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I remember two dreams from last night. In the first one, I'm inside an old house. There's a man in one of the rooms doing something that the rest of us are trying to stop; conducting some sort of experiment or something like that. I don't remember what he's doing, only what the outcome is. Suddenly there are all of these insects in the walls. They're visible because it's like the sheetrock is transparent and you can see the wires and wall frame. The insects look like a swarm of bees and they're moving through the walls from the exterior to the interior of the house. Suddenly the lights go out and it's pitch black inside. A man's voice tells me, "Don't worry; they're going after him.", meaning the man in the room. Apparently, whatever he is doing is attracting the bugs to him. I feel some of the bugs crawl across me but they don't attack. I sense that to me, they're harmless. But the man in the room, I hear him start to scream. About a minute later, the lights come back on and we run to the room where the man had been. When we get there, all we see is a giant swarm of insects beginning to disperse and die. Within seconds, they're all dead and lying on the floor. I can now get a good look at them and realize they're not bees because their bodies and wings are longer and thinner. A man, perhaps the same one who told me earlier not to worry, calls me over and shows me little vials of blood that they have extracted from each of the insects and tells me that they apparently drained all the blood from the man's body before consuming it.

In my next dream, I'm in a cemetery and there's a funeral going on. I'm sitting with some of my family behind a grave that appears to belong to Leonard Nimoy. Besides his name on the headstone, there are photos of him and flowers and momentos laying around. But it's not his funeral because in the dream, I know I've been to his grave before. The funeral appears to be for William Shatner. His grave is just in front of Nimoy's and there is a similar collection of photos, flowers and momentos around it. I am a bit shocked by this because I didn't even know that William Shatner was ill; I thought he was in good health. Then the thought occurs to me that if he had been sick and lost some weight, he would look more like Captain Kirk from the original Star Trek series and that could be a good thing. Off to the side, one of my relatives is pointing out that Zsa Zsa Gabor's name appears on several of the headstones in the cemetery. Someone speaks up and says, "She married your uncle." Apparently, the names of the parents are on the headstones and that's why her name appears on more than one.

I'm disappointed that I did not pick up on any of the obvious clues that this was a dream. Zsa Zsa Gabor never married anyone in my family and both Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner are alive and well in the real world.

Good morning, everybody.

I'm not quite sure whether the first dream isn't actually two dreams. The part in the bar may have been one dream, and the rest may have been another dream. I wrote it as one dream, since I don't remember waking up between scenes. But it may actually have been two dreams.

Dream #1

I was sitting with a few girls in a dark bar. The only light may have been from little, multi-colored lights like Christmas lights, except seeming a bit softer, and, at the same time, more neon-colored. My whole view seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

I was waiting for some girl. But apparently she was really late. I may have started to think that she wasn't going to show up. I pushed my chair backwards and away from the table, as if my chair had wheels on it.

I moved past a number of tables. The tables seemed to be half-booth tables, where one side of the seats is a booth, set against the wall, and the other side is moveable chairs. I stopped moving backwards when I got to a table full of office women, maybe in their late thirties.

The office women seemed to be flirting with me. I thought they were all attractive. So I thought I might flirt back. Maybe one of them would hook up with me.

But now I was moving my chair forward, back to the girls I had been sitting with. As soon as I got back to the table, a girl sat right in my lap.

The girl wasn't skinny, but she was pretty. She had pale, smooth skin and longish, brown hair, all done up, like she was going to the prom. She wore a satiny, pale-chocolate-brown mini-dress with silvery, swirly designs on it. The designs may have been glittery.

The girl, I somehow knew, had been upset because someone hadn't shown up. I thought that this person was supposed to go on a date with the girl. But the person may also have been the girl's father.

The girl and I were now snuggling against each other pretty passionately. I figured I must have been snuggling with the girl to make her feel less bad about having been ditched by the other guy. After a moment, the girl broke off from snuggling with me. My view was all foggy, like someone had been kissing a camera lens.

I figured the girl was going to come back. But I didn't know if, once she came back, I could really commit to being with her. After all, wasn't I waiting for some girl here?

But the other girls at the table were looking at me. It was pretty plain they thought that I was already thinking of this girl as my new girlfriend. One of the girls handed me some kind of present, like a congratulations gift for getting a new girlfriend.

The gift was like some clear, plastic tubing made to look like a rose. There was a main stem, two small, leaf-like stems branching off of that, and then a clear, plastic rose-blossom (which was more like a bud) at the top.

All through the tubing and in the rose-blossom/bud were little lights, like LEDs. The stem may have had blue or green LEDs. The blossom/bud either had blue or purple LEDs.

I thought, getting a gift like this, that I couldn't back out of being the girl's boyfriend now.

I was now sitting out on a bench with an older man and another person. The other person may have been a man, or it may have been my mom. If it was a man, it was probably like my mom's old boyfriend, who was now standing up as a kind of character reference for me with the man.

The man was the girl's father. Apparently I needed the girl's father's approval before my relationship got too heavy with the girl. The father was kind of tall, overweight, with greying hair in a kind of feathery, old-style cut. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

It was night, but we were sitting in the father's backyard, right near the house, under an incandescent porch light. There seemed to be a huge, tent-like structure right in front of us, possibly big enough to be taking up a good portion of the backyard.

The father and the other person were talking relaxedly about some stuff that seemed a bit over my head, like "adult talk."

I stood up and walked over to the tent. I went inside. The tent was lit by incandescent light. The inside had solid, plasticky, but thin walls. The top of the structure kind of pointed upward in a pyramid shape, like circus tents do in cartoons. The top was made of tent-like fabric. There was no floor -- just bare soil.

The father and the other person walked into the tent. Somehow, from the conversation, perhaps, I came to understand that this structure was the outer housing for a nuclear reactor. The reactor was now going to be built.

I was here, I now knew, to get a job from the father, who was in charge of building the reactor. I needed a job, since I was going to get into a pretty serious relationship with the father's daughter. After talking with the other person a little more, the father said that I could have a job helping to build the nuclear power plant.

It was now daytime. I was still in the structure, as if no time had passed. But now the structure was a lot taller and bigger: as big as a small warehouse. The ceiling had all kinds of metal piping in it, and it seemed to be separated by a couple of meters from the tops of the walls. There was a guy in a hard-hat, suspended by a wire, working on something between the ceiling and walls.

I somehow knew there was at least one other structure like this. But there may have been two other structures. One of the structures may have been a lot more developed than this one. It may already have had a reactor built inside of it. (I think I was visualizing a cooling tower *inside* this structure.)

The person who'd been talking with the father was now gone. The father may have been around for a second, but now he was gone, too. It was implied that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, so that I should get to work. But I didn't know any of my co-workers, and I was really shy.

Suddenly there was a big explosion. There were a couple other people in the structure with me. Apparently the explosion had come from one of the other structures. We needed to assess the situation. We ran outside.

The area was like a big, vacant dirt lot. But at the end of the lot, maybe 50 meters from the structure I'd been in, was a little shelter like a doorless shelter where farm vehicles could be parked.

I was hardly even outside when I noticed that everybody else was already over in the shelter across the way, putting on raditation suits. There were three or four men in a line, all young, Asian men. They all wore white masks over their mouth and nose.

The men were in different stages of putting on the suits. The suits were yellow, thick, and rubbery. The men had stood into them, apparently, as they lay crumpled on the ground. They'd then pull the yellow suits all the way up over their heads, then zip the suits up. The suits may have had red boots.

I may actually have flown to the shelter to get there faster. I don't think I stopped flying. Instead, still floating, I was looking for a free suit. I saw a couple suits lying crumpled up on the floor, waiting for people to stand into them. So I thought they were available. But looking closer, I noticed they had some men's clothes in them. So, apparently, they were already taken.

I "knew" that there were more suits in an underground storage area just across the lot from this shelter. So I jumped up maybe four or five meters in the air and flew over to the shelter.

The shelter was in an area at the edge of some hillside or canyon. The hillside looked out over a lot of green, rolling hills, like in some kind of juniper- or pinyon-strewn desert. The sky was pale grey. But the horizon was filled with low-hanging, dark grey clouds.

The underground shed was fenced off from everything else by a two-meter-tall wooden fence, which was kind of old and greying. The doors to the underground shed were just like the doors to an old cellar. Their wood was also old and grey, kind of messy.

I lifted up the doors once and looked down into the underground shed. It was really dark and messy. I thought I probably wouldn't be able to find anything down there, let alone a radiation suit. I was also afraid that if I went down there, something would jump up and attack me.

The doors must have fallen shut, because I had to open them again. Only now they were a lot bigger and heavier, though still made out of old, greying wood. They also seemed to be set into a large, heavy, concrete circle.

I needed to get both doors open in order to go inside, but I could only get one door open at a time. I had to fly to lift the doors -- they were either too tall or too heavy for me to lift otherwise. But as soon as I'd get one side open, the other side would fall shut. It somehow reminded me of how I'd get frustrated as a kid, not being able to fold the flaps of a cardboard box.

I may have stood on the ground for a moment, taking some time to figure out how to do this the right way. I looked out at the hillside and grey sky.

I suddenly saw, maybe only 250 meters away, a red and blue passenger plane, a big jumbo jet, flying up into the air rather clumsy. I then noticed that the plane's right wing was entirely gone. The plane seemed to be smoking. I tried to remember whether I'd heard any explosion.

The plane seemed to be trying to pull into the air. In fact, it was pointing almost straight up. But it wasn't going anywhere. It was just bobbing in the air, maybe 100 or 200 meters up in the air.

I kept waiting for some kind of explosion. I figured it the wing had blasted off without an explosion, then something deeper had happened that would work its way out in a huge explosion.

It seemed now like the plane was trying to land. The airport the plane had come from was nearby, across a couple sets of rolling hilltops from the fenced-off area that I was in. The plane was still pointed up in the air, but it seemed to be bobbing back over to the airport.

The plane made a final descent into the airport. But it was still pointing nose-up. I couldn't see it as it descended behind the red-brick walls of the airport (???).

But the plane now seemed to be almost as big as the airport. As it descended -- crashed -- tail-first on the tarmac, it exploded in a big fireball, which only got bigger as the rest of the plane was consumed. A huge fireball now burst up over the tops of the airport's building.

But the exploding airplane was causing other explosions at the airport. I figured these were other planes, exploding from the heat and flames from the first plane's explosion. Soon a huge wave of fire was tearing through the airport. The entire airport was on fire!

Somehow I saw a set of doors at the airport -- as if the airport were now only 50 meters or so away from me. The flames had passed an area, although there was still a lot of brown smoke. The doors around this area were like doors in some sort of theme park or shopping center themed like the Old West.

A husband and wife ran out from one of the doors. They felt, I knew, that now that the flames had passed, they could make a run from the airport. They probably felt that if they stayed at the airport any longer, they'd risk getting caught in a second wave of flames.

So they ran away from the airport. They saw me in the fenced-off area with the underground shed. I waved them in.

The couple was maybe in their early fifties. They looked like they were maybe upper-middle class. The woman may have been pale skinned and a bit overweight, with frizzy, blonde hair. The man was compact but strong, tan, with short, wiry, grey-white hair. He wore a black polo shirt and, possibly, khaki shorts.

The couple may have told me what they had just gone through and that they were trying now to get to safety. I understood that what they meant was that they wanted to get back to their house.

I didn't know where the couple's house was. But I knew that there was a main road farther along the hillside. There were also a really big shopping center and people who could conveniently get the couple a car to get wherever they wanted to get.

But to get the couple to this place, I'd have to fly them there. I thought I could fly both of them there. But I'd have to lift them into the air one at a time. This was more to make sure that each of them wouldn't be afraid of heights as I flew them over the hills.

I *think* I lifted the woman into the air first. But we barely got off the ground before the woman got terribly afraid. I landed again. The woman ran over to some corner of the fenced-off area that had a little outdoor structure like a tool-shelf and work-counter, all made of old wood. The woman wouldn't leave that area. She was hysterical with a fear of heights.

(If it *was* the woman. It may have been the man.)

I now tried to lift the man (? or woman?) into the air. But I found that I couldn't fly up into the air with the man. He was way too heavy. This was surprising to me, as usually my flying had the effect of cancelling out gravity, so that everything I flew with weighed nothing. But the man wasn't losing any weight. He was still heavy.

Dreams #2

I was apparently telling people about a precognitive vision I'd had. It had to do with some kind of nuclear reactor, which looked more like a big piece of old factory equipment, with cogs and gears and cranks and wheels.

I was probably telling two people about my vision. The people may both have been women. They may have been wearing white lab coats.

I told the people that this particular reactor was different than almost other reactors, because two crank-wheels, which, in other machines, were set outside the reactor, were, in this model, set inside the housing of the reactor.

In my mind's eye I could see a small, steel door that opened up to get inside this "reactor" (or huge piece of old-time factory equipment). The inside was mostly gears, all tightly-packed, lit with a kind of dim, incandescent light. There were two crank-wheels, one in front of the other.

I told the people that the problem wasn't actually with the crank-wheels, but with a pane of glass either between or off to the (left --my left (?)) side of the wheels.

This pane of glass had a problem with it. It was forming, inside of itself, red streaks. The red streaks actually looked like drops of blood.

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Recently some of the abilities I can confidently use in lucid dreams have appeared in my non-lucid dreams.
I occasionally find myself using them without thinking or realizing that I am in fact dreaming.
The most common ones I use are "Fire" and "dragon eyes".
They're both abilities I associate with dragonic powers in my lucid dreams.
Creating and manipulating fire is rather straightforward, using the dragon eyes not so much.
If a DC looks into my eyes whilst I have the "dragon eyes" open, I can order the DC to perform any action and he will obey.
This works with most DC's, except those who seem unnaturally strong. (those who present themselves as other dreamers or other conscious entities)


I'm at university, attending some kind of lecture.
The dean enters the classroom and asks if I can come with him.
This doesn't really surprise me, I sometimes help the school with some stuff, I assume it's about something related to that.
I get up and follow him.
He opens his office. There's 3 men inside wearing suits... weird.
He closes the door without entering.

"Mr. Zimmer?"
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Indeed you can, we're from the FBI."
"Oh? What brings you to Germany?"
"You do, Mr. Zimmer... Or should I call you 'Hyu'?"

I'm confused and feel horribly uncomfortable, as if I had committed some sort of crime.
But I know I have not. Yet I am Hyu, but how do they know? It's the nickname I use on the internet, is this related to some of my online activities?
It's the Fbi, they have no jurisdiction here.
I try to remain calm.

"Mr. Zimmer is fine. Please explain yourself, what do you want from me?"
"We want you to come with us."
"I'm afraid I'll need an explanation before I'm going anywhere, you have no jurisdiction here."
"Indeed, we do not."

The agent pulls out a gun and points it at my chest.
I freak out as he pulls the trigger and I feel the pain of something penetrating my skin.
What the heck? This wasn't a bullet! He shot me with a tranq gun.
My body goes numb and I fall to the ground...


... I regain consciousness. It's cold...
The room I'm in is dark and moist.
I'm wearing nothing but underpants, and I am constrained on a metal chair.
The metal is really cold... and it reeks. I'm scared.
I try to move my arms, but I can barely move them a few millimeters.
They are chained to the chair at multiple locations.
I start panicking and try to pull myself loose.

But I quickly understand that there is no way that is going to happen.
My legs are chained in the same way my arms are, there are multiple belts as well, keeping my body constrained to the chair.
The system is so solid and complex that I can't even turn my head.
Fuck!

I try to calm down. I need to think.

Someone enters the room... he's wearing a doctors outfit... it's full of blood stains... fuck fuck fuck.
He studies a chart and then approaches me.
He turns on a spotlight attached to his headband, which blinds me.

"Who are you???"
"..."
"Where am I?!"
"..."

He doesn't give a shit and completely ignores me.
At first I think that he'll inject me with a huge syringe, but he actually proceeds to drain blood from my left arm.
He's fucking disgusting. He smells horribly, as if he hasn't showered for weeks, and he doesn't look any better than he smells.

Fuck this!

I try to channel energy in order to set him on fire... but it fails miserably.
Red lights on bracelets on my arms start flashing... and that's it... nothing happens. There is no fire.
I realize the bracelets have tubes that feed into my arms... what the fuck?

"Heh. Stupid shit. You're not going to use fire magic for a long time."
"Guard! We're taking him with us. I want him to see something..."

A guard enters the room and unlocks some of the chains.
He then forces me to stand up and follow the doctor.
The chains around my body are still massive. It's a complex setup of massive steel locks.
The whole apparatus is heavy, I have a hard time walking with all the weight I have to carry.
There's no way I'll be able to resist.

I am brought into a room similar to the one I was held in.
There's 2 prisoners inside.
A girl and a guy, both about my age.
I quickly realize that the girl is dead.
It looks like she died of blood loss, which she lost through her eyes.
How horrible!

The guy seems quite scared. He looks at me, and I can see the desperation in his eyes.
He knows he is going to die.

The doctor approaches him. He is going to inject him with the blood he's taken from me... why?

"They're going to kill me... just like they killed the girl."
"Your blood killed her."

The doctor intervenes: "Shut your mouth."
But knowing what's going to happen to him, he doesn't care.

"If there's anything you can do... do it."
"They will torture you until they find a way to extract your abilities... and after that they'll have no more use for you."

Fuck... if this is true... I have to act now... but how? I can't do shit with these bracelets.
The doctor gets ready to insert the needle into his arm.
I can feel the adrenaline pumping...

...

The bracelets... they prevent me from using fire...

"Hey doc!"
"Shut it!"
"You know, this is not going to work, you can't transmit the fire genes like that..."

I'm pulling this out of my ass... I just need him to look me in the eyes before he performs the injection.
Maybe they don't know what I can do if someone looks into my eyes, maybe they only know about the fire.

"... Those tricks are not going to work. Don't waste my time."
"Don't inject him and I'll tell you how to transfer my powers..."
"... I've actually got them from someone else, I wasn't born with them."

This is never going to work...
He turns around and looks at me.
Or maybe it will?

"Bullshit!"
"Look me in the eyes, do I look like I'm lying to you? My fucking life is on the line."

And he does.
Got you!

I open the dragon eyes and stare right into his soul.
I can see every bit of evil inside of him. What a disgusting and horrible person.
He tries to resist, so I push it.
His eyes turn bloody... he won't be able to take this for long.
I need to hurry up.
I order him with my mind.

"Undo the bracelets!"

He approaches me like a puppet and begins deactivating the bracelets.
The guard notices and freaks out, yelling at the doctor to stop.
But he doesn't... he can't even hear the guard, he can only hear the overwhelming voice of my mind.
The guard pulls out his gun, but it's too late.
The bracelets are off.

The concentrated fire bullet I just launched at him hits him in the head and splits his skull.
He drops to the ground dead.

"PLEASE! Help me! I can get us out!"
"I know the way, and I can open the doors."

I don't have a choice, I have no idea where I am.
He's wearing bracelets as well.
I concentrate some fire onto them and they stop working.
He closes his eyes and all the locks on his and my constraints unlock at once.

"I control electricity. I can control most electrical devices."
"That's useful..."

I spot a small red led at the top of the room... fuck... a camera.

"We need to get out. Now!"

He gets up and we start running.
The corridor outside the cell leads straight to a big steel security door.
He opens it with his ability. It starts lifting upwards.

But behind it, a whole armed task force is waiting for us.
In panic, I prepare to set them all on fire, but it seems my new buddy got this.
With a simple hand motion, he creates an electromagnetic field dragging all their equipment towards the ground.
The belts of their machine guns prevent them from getting back up and we just run past them.

This guy is amazing. He locks all doors around us, except for the ones we need to escape.
We encounter little resistance on our way out since everyone is locked in other rooms.
Finally we reach an elevator and get inside.

Apparently we're at level "-28" which is also the lowest level.
Where the fuck are we.
It goes all the way up to "0", which is where we are going.

The elevator doors open and we get out.
We're in a rather small room, with some sort of reception and a big steel door which presumably leads outside.
I can see a nuclear warning sign on it... I see. We are in an old nuclear bunker.
A girl working the reception freaks out once she spots us and grabs a phone.

"Do yourself a favor and don't bother..."

I feel more confident now that we're nearly out. I'm not really that scared anymore.
She drops the phone and puts her arms in the air.

"Good girl."

My new friends opens the door with a wave of his hand and the bright light from outside blinds me.
We step out, not seeing anything, but then my vision normalizes...

"Fuck..."
"Yes. I thought you knew how to get out?"
"We are out. But I had no idea where the fuck this facility actually was..."
"Well shit..."

We're in the middle of the desert.
You can see extremely far from where we are, but there's nothing to see but sand.
Never ending sand and the fucking door leading back into the nuclear bunker.

Armed forces stream out of the bunker pointing their machine guns at us.
There's a guy in a suit with them, presumably the leader of whatever is going on in the bunker.

... Hold on a second... I can teleport, can't I?
Or... wait... WHAT THE FUCK?

I'm angry... I'm properly mad.

"WHAT IS THIS SHIT?"

The guy I escaped with is confused.

"What?"
"THIS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

I'm so pissed. How did I not notice.
I need to unleash some of this anger...
I approach the guy in the suit.

Everyone starts shooting at me, emptying their magazines, but the bullets just bounce off me.
What do they expect? I'm lucid, they can't do shit.

I grab the guy by his neck and lift him off the ground.

"If you meet my subconscious, kindly ask it: 'What the fuck?'"

I set him on fire. The flames are purple, and so strong that he immediately disintegrates, not even leaving behind any ashes.
In my anger I call out to Faye, associating her with my subconscious and thus as someone responsible for this nightmare.

"FAYE!"

She appears and immediately makes me a sign to let her say something first.

"I didn't do this Hyu. This is not my fault. It wasn't me."
"Then who did?"
"No one... nightmares don't work like that..."

I finally manage to calm down.
And then I realize something rather important.

"Sorry Faye... I didn't mean to be angry at you."
"And I get it now. This is actually a positive experience, not a negative one."
"Aha! How so?"
"If I had this same nightmare and I wasn't lucid dreaming, I wouldn't have been able to break free from it."
"The habits I've acquired in lucid dreams have helped me to escape from this nightmare, and from many others before."

She smiles in agreement.

I feel a lot better, somewhat refreshed actually.
Beating a nightmare feels good. I feel strong, like I have an ability that most people don't.
The dream fades away...

Evolventity's Dream

September 24, 2011

(Regular Dream, Fragments) Fell asleep by 1:30AM, woke up at 12PM.
-I'm in my backyard during mid day. On the other side of the fence, where a creek flows, there are huge blooms and foilage of blue hydrangeas. I wan't to pick some to begin rooted cuttings.

-I'm standing high on a structure trying to snip leaves from the mulberry tree in my backyard. I wanted to start rooted cuttings but was instead trying to pinch the tree. I was looking for it's proto leaves when I found some small black seeds. I grabbed the seeds and came down.

-A line of people are present. I think they're speaking out against homosexuals. The muscular Caucasian man at the end of the line is speaking. When looking at each other directly, he then appears in a blender. I blend his body down starting at his feet. The blender fills up as I reach the base of his neck. I pulse it a couple times. The blades go around his neck bone. I proceed a little too far, noticing some fragments of bone has been chipped off into the rest of my smoothie. The top of his head was nicked and dripped some blood. I stop blending. I take the pitcher to the sink and dump his head out. I use a spatula to take off the excess bone and blood, but I end up pouring the rest of the smoothie out anyway. What a waste.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a crowd somewhere, when I felt a prodding at my back. I got away from it, because I knew it was someone trying to stab me; they had been at it for a long time. I had no idea who this person was; they had been very elusive. I actually had a scar on my back from where they did stab me once already. I remember mentioning the prodding to someone.

Then, I was in my bed at home. It was nighttime. Someone was laying with me, though I can't remember who. I was laying down, when I felt a sharp stab into my lower back. It had come from the mattress, like the perpetrator was under my bed. I could visualize the puncture in my back; it was small but deep, right on my spine, and was definitely bleeding.

After getting that wrapped up and doctored a little, I remember running my hand across my lower back. I could feel the scar from the previous stabbing, which was only a few inches from where the new injury. It felt like a cigarette burn scar, or something to that effect.

I was then in a crowded room again. I think it was some sort of dance or party. At any rate, I spotted someone at the edge of the room, away from all the others. He was a short Indian or Middle Eastern-looking guy who was about my age. He was holding up a silver metal...something...

And then I saw it. A blade popped out of the top. It was a box cutter. This was the guy who had been stabbing me! I said
"You."
He looked at me. He had had no idea that I had been there watching him for a bit. He took off to run, and I chased him. He tried to go up some stairs and through a door, but I caught him and tried to wrestle the box cutter away from him, and finally succeeded.

~

I was on a school bus with a bunch of other people, heading to some gathering. I remember my boss, her daughter-in-law Shannon, and her grandson Hudson being there. Shannon's blonde hair was much longer than it is now in waking life. Her and Hudson were sitting behind me, and I think my boss was beside me. We were with some other people too, though I can't remember who. My boss wanted me to give Hudson a snack, so I rummaged through a bag to find the snacks. I pulled something out and offered it to him, but he didn't want it. My boss told me to try the Cheerios. I found the bag of Cheerios, but there were only like 7 or 8 Cheerios in the bag. I started to give them to Hudson. He took the first one and said
"This is the best Cheerio!"
I then just handed him the bag.

We were then out of the bus at our destination. It was like we were in a big, open Colosseum with a dirt floor. It was nighttime outside. I feel like we were there to battle something. I remember we had to take a break, but I don't recall what we were doing before and after the break. All I can remember is us huddled in a group talking to one another, probably strategizing. I also remember seeing my boss's shirt, and thinking it might be see-through, hoping it wasn't, and then looking back and seeing that it really wasn't. She was wearing the weirdest clothing; a dark shirt under a grey and white-striped tank top (resembling one of my own in waking life) that was too small for her.

I was in a dorm of some sort, and a school. Preparing for something, saw my light-colored pants in the cabinet. Outside, we were playing volleyball. Then I have to go somewhere. I prepared two knives. I inserted them into my nails, one on one toe and the other on one finger. Somehow, I realized a problem with that, and I pulled out the knife out of my fingernail, and it has a lengthy "tail," or the area that was inserted under the fingernail for it to hold properly. I felt aghast, and saw the red blood starting to come out.

Then I looked at the one on my toe, and decided to leave it there, because I can use it to kick attackers. Mood is gloomy.

NOTE: When I woke up, found my only remaining pants is a light-colored one.

1st dream:
I had this dream I was in a Nancy drew computer game-that doesn't exist-as Nancy Drew. I was in a big old-fashion kitchen in a house in I think Californa and though a door to a study I was talking to someone and the words "Don't go up to Silcone Valley" and I asked "Why? Don't tell me the other criminals are there?" then the woment laughed evily (she laughed so evily that my real's self ears were rininng with the laugh) . Then I was wobbly roller-skaing as Nancy w/ George and Bess behind me and they told me to be carefully-since they could see something I couldn't...a boulder that was moving NOT of its own free will. The boulder somehow missed me but I ended up knocking into a tree. I was alright. But then I went into the cliff but this time I had to put a werid shape rock (tringale) into a slot in the cliff and the inside of the cliff looked like my elementary school that-no-longer-exists' gym and it was getting ready for a banquet or something and me still with roller skates on I was skating accross it in the kind of Home Alone way.. trying to crash into anyone. But one of the people who I saw was my church's parish nurse.

second dream:
I was in a bunk of an old-fashion ship that was moving. I had a lamp similar to Aladdin's lamp and I was either the owner or protecting it. My right arm for some reason was bleeding (something to do with the lamp. I think the unseen villain's henchmen cut some skin off before the dream started). I know I was trying to hide or something from the unseen villain who was also aboard the ship.

3rd dream:
I had this dream last night I was a very young girl. I was sent to a boarding school. The boarding school from the inside looked like a castle because it was made of stone (and it was a co-ed boarding school). The first thing that happened was I met the headmaster of it. He told me a bunch of the school's rules but this was the one that got me---No vitams allowed. I then left the room. Somehow the bookcase behind the desk killed the headmaster by moving. I was at supper next. When eating supper the ghost of the headmaster appear (no the school wasn't Hogwarts) and everyone could see the ghost. Then we were all suppose to go downstairs (we were upstairs to eat?) to watch something and me and some new friends (one was a boy a couple of years older who looked a bit like The Secret Garden's Dickens) and he and one other kid help me take my vitams in secret. But to toss my water (from my cup) out the window "Dickens" hold me up to the window.

Had this one last night, really weird. Includes Britt, Laura, Dani, Niki, and myself.

So I'm at my old house on that dead end street again, and I'm in the living room with my dog (he's a wiener dog). I'm petting him while he's knawing on his basketball toy, when I hear this sound coming from outside, under the window facing the driveway. The best I can describe it is someone sucking jello through a straw, mixed with a dying animal and chewing. It was really gross. I stood up and tried to look out the window to see what it was, but that didn't work. Suddenly my stepmom came stampeding into the living room shouting about something or other, looking really freaked out. She scooped up my dog and said we had to leave town, and went out the back door. I followed her asking why as we walked down the driveway, heading to the street where my car was parked. When we got to where the noise came from my stepmom stopped walking and looked down at the ground. There was a look of pure horror on her face, and she started to cry. I took this chance to snatch my dog from her. She plopped down on the ground and started poking whatever was there, muttering something about "the spiders". Somehow I knew what she meant by that, and started to get really scared. I didn't want to look at what was on the ground, but I felt I had to. I took a quick glimpse, and saw the body of a small dog, or what used to be one. (Don't know where this dog came from; I only had one.) It looked like it used to be a pit bull, but was shrunken down to the size of a chihuahua. All of it's flesh, blood, and organs had been "sucked" out of it, leaving only a pile of bones vacuum-wrapped in it's skin. Also, what used to be the head was nearly separated from the rest of the body. I knew this had been the work of a spider, and started hustling to my car.

(Random 'facts' I knew about the situation that I was thinking about as I was going to my car: 1) In this world, there are grey/black spiders the size of your hand. They are growing in numbers and slowly taking over the Earth. 2) The spiders are really hard to kill, but can easily kill you. 3)The spiders attack you by jumping on your neck, biting you, and sucking everything up, like a vampire dust buster thingy. Then they crawl inside the wound and eat everything else. 4) In some rare cases the spiders don't eat the flesh of humans; instead they kill them, enter their brain, and control them like zombies. 5) In order to escape the spiders, I needed to leave where I was and head south, FAST.)

Once I got to my car, I put my dog in the back, along with a big duffel bag of stuff I suddenly had with me. There was already a bunch of stuff in my car. It like we had already planned an evacuation, but didn't want to leave until we were sure the spiders were going to invade. I got in the driver's seat. My stepmom, who had managed to snap out of it, went in the passenger seat. I really hated her (I do in real life, too), but I wasn't mean enough to abandon her in the spider apocalypse. (At this point my thoughts turned to the "past": my dad had died from fighting the spiders; somehow my stepmom and I decided to ignore the fact that we hated each other, and just stick together to better survive the spider-thing. You know, like how when people are stranded on a desert island, they're sort of forced to work together or die.) I started driving off. While I was driving I noticed the whole town looked really spooky. All the trees were dead and black, and the grass was yellow and patchy, mixed with dry dirt. There was nobody outside at all, except some dead bodies. There were no lights on, anywhere. Everything looked really run-down and crappy. All the cars were rusty and junky (broken windows, doors left open, flat tires, turned over, crashed, etc.) and were just lying around wherever, while the houses were abandoned and destroyed (broken windows, doors open, nasty shingles, empty, etc.). The sky was sepia tone (which is cool because the sky really was like this one day), but I couldn't see the sun or any clouds. I drove for a while before my stepmom started telling me some directions to a "safe house". We stopped at a building that was once white, but now almost grey. It looked like a trailer home without the wheels, or windows. We went up to the door, and my stepmom knocked. A lady answered the door; she was tall and skinny, with greasy black hair pulled back into a pony tail. She wore way too much makeup, but her eyes still looked sunken in and tired. Oh, and she wore orange shorts and a white shirt. "Hiii, welcome to Hooters!" she said. I gave my stepmom a "WTF" look as we went inside. The Hooters lady closed the door. Not only did the building look like a trailer home on the outside, but it did on the inside too. It was really long to my left and right, but so narrow that I could barely turn around. There was nasty, thin carpeting on the floors, and nothing on the walls. Besides some other random people lying in the hall, the only thing there was a round wooden table with a pile of wadded blankets on it. The Hooters lady went to the table and grabbed a ragged, thin blue blanket. "Will you be sleeping here tonight?" I wondered why she was still acting like this place was a restaurant; it didn't look like one, and I doubted she had any food to serve us. My stepmom said yes, and so the lady led us down the hall to the left until she got to a door. She opened it up and threw the blanket inside, let us go in, and then closed the door. There wasn't any light, so it was hard to see, but I knew there was a bunch of people in this room too. I 'went to sleep', and woke up the next day. I went out of the room to try and find the Hooters lady to pay her, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to ask my stepmom what to do about this, but I couldn't find her either. I decided I would just leave, since my stepmom was probably dead, and I didn't want to hang back and get killed myself.

I got in my car and drove until the sky was blue again, and there was plant life/people around me. I got off the road, stopped at a motel (it was white on the outside, but I didn't see the name of it), and got a room. The guy led me to my room, explaining I'd have to buddy up with someone because they didn't have any open rooms, with everybody trying to escape the spiders. He opened the door for me, gave me my key, and left. There were two twin beds in the room, with a window in the middle and white walls (like my dorm room, except plainer looking and sorta junky). To my surprise, the other person in the room was my friend Brittany. We were both surprised to see each other, and happy we had both survived the spiders. I asked her where the rest of her family was; she was quiet for a few seconds, and instead of answering, she showed me around the room. She had some clothes in the sliding door closet next to the door, and some bags/clothes around her bed. It was sort of cluttered, but that's to be expected. (It's hard to be organized when you're on the run from spiders, and have to live with everything you own in a motel room.) She told me she'd been living here for a while, and that it was really safe, and the people running the hotel didn't even charge anyone because it was a safe house now. I set down my one bag next to my bed (which only had one old sheet on it), and went back to my car to get the rest of my stuff. Once I had everything inside the room, it was even more cluttered, but we could still walk around easily enough. My dog suddenly appeared in the room, which is weird because I lost track of him for a while there. I was about to close the door, when suddenly a gray spider ran through. Britt and I screamed. I just so happened to have a crowbar in my hand, so when it jumped at me, I whacked it really hard. It made a 'crack' sound, and blood spattered everywhere. The spider flew over to the window, but disappeared when if fell in our junk.

I shut the door all the way and locked it. We knew the spider was only stunned because I had hit it with a blunt object, so we had to find it and kill it before it woke up. I started searching for the spider while Britt looked for a sharp object. While we searched we were freaking out. I said, "Where did that come from?! I thought this was a spider free area! Are they migrating that fast?!" Britt said, "Dude I don't know! Just find it! Maybe it hitched a ride on somebody's stuff when they came here? Like somebody didn't look over their shit properly or something?" Britt pulled out an old rusty handsaw from somewhere. It had a red handle, and all the teeth were worn off, but it was still sharp. She demonstrated how we would properly kill the spider when we found it. "I think it might have fallen below the window," she said. I moved some of my stuff from below the window, and found the grey spider. It was just lying there, still stunned. Britt rushed over with the handsaw, put it on the spider, and pushed down. I helped push too. We managed to cut the spider in half (the outside of it was steel hard, but the inside was soft and fleshy, so once we pushed hard enough to cut through the skin the rest took no effort). Blood spattered from the spider again. Once we knew we had killed it, we did a high five. Britt went to get somebody to dispose of the body. When she opened the door, Laura was on the other side.

Britt and I were surprised/happy to see Laura. She came inside holding a cleaver. We asked her how she found us, and she told us she was staying in the motel with Niki, and had seen me bring my stuff inside. She showed us her cleaver like it was her prized possession, and told us how it was really good at killing spiders. I talked to her while Britt went to get someone to take care of the spider. After a while I looked outside the window. The view was really pretty. It was an ocean bank, surrounded by long grass with two trees on each side. One was a palm tree (right) and one was a willow (left). The sky was blue with a few white clouds. In the middle was some random guy fishing. He was all decked out in fishing gear and stuff. After catching a small silver fish he left, so I could see the water better. It was clear blue and sparkly. It dropped off from the bank immediately. While I was looking at the pretty view an orca swam up and purposely beached itself on the bank. I wasn't sure whether to be worried or not. At first I freaked out, thinking it was a sign of the spiders coming, but when I looked at it, it was smiling and rolling around happily, so I knew it was okay. After it went back in the water I looked back to Laura, who was still talking about all the spiders she had killed with her cleaver.

Britt came back in the room, and with her was Dani. She said she had found her while looking for someone to clean up the spider. We were all happy to see each other, but after a while I asked Britt if she had actually found anyone to take care of the spider. Dani answered by saying her dad was coming with a wood chipper. We all looked at her, surprised. "Your dad is here?" I said, since everyone else seemed to be parentless. "Yeahhh...?" said Dani. "He has a woodchipper? Cool!" said Laura. Dani's dad entered the room carrying his "handheld woodchipper" (he had to duck to get through the door). We all said hi. Dani's dad grabbed the two pieces of the spider and threw it in the wood chipper. He left to go outside so he could finish the job without getting spider-puree in out room. We all started talking about what we were planning to do. Dani apparently had just gotten here, so she had no idea. Britt said she had been here for a while, and was planning to move further south soon. I agreed that that was a good idea (since I wasn't sure about where that spider came from). Laura agreed too, and we decided to head out tonight together. Laura went back to her room to pack up, while Britt and I packed up too. Dani stood there until her dad came back to show us his spider killing tool, which was like a shiny dagger. Dani and her dad left the room, leaving Britt and I packing. This is where I woke up.

I am in my old house from when I was a child. I am with my husband and his brother ((who died a few years ago)), there are about 3 other blokes with us aswell. I dreamt that one of my husbands brothers had recently died but spirits were good again with everyone, we were just having a laugh etc.. We were all playing a game in the front room, my husbands brother had a towell to his mouth while we were playing, I remember looking at him and thinking "Jesus, he's bleeding", we finished the game and while my hubby went and sat in the front room I went upstairs. I got to the landing and went into the bathroom, I got to the sink and I could see blood, there was bloody tissue, bloody cottonwool balls and the bloody towell, there was also blood all over the sink. I began to panick and knew it was off my husbands brother. I walked out of the bathroom and I saw my husbands brother lying on the landing, I knelt down by him and knew he was dying, part of his tongue was next to him on the floor. I leaned forward a little and looked at his mouth..the inside of his mouth had been sewn up, cotton went through the sides of his mouth and through his tongue. I tugged on the cotton trying to get it out but the cotton also went down his throat and was well and truly stuck. I realised there was nothing I could do then I looked at my hubby's brother and realised he had died. I really didn't want to tell my hubby that his brother had died on this night because he hadn't long lost his other brother. I walk downstairs, I'm still holding the blood stained towell etc. in my hand, I walk into the kitchen and my hubby says "where's mi brother, have you seen him?" I get all upset because I don't want to tell him. I put all the rubbish etc in the bin then walk into the front room, I take a seat next to my hubby and I just look at him. I have tears in my eyes and i'm so choked up that I can't speak. My hubby looks at me and his face just drops, he then says "NO, please no", I then break down in tears and so does my hubby. ((dream skip)) I see my husbands dead brothers ((they are both dead in RL)) They have their arms around each other and they are singing, they say "this is for K, we know he likes it" They sing "stand-by-me" they sing the whole song and tell me they are ok now and back to how they used to be, they also say they know my hubby is doing ok and I can actually feel how much they love him. They said they sang the whole song so that i would remember it when I wake up. There was a 3rd brother but kev has only got 2 brothers that died, I argued with this 3rd bloke that he wasn't my hubbys brother but he argued back with me, he is very stubborn and adamant just like my hubby lol. We ended up laughing and I said "ok, ok you win!" He smiled and then my hubby's brother "D" said "It's all true you know and make sure you remind "K" of the song. I then wake-up for real with the song "stand-by-me" in my head and then it blagged me for about an hour or so afterwards lol.

Warning: Little graphic.

Lucid state: Only got to semi lucid

So this dream was fairly long, although I only remember bits and pieces of it.

In the first part of the dream I am helping set up a giant aquarium for this class room. When I put it up, I completely shattered the glass on accident and water came pouring out of the tank. Feeling terrible, I all of a sudden found out I was dreaming for some reason. I was lucid, but part of my mind was still not lucid. So, knowing it was a I dream I started attacking people after growing my canines out only (which is weird that I didn't shape-shift fully). People were screaming and running out of the classroom as I was severing several of their necks out with an explosion of warm blood all over my face. After everyone had left, and several DCs' throats were lying on the ground covered in blood, Something crossed my mind.

I started feeling bad about what I did so I decided if I try and kill myself in order to restart the dream, and do everything the right way. So I found a long sharp spike, and repeatedly started stabbing myself in the heart as I lay on the ground. By this time, windows had appeared in the classroom and a bunch of people started staring at me while I lay there attempting to commit suicide. It wouldn't work.

Fast-forward: I am in a different class room and a new dream. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming, and suddenly decide to have a full voluntary mental-shift just for the hell of it (sill semi lucid). I am jumping around on other students' desks and growling/drooling while on all fours. Same thing happens, all students leave. I decide to try and commit suicide again, and start stabbing myself in the temple of my head. Once again it doesn't seem to be working, as blood starts shooting out the side of my head with every pump of my knife.

I see one of the characters from True Blood, Alcide. He explains he needs help finding someone, so I shape-shift into my wolf as he shape-shifts into his wolf, and we follow a scent until we come across an old couple.

Fast-forward: Me and Alcide watch weird alien space ships leaving and arriving at a lake we walk by. We stand and watch in awe.

1) I'm in a two story house, glass front door with a chandelier above me. Two staircases to either side in the entrance room. I have my fingers aimed like a gun, and fire (complete with self made sound effects) and fire at enemies of some sort. They appear to be my age. There is a lag of a few moments between me "firing", then the are hit with a bullet. Gun shot wounds appear on them and they collapse.

I charge upstairs, and see another target and a young boy. I gun down the other, but the boy lobs a grenade at my feet. I throw it back at him, but feel pity for him, and run next to him and pick it up again. I turn around and throw it at the top of the stairs, as I see many enemies at the top of it. I begin firing into them and the grenade explodes.

-Scene Shift-

The flash of the grenade covers a change in scene. There is now a little girl on a stool in the middle of the floor. She follows me and I go looking for Romo. I see "him" off in the distance, in a cave system. There is a fence or gate between us. He looks... different. A middle easterner with a dress on.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a psychiatrist's office, which actually looked more like a small store mixed with an artist's studio or an unfinished room. The room was narrow, kind of long, with white walls made bright by the sunlight coming in through the front window wall.

I stood before something like a long work table made out of wood, which was either white or brown. The table was on the left side of the room. My psychiatrist stood to my right.

I was telling my psychiatrist a weird set of experiences I'd been having lately. Mostly it was people saying very weird things right out to me. But apparently, on this day, they'd gotten really bad.

I told my psychiatrist how I had gone into one place, possibly a doctor's office, and that a nurse (dressed like a 1950s style, stereotypical nurse), while she was stacking boxes one on top of the other, said she was -----ing the boxes (don't remember the word, but it implied she was actually laying the boxes side by side).

I told my psychiatrist, "Then I went to a cafe. A woman there was laying boxes side by side. But she told me --" I suddenly had the urge to stop speaking, as I felt my talking anymore about this would make my psychiatrist think I was crazy. But I couldn't stop now. So I said, "She told me she was stacking them."

I had an image in my head of something like a floor plan being drawn in red lines on a brownish-yellow piece of paper. I saw perhaps four squares being drawn in some kind of nook-like room. The four squares were boxes, laid side by side. I then saw a woman like a worker at Starbucks, laying boxes like soda syrup boxes side by side in a nook-like area.

There was now a third person in the room with me and my psychiatrist. The person was hard to see. But it was probably a woman, kind of like a wild woman. She was kind of tall, with really messy, black hair. She looked really strong, and she may have been naked. But she was helping my psychiatrist in some kind of professional function, like being her nurse.

The woman stood between us, and while I never saw the woman, it made my psychiatrist much harder to see. My psychiatrist may have changed as well. She may have been a kind of young, blonde woman.

My psychiatrist may have given me some kind of shot. She also prescribed some kind of medicine to me, maybe two different kinds of pills. I had a terrible, sinking feeling. I had told my psychiatrist my real life experiences. But she now thought, as I'd figured she would, that I was crazy. I myself wondered whether I was crazy.

My psychiatrist said I needed to be careful because of the state of mind I was in. She said, "If you keep going like this, you'll start thinking you can hear telegrams (or telegraphs?) inside buildings, or that the direction of your blood is always flowing toward the people who have aggressive feelings toward you."

I had a few dreams last night but I don't remember all of them, but one dream which was quite awfull does stand out to me.
I was with other people, we were just hanging out, my hubby was about in my dream but not directly with me. There was a girl, a horrible scary girl, this girl had a grey complection, black messy hair and wide brown eyes, she was attacking people, I knew this because I had been told. We are trying to avoid her but we come across her so I run and hide. ((dream skip)) I am now back with my friends, I go off on my own and I am walking through a hallway, next thing I know she is here, right infront of me then BAMMMM!!! She has hit me in the head with an axe, my god the pain is horrific. She is hitting me again and again, I am thinking to myself "I won't die because it's only a dream so it doesn't matter what she does" She has again hit me one last time and I fall to the floor. I can see blood everywhere, I put my hand to my head and feel a gaping wound I'm thinking "Ohh shit I'm dying, I need help" I can see a group of people that notice me and they come over, I feel dizzy and sick and i'm asking them to help, a woman is picking me up ((dream skip)) I am at the hospital and someone is looking at my head, my head is feeling very, very swollen and fat and also very heavy. I am holding a mirror and trying to take a look at myself, I can see the bottom of my face and it looks HUGE It is also very swollen. It is only a small circular mirror so i can't actually see all my face and head but, what I can see is scaring me. I'm feeling very faint again, I'm gripping onto something trying to hold myself up but i collapse onto the floor. I'm now unconcious but in my head i'm thinking "Just pretend to be unconcious because i'm meant to be" lol ((it's as if i was going along with the dream plot because i knew that was the plan for my dream)) People come and get me and put me on a bed. I'm now awake and my hubby is sitting beside me, I can hear him say "will she live" . I get scared again and i'm trying to speak but i'm feeling very groggy and just end up mumbling to him. A doctor comes and I hear him tell my hubby that he needs to put a drain on my brain to relieve the pressure, at that poing I really do shit myself but think "well if they have to, then they have to" ((dream skip)) I am now up and I am walking around. I have a large white bandage wrapped around my head and I have a tube coming from it, this tube has blood in it so I know that it's draining the excess blood and fluid from my brain. I can also see air bubbles in the tube. ((I see myself in 3rd person thats how I know what I look like))

Me and my roommates were having interviews to rent out an extra room we have. One of the interviewees was a petite brunet girl who was SUPER annoying and kept picking up my guitar without asking and trying to play it. One of my roommates was all for letting her live with us and I kept expressing my opinion and how I did not want her to live with us. I got really frustrated and decided to go for a walk, so stepping outside my door I am suddenly in Japan. I am at some sort of resort for tourists, complete with luxury pool and synchronized dancing Japanese girls for entertainment. They were dancing in a room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. I was disgusted with the display because the tourists that were gawking at the girls were a bunch of "Bro" types you see in the US. They were crowding the pool and taunting the dancers thinking they were god's gift to man. While I was there I had actually run into one of the dancers and for some reason we kind of stuck together. Next thing I know one of the Bros pushed me in the pool and I had cut the top of my foot on something in the water. It was bleeding pretty bad but didn't hurt. I was really pissed off at the guys and decided to grab the throat of one of the boys and in a kind of "demon" voice shouted at him "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" and I believe my eyes were glowing. The girl who was with me had helped me out of the pool. Because she was helping me out she had missed her que to be on stage and dance. She was upset because she takes her dancing more as an art rather than a job to entertain womanizing bros. I felt really bad and offered to take her home. Once we got to her house she allowed me inside to clean up my foot. Her father was not happy that she had brought someone home with her and I for some reason couldn't find the bathroom in her house...

IRL: I woke up due to my roommates' cat meowing at me for food.