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I'm not quite sure how this dream started or ended.
Date: November 30th, 2013
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I was in a hospital [ it looked like one I'd been in before ]. It was quiet, which made me feel very uncomfortable. It didn't seem right. A man [ He appeared to be in his early/mid 20's and had brown hair, young face, was tall, thin, and had dark eyes. He seemed very familiar ] grabbed my arm and pulled me away from where I was. He mentioned something to a woman by me [ I believe she was a nurse like figure, but I'm not sure ] about "finding all the pretty girls in the hospital and raping the f-ck out of them." [ I don't think he thought that I'd heard him. That, or he didn't care if I did or not. ] I began feeling incredibly nervous, but I hid it to the best of my ability. We passed my family [ always female members from my mother's side or my father. None of them ever noticed me, save my father. He glanced at me but said and did nothing ] two times. Some time along the way I mentioned something about "not wanting to be treated this way again." The man looked at me and we sat on some stairs [ the "nurse" woman stood off the the side. The stairs were hard stone ] and he asked me, "You've been raped before?" [ those words rang in my head over and over when I woke up ] I mentioned something about being a virgin but that I'd been sexually abused in the past [ this is true. I have been ]. He raised his eyebrow and almost seemed to feel sorry for me. I thought he'd let me go. Suddenly, he pulled me to my feel and literally dragged me to a room [ more details on the room below ] that looked like both a physical therapy facility and an x-ray/CT scan room. He had the nurse take me to a machine on the far right side of the room. I faced the closed end of it. The man said "We're making sure you won't get pregnant. STAND STILL!" I was shaking violently by this point. I was scared. He had the nurse woman spread my arms out and made me stand holding some bars on either side of me. After this, the man literally growled and tore me away from the machine. He took of my jacket [ it was red ] , leaving me in my tank top [ grey ], jeans, and socks. I noticed my dad outside the room and I told the nurse to shut the door. She did this. The man pushed me onto my back [ I landed on another machine that was on the floor. I hit my back on two bars ] and I crossed my legs over each other and put my arms over my chest. I started pleading with him. "Please, please don't!" I cried over and over [ I was literally crying ]. The man towered over me and he ripped his shirt off and started trying to take my clothes off. I kicked at him and screamed repeatedly. Eventually, I think, I got so afraid that I just woke up. The ending is blurry.
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NOTES:
About the room-
It was on the top floor in the west side of the building. The sun was setting outside the single window which had blinds over it. The room was cold. The colors were desaturated, but there was blue and white all around me -ironically my school colors-. There were various "machines" strewn about. The door that I saw my dad out of was on the right side of the room right next to the machine I stood by. The door was a flimsy plywood sliding door that had no lock. The only light in the room came from that one window. It was dark-ish

Various notes-
I remember that I didn't scream for my dad's help because I didn't want him to see me so vulnerable. I would rather be raped than have him see me like that.

No one seemed to notice what the man was saying. The nurse never spoke or made any noise.

The man was very familiar and was rough, then gentle, then rough.

My dad looked through me when he gazed my way.

All I could think about when I woke up was the mysterious man who'd made me do something sexual (no details because I don't want to say it) when I was 5 years old.

Around the time I started to faze out from the dream, I remember that the man looked animalistic. He also started to "melt." His image literally just began to melt.

I remember my dad (after the whole ordeal, probably) saying something like "Oh I never wanted this to happen again. It's like 10 years ago."


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If you can offer any help here, I'd appreciate it. This dream hits home in too many ways. I've had more and more dreams like this one, lately, It's as though my subconscious is trying to make me see something.

i had a dream early in the night but i don't remember it at all. i will edit this if i recall any details.

later i am in the dining room of the townhouse. various people are here. i have gotten 7 or 8 identical tattoos on my hip. they are tiny outlines of men. i colour them in with a pink marker to make it look like they're naked. a girl laughs and asks me if it's my halloween costume. suddenly i realize that it is halloween. i want candy but i do not have a costume so i go to my room and find a pair of bunny ears. i put them on and leave the house (it is night) but i only get a few steps before realizing i've forgotten to get something to hold the candy. i go back inside the house. there's a long segment here that i don't remember much of. all i remember is that i was carrying a purple nightgown with bleach stains and i saw an identical nightgown on a shelf, which creeped me out a little, and people were discussing times? i went upstairs to get a pillowcase but for some reason went into the bathroom instead. i heard someone talking about slenderman downstairs. then i entered my room. i grabbed a pillowcase and put on a glove shaped like a bunny's paw. the dream ends here.

around 9 am i had the following dream: i am visiting my mother in an unfamiliar house. we get into an argument, the details of which are a little personal and so won't be posted here. i end up screaming at her, throwing a stack of paper in her face and leaving.

edit: remembered another part of the last dream. this occurred prior to the argument. my father and i were in an apartment with white walls; a lot of stuff was made of wood. the room was filled with blue light. there were parts coming out of the walls that created steep hills and inclines and we were trying to climb on top of them. at the same time that these represented parts of the room they also represented a landscape and at times they would become much larger in scale and look, for lack of a better description, like real-life video game platforms; at one point there was an elaborate gothic church on top of one. yet they were still components of the apartment.

comment: these simultaneous perceptions feature commonly in my dreams and often make it difficult to write down an accurate description. the best way i can describe it is that they add layers of depth to the dream world.. that is to say a table in a dream is not just a table; it may occasionally be perceived as an object that is functionally or structurally related (eg a chair because it's used for dining, a dog because it has four legs and is brown) or, if not fully perceived this way these sorts of associations will persist at a subconscious level and colour the dream experience. the mechanism behind this, i think, is an intensification of associative thought. i have experienced similar perceptions in waking life w/ the use of marijuana.

i am lying on the couch in the living room of the old townhouse. it is night and the room is lit by lamps. i feel very ill and feverish. my mother is here. she tells me to get up and go to school. i reply that i can't, i have meningitis and i should be in the hospital. she screams at me and we have a long argument. i am intensely angry. later i wonder if i am going to die and think about what my boyfriend would do if i did. (i was violently ill before i fell asleep which probably accounts for the focus on illness here).

in the next scene i am walking to my high school. it is snowy and i am with my father. i find an iphone sticking out of a snowbank. i ask my father if it's ok to take it. he says yes, so i do. then i am inside the library at my elementary school with some other people. we are watching a movie on a projector screen. at one point there is some starbucks product placement in the movie and starbucks gift cards pop out of the screen and onto the floor. the other people and i scramble to grab them up. they keep coming, along with some lollipops and -- hydrocodone pills... i grab several pills and remark to C.W. that i'm surprised it was legal for the filmmakers to do this.

then i am working at a daycare for disabled children. i am standing on a large circular mezzanine in a domed wooden building with a rustic/old-fashioned atmosphere. there is a matronly black woman here. later i am taking a bath while covered by a white canopy to research therapies for autism?

finally i am outside, on a beautiful rocky coastline. i am listening to a lecture about canadian geography from a disembodied voice. i sprinkle green powder onto a moss-covered slope which i recognize to be british columbia. the voice is now talking about aboriginal tribes: "our friends, the mogwai, are dead..." finally the subject of the lecture changes to buddhism. i don't recall what the voice said.

the general atmosphere of these dreams is unpleasant.

slept 11:30 - 9:00, awakening and falling back asleep several times between 7 and 9

i am in a large, dark house with some caribbean women who appear to be in their 50s-60s. they are acting strangely. someone tells me that in their culture, it is considered polite not to acknowledge strangers. later i am cutting myself in the bathroom (similar to townhouse bathroom) and the blood is getting everywhere. later still, the women and i are in a room with a young red-haired child. he keeps changing in size, from the size of an average 4 year old to the size of a mouse. he crawls around on the floor. the women are thinking of adopting him.

then i am in a "hospital", which is similar to the house in colour scheme. there is a lot of wood. i am a nurse here and i am watching over a middle aged man. his hospital room is a huge cylindrical tank with transparent walls. he is sitting in the far end of the tank, attached to many machines. he is wearing a sports jersey. i leave the room and report to the doctor, a tall young woman, that he is doing ok. she decides to initiate a different treatment. the tank is filled with water and numerous small, pink, swimming creatures. i go into the tank to explain the treatment to the man, but the creatures keep swimming into my mouth and it feels very uncomfortable. i leave. the doctor tells me to prepare a powerpoint on cellular respiration and photosynthesis.

in a fragment i can't place, i am at some kind of religious ceremony. the "church" seems to be underground and has a domed ceiling with pillars that fan out at the capitals; everything is hewn of grey-beige stone. somewhat gothic architecture?

in a different dream, i am playing with dogs in a park. it is hilly, with yellow-brown grass: beside the chainlink fence is a stone chasm and then a road. a beige concrete overpass stands further away, over the road, and in the distance, a cityscape can be seen. the sky is bright blue and clear. occasionally i see a massive red balloon rising over the city. it is very beautiful.

my final dream begins as a video game but the perspective changes. it is night in a cartoonish landscape; the land is pine green, the sky dark blue and full of stars. there is a little boy here whose pupils are shaped like crosses. he sees an area where the land slopes down, inwardly-curving, to a beach; but the slope has been separated from the level land, creating a vertical cliff. he realizes that he must push the cliff and the slope back together to save the other children. there is a segment of this dream which engenders a strong bittersweet feeling inside me, and repeats several times: the boy floats up into the sky among the stars, holding on to a red balloon.

did not sleep at all previous night. napped from about 4:30 - 6 pm, took 30mg temazepam + 100mg trazodone and slept from 10pm-6:30 am; still tired upon waking.

i am on a bus with soldiers who are returning from war. they are meeting their newborn children for the first time. the babies all have square sections of their skull cut out to reveal coagulated blood and unidentifiable tissue underneath. there are black tubes coming out of the centre of these sections. in the dream, this is not disturbing to me. i just assume the babies have recently had surgery.

later i am in a large basement, which is unlike any basement i have been in in real life but which has featured in my dreams before. there is a tall french man talking (in french) about farts.

the imagery in these dreams was not as vivid as my dream imagery typically is. sometimes my vision would fade or objects would turn black.

in the first dream i am logging back into the neopets account i had when i was like, 8.

in the second dream i am taking a bath, but the bathroom and the adjacent hallway soon fill with several inches of water. on the floor of the hallway is writing in finnish.

fitful sleep tonight. various fragmented dreams. not well recalled. content is quite shallow except for the last fragment.

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my father and i are driving in the country at night. in a recessed area on the side of the road sits a dollhouse & a wicker shelf that was in my childhood bedroom. the shelf is full of stuffed animals -- i remember one was a dragon. i take some of them with me because i understand i will be going to the hospital soon.

i am then at "the hospital"; it's a distorted version of the townhouse i lived in most of my life. the lights are off. the stuffed animals aren't with me. there's nothing hospital-like about the surroundings; it's just the main floor of the townhouse. there are 2 bro kind of guys visiting a middle aged woman who has tuberculosis. they talk about how she is defecating blood.

i decide to escape. i am suddenly in bright, sunny, warm-hued "downtown toronto" -- nothing like downtown toronto really, just big glass buildings and an immense urban atmosphere -- adrenaline rush, i'm running through beautiful streets, i crest a hill on a cobblestone road and i yell "santa maria! santa maria!"

i am back in the "hospital", i don't remember how this happens. i'm in the darkened townhouse kitchen. there are two nondescript tall men watching me -- the guards. i understand i am here for mental reasons. i think i am fine, but i accept my hospitalization with equanimity. i open the fridge and eat some kind of pastry with a raspberry on top. i hear a voice narrating lil wayne's current medical situation. i wake up.

later: something about a girl at school, i don't quite recall what she looked like - generic teenage girl, probably around 13? she's very bubbly and excitable, a little obnoxious, but she takes an interest in me and i'm glad that someone finds me nice to be around. we are rehearsing something and she starts rubbing her body against mine. i am a little uncomfortable. i point out that it seems dirty; she laughs. next we are talking to each other on a bus. i remember that her backpack is very focal in these scenes. it's a jansport style backpack, mainly white with yellow, lilac and blue thunderbolt designs. we get off the bus with some of her friends and we are in a dark city area. one of her friends is wearing - hard to describe this - platform shoes with the platform made of hard black plastic; they are hollowed out in increasingly smaller concentric circles, like the pattern of a mining pit - goes clear through to the other side. i remember thinking this is really cool, actually i still do. we walk through a bridge-tunnel. we realize that the bridge has no railing and is thus illegal to walk on. the girl comments that she should have removed her shoes (they have a specific name -- it's very german -- i understand that its named after the guy who invented the pattern) and now the people on the adjacent, legal bridge would know she walked on the illegal bridge, because the opening of the tunnel has the same pattern as her shoes. i find this remarkable. a boy with us comments that he's seen the same pattern in greece and i understand that i'm in some kind of european country. the atmosphere in this scene is very nice, everything's lit by soft incandescent streetlamps.

then i am in a distorted version of a thrift store i frequent. my stepmother is getting married, today, and she wants a pink themed wedding. she gives me 5 dollars to buy a dress and she also wants me to look after a young girl (age 3-5, black hair, olive skin). i notice that the girl is wearing lipstick and eye shadow and i think to myself that her father is awful for making her look like a slut. i ask her if she likes wearing eye makeup and she says yes. i can't find a pink dress at the thrift store so i go to a version of the victoria's secret pink store. i find something and i try to steal it but i fail somehow. then an employee asks us to leave. i am frightened for a moment but then i realize it is just because the store is closing.

then i am inside of a south park video game (??) it looks terrible, like some awful game you'd see on newgrounds in 2005 or sth. top-down view, white background (snow) with a grey line representing the road and brown blocks representing buildings. i understand that it was made to be terrible on purpose. i have to go somewhere in the game but every time i try to go there i am transported back. this goes on for a very long time.

finally i return to real life. i am in a different store. this one has bright wooden floors, white walls; it is very open and spacious. the girl and i are standing in front of a white shelf which houses a scattered assortment of strange toys. she takes interest in a toy which seems to be some kind of japanese thing based on jersey shore?? i realize i have spent a very long time in the video game and i should have returned the girl by now; my stepmother must be wondering where she is. the girl's face has changed - her eyes are very dark and there is a swollen red area under her eyes (similar to the famous picture of omayra sanchez -- if you're going to look this up be warned that it is disturbing).

the room has darkened. my stepmother appears. the girl is lying on the ground. stepmother is angry. she tells me that the "death squad" has been informed and people from all over the world are searching for her. i break down crying. i understand that the police will be coming to talk to me.

i walk over to the edge of the room and beyond a short banister is a beautiful landscape. it is hard to describe its beauty in words. i am high above the ground; i can see the peaks of mountains and clouds moving through the deep & light blues of the sky. below me, miles below me, are vast rolling hills and lush greenery. rivers flow through the land. the immense scale is very very difficult to describe. i understand, somehow, that this is Iceland. i want to get closer. there is a very thin wooden tree trunk that i jump over the banister onto. the landscape more beautiful now and I understand that this is not only iceland but Heaven. i almost cry.

i know the police are coming for me soon and my life will be awful. i debate whether to let go of the tree and fall into heaven, or face real life. heaven is so beautiful. i let myself slip a little but then i grip the tree again.

i wake up.

Commentary
Non-Lucid
Lucid

Bedtime:9:30PM-5:30AM, 6:00AM-10:00AM

Well, we are all sick at my house. I think my wife and son got it the worst. I was mostly taking care of them all evening but we somehow managed to get to bed really decent. I was glad because I felt extremely exhausted and sickly myself. I had decided no WBTB or induction. I would just focus on dream recall. I used a mantra at bedtime to remember dreams. I woke and recorded several until I started getting sick myself. Then it because more difficult because the nausea was so bad. In spite of it all I still had some weak but interesting lucids.

11:00PM
I am riding on some skateboard with a handle to make a scooter. My wife and I rid though a mall and come out the other side. We do tricks and grind on some rails. My skateboard starts looking like a dustpan with a handle as I ride down.


3:02AM
All I remember is what I recorded. Supply run. Zombies.

4:26
I am a child or about 8 or 9 again. I am riding a school bus to go on a field trip. My old friends J and A are there. Even though, I am a child I am still in my current time frame although my awareness is not there. I treasure the moments of friendship and really try hard to be a really good friend to the too of them. I never mention that I was like a time traveler. I keep that to my self.

Later we are walking back to the bus. I am holding hands with my wife. She looks like a child as well. She says how she wishes the bus was empty because she wants to do a little something with me. Then she cracks some sexual joke about my sausage and grabs me. Just then my old supervisor SH walks by. I get embarrassed and hope we don't get in trouble. They act like they didn't hear.

I am feeling really nauseous now after each awakening and fail to record much until later

At some point I visualize healing energy into my body. I am not sure if its just HI or a LD but I see myself lying in bed with shimmering points of light. I am glowing a golden color. I will my immune system to attack any sickness and heal faster. I remember nothing else.

At some point I remember a OBE. I don't know if it was a low level lucid or just a dream about having a lucid. But I transition out of my body and walk into the dining room. The wall looks like an organic inside of a body. I see 4 thick cords running down from wall to floor. I know that if I cut them it will help me feel better. Some how I know that this represent sickness in my throat and will stop vomiting. I pull out a small sword that looks like Sting and cut the cords.

I remember another one much like that last but this time... I transition from OBE and find some other point the represented my bowels. I cut that cord with Sting as well.

Maybe this helped me and maybe this didn't. However, I am not nearly as sick as my wife is. Did I use dreams and visualization to aid healing? Who can tell?

I wake around 5:30am to feed my son. Luckily all went smooth and we both got back to sleep around 6:00am and slept a long time.

Time unknown
I am working on a foam board at work. I am back in PH's department. I have my Galaxy Player (GP) in my pocket listening to Pandora on the wifi. I see several of the women that work there sitting in a line at an adjacent form board. They are doing hand gestures as a sort of dance to the song. I realize the song is a stupid Kesha song and look at my GP. I wonder how they are listen to the same thing as me. Pandora is not an actual radio station. They are all looking at me so I motion to my GP and laugh.
*memory gap*
I use the dragon shout whirlwind sprint (same as focused flying) to zoom down the hallway at work and out the door. I see the colors and hear the sounds just like in Skyrim.

9:51AM
I have an FA and P from work is in my room. We call each other bad names and I tell him to just leave. I am trying to enter some dream on my GP.

I have another FA. I am lying with my eyes closed while listening to my parents talk. Something about they sold a cell phone and now the guy that bought it says its broken. The talk about which plug in to use. From some reason I think they are in the sun room. I want to tell them that one plug stopped working but feel too sick to move. Then my dad say, "I really need to learn to use theee......"

I feel I need to pee so I get out of bed. My mom says, "You need to learn to use the alarm clock." I become startled because her voice is directly behind me. I don't feel I can talk so I just put my hand on my heart and look at her. I can't see because it was dark but I can hear her laughing.

I realize I am back in the house we lived in Luling, Texas. I am standing next to my parents bed. I walk to were my bathroom was and go in. The lighting is bright in here. I see my dad lying on his side in the bathtub staring at me. His throat looks slit and there is blood pooling. I notice he is using a pillow from my current bedset. Startled and annoyed I say, "Well I guess I'll use the other bathroom." When I reach my parents room again I pause and think about what I just saw. I say, "I am still dreaming." I do a nose plug and I think I blow through but it feels a little closed. I want to make sure so I do several more and the last one feels like a clean pass. I rush out of the house because I think of all the scary stuff that happened there. (Supposedly it was "haunted". Long story.) I go out the front door and begin to fly up. But I notice the dream is fading. I hover next to the old Birch tree in the front yard. I rub my hands vigorously and repeat, "I am still dreaming." It's helping some. I try my bicycle DEILD and touch my face some. All feels real. I rub my hands more while biking. Soon I feel like I am lying on my back and doing this in real life. I wonder if my wife is laughing at me yet. That thought was enough to shift my awareness to waking. I hear something and my eyes open.

Hi all,

For my first dream journal post I thought I would post one of my craziest lucid dreams. This dream was wrapped up in so many metaphors and symbolism for different parts of my life and mind that I literally feel like I took a walk through my mind the night I had it. Most of the other lucid dreams I've had have been far shorter and much more subtle and impressionistic but this lucid dream was definitely the longest, and darkest of all I've had.

I'm not sure if it would be considered lucid or 'semi-lucid' as while I was fully aware of the fact I was dreaming I was still afraid of certain things in the dream that, had I of been fully conscious I would have known couldn't hurt me. I also had many moments of doubting myself and thinking that maybe I wasn't dreaming and maybe I'm awake. Anyway, you decide for yourself.

On to the dream...

It started out as a nightmare, I can't remember much about what happened before I went lucid only that in the moment my mind decided to let me know I was dreaming and 'woke me up' so to speak, I found myself in a giant black room filled with darkness and death and basically everything horrible my mind could conjure up. The room wasn't so much a 'room' as such, but more like a space that seemed to go on forever.

The space was filled with all sorts of bad things everything from demons and dead bodies hanging to negative people in my life that I've encountered. I didn't particularly feel threatened by anything, like what you would in a non lucid dream, I wasn't thinking 'oh god that demon is going to eat my eyeballs as his entrée' but more like 'make it go away, I don't want to look at it any more' This is what I mean when I say I don't think I was fully lucid as while I knew nothing was physically going to hurt me, I still didn't have the control to change what was occurring.

Anyway, I was trying really hard to make all this bad stuff go away and make things happy but I just couldn't do it. I began to have a full blown freak out, soon after this is where I began to doubt myself and for some reason I started to think that maybe I wasn't dreaming and maybe I was just going insane. Going insane has always really scared me so I started to freak out even more wondering why I couldn't control what was happening or even wake myself up.

I became so desperate to wake myself up that I started screaming out to my boyfriend at the time (who was lying beside me) to wake me up, hoping I would say it in real life and he'd hear me. Obviously this didn't happen.

After a while, I gave up trying to get out of the dream and instead tried to focus all of my energy on trying to make something appear that would help me or tell me what to do. I closed my eyes and focused and when I opened them a man sitting in a therapist chair appeared.

The man was sitting, waiting for me in classic therapist manner (one leg crossed, clipboard in hand ready to make notes) and he looked a little like Steven Spielberg. Since apparently everyone we see in dreams we've seen before there is a chance maybe the therapist actually was Steven Speilberg (haha!)

I sat in the chair in front of the therapist and told him frantically that I wasn't sure what was going on, I thought I was going insane, that I didn't know why I couldn't control anything and that I couldn't make it go away. The therapist told me that I couldn't control everything, that I just had to stop fighting it and embrace it and that I would find out more later.

This conversation went on for a little while before I ventured off into the vast darkness, still quite terrified although wanting to take the therapists advice, I tried to embrace it, I tried to let go of my fear. I kept walking and the darkness began to transform into a beautiful dream landscape. Bright colours, patterns, like something from an acid trip. I was literally bouncing off the walls and floating.

Soon after this moment of psychedelia the colours began to change back into more natural colours and everything started to look more real again. I looked ahead and the landscape transformed into my old primary school assembly hall. It was like walking back through a memory and I could see the childhood version of myself at assembly. I examined myself for a second before I went up to child me and hugged myself. I felt at peace and happy, like I had reunited with a piece of myself.

Then my childhood self turned into some kind of tiny demon and started attacking me, I couldn't get it off me so I bit it's throat out and ended up waking up panicked and scared.

This dream started out down the street from my house. I was going for a walk around the block like I do nearly every day. Nothing seemed out of place, and the begining has very little to do with the rest of the dream. I walked my elementry school that's down the street from my house, and as I passed the front office- my oldest friend Marykate Pennington walked by on the other side of the road. I said Hey! what's going on? She said Hey! I just got back from Washington. And she started telling me about her trip. (Everything seemed pretty accurate, she had been living in Washington for a few months.)
We walked down my street and I felt very very weak for some reason. I told her to go to my house and ask my mom to make her some food and we'll catch up in a bit, she didn't look so good either.
I walked past my wife and her sister Amie laying on the sidewalk on the corner accross the street from the school, and I layed down next to her. We talked for a minute, and I fell asleep even though I wasn't sleeping. She poked me a couple times to see if I was awake, and I was awake then but I was going to turn around and yell BOO! But I tried to jump up and found I was too weak at this point. I lifted my head but then it feel back to the ground. Then I laughed and told her what I was trying to do and that I didn't feel good, then we began walking back to my house. On the way back down my street, I noticed that a few of my neighbors small brick walls had been broken on the edges. A few bricks layed on the sidewalk with no explination, like something big had plowed through them.
As I got closer to my house, I noticed a short elderly lady standing in front of the church across the street from my house. (My house in real life is on the corner surrounded by three churches and a school. It's a weird corner.)
The lady was pointing up in the tree shouting, "MONSTER, MONSTER, IT'S THERE! IN THE TREE! Why wouldn't anyone listen?!"
I started walking towards her while looking into the tree, and just then a huge green worm like creature; probably twenty feet long and three feet wide leaped from the tree and with supernatural speed ran through the church's courtyard. "What the fuck!?" I yelled, still weak- I was holding on to things to keep myself moving. It circled the church and rapidly multiplied into an enormous green Cthulhu looking beast. As big as the building and much too quick for anyone around it to escape. It had dozens, maybe a hundred limbs and each was as big or bigger than the first worm I saw. It made me remember a dream that I had when I was little, I have seen what that worm was doing before.
But in the dream years ago, nobody found out what it was. There was a mysterious death in the church yard with a huge grooved ditch going through the grass. I now realized what it was, and I knew the old lady was aware of that past dream as if it was a reality. I looked up at the beast as it flailed it's limbs and grabbed another man and woman right behind me and slammed the woman into the cement directly in front of me. I knew her, she was the mother of my next door neighbor. It pained me to see but I had to go, she was dead. My wife and I reached my house and informed my family. I was standing in my kitchen panicking when I saw icons come up in front of my face like a game. I needed to choose and option of what to do next, but I didn't know what to do. They didn't even have names on them. That was the last thing I remember about this dream. It was fucking epic now that I'm awake thinking about it, but very intense while I was in it.

One thing that's baffling me is how my mind continued a story from so many years ag at that church- and randomly brought it into a huge monsterous conclusion last night. It's beautiful.

Date: 08/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 1.00am
Consumed 1 x menthol sweet about an hour before bed

Dream 1 - non lucid 2.53am

The dream may have been longer, but I only remember it starting as I am sat with my parents, outside in someone's garden, on a garden table set. It is late at night and dark, I am drinking a bottle of beer as is my dad. My dad suddenly walks off, and comes back straight away, saying he found a load of baby birds that had been abandoned and would die if we left them. He brought them over to the table, he had about 8 in his hands, all squeaking and wriggling. These baby birds were actually huge for chicks, but I didn't think of that at the time, their bodies are round and fat, and very squishy. About the size of a tennis ball but some were bigger than others. They were naked and dark pink, and blind with bright yellow beaks. My dad dropped one, and luckily it landed on some soft material. I picked it up, and was shocked at the texture. It was warm, actually, quite hot to the touch. It was squishy and soft, and it's skin was slightly loose so it felt really strange. The feel of the bird was SO VIVID that I remember being shocked by it. The dream wasn't a very vivid dream. I tried to keep the chick safe but it kept slipping from my hands, and I was so worried that I was going to hurt it. Eventually we put them into tiny wicker baskets especially made for baby birds, and put some eggs in the bottom of the baskets to encourage the mummy birds to sit on them. The eggs were rectangle and bright yellow (like pieces of gum??) We put them into bird houses - 2 chicks in each house. It took some fiddling as they kept falling over and the bird houses were made of wire so the baskets kept falling through the wire, it was a bit of a balancing act. Eventually they were all set, and we decided to supply some food until the adult birds came. My mum brought some lettuce, and put a leaf in each, however for the last box, she got a bit excited and started claiming this was a special bird she was looking after for a friend, and that it had to eat a certain diet of jalepenos and lettuce (wtf?) so we did. My mum was unusually happy about this and started singing 'who likes jalepenos? YOU like jalepenos!' to the baby bird.

Dream 2 - non lucid dream fragments

I woke up with bits of dreams in my head and really struggled to keep hold of them! Like they were slipping from my mind as I thought of them.

A dream of a dog
The colour white (maybe white letters - see below)
Someone doing the alphabet, but only going to T

Dream 3 - non lucid dream 8.25am

I had tried to WILD, and was making really good progress - I felt some strange sensations and some dreams images entering my head, but each time I didn't quite get there, I think I didn't keep the images going long enough or I was too awake. I would think of a scenario, and it would start playing in my head, and then it would become out of my control, like people would enter and things would happen without me making it - but I was still aware I was WILDing and not asleep. I finally fell asleep, but had some cool moments slipping in and out of dreams, semi lucid at some point but never fully in a lucid dream.

I am in a room (maybe a classroom or function room?) with lots of people including my sister. I get the feeling it is mostly my sister's friends. Some of them are dressed up very nice and singing / dancing while the others sit around watching. As I am the only guy, I am told to go to the corner of the room, but when I get here my friend R (also male) is here waiting for me. He is in a very bad mood, and I think he is hungover. We are made to sing to provide music for the dancers. I am SUPER embarrassed about this, I can't sing at all. R starts making some beats with his mouth, and I try to rap over the top. The result is terrible and I just want to be anywhere else but here right now. It turns into a really bad Beastie Boys style rap, and eventually I give up before I die from embarrassment. A female cleaner comes round, and wipes the books we are holding open, wiping all the pictures and letters off the page. We say 'hey!' but she laughs and apologises, R say's he's not bothered anyway and chucks the book down, he is very mardy. Someone starts celebrating their birthday, I start to clean my ears, not really wanting to join in. I have notes that also say the girls were in fancy dress, and lined up against a wall? But I don't remember that very clearly.

Dream 4 - non lucid dream

I am in the backgarden of my childhood home. This dream starts with me staring into the sun, trying to feel the heat and look at all the detail in the bushes and flowers, as part of my ADA. There is chalk drawings on the bricks on the side of the house. My mother and father are here, as is my sister and her young son - my nephew. There is a knock at the door, and we know it is my nephew's dad, who my sister has split up with. He is a good dad and not a bad person, but we don't want him to take my nephew so we keep quiet while my dad answers the door. The father (who in real life is some kid who used to live down the road from my mum) apologises for being late, but my dad tells him the kid is asleep. For a moment, I think my nephew will run to the door shouting 'daddy!' and give it away, but he stays quiet and plays with me. Eventually his father leaves. Now I am a lot younger, and running up and down some steps being a little naughty. There is another child with me - possibly my nephew? An older man, with a muchtache and wearing rather old fashioned gentlemen's clothing stops me. He seems happy and is well spoken. He tells me he knows I lucid dream, and gives me THE BIGGEST jar of pickled onions I have ever seen. Possibly the size of my leg. He tells me the vinegar is known to induce lucid dreams, and that the jar is a gift to me from him. I thank him, and somehow drag this massive jar back to the back garden where my parents still are. I start eating the onions, determined to lucid dream. My sister tells me she's been taking heroin to induce lucid dreams, and I tell her that is dangerous and she better stop. She promises me she will stop. I know have 2 of these big jars, and they are in the middle of the floor in the garden. A blue car with a man driving and his wife in the passenger seat, drive up to the jars and stop because they can't get by. They drive so close I get angry with them, it's like they are trying to make a point that I'm in the way. It takes a few of us to lug the jars out of the way an they drive off without saying thankyou. I shout at them, angry and they stop. We run up to the car, they are angry too, and they have some sort of trailer on the back of their car. I take something out of the trailer but I forget the rest of the dream.

Dream 5 - non lucid dream

My bf's aunt is cooking for us. She leaves the room and I notice some of the ingredients have fallen out of the pan, so I go to keep an eye on it. There isn't much left in it, but I try my best. She returns and thinks I have messed up her cooking, she isn't angry but jokingly tells me off. I am annoyed because it wasn't me, I was trying to help. The pan had water and lots of seeds in it.

Dream 5 - non lucid dream - lucid moment

I try to sleep but my bf keeps making noises and snoring loudly, I'm really pissed off with him and kick him a couple of times. I don't think this was a dream!! Oops.

I'm in an indian restaurant, but it's not very good quality. More like a run down cafe that serves indian food. While my bf goes to get the meals with some free tokens he got, a server comes round to serve out the food. We are sharing a table with an Indian family. The server is also Indian, she pours som rice and cucumber slices onto my plate, then questions weather I have paid or not. I tell her yes and point to my bf. She accepts this and carries on serving. She gives me a brown pitta bread and some naan. I ask for something warm. A young Indian girl (10 yrs?) with pretty hair but a mardy face is blocking my bf's seat. I get a little annoyed but then remember she is only a little girl, so don't say anything. Suddenly, I become lucid! I am quite happy, but I wake up almost instantly.

***NOTEWORTHY***
My mum rescued chicks a few times when the dog would find nests in the garden when I was a child
In a film I watched before bed, someone read the alphabet to T!!
My friend R was complaining to me before bed, he sounded pissed
My sister does have a kid, but the father was not the kid in the dream and is still living with my sister
I haven't lived in that childhood house since I was a young child, we moved when I was 13
We used to draw chalk pictures on the bricks all the time
I love indian food

My dream early this morning started out where I was at an elementary school. Serah Farron was the teacher there and she was supposed to be my mom in the dream.

I know that in the game she is a school teacher sooo...

The one thing that frustrated me the most in the dream was that I kept trying to walk into the classroom where she was teaching. The classroom had students who I really couldn't tell the age off but they were in grade school. When I tried to walk into the classroom to see my mom, Serah, another lady who I did not recognize walked up to me from the front of the classroom and told me to leave.

I did see Serah once in the dream, but she had seemed to disappear into a classroom. She seemed very real to me.

The dream changed to where there was some sort of situation with a family. The family was being bothered by some outside source and they knew it. This outside source was connected to someone who lived in this small family. This person had a ring that was flaming which was supposed to resemble something really important in the dream because that was what I was told in the dream.

The dream was connected to something very powerful, and it was only ever in flames when something was at desire. But, this was also supposed to be this person's wedding ring, or gift from someone that was important to them.

I oddly had a dream that was very similar to a real event from my childhood. it wasn't that special, I was at Cory's house, in a rural area with no houses around us. I was only 10 and Cory was like 14-15. Now that I'm older I find it odd that I would spend the night at other kids houses when they were as old as my older brothers, but anyways...

We were in his yard looking at a small, old playground that had grass and weeds growing up to my waist. Cory was telling me there was a hornets nest in the playground. We wanted to get a good look at the nest so we carefully sneaked into the tall grass. Unlike what really happened, I seemed to feel smaller and the grass crowded around me. we found the hornets nest behind the ladder, and we were both daring each other to hit the nest with a stick. Cory gave in and swung the stick really hard at the nest. we both ran like hell as soon as he hit it. I could hear the buzzing like it was going around my head over and over. We ran into Cory's garage. We were both out of breathe and i didn't notice that Cory had his dogs in their cages. The dogs barked at me and made me jump. we laughed for a while and decided to get something to eat.

my dream starts to fade as we make pb&j sandwiches and eat. my vision fades like my mind fell asleep while watching my dream, later on I come back to my dream, re-living my old memory. Im playing checkers with Cory and his grandmother walks by us saying something to Cory about supper. She says something to me that makes me laugh.
things fast-forward to night time. im in Cory's room and were playing a video game. we get bored and decide to watch a dragon ball z vhs tape. we had to share a bed, but I didn't mind. we were talking about something I can't remember and my dream ends.

Old Dream from childhood....1980's (yeah, I'm OLD)

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My mother was driving my twin brothers and me somewhere at night. It was a dark two lane road and late. I felt really scared. All of a sudden the car breaks down and she tells us to stay in the car - she's going for help. She gets out of the car. Houses line the left side of the road. These houses are on a slight hill, but nothing that my mom can't climb. It's an easy grade. She heads toward the only house with a porch light on.

From the corner of my eye, I see dark figures sneaking up to her. I know they are after and stalking her. She starts to run and they chase her. I scream (and it comes out IRL). I open up the door and burst out of the car. I run toward my mother but she is already on the ground and the men are on top of her. They are holding her down and she is screaming. I am calling to her and trying to run. As I run, I pump my arms, willing myself faster. IRL I must have swung my arms too because I scraped my knuckles on my stucco wall and this woke me up. My knuckles were bleeding slightly and my dad was in my room. He apparently heard me scream.

my one was at a store......i was with my boyfriend......we had ice cream and walked around the nearby walmart for something to do......then i was going with my parents.....and they drove a while to get to that one.....and i didn't like it because it was a small one.......and we went in a bus and my sister sat in front of me and kept turning around and slapping me and kicking me with high heals.......and i was buying towels (which were stolen by one of my roommates lately irl)

the other one was me in high school......i was sitting in the advanced classes room.....and the teacher was saying i should take an iq test......for fun.....plus she wanted to know........and put it on the shelf at the side.....so others could take it too if they wanted to.....and then she was talking about a test in the psyc. class that was coming up......and i made a face because i don't like tests....especially ones with essays/short answer.....and she said to not make that face...that it'll be fun.....because it's stuff that i find interesting.....(there was this test irl that she said would be fun before because we had to act like real psychologists and diagnose the patient from the case study with the information she gave and was convinced that that would be a fun part to the test)