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Wow. Well i've been out of the loop for a long time and my dream recall has been deteriorating as a result of studies and stuff, so i thought i'd commit myself to this dream journal, mainly because my handwriting in the morning is literally unreadable and actually resembles hieroglyphics in a way, so trying to de-cipher it later in the day was always a nightmare, so i thought typing it up would fix that problem. So without further ado, my first (partial) dream to kick off this journal;

15th August 2013
Fragment: It's the middle of the night, i'm in my bedroom and it I was asleep. I opened my eyes and slowly looked to my left. I saw that there was another bed next to mine. I looked a bit further and noticed a baby in a diaper sleeping on the bed. It's feet began kicking, then it's skin turned a sickly grey colour, then i woke up.

Comment: That was it really, that's all i remember from last night. Hopefully my recall will improve in time. Overall i thought the dream was a weird one, clarity was somewhere between 'poor' and 'average'.

Dream 1

I'm at a campground with several friends. The entire place is dark and gloomy, and I feel off kilter from the very beginning. The campground is mostly a steep hill that ends at a lake, with a little management cabin/bathrooms by the lake. We're the only people this close to the bottom. Our tent is set up behind a tree, hugging it. Once again, it is dark, gloomy, and has an air of trouble brewing.

We're all inside the tent. There are at least five of us. One girl is bigger, has blonde hair and glasses, and reminds me of L's friend.

The tent is only big enough to accommodate one, yet we're all in the tent and don't give it a second thought. The front is zipped up, and it is night.

We all know that something dark is out there, waiting to pounce. I can't see anything since it's so dark out, only the faint outline of the tent in front of my nose. We can hear it's footsteps as it circles the tent. Suddenly, something strikes at the tent and the side is dented inward. Then all I can hear is the scrabbling sound of fingernails on the plastic-y surface of the tent. I scream and grab at the tent, holding it together so that it can't enter. My friends are sobbing and crying out behind me, but they are background noises to the sound of the zipper being jerked downward.

I think that it was gone for a while. We made a mad dash for an old, twisted tree on the other side of the road. The fat friend shouted out something, and I thought that it was funny. I'm climbing up this tree like there's no tomorrow, leaping from limb to limb. I finally find a secure spot that seems to be the highest point. I settle down, all while looking at the ground to be on guard. I know that my friends are being caught, behind me, but can't turn around to look.

Then I 'wake up'. I want to remember the dream so I can write it down later so I start to remember each bit that happened, carefully. I'm sucked in. Everything happens similarly. When we get to the old tree, I'm trying to find the spot that I perched in before but can't. I find a similar spot and sit there for a moment. Something dark churns beneath me.

As one, we all jump out of the tree and run up the road. We're all terrified and out of breath, there are broken sobs. Then we come upon two big tents and some picnic tables. Music is blasting, people are everywhere, and you can hear the sound of glass being tapped together. A cute boy with an odd, perky stride walks by.

"Here, we'll be safe here. Let's stay." Someone says in a breathless, relieved, voice. No, let's not stay, I think. I feel a bad vibe from this place, but I can feel my resolve weakening as I keep an eye on that pretty boy and the blasting music reels me in. It sounds like a fun time.

I open my eyes. It's completely dark in my room. I can't seem to move, and I feel very weak. Like I just exercised a day straight. It's a nice kind of weak. Why is it dark? I think. It's morning, it should be light. The curtains are closed, I notice. I get a sudden, panicky feeling. I struggle in the blankets for a moment. I can't keep my eyes closed, I know that he (the thing from my dream) was in the room. I hear footsteps on the wooden floor.

"Dad!" I call. My voice is very quiet, and weak. I try again. "Dad! Come here!" I could hear him talking with my brother, S, as they came up the stairs. "S! Come here!" He stands just outside the open door to talk to me.

"What?"
"I need you to go to the library and get a book for me. "

"What? Why?" In a whining voice. Then the shuffle of paper. I needed the book with the gem on the cover, the book that was the twin to the one that I already had.

Dream 2

I live in a village in the middle of nowhere. The world is about to end and we are packing all of our belongings into this space craft, where we will live for the rest of eternity. By 'the end of the world' I mean that the entire world, besides our UFO, will disappear into a never ending white blur.

Everyone is discouraged. They think that we will starve aboard the ship. I pack chickens, pigs, lots of sheep, and cows. They freely move about. My plan was that we would eat the eggs that the chickens lay, and that the slain animals would respawn back on the ship. A villager made a nasty comment about how they wouldn't respawn back on the ship, but out in the white. I responded by saying that we would survive on the eggs.

I laid down endless red and white beds along the sides of the ship. I told the villagers that we could dig downward and make sleeping quarters. I imagined a long hallway to explore, and huge rooms filled with bunk beds. It sounded fun.

I thought that it would be nice to have kittens, for fun, on the ship. I found a box of them at the last minute. They were very rare. It turned out that a woman had sex with a cat to give birth to them, everyone hushed when that was revealed. She gave instructions as to how to make babies with a cat.

I was throwing everything I could possibly find on board. We were about to leave at any second. I ran outside to find more stuff to put on the ship. A countdown begins out loud. The villagers are screaming at me and beckoning for me to come back now. I run.

Everything was blank, but then we somehow go forward into the past/future. We're in the village again, except it's inhabited by different people, the buildings are slightly changed, and one building is deteriorated. The villagers (from the ship) creep forward hesitantly. They look incredibly out of place, with their long, old-fashioned dressed and top hats.

Some of them start to cry because they don't know if they will pop back into the past/future in a second, and the thought of never seeing their village again made them sad.

Lucid Dream 3

I remember flying around my town and breaking into someone's house. A woman with short hair lived there. The fact that she had dyed red hair seemed important. She lived there with her family. I started regretting breaking into the house because I was stuck skittering room to room to avoid being seen. "Why did I do this?" I mournfully ask myself as I run into the guest bedroom that is rarely used. I literally dive on the bed, which looks incredibly inviting because of the fluffy comforter and huge pillows.

I hide behind a column beside the sofa as someone enters the living room. I mentally curse the dad when he decided to not go to work today, and to stay home. He has on a tux and carries a suitcase.

When the person leaves the room I jump onto the sofa and over the back. I crouch down behind it.

Now I'm on the back road beside the elementary school. I'm flying at least at tree level. I decide that, yeah, this must be a dream because I'm flying. Everything turns golden and light. It reminds me of heaven. There is no ground. I want to work on my swimming for the next meet, and I remember reading somewhere that practicing something in a dream can make you better at in real life. I start doing butterfly midair. It feels weird. It's uncomfortable and tight on my shoulder joints, but it also feels crazy because I'm the air!

Another short lucid dream that I remembered while writing this. Might've happened on Friday? Everything is blue, and there is no ground. I'm swimming butterfly, easily. There is the edge of this sky-pool way ahead, and there are even little handles for backstroke starts and blocks. It all feels unreal, because everything is floating. I an hear a crowd talking and get the distinct feeling that there was a large room to my right. It was made out of concrete. There was a dark-skinned woman with big brown hair there, laughing.

Fragment 1: Creepy
I'm on the edge of sleep. I feel heavy and the room feels off like there's someone in it with me.
"I hope she isn't here again." I think. So of course when I drift off I see a picture of a girl with chin length dark hair. At the time I didn't think she looked familiar, but she looks a little like Sailor Saturn. ((Completely freakin' random, but whatever. It's less random than strangling a bear and harvesting happy clams from it..)) She's standing in some version of my room, she's got a long-handle mace, it looks like bone and there's an evil grinning face painted on it with blood.
NOPE I think and force myself awake, but begin to drift immediately. When I fall back asleep she isn't there.

Sharks
I'm an eleven year old boy with pale skin and dark hair. I'm in the water with my older brother, he's only a couple of years my senior. We're clinging to some sort of wreckage. The water feels enclosed like a lake, but is behaving like the ocean. I get the feeling it's supposed to be part of a resort but all I ever see is the water. We never intended to be out this far. Something has happened that forced us into the middle of the lake. We look around for other people, over by the side of a boat there's another boy, that one is younger. Seven maybe. I grab at my brother's shoulder as I try to catch my breath.
"Do you see that kid over there?"
"Yeah--"
"We have to help him!"
We see movement in the water and see a dull nose bump the body, searching. It's a shark. It's...nibbling, searching, until it finds one of the boy's feet.
"Adam." I say, my brother just watches, horrified. "ADAM."
"Why are there SHARKS here? Why would they do that?"
I shake my head in frustration and I let go of the wreckage and swim furiously toward the little boy and the shark. Somehow my movement startles the shark and he lets go. I get a hold on him and kick to the surface. Someone leans out of the boat and gestures to me.
"Hand him up!"

There's a lapse and I'm treading water where I rescued the boy. I'd been unconscious. My head hurts. I feel something bump against the small of my back, then my shoulder.
no, no, no I think, trying to right myself so I can figure out what's going on. Teeth start to close around my hand and I jerk my hand free. If I keep moving it won't be able to grab me. A wave smacks me hard, rolling me under the water. I get a terrifying visual of the shark's head and jagged teeth through the hazy water.
Then Adam is there and pulling me to the surface. An old man leans out of the boat and drags me onto the deck before giving Adam a hand. I lay there and quiver violently. There are patches of skin missing where the shark had nibbled at me, and the flesh on my hand is a mess but to my immense relief I can still move my fingers and it doesn't even hurt too much.
"You're lucky, that other boy lost his foot." Adam says.
The old man grimaces and hobbles away. I see that all that remains of his feet are the heel and he's put metal caps over the bones so he can walk. Other people have similar injuries. One woman is missing her whole left arm.

Fragment 2
In a narrow kitchen. Everything looks like a dim yellow. A short, hunch-shoulder Mexican man, hands in his hoodie pockets. At first he looks normal, he casts a frightened look over his shoulder. I approach him. When I get a little closer he drops his head and grins a little. The expression is really unsettling.
I'm tired of being creeped out, I swat his shoulder.
"STOP THAT."
He looks startled, then afraid.
"Sorry." but he can't help it. He does it again and I force myself awake, roll over.

Fragment 3:
Sitting in a booth in a diner. There's someone across from me but I can't remember his face. It was like we were on a date.

I dreamed I lived in an apartment in a high rise, but still had the same roommates. The apartment was very dark the whole time, and the entire dream was oddly colorless. I wasn't feeling well, so my roommate offered me a smoke. We smoked out on the balcony for few minutes.

The apartment had several balconies that I recall, and one had a couch on it. I got my blanket and pillow and went to sleep on the couch. While I was sleeping, my roommate walked up to the couch chanting "murder or torture"... I pretended to stay asleep, hoping she was just messing with me but not sure. I very vividly felt something rustling the comforter. Finally I gave in to the anxiety and opened my eyes. When I opened my eyes in the dream, I opened them in real life and woke up.

Since this is a common problem I have with accidentally ending lucids, I believe I subconsciously knew it would end the nightmare. The waking was quite abrupt, though, and I was confused for a few moments. The anxiety was immediately gone as soon as I woke up, however.

Been a week or 2 but I am back, lets get down to business.

First off I was fully lucid for this whole dream.

I was in a tower that seemed to extend into the heavens. There was a staircase that spiraled upwards. I walked up this staircase for what seemed like a hour. I looked up to see how much higher I had to go. I saw that girl again standing in front of a door. I ran as fast as I could to get to where she was in hopes of confronting her. When I got there she was gone, so I opened the door to reveal a massive room. The walls where covered in shelves. There was a latter like in a library that extended up a fair distance. I decided to climb it. As I climbed i looked at what was on the shelves and I don't know how but I knew they were my memories. When I go to touch one of the memory's I instantly was some place else. I was standing in front of a camp fire at night, talking to some girl I don't know and we talked for about five minuets. I looked up at the fire and was transported again. This time it was to the center of my town. some guy walked up to me and said he was with the Molemen and they were taking my town for there own. At this point I just wanted to have some fun. So I told him not if I have something to say about it. Then I proceeded to flick him and watch him go flying. Now a bunch of the same guy I just flying surround me. I figure since I am dreaming why not try to fly away, and it worked I started to float away. I was about 30 feet off the ground when I looked down and saw her. That little girl was and she did something very different this time. For lack of a better way to describe this, she grew black angle wings and began to fly at me. This horrified me for some reason, I have only seen her move once before this and now she was coming towards me at a very fast rate. I looked up to the sky and awoke.

I was walking down a hallway at my school with one of my friends that used to be my best friend and is a male and a girl I use to be good friends with two years ago. Both my friends were going to a class called "Brit Lit" while I was going to a class called "AP IV", so we said goodbye and we parted ways. When I got into my class the girl I was walking with before was there strangely enough and stood by her. The class was about dreams (still didn't get me lucid :/), although AP IV is supposed to be an english class. There was a memory gap in my dream or something, because next thing I can remember I was sitting on a bus with the same girl and we were talking. I remembering the girl joking to someone else one the bus how she had sex with me before, and at one point she also was on top of me. Apparently the bus was planning on going back to school I was at previously, and when the bus arrived at the school there were all these gunmen shooting people and causing chaos. So me and the girl ran off the bus and tried to escape the gun men, every time we thought we escaped them they would find us, so we would keep running. Eventually we found this shack that was safe from the gunmen, it was a small sized shack that was right next to a body of water. In order to make sure we were safe from the gunmen, the girl I was with would wait in the shack and keep a lookout, while I was hiding in the lake next to the shack. I remember while I was in the body of water, my clothes fell of and all my possessions started falling through the water and I swam after them. Right when I was about to grab my phone I woke up, but not back to reality, I woke up in the dream into another dream. In this dream I was with one of my best friends I have now and the same girl. I was trying to convince the girl and my friend that I was just in dream with the girl, but the girl wouldn't believe and either did my other friend. No matter how much I tried they wouldn't believe me, and they started to mock me too. I was very frustrated about this and not soon after I woke up, this time into reality.

Overall I liked the dream a lot because it was very elaborate but one thing that was strange about it was when I woke up from the dream, and I remembered the part of the dream where I was at the shack, thinking about it really creeped me out, it almost seemed like a horror movie.

I could see myself sleeping. I looked peaceful. Everything was dark in fuzzy like how it would usually look when I was going to sleep. I thought, this is going to be okay. I don't know where I am... I don't know how I got here but you know, this is alright.
I wasn't completely sure I was dreaming or not. It seemed so realistically deceiving. I realized it wasn't reality. It was some type of dream. But then I though, maybe my spirit was pulled out of my body, and I could see myself, like in those shows?
I know, it was a ridiculous thought.
I saw a dark, what seemed to be burnt hand. It was just a blank dark figure, in the shape of a deformed hand. It no nails, that I was aware of. But it's fingers were big and sharp. I tried to scream out, to scream out for help. I tried to blink hard to wake myself up. Sometimes, when I'm barley awake, it wakes me up. Like that's going to work in this situation. The hand was coming out from under my bed. It grabbed me and pulled me down. For a quick second, I saw my bed. It was... the same as it was when i was asleep. That's what scared me, because everything was so...real.
I was then brought onto a horrifying, yet fun adventure.
But I think I'm going to say that one for later.

There were a bunch of elf dolls. They could move and talk, and they would also sing Christmas songs if you played the piano for them. They looked kind of creepy, though, but I wanted one anyway.

I can't think of a title for this one
Non-Lucid: We (meaning my whole family, no cousins though) are in some kind of futurisic building. Earlier in the dream something really odd and creepy was happening in the building, something out of a horror movie. Though that part of the dream still wasn't a nightmare, and there was also some game/puzzle related things that I remember only vaguely.

The room we're now is the size of a typical fast food joint. The walls are a blueish metal, some parts have a blue/purple light running up it in a tube. In the center of the room is a pit about 7-10 feet deep with a white mist on the bottom and a pink light illuminating the walls of the pit. Standing in the pit are three platforms at the same level of the floor we are standing on, supporting them were thin poles a foot in diameter at most. The floor is the same metal as the walls but instead of a blueish tint it is gray. At the far end of the room are two large windows that take up most of the far wall. There is also a door that leads out to a metal balcony or more likely a deck.

We, that is me, my mother, my grandfather, grandmother, my and on of my aunts, hop over the platforms to my dog who has fallen ill. While The "trying to fix my dog" part of the dream goes on for awhile and isn't worth writing about.

After the dog business is done we observe a severe storm outside. Thunder, cloud to ground lightning, the whole deal. A perfect replica of severe storm. I find myself thinking about what I would take my room if a fire started. I concluded that I would take my Iphone, kindle, my Grado Headphones, and a few other things that I can't seem to recall.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I was at a mall, and I was supposed to be shopping with somebody but they ditched me so I was wandering around trying to find something interesting to do. I came across this ice-cream parlour with all kinds of different tubs of ice-cream. I opt for the cookie dough ice-cream and walk away, trying to find my friend.

I open up my ice-cream and realise that it wasn't quite filled to the top, and of course this is unacceptable so I go back to the parlour and look around for a tub that's sufficiently filled. Whilst looking around, this woman jumps up on the table and starts chanting something, I can't recall what it was but it was freaky enough to scare everyone else away. I was too intent on finding my ice-cream to care about it too much.

I'm searching through all these ice-creams, trying out all the different flavours as I went. I was quite fond of the orange-vanilla flavoured pink icecream, with a layer of chocolate marshmallow underneath. The vividness of flavour for a non-lucid was pretty impressive.

At one point, I suddenly just enter a low level of lucidity and know I'm dreaming, but I'm still too involved in the dream. The woman who was chanting begins screaming "My boobs are going to explode into the ice-cream tubs!" and this causes the remainder of the people to run away and I'm just standing here eating my ice-cream. She starts laughing as her boyfriend comes in and they celebrate that they've successfully scared everyone away and now they can freely steal the remaining ice-cream without being caught.

It starts getting really weird. I walk up to the two people and, being enthralled that everything is a creation of my imagination and still being in a low level of lucidity, I start feeling their hair and being amazed at how realistic the sensations were. They don't seem to care that I'm randomly brushing my hand through their hair, they don't even acknowledge my presence. Soon enough they just start having sex, right there in the ice-cream parlour.

I go to walk out of the shop, when I'm stopped by this man wearing a "Manager" badge. He yells at us, and we're all teleported out of the shop. Thankfully, the people who started having sex were now fully dressed. I'm somewhat angry at them for getting me teleported out when I did nothing wrong, so I levitate them into the air and try to throw them forward, but when I look up after levitating them, they had disappeared!

I flew up to look for them, figuring they had just gone over this hill, but they were nowhere to be found.

For some reason at this point my consciousness has a bump, and I want to try recalling waking memories. As soon as I start trying to recall, the dream fades and I wake up.

:3
(lol hand in garbage disposal)

i know, i know, there's probably a million creepy doll dreams on here but this one shook me pretty good. I didn't get back to sleep for at least an hour.

it was a very brief dream. I was visiting some old woman in a run-down old shack. Nobody i know in real life, nor did i recognize the house.

i was leaving and she said something along the lines of, "take a look at my little dolls." There were three dolls in her yard, sitting in a baby stroller. "can you tell which one is different," she asked.
The one in the middle had huge yellow cat eyes, and as i walked around it i noticed that they were following me.

I woke up.

Creepy dream.
I went to spend the night at a friend's house, only to find out she had a little brother I knew nothing about. This little brother was actually a psychotic, people eating monster that hungered for people every few days. Worried, I just had to ask.
"When's the last time he ate?"
My friend said, "A few days ago."
I panicked and wanted to get the crap out of there, but for some reason, I decided to spend the night still. I woke up really early the next morning, packed my things, and quietly snuck out of the house. As I was sneaking out, I looked over and saw my friend and her brother patrolling the end of the street. I silently cursed to myself, knowing that the little boy was hunting for food. I ran as fast as I could through a shortcut to my place, running through the woods and cutting through a person's yard. I apologized to him and kept running. Once I got to my street, I started running even faster, but FOR SOME REASON, pulled out my phone to check my twitter feed. IDK what was going through my head here, but apparently checking the twitter feed was more important than saving my life
I was checking my twitter feed while running, and then suddenly heard what sounded like a car approaching. I quickly put my phone away and ran as fast as I could, my house being really close now. I glanced behind me to see a large white van going down the road. It's them, it's them, oh crap it's them! I thought frantically. Once I got to my driveway, I ran up to the number pad to open our garage door, only to discover that my parents got a NEW number pad. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! I screamed in my head. I glanced back, shaking and scared as the white van approached. I quickly ran up to our front door and knocked like mad. After a few seconds, my father came to the door and opened it. Before going inside, I turned to see the white van passing by, and the people IN the van were just our neighbors, and not the psycho kid who was looking for someone to eat.
That's all I remember from there.

Im playing a CoD game, probably mw2. Im doing pretty well, running around with a silenced usp, but I notice its really hard to kill people cuz it takes so many shots and its kind of laggy. someone in the game is talking to me, they are pissed at me for some reason, maybe just mad that I won. The game ends and I find myself lying in my bed. There are 7-8 cellphones on the ground that all look the same. They start to ring and the caller starts talking to me. he has a really creepy, stalker-ish voice. I can't remember what he says, but it scares me. I hide under my blankets and try to ignore the voice. I fall asleep and have a false awakening. I wake up and look at my phone, but there are still several phones on the ground next to my bed. The creepy voice comes back and threatens me and makes fun of me. I wake up (for real) an hour early, but expect there to be a creepy voice so I didn't look for my phone and try to go back to sleep.

I know I haven't posted in awhile but I've been so lazy. I've been remembering dreams but I'm too lazy to type them up. Half of them have been about drowning, as usual, including the one from last night. I'm going to post that one as well as one I had a few nights ago that really creeped me out..

I had a dream that I was bleeding all over. I don't know why. I was just taking a shower and blood was turning the water red and I was bleeding out. In another dream the same night, I was trying to help a friend from my college with her math homework but she became frustrated and started cutting her wrist. She didn't stop there. She kept cutting all up her arm and was bleeding all over. It was quite scary/creepy. When I woke up I found a spot of blood on my pillow. I have NO idea where it came from. Weird.

I was in a pool with some of my friends in some sort of waterpark or hotel. The pool wasn't too big, maybe about one-third the size of a regular high school pool. But it was super crowded. There must have been atleast 60 people all crowded in there. There was barely any space between any of the people. I was treading water somewhere in the middle of the pool when I started to get pulled under. I tried to fight my way back to the surface but there was just so many people in my way, and I gulped in water and started drowning. I made it to the surface just barely and managed to wave my arms for help. Next thing I remember, a lifeguard had pulled me out and brought me back to life. Most everyone was out of the pool now, either leaving or watching me.