy unfolded in 1989: the Montreal Massacre, at the École Polytechnique in December of that year. The perpetrator was Marc Lépine, who went on a rampage against those he called 'feminists'. This time, he was still alive, had an accomplice, and that was me. I didn't know what the murderer really looked like, but the description seemed to fit. He uncocked his gun, shot fewer than a dozen people, who fell to the ground. That part would be blocked out from my memory, for I too was in shock. We ran onto some grounds, a mix between a university campus and a hospital. The perpetrator again pointed his gun, but this time some security guards ran out, using walkie-talkies to signal each other that there had been an incident nearby. One or two of them were female, blonde, but none of them knew of our presence. Other than the atrocities we were about to commit, it was a rather fine day, little or no snow on the grass, and not a cloud in the sky. We ran beside a concrete wall, in some type of enclosure. Marc lined up four adults: two men and two women; two Asians, one middle-eastern and one Caucasian. None of them seemed related. I stood to the side as the crime scene unfolded. The lights dimmed. It was a scary sight. One by one, he shot them with a semi-automatic revolver. Blood flowed from their faces, and they dropped to the floor. A short time later, I woke up, trying to remember what was going on. I had had some dreams before, in which a murder took place. Usually though, the person being pursued or killed was me. This time, though, I had actually been the accomplice to a murder. Never before had I been the actual murderer. Well, let's just hope it stays that way.
Setting: Bright, sunny day, comfortable day. Wide open area with sparse deciduous trees; the grass was well kept and green. An open park-like area with a white stone walkway. There was a small wood house near the path, I was outside the rear of this house when I gained lucidity. I was with one other person, whom I don't remember well at all. I do remember that this person was all about me being lucid and was down with my lucid shenanigans. I told him I wanted to set the house on fire. He apparently shared my complete disregard for the lives of the DCs inside, agreed, then informed me we didn't have any lighters. With a gleam in my eye I said (hoping to summon one) "Well, I've got one right here in my.. pocket!", reached inside... nothing. 'It's all about willpower' I thought. I remembered there were some shelves just outside the back of the house, so I walked around the corner (we were at the side), blindly reached up to the top shelf, and found a couple lighters. I applied the flame directly to the wood of the exterior of the house, and it caught fire astoundingly easily. I walked around to the side and lit it again. I remember the flame being absolutely gorgeous, but only recall this specifically when I was concentrating on it, trying to set the house on fire. By the time I set the side of the house on fire, the flames were leaping high about the roof from the rear. I then started down the path on foot, taking in all the scenery and verbally commanding the dream to increase lucidity and clarity, it worked.
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