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Morning of September 1, 2014. Monday.



I am living with my family in a larger version of the King Street area in America. At first it seems related to a typical scenario where I have not given the owners enough money over time and do not wish to see them if possible. Apparently, though, they are not there and are actually mostly moved out, leaving the house in disrepair. Still, I am not sure of the circumstances regarding my continuing to live there. I am downstairs just outside the much larger living area. The door is open from the foyer and I decide to go in and look around.

After a short time, an Aboriginal girl comes in but she also reminds me vaguely of an older version of Sheila M from high school. I pretend that I am there (in case I am thought to be just idly trespassing) to talk to Elmer W about work, either maintenance or landscaping. In reality, he had died over twenty years ago (from long-term exposure to paint fumes and pesticide apparently) and yet in my dream I feel a bit strange asking if he is okay, because the girl seems to think that my question is odd as he is actually supposedly doing quite well and doing much of the work in moving stuff out. I do not find the scenario (not remembering he had died) that strange at all. It looks like I may even be doing some work a bit later.

However, my family and I, and a few unknown friendly people, are mostly just standing around outside the house later. An unknown dark-haired female of no more than thirty approaches in a newer car. She seems to be some sort of problematic presence regarding our being there and possibly has a weapon. I approach the vehicle and smash the closed window with a long barbell bar and am also soon holding an old flintlock in my right hand. I know it will not fire or be efficient if needed, but I am able to stop her from saying or doing anything to annoy us.

Meanwhile, I notice the youngest daughter and a couple other people walking near an area that the unknown female says is unsafe, being one of the reasons the owners have been moving out and why she is officially here to check things. I then notice Elmer driving out with a large potted shrub (away from my view), which is nearly the size of a tree, on a small trailer. My wife Zsuzsanna’s brother’s wife Bonnie also makes an appearance and is supposedly pregnant (which is extremely unlikely as she does not like children - as well as being quite “off” and somewhat of a conspiracy theorist, once claiming there was a fake train station in Brisbane that kidnaps people, including entire soccer teams). Apparently the other unknown female is also pregnant, which was seemingly not the case just moments before. I accidentally bump into her stomach and immediately apologize.

At any rate, I tell everyone to get out from under the extended roof section (which goes over the driveway) and especially make sure that the baby moves out of the danger zone as it starts to fall, yet I mentally hold it up with a movement of my right hand (using a type of typical in-dream telekinesis) and it does not fall.

Somehow, many broken pieces of the front windshield of the car (I had only smashed the front left-side door) are now on the ground near an outdoor table near which an unknown male sits. He is possibly drunk. I focus my intent on the numerous small pieces of glass and they “magically” come together with a glassy tinkling sound. However, there are still pieces that are not joining. I tell the other male to leave, and once he does, the windshield is whole by my focused intent. Not much happens after this, although it looks like everyone is going into the building for some reason. However, I get the impression that my family and I will be traveling while on a larger motorboat that is on a trailer (not sure of the driver of the car) for a time.

Notes and associations: The extended roof sagging and almost falling is related to past real-life events - I once missed an entire shed falling on me by seconds. The broken glass and toddler connection relates to my own experience when my left wrist was severely slashed from broken glass as a toddler (from a fall) and “impossibly” (according to doctors) completely healed over time though in my dream, the glass was “healing” instead of my wrist. The drunk was out of place (in a personal sense) as I have rarely been around anyone who drinks in my lifetime. The unknown Aboriginal girl seems possibly the same fictional character who was in a dream over twenty years ago.

I'm at university attending a lecture about the basics of OpenGL.
The teacher doesn't really seem into it, and none of my classmates seem interested.
To be honest, neither am I, but for a different reason.
The other students are not interested in graphics programming,
whereas I'm already quite comfortable with both Direct3D and OpenGL.
Why am I attending this class again? Perhaps for some easy credit points?
That doesn't sound like me though.

Once class is over, I hear some people discussing that they wouldn't come back
and choose another course instead. If that many people leave, this course is
going to be cancelled, and I'll have to find another one as well.
I'm mildly annoyed.

Eventually, as the lecture comes to an end, I suddenly realize that I am dreaming.
I'm not sure what gave it away.
I touch everything in close vicinity to assert that the dream is stable.
There is some initial numbness, but eventually my senses appear to be working properly.
I leave the classroom, trying to remember my dream goals...
It's not working, I can't remember anything.

I'll go visit Yuya. It has been a long time since I've seen her because Faye is messing with my dreams.
But then, just as I want to teleport to Riven, I spot a familiar face.

It's Kate! What is going on? Why is she here?
(Not a real image of Kate. Kate is an ex-gf from waking life)

She smiles. And that is all it takes to stir up old emotions, which I left behind long ago.
I'm in love again. Great... I had enough trouble getting over her as it is.
Why does it all have to come back to me now?
I reluctantly decide to ignore her and visit Yuya, as I had planned,
but something goes wrong during my attempt of teleportation...



... I'm in an apartment with Kate. I think that she is my classmate now, and that we're living together.
This is our apartment. Everything is perfect.
I am living with the woman of my dreams, we're both about to graduate,
and we have our future planned out.
It is late in the evening and I go to the bathroom to take a shower.
The water temperature knob isn't cooperating.
I seem to be dealing with something like this:


Kate joins me in the shower and she has no trouble adjusting the temperature properly.
The water is now refreshingly cold, just the way I like it.
Kate moves closer and kisses me passionately. I love her so much.
And she is so beautiful. I stare into her green eyes as we kiss...
Wait... this is not right. Those are clearly Kate's eyes, but... they feel... empty?
Oh no...
Why?
I am emotionally devastated...

This isn't Kate. This is Faye.
It feels as though I've lost Kate again. I am so sad.


Faye is now holding a rose and handing it to me.
I get the feeling that she is trying to apologize?
That does make feel a little better. Will I finally be able to reason with Faye?
I take the rose. I cut one of my fingers on a thorn. Ouch!
A single drop of blood emerges and falls to the ground.

Something is wrong...
I sense something moving through the small cut, into my hand, and then up my arm.
I get vivid flashbacks of the bee birthing blisters. Not again!
I drop the rose. But I'm too late.
Stems covered in thorns grow through my veins and sprout out of my body in various places, causing me to bleed.
More and more blood flows down into the shower. The water slowly turns red.

"Faye. Please make it stop!"
"No."
"..."
"Please! I'm sure whatever the problem is, I can fix it."
"There is no need for this!"
"I don't want the problem to be fixed."

What? Why? I don't understand.
I just barely manage not to freak out. The parasitic plant hardens in my veins making me unable to move.
The pain increases as the plant grows bigger.
Fuck fuck fuck.

"Faye! Talk to me! What is the problem?"

She doesn't reply. She just smiles, satisfied with the current situation.
I can't take it any more. I need to wake up!
I close my eyes, trying to think of my waking body lying in bed.
But I don't wake up...
Instead I begin to see, even though my eyes are closed.

She laughs at me and my inability to do anything.
Then she moves in and kisses me on the lips.
No. I don't want this.
My fear turns into anger.
I scream at the top of my lungs, wanting to push Faye away from me.
The hardened plant finally gives in under the force and breaks in many places within my body.
I push against Faye hard with both of my hands.
She is pushed through the glass shower door, which shatters into pieces.

She is cut in many places by the broken glass. She is bleeding and her blood mixes with mine on the floor.
This is so fucked up. She still looks like Kate. This is not right. I don't want to hurt her.
She again laughs at the current situation. She clearly feels like she has accomplished something.
She is satisfied. Finally, she gets up and leaves the room and I manage to wake myself up.

Well fuck. -_-
This is enough. This needs to change. Now.
I'm going to WBTB, probably do some meditation to focus my thoughts, WILD and tackle the problem with a hopefully clear head.

To mention something a little more positive, I have updated my Dream Journal Description.
I've also found this really cool painting by Sakimichan, which made me think of Yuya:

She obviously doesn't have the long pointy ears, but I thought that this painting just radiates so much energy, just as Yuya does.
There's also been a strong blue/orange theme in my dreams lately. I thought this was a pretty cool find.

Hi, i'm ellie and am 17. (don't know if that could have any relevance) basically just before i woke up, I had this really odd nightmare type thing. I literally can't remember the last time I had anything close so that is probably why it has freaked me out so much. It was super intense with the majority of the dream engulfing me in an anxious, desperate kind of mood. I can remember the dream being really really vivid, but cannot remember much of the first part (up until I am in my house), and i know there were bits before that I cant remember at all, but i still know happened. This is all I can remember...

I was in a supermarket with my mum who worked there (she doesn't in reality) and we were just generally chatting. We then caught the train home, but instead of the train stopping, we had to jump out, and this seemed completely normal and fine. I was reassuring her that it was okay, and that I did it all the time so she jumped out first and landed standing up and unharmed, but i hesitated feeling more anxious as i watched her get further away, and tried to run down the open sided train to stay close. when I did jump, there was a train coming in the opposite direction. as i jumped, I was moving very quickly and rolled along the tracks as the other train passed over me. I then got up and walked up the sloped platform to meet my mum. The setting was close to that of where I grew up; on the edge of a marsh with a tiny train station at the end of the short gravely, muddy road. I cant remember how I got to my house (the house where i now live with my parents), but I know that my mum had to go out again to go shopping. I was in my conservatory but i also somehow knew it was an attic at the same time, although not looking like one or being in the roof, and there was a chinese woman and her 10ish year old son watching tv in there. On the tv there was a program about something to do with a family in debt, or owing someone something, and it graphically showed a man being beheaded with a chainsaw closeup as payment while his mother was weeping behind him, and at that point it was not like i was in the room, but watching this first hand. I don't know where this could have come from because i don't watch any kind of horror or gore films because they make me feel physically sick, so don't know where my mind could have got enough detail to create this. I was aware of being in the room again. I felt very distressed by this in the dream and was asking why they would watch it, and they just started laughing at it. I then turned my attention to my one year old niece who was playing with some red and blue wooden blocks in front of a closed glass double doorway (which doesn't exist at my house) and she was facing away from me. All the glass in the conservatory was cracked, but remained in the frame, and this also seemed almost fine, and just gave the feeling similar to that it was just a lightbulb that needed replacing and was in no way dangerous. She then reached out and touched the glass, turning around and grinning as chunks started to fall out, making me panic so i ran to grab her and move her away. I then realized I had stood in the glass and there was massive chunks sticking out of my feet, and then i started to freak out because no one was home apart from the Chinese woman and her son and they were both laughing at me. I had to crawl through my house with shards in my feet to try and find my phone to call my mum. i remember feeling extremely distressed and desperate to the point where i was crying not from pain because it barely felt like a scratch, but from how helpless, distressed and desperate i felt. The sensation of the glass in my feet was really odd, it was sort of like the feeling when someone describes an injury on a certain part of the body and you get an almost, and this sounds really weird, sick feeling in the area of the described injury. I found my phone, and for some reason climbed onto a sofa laying on my front with my feet slightly raised. I started to call my mum and then I woke up, but in the exact same position as in my dream; laying on my front with my feet raised a couple of inches from my bed. for about a minuiteish after i could still feel a ghost like sensation of the glass in my feet with no pain, and felt physically sick in reaction to the guy being beheaded, panicked and like i was going to start crying for about 5 mins until my regular alarm went off.

The whole thing really freaked me out, and its the night after and i can still vividly picture all that I have described. I also now don't want to go to sleep despite having college tomorrow because of the emotional reach this dream had, and how disturbing it was.

DJ Log: March 17, 2013 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am at a large college at some kind of meeting in the common grounds between all of the buildings. As I'm talking with a group of people, someone throws a wine bottle from a window and it crashes to the ground and breaks. I look up and see a window open on the 3rd or 4th floor. It looks like there is some kind of party going on there. I think that the bottle throwing was kind of fucked up, but we just keep going about our business.

Just a few moments later, another bottle comes flying from the sky and crashes onto the ground. I jump away from the building and see someone closing the window on the 3rd floor above us. He sees me and backs away from the window quickly.

I walk over to a vending area on the edge of the common grounds looking for some kind of security personnel. Without success, I tell the cashier what happened and that something has to be done about this. I ask her how to get ahold of security or whatever. She said she doesn’t know. I ask her if she could find out and she just looks at me funny. I tell her that if nobody will do anything about it, I am going to go upstairs and throw everyone at that party out the window.

DJ Log: April 14, 2012 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking toward an old stone house with a couple of friends. Some of them go up to the front door and walk in, but I walk into the wine cellar underneath the house. Inside, there are a couple of very small rooms with a table in the middle of each room. I hear someone snoring in the back, so I walk back a narrow hallway to see where they are at. The hallway goes along the wall, then it turns into a crawl space and leads to a few smaller rooms. I crawl in and find a naked guy sleeping on a table in one of the little rooms. He is laying on his back and his cock is fully erect. I give him a nudge and say, “wake up.” He wakes up and looks at me, then says, “I have to find my clothes. I'll be out in a bit.”

Suddenly, there is the sound of broken glass being swept around on the floor in the next room. I look through a hole in the wall and someone is sweeping the floor. A large cloud of dust starts to blow into the area, so I turn around and try to get out of there. I crawl back through the crawl space, but I turn the wrong way around the corner and get stuck between the corner and the wall. I struggle for a moment to free myself, but then I wake up.

3:00 AM

Rocket Ship Mattress
Dreamed that I was on a mattress that flew out of my cousin's old house(dream house) past moon, and other places. I had slight control over the mattress(not lucid). What a rush.

Transitioned to

Choral Daemon
Running down dark empty highway 108. Chased and quickly caught by daemon. His face was like carved out pitch-black choral with skin stitched to one side. Its hands were also jagged like choral. As it got really close to my face I could see allot more frightening detail below its brown cloak. It caused me pain by sticking needles and glass into my face and eyes(it hurt but not like it really would have.). Was pretty damn scary.