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I am playing Dwarf Fortress, and mix with the game a little as I micro-manage the Dwarves to build an epic tower defense style entrance to their underground Fortress. It should be impenetrable! But I have to meet my friend A for coffee before I go to work.

I drive to the coffee shop on the North end of town in a white pickup truck, keenly aware that I don't have much time before I have to go to work, in the opposite part of town. I don't see her as I arrive, so I park in one of the open spaces and get out. There are little Dwarves around me, and a large wooden post next to the truck. I tie the truck to it with a rope as the Dwarves climb over the rope, the post, and the truck. Seems normal. Then the truck next to mind pulls away, and gets stuck on something, pivots substantially, and puts a big dent in the side of my truck.

Ignoring the dent, I still don't see any sign of my friend, so I go into the coffee shop. Immediately, some people ask me to participate in a study. I recognize most of them from when I was involved in the same study earlier. I was an auditor, checking in on their work, and never found out exactly what it was they were doing. Out of curiosity, I agree to participate. I thought I saw needle marks on some of the other participants, even though no needles were involved, so it seems like they have something to hide.

Assuring me that they just need to do a couple blood tests, a strong guy literally picks me up off the ground by my left arm and carries me down the hall. I would've walked, so I let him carry me. Then I suspect that perhaps the reason for this treatment is because what they are going to do to me should make me want to run away. I struggle to break free, but he is ridiculously strong. All my struggling has puffed out my arm veins. He stabs a big needle into my main bicep vein, and quickly draws blood out of me. I conclude that this all was just a very efficient method to get blood samples, and I relax.

I overhear a few scientists talking about one girl who they gave an injection to earlier. She has turned into some sort of monster, and is very dangerous. They have her barricaded in one of the lower levels of this building, about two floors below us. They then tell me that as part of this study, I must feed her, and they hand me a brown tray with a few unappealing plates of food on it. Apparently, she has killed all the guards, and everyone else who has gone near her. Great...

Making my way down to her floor, through some sturdy doors, and down some big stairways, I see her at the end of an abandoned hallway. Several open rooms are on either side of the hall, with no one in them. Some doors open, some closed. Blood, debris, and trash is strewn all over the floor and walls. It looks like a massacre. ...Quietly, I walk up to her from behind as she is hunched over a dead guy wearing a white lab coat. It looks like she's eating his flesh. I poke her gently in the back with the food tray to get her attention. With twitchy reflexes, she turns to face me abruptly, her cheeks and mouth covered in blood and weird black slime. Letting out a low growl, she begins to turn her body to face me as well as if she's getting ready to pounce like a cat. Basically, she's one of those scary fast zombies now...

Dropping the tray at her feet, I turn and run as hard as I can down the hall back the way I came. I hear her approach, but don't dare look back as even the slightest hesitation might be the edge she needs to catch me. I dart to my right into an open room, and close the door, locking it faster than I thought possible. A sturdy wooden door, with a very narrow window, I feel safe now.

Smashing the door right through the frame, she jumps into the room after me. I back away, and jump over a bed, putting it between her and I. She slowly walks up toward me, and climbs onto the bed. Laying down on her side facing me, she begins to speak normally. She tells me of how she no longer needs to have sex to reproduce. Having been discouraged by many males' eagerness to have sex, and concerned about that, she gave it up in favor of killing people to reproduce instead. Somehow it works for her. Almost on queue, I jizz in my pants. Yes, just like that SNL skit... "Well, now I especially am in the position to get killed by her!" I think, as I try to stay on my feet.

I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and am teleported to a river in the middle of the night. I am positioned precariously on a steep snow bank, that is rapidly being dissolved into this raging river. I try to climb out, but the snow is too wet and slides down the bank, nearly taking me into the river with it. It all turns to slush around me.

With a few steps, I leap across the 10 ft river, onto the opposite snow bank that looks like its in better shape, and try to climb out of that side. The top of this one is crusty snow, and large chunks of it break off, falling over my head as I try not to fall with them into the frigid rapids right behind me. However, I have no other choice but to try, so I make another leap for the edge, only to have it break away, sending me falling backwards into the river.

Now looking down on the river from up in the sky, I see that I have died, and my body is being carried by the currents downstream. I watch as it floats along. Then it is carried to a Dwarven Fortress that is harnessing the water for some sort of industry. They fish my body out of the water and pass it to the medics to see if they can revive me. I watch as they try, and then conclude that I have died.

I re-materialize in front of the coffee shop again, having just parked the truck. This time there is a parrot on the post that I have tied the truck to. The parrot criticizes me on many levels. The parrot seems to have been emboldened by being let out of its cage. I let it criticize me, not really caring, because soon I must deal with the demon girl. I warn the parrot of this girl, and how the parrot himself should be careful - as she is very quick. I perceive images in my mind of the girl transforming into her demon form after being a cat, then a demon cat, in various stages of development.

I realize that time is not linear as we normally perceive it, and get in the truck to drive to work.

I was in a place where two of my close friends were also available. They both fell from the third floor, the first one (a girl), then the second one shortly after (a guy). Then I noticed was in the building my apartment is in (3rd floor) but the other side of the floor. All were saying that the girl died, and as far as I remember, the guy didn’t. And I remember seeing his face in the dream, but not the girl’s face, though I knew it was her.
I also remember feeling her blood flow through the vein in her neck. Tried to tell the people around that she’s still alive, but no body answered, as if they didn’t hear what I was saying. Then they took her, and I tried my best to get to her body to reassure and tell others that she’s still alive. Tried to get to her home, in case they took her there, which happens to be not so far from mine. I don’t remember reaching there, but I remember entering a room where her coffin was, and two men, one on each side of the coffin.
I was waiting for her to knock on the coffin to alert that she is still alive, because for some reason I believed she is, but that didn’t happen.
The men opened the coffin, but there was another cover covering her.
I went to remove her from the coffin, and when I held her in my hands, I noticed I was holding a baby. And went to everyone saying that she is still alive, but she was reborn, and she is now a baby.
After that I remember hoping that it would be a dream.

Hello DV. The Dreaming Dead will be a new series of dreams I'm having. In the past two weeks I've had three zombie dreams. I do not recall them all very well so Chapters 1-3 will be one DJ entry. So I figure I'll keep this as a rolling series of dreams if they continue.

Chapter I: The Beginning

I dream that the zombie apocalypse has begun. Everywhere we go there are walkers all around our group. The only two people I recall being there are my friends Matt and Zaine. Together we fight our way through the city and eventually reach our friend Connor's house. He is not there, and the zombies are coming in the house. We may get overran soon. I now draw the large sword I have been using and continue to fight. I slice several zombies' heads off until one grabs a hold of me. I try hard to cut him but I can't seem to do so. He scratches my face and I finally break free and decapitate the walker. I feel my right cheek, where there is now I very small scratch. It can't be. No, not like this. I turn to my friend Zaine and show him. I look at my right index finger, which is covered with blood.
"That sucks," Zaine says.
I decide I must continue fighting. I cut off many more zombies' heads in a rage of vengeance for myself. If I'm going down then so are these assholes. I now see my dog come up the stairs and see he has been zombified. I begin to cry but realize what must be done, and I put him out of his misery. Forgive me my old friend. That is all I remember.

Chapter II: Supply Run

This dream takes place several days later (real life time). This one I recall less of than the first. I assume my scratch wound has either healed or not yet affected myself. Perhaps scratches don't make you turn like in most zombie situations. If this is true, than thank God for that. I dream my group is making a run into town at night for supplies. What could go wrong right? I don't recall most of the events, other than things did go wrong and we became overrun by walkers. Eventually I get away and run into the parking lot where my Dad's GMC Envoy is parked. I get in and quickly drive away. As I drive home I drive on a road that is on the water with no guard rails, and hardly any shoulder. This makes me quite nervous. I see the speed limit is 55, and even though there is no government I oblige the sign either way. This makes me more nervous seeing as the water is so dangerously close. I finally make it back to our hideout, where things go wrong very quickly. I notice the walkers are overrunning our house. I get out to rush to the house where the rest of the group is running to get inside. I run up the stairs to the house past my friend Frankie, who trips going up the stairs. She is then grabbed by the walkers and taken away. A terrible and disturbing sight, but we must go on. We get into the house and remain safe until I awake.

Chapter III: A Break in the Storm

The third dream happened a couple nights ago, and this one I remember the least of, and it was the most uneventful one sadly. Our group now resides in my friend Branson's home. We are seeing a break in the zombie attacks recently. Outside I notice a few walkers, but no sign of immediate danger. So inside, my friend Corey makes us a wonderful meal and we feast like kings. That's all I remember. Short and disappointing, right?

Stay tuned for Chapter IV, if I have another zombie dream.

I woke up in the bed of my old house out of breath.
I look to the corner but couldn't see anything but knew a bad entity was there.
I try to get up and run to the next room but a giant force is pushing me down.
I crawl to the door way and try to make it to my mother's room.
I make it to the door way and I can't breath because of this force.
I crawl to the bed and try to wake her up but she isn't responding.
She just roles over away from me ignoring me.
So I get up and walk back to my room and lie down in my bed to die.
Lying there in pain, dying and my consciousness is fading out to black.
Then an old man's face flashes before my eyes.
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After seeing the old man's face I woke up springing foreword in bed and out of breath.
I feel terrified and always seem to feel surprised that I'm in my current house and not my past house. I have has this dream numerous times and do not recognize the old man.

helen it's time to die

15 years of age with long black hair
living in a mansion, mother's dead. and her mother too.
there's so many little doors but when I touch their handles
dead voices scream in my ear dont be opened!
like alice in wonderland
alice with knives
voices start screaming in my ear
helen, it's time to die!
I don't know where the voices are coming from
maybe, the little doors will hold the answer
I open the door and walk down the stairs
it's flooded, I dive beneath the water
into endless hallways of black cats
I come to a room
where the dead are having dinner
my grandmother, a shriveled black skull
the dead tell me
helen, it's time to die!
we are starting a revolution
where the dead will rise
an army
playing cards blow around our table
spades hearts clubs diamonds
I see visions of their suicides
blood
we need a virgin

My love for lucid dreaming is strong as I cope with the loss of a friend, but I cannot stand seeing their home inside the dream and wanting to be able to do what I never did with them in person whenever I would walk her to school.

It's happening on this street I currently live in. It's not a long street, as a matter of fact, it could take me about 10 minutes to walk across it in reality. It isn't like that in dreams. In dreams, the time it takes to walk down across this street is determined by how many memories I have within it, I assume. My father is driving me down this street in this blue car. He is going to take me near the other side of this street. As he does, I notice a few elements on the way.

On our way down I saw one of my friends' home. Her name was Trinh. Me and Trinh lived on this same street(a little funny because she is the friend of the girl who I tried apologizing to for a year). Unlike her real home, which was a little bit trashy(okay, a lot trashy), this home is as clean as a rich, suburban home. But I'm still not convinced that this may be a dream.

As we're driving on to the next houses, I see Trinh's house again. This made me to believe that I am in fact in a dream. After that my father turned at a corner and that was basically it for this scene. My dream was beginning to fade when I kept on emphasizing to my mind that I AM in a lucid dream.

My mom had died. I did not initially have an emotional reaction to this (shock?). I didn't like that so I forced myself to cry until I actually felt grief. When I paused for a breath I heard sobbing behind me. I went over to the stairs (house I grew up in) and she is sitting on them - looking like she did when we lived there. Something about the emotions I felt at her passing made her solid to me. I gave her a huge hug. We talked a little and she started to fade but I used some sort of mental trick to stabilize her. I got an email telling me an ex had died. I told my mom to tell him he is a douche when she saw him. There were people over. me adjusting the temperature - was too hot ((likely rl temp registering)). There were a bunch of old ladies in the living room doing some sort of craft. My mom was trying to do whatever craft it was with them. She aged her face at some point - made it super wrinkly - like 80 or so. I was asking a friend(a) (who was now the dead person instead of my mom) if he had seen the way to move on. He told me he had. That it was a doorway in his (my old room) room. It had a red heart or red figure of a woman (can't quite remember) on it. To entice him? I told him all they needed was techno music playing behind it. He laughed.

((remembering now something else. A... feeling/sensation - possibly from a different one where I kept dying? a sensation of holding on to my essence, my self as I went through these transformations. I would intentionally kill myself and come through the other side intact. I think the dead people in this dream might have briefly made me remember that sensation while in this dream))

This dream as a little earlier than the last one I posted. I took Galantamine but used MILD. Really didn't work so well but its still interesting. The lucid was so brief that I am not adding it to my count.

They Live MILD 4:10AM

I have a FA and am in bed with my wife. I hear the baby crying and she wants me to go check on him. I beg and plead with her to let me try to have a lucid dream. I tell her, "I took galantamine and I only do it once a week. Any other night and I would do it but please just let me try to dream." She reluctantly agrees.

I have another FA. I get out of bed but the house is different but familiar. I walk in the kitchen and see my wife. She looks a little like Deborah from "Everybody Loves Raymond". I don't find this odd I just know her as my wife. She is at the sink peeling carrots. The sink the old white ceramic and really deep. Some how I find out that it is after 6 in the morning and getting close to 7. I notice the sun is up and I feel really pissed that I just slept that long with out even recalling one dream. I think to thank her for letting me sleep but she looks pissed and is not even looking at me. I get a drink of water and decide to just go back to bed.

On the way I pass my dead grandmother. I look at her from behind as she walks into the kitchen. Somehow I realize that my grandfather is sitting in the living room watching TV. I really want to get back to sleep and try to have a lucid so I ignore them. As I walk down the hallway I think, "Wow. Your grandparents are back from the dead and you don't even pay them any attention. All that feeling guilty for not spending enough time with them was all for nothing."

I close the bed room door. It is an old heavy wooden door with a really strange knob and locking mechanism. All this is too much. It finally dawns on me. I say, "I am dreaming." but at that instant I wake up.

It was a sunny day. It was supposed to be a calm day here at the farms. Me and the rest of my child development class were going to be taught outside a farm house out in the middle of nowhere. Everyone was just arriving to class.

I wasn't paying to much attention to the surroundings but I did notice a farm home right in front of the class. I never seen anyone come out of it. It was a really lonely area and the only people I saw there were classmates from the child development class I just took.

I walked towards the classmates as they were having their early morning talks together. I noticed a couple people. They were Brandy and Susan(I didn't pay too much attention to the rest). I didn't see a teacher at the time, I'm assuming she's late too. However, something bad happened. I had an assault rifle on me. I was carrying it in my hands. I walked up to one of the classmates in front of my and started firing. At first, I thought it was tragic, but then it looked more like Call of Duty when I was aiming down the cross hairs shooting them.

That was it.

It's the end of the world as we know it. I was in no need in a hurry to get it over with. It was already day light and some of these people were already started to panic when we first heard about it. I didn't panic as much as them. We were in a store, across from this store there was another building with a ladder attached to it. My job was to climb the ladder to help save the world.

I had this small piece of gasoline in my hand, I was supposed to use this to ignite some fire somewhere on top of the ladder. Sometimes I would never reach the top though, the gasoline would always fall out. There was people watching as well, they helped me refuel the gasoline tank every time I dropped some.

I kept dropping gasoline on the floor, by then, we all gave up and some of the people were even throwing gasoline on me just because I couldn't reach the ladder. It never bothered me, but I still tried to ignite the area on top of the ladder.

The world was now seconds away from ending. I appeared back at my home, the front yard and waited for the world to die. At that moment, I raised my right arm an pounced it in mid air to try and see if I was strong enough to destroy the world with my fist. It didn't work.

I climbed halfway a wall to see what was on the other side. I seen no sign of danger anywhere, it all seemed calm. I then got back on to the ground, turned around and started pouncing my fists some more. It still didn't work. I walked over to the grassy area in front of my house. That's when it hit me. I was laid down and felt a breeze between my legs. I extended my hand out towards it and knew it was fire! I quickly tried to put the fire out by tapping on the fire but the fire was too fast! The fire quickly made its way up towards my torso, at when I realized, I don't care, my parents are going to have to find me dead on the front lawn. The fire eventually made its way up to my head and I woke up.

Nov 25, 2012
9:13 a.m.

I was joining a Tibetan Buddhism puja. They were offering prayers for the dead. I walk with the monks instead of with the rest of the people. We're in the last batch. I think the monks are wearing yellow and/or red robes. I don't see myself. I think we were in a temple building or a sugarcane field that was recently cleared out (not burned), although there are still some left standing. I remember a river nearby. It was a procession.

I tried lighting a blue candle with just my fingers before I looked for another candle to light it with. I lit it but I'm not sure whether it was because of my fingers or I lit it with another candle.

I recognized Thai language being spoken by the people there. Someone was describing the teaching as both too fast and too slow, and with the words "Like lovers walking on the beach of (unknown location) with its calm waves, eyes downcast but knowing, holding hands."

I heard singing in an unknown language, sung by women. It was soft, mellow and slow. The sounds are indistinct, but I think it sounds like "Um-muh... chew..."

A set of oracle cards were also mentioned, but not sure what kind.

Alright, I'm going to introduce myself since this is my first real lucid dream. I'm Dakota Grossman, and I'm a noobish lucid dreamer, however, I've had 2 lucid dreams in 3 nights, so my technique apparently works. The first lucid dream was for one second, so I'm not going to mention it. Here's how my dream happened. Right when I went to sleep, I knew I was dreaming. It started in the middle of Walmart, where I decided I might as well fly. I took off in the air to fall about ten feet later. Then, I remembered that I would have to KNOW that I could fly. So, I took off. That got boring easily, so I stopped, and headed for the Sporting Goods section (my favorite walmart place). Every product was deformed, so I decided to summon a shotgun. It took me a couple of tries until I was completely confident. Then, I got the shotgun and pulled it off of my back. It was not normal and hard to load, so I tried to summon a pistol. I couldn't do it at all. So I grabbed the shotgun and told it that it would be loaded. It was, and I shot it. A DC worker said that I couldn't fire that in the store. I said that I could, and he said that I was right and walked away. I tried to summon some zombies, but I got nothing. Then, I woke up to my alarm. I could feel, smell, and see things in my dream, but it wasn't as real as some people said. So, I'll keep writing in my DJ, and I heard they got more real, so I keep on dreaming and writing. Hope you liked my first online DJ entry (I have a physical one). TTYL!

Four years ago my mother had gastric bypass surgery but ended up with an infection and passing away three days later the day after my birthday. I have this kind of dream a lot but the actual event vary from dream to dream. Always frustrating as hell and I don't know if this falls under lucid but I always end up saying "your not supposed to be here you are dead."

This time my dad was living in our old house with my uncle and three cats. Two cats had to be given away when I moved and my dad sold the house. And the oldest girl cat died from old age. I walk in the door and was anxious because I knew the house was on the market and my dad must be living there illegally. I was excited to see my kitties and I cuddles up with the three of them on my bed. Suddenly I'm in the living room where my mom was watching TV. I stood there and looked at my mom trying to wrap my mind around the fact that she was sitting there. Then angrily I said: "Your dead. You can't be here!" and then I was filled with rage as he two dogs, who I hared when my mom was alive and had them, and my number one thought was I'd rather she be dead then have those stupid ass dogs in this house. Then I realize that she and my dad who had been happily married for almost 45 years; were divorced and hated each other.

That's it. It may have been a quick dream but it lasted all night long. Strange how time is warped in dreams.

Eating with a few people. Strangers. Businessmen. Talking about photography. The dead. Ancestors.

Methods/Aids
Thoughts
Lucid
* = Dream signs/cues
Non lucid
Dialog bold

Dead End Road - 2:06AM
Driving down same road as snow dream. Sudden dead end solider support troops concert in a pasture. Turn around pushing cart with TV*. TV keeps falling. some kid keeps begging to use my tv to play game. I carry TV and wife* carries xbox. I tell the kid, "I will punch you in face." I see him and his dad and appologize. Dad is smiling. I say, "I thought kid was much older." I feel ashamed of myself.

Hospital Crowd - 3:44AM - Attempted WILD
Lots of FAs. Hospital waiting for elevator. People crowd me. I want to change my mind and go another way. Lady put her purse in my wheelchair I was pushing. Have to wait. I feel crowded. I see Spenser. I push him and scream, "FUCK, PEOPLE! BACK OFF!" I decide I'm leaving. I go to get my wheelchair and see my empty sugar bag and my wheelchair is now a flat cardboard box.* I storm off pissed and go into a room. I see my wife sleeping. I think that I just woke up or something.* I feel really hot. I turn the air down. The room looks a little off but I don't notice. I think must have had a dream and try to DJ about the crowed hospital*. I see baseball videos vididly on my phone. It looks like the Astros. I see a name. Rodriguez. (Does he play for them?) I try to type it but its all messed up. There are characters on my keyboard that glow like strange symbols.* I stare at it confused. I can't see to focus on my typing.

EDIT: Well I'll be damned. I had no idea. It looks like him too! Rodriguez

My Dead Uncle - 4:37AM DEILD attempt - mantra "Remember Dreamsigns and Dreams"
I am back in the hospital. I have my son, Riley. Mom is holding him. I look back and see my niece, Elizabeth is way younger and really thin.* I feel half asleep and groggy. We sort of wonder around lost. We stumble into a room. I see my deceased Uncle Vernon*. Mom hands him Riley and says here's your grandson (WTF?). We are sitting at a folding table. There are 3 windows in front of me. I stare out the right side window and see a boney rib of a carcass of some long dead beast like a cow in the lawn.* I feel confused about this. I ponder why that would be there.
Mom interrupts my thoughts and asks, "Did you leave the window down quarter way?"
I am confused. I ask, "What? The House? Car? This room? WHAT?"
She laughs and sarcasticly says, "The north side of the dog house."
I keep seeing that carcass outside the window. I think on this again. I feel that there is something I am missing. There was something I wanted to remember. What is it. I must know. The sun starts blinding me from center window. Mom draws Curtains but the sun moves to the left one*. I stare again at the carcass in lawn wondering what it is I am trying to remember. I am on the verge of DILD when baby decides he wants a bottle and I wake up.


PISSED! 5:56AM DEILD attempt - mantra "Remember Dreamsigns and Dreams"
We are at Walmart and I round the corner to see my wife kissing some guy that looks like her ex boyfriend.* I get so pissed at her and start cussing and yelling. She starts acting just like my ex-wife and I lose it. I can't remember what was said but later we continue to shop because I really want to find a halloween costume. We walk and into a mall. I open a door and find a really dark and hot room. There is one light and a ton of button up shirts with vertical stripes. I look them over. I notice that there a lot of noise in here and I can't hear to yell at my wife. I say, "We are probably not supposed to be here."* I am still so pissed of and I want nothing to do with her.
We are getting in the car. My seat belt gets all effed up and wont work right. She tries to help me but I am so pissed that I push her hand away. I get out of the car and find some type of harness on me.* I rip it off and get in the car again. This time it works right. I try to drive out of the parking lot but I see a strange path and try to follow. I cross a bridge. Some adults yell at someone I can't see. I see them flip someone off. Then a little down I see some really young kids do the same. I think how bad that was but don't interfere.
I am now by myself on a 4-Wheeler.* I try to go up a really steep hill. I try to angle it but the 4-Wheeler rolls. I just off and land on my stomach at the bottom unhurt.* I get up and have to rock climb to the top. I have a strong hand and foot sensation here. At the top there is a couch and TV. I sit down. My ex-wife's brother is there and he sits next to me.* I try to ignore him but he excitedly holds out a large phone and says, "Hey you have to watch this funny video!"
BTW my wife would never do that and we never fight like that. That anger actually carried over into waking and I had to apologize for being hateful this morning. LOL.
There were so many dream signs last night I woke a little mad at myself for forgetting after putting so much effort into remembering.

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