[Monday, October 8th, 2012] Being chased by a muscular clown with a hammer. We were inside a spooky mansion with Alex, Nathan, and Scooby and the Gang. We were playing a game (we were being forced to) where the clown would chased us and try to hammer the shit out of us. We take turns- first up is Fred. He's terrified, but we all watch as the Clown chases him off. I hold a paper in my hand. It shows a list of everyone in the house. Fred's name is lit up. After awhile, it becomes crossed off. Suddenly, another person's name lights up and it starts again. I notice there is a door out of the room I'm in and I sneak off with a few other people. There's a tall chain-link fenced backyard here- I climb up to the top to show everyone a way to get out. No one is behind me now; I walk back inside and there's Shaggy and Scooby! The paper was shining again, this time with Shaggy and Scooby's names lit up. The clown is coming for us- "COME ON GUYS, FOLLOW ME!" We all somehow make it up the fence pretty fast and drop down. We sneak to the front yard where Shaggy and Scooby for some apparently reason re-enter the house. "They're gonners..." I think to myself. I run to a bush to hide for awhile and I look around. We're in Arizona- the desert. The setting reminds me of Congress. Just then the paper goes dark again. But my name isn't lighting up. I walk back to the house, confused, when suddenly it lights up again. The front door opens wide and the clown walks out smiling, a sledgehammer on his shoulder. I sprint for the backyard fence to try and climb it. I have abnormally high reflexes and speed and can move on the fence faster than humanly possible. I try to trick the clown by pretending to drop into the backyard, and instead running back to the front yard but he sees my manuever. He compliments me, "AHH, that's a smart move! Too bad though!" <My dream ends before the clown can hit me.>
Had another lucid dream out of the blue last night, due largely to the fact that I noticed a dream sign: I'm walking with my wife along a sidewalk. I'm not sure where we're headed but she's leading the way. We come to a chain link fence and suddenly she is on the other side of it and I ask her, "How did you get over there?" Looking at the fence, the only way I see over is to climb it, so I do. When I get to the top, I see the fence is right next to what looks like a souvenier shop or convenience store. But it's strange because the store has a chain link (or chicken wire) roof and I can see down into the store as I'm crawling over it. I'm going slowly, as my weight is causing the wire to sag down onto the items that are on the top shelf. I wait for my wife to cross over to where the cash registers are so that it won't have both our weight on it at the same time. We finally climb down and walk out the door. We're walking toward my truck when I see my son, my Mom, my Dad, my brother & his wife getting out of a car and walking towards us. I tell my wife, "That can't be Justin; he's halfway around the world. And Grandpa (my Dad) is dead. This must be a dream!" I become lucid and do a reality check by pinching my nose closed and trying to breath and I can. So I do it again, just to make sure. Then I remember some stuff I read about studying all the little details around you, so I do stuff like look at the ground and feel the fabric on my shirt. Then I look at my hands and there are fingers missing; I only have, like, two or three fingers on my right hand. So I turn to my son and say, "This is a dream. Look at your hands." He looks at his hands and lets out a little laugh. I say, "You're missing some fingers, aren't you?" and he nods his head. We all walk over to this house and some more people (relatives) are sitting out on the front porch. I tell everyone, "This is what's cool about dreams...you can do stuff like this," and proceed to cup my hands together in a ball but not quite together, and move them back and forth. I'm trying to conjure up a fireball but all I get is this faint blue plasma looking orb. So I concentrate harder to create a ball of flame and the blue color turns to yellow with a small flame springing to life for a few seconds. I try to hurl it forward, like the superheros do in the movies, but it only travels a few feet before sputtering out. Then a cousin of mine says something like, "Uncle Vance died tomorrow." So I ask her, "Do you mean tomrrow? Or do you mean yesterday?" After that I woke up.
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