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I had a dream that Kayako, girl from the grudge, who was presumed to be gone for good, was seen in a reflection and had thus started hauting and killing.

I was in a house which was just two doors down from mine.It was grey and bland - there was no real life in the way the house was presented. There were two significant rooms in this dream. They were both big living rooms. One was upstairs and had a TV in the corner. There was also one downstairs which had a huge table in the centre.

There were people in the house. There was someone at the table downstairs. There were 3-4 people upstairs, one of which was pregnant, who was sat at an armchair across from the television. I could see Kayako in the TV set, which was off. When she attacked, she came out of the pregnant woman's mouth in a process which turned the woman's face grey and evil.

I moved downstairs to leave the house. There was a body on the floor which I forced myself not to look at, remembering the way the woman's face changed upstairs.

Thinking I had escaped, I was now outside a massive building with huge windows all around it. I looked into the dark window and saw the frain reflection of Kayako stood behind me.

whiterains dream

a few memorable moments from last nights random epic. i bought 3 lion cubs even through i knew it was stupid. i had to try and give them to a lion sanctuary in the end and was gutted to see them go, they were really playful and still realy tiny.

at some party/festival and everyone is sharing around food. i giv this guy something and he mutters something abut being allergic and then dies. i spend the rest of the dream in extreme guilt and get weird looks from many of the hundreds of people there. the whole thing has a real set up feel to it, like it was somehow always destined to happen

most of the rest of it was about girls so not really worth writing up

20 Aug 2011

We were having a party somewhere but I was not there. Many others were in and around the same place as me. I was hanging around Pokolbin Street, Broadmeadow to redirect people to the new venue. For some reason KnowingNoMore ran past and would not stop for our attentions. Some other random and I chased him up towards the school and across the road, he yelled something about a family tragedy, then back down the other side but I needed to go to the toilette so I ran into the house where I thought KnowingNoMore lived and some rich, late 50s woman allowed me in. I went in to the bathroom, only to discover that her husband was showering in there. The wife also returned and they were showering together. They complained about my behaviour and threatened to kick me out if I refused to give them sex therapy. This was a horrible situation for me but I had no choice unless I wanted to wet myself. They both got off while I was there, I will say no more on the subject as it is not nice to recall but I do remember that the couple were in fact in two places at once. They were in the shower and also at a cocktail party where they had certain problems with their hygiene. Some time later, my family and I were going on a long trip. On one particular leg, we had to climb high into some mountains and then back down the other side. The descent was the hard part. We had been traveling for a very long time and were relieved to be nearly at the end of our leg. The descent was steep and twisted sharply above cliff edges. On top of this difficulty, we had a bottle which had to be carried with us, safely to the base. It was usually kicked down the path as we needed both hands each to balance. On the second last hairpin, we nearly fell. They had been getting progressively worse. The last one was too tight for my dribbling abilities so I picked up the bottle and threw it to a safe location on the path below. On traversing this last bend at the peril of our lives, we came out on a long flattening area leading up to the carpark of some council flats. Having taken this in, I realised that the bottle was now running away so quite naturally I sprinted after it. I jumped onto and over several cars in a line and eventually caught the bottle. At this point I noted that I had almost cleared an entire car in one jump and attempted the like again with about as much success as a snake. But heads up, I had crushed in the roofs and bonnets of many cars and many alarms were going off. We thought that they would be ignored but no such luck. The council flat occupants were all coming out to see what the noise was. We had to run and blend in. Someone, possibly a member of my family tried repeatedly to enter the flats' building but was foiled at the last minute every time. Was entry here our goal? I walked around the face of the building, looking for an alley way through to the grounds at the back. I had a previous memory if there being one or two such alleys but they were nowhere to be found. The grounds at the rear (or possibly it was the front since we were standing in the carpark if you recall) were fenced off all the way around and could only be accessed internally by the building. Clearly there was some reason to keep people out. Some time later again, I found myself in a joke magic shop, not an ordinary joke magic shop but one of those joke magic shops that uses real magic for its jokes. It was similar to the shop operated by Fred and George in Diagon Alley in the popular fantasy series "Harry Potter". I was demonstrating various products for the customers and they kept feeding me polyjuice potion to see what I would turn into. I turned into all manner of things from lions to mice to famous people to discoloured china and I was getting rather sick of it. And do you know what I said when I was getting rather sick of it? I said, "I'm getting rather sick of this. Don't you think that that's enough?" They were quite surprised that anyone could get sick of polyjuice potion but the interesting thing is that though most people don't know since they've never tried polyjuice potion (it's quite expensive), it actually makes one feel quite literally sick. Whether they force fed me another tea spoon or not, I am sure that I do not know since I woke up.

Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.

Travel. A map. A boat. Storm. Battle.

A family. Three girls and two boys. When they grew up, one of the boys went crazy and killed the three girls, and then he also died (not sure if through suicide or something else). I can see the grieving remaining boy. Didn't find the parents.

Fun fact: This was the first time in my entire life that I have dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.

Zombie Portal

I was in a darkened store. We had discovered that the elevator had broken.

The elevator had turned into a portal for zombies.

We teamed up and got as many weapons as we could from the store, shovels, knives, etc - anything sharp or deadly. I was left with sharp little darts. They would only be effective if I could attack the zombies from a distance. I remember that I was wearing a yellow jacket. The jacket had pockets in the front where I could keep my extra darts.

The zombies would come out from the elevator portal. Their flesh was falling off of their face. We tried to kill as many as we could on the first round, but many would escape to seek prey around the store.

Joe and I decided to go and hunt the rogue zombies. We were disappointed and disheartened to find many of our teammates dead on the floor. If they were bitten by the zombies, they too would also become a zombie soon.

We spotted a rogue zombie and I began throwing my sharp darts at it. I was surprised at how well they worked. Straight through the heart!

Unfortunately, they only worked so well. The zombie continued to creep towards me. Once it got close enough to me, I could recognize that it was the face of a fellow peer. The face was now disfigured, gray, and emotionless. Stripped of any liveliness that it once contained.

I didn't have a knife to defend myself, so I pushed the darts through his body and knocked the zombie to the floor. It took me down with it for a fight to the death. I didn't know zombies could bleed, but I figured that they could when I began to engage in Zukin Slaughter (a term for when I begin to overkill my enemy).

Once the zombie had been slaughtered, I proceeded to find Joe.

I took him from his slaughtering and lead him down a long dark hallway, in which he protested every minute of as it was very very creepy. The hallway was something out of a Harry Potter castle. Dark and wet and arched. Because there wasn't any life here, there also wasn't any zombies.

I took him to what was supposedly my dorm.

"Joe, I need to die," I pleaded.

"Why?" He asked.

"They got me," I returned. I showed him my stomach. The top part had been lacerated so badly all that was visible in the moonlight that poured out from the window was blood.

"I don't want to become one of them," I whispered.

In that moment, Joe had a powerful vision. He saw all of the names of the survivors etched in gold. All of the names of the heroes.

"I need to help them," He assured, "quiet, listen." We heard footsteps outside of the door. We weren't sure if it was zombie or human.

"I need to go," Joe announced. And I was left there in the quiet dorm with the moonlight as my only companion. The door was locked behind him as he left.

Mean Chick

I was moving into the dorm. Mine was a mess. Somebody had left all of their belongings here last year.

I remember being at an auditorium. There was a girl sitting next to me who had very short platinum blonde hair. She took my hand in a strange protective manner.

There was also a girl who was being mean spirited. She was getting physically violent with the other girls.

What interests me the most about this dream though was the girl with the short platinum blonde hair. She followed me throughout the dream.

In my DJ I also wrote "syringe and self hate"...Yeah I don't really know what I meant by that

I am in my old house from when I was a child. I am with my husband and his brother ((who died a few years ago)), there are about 3 other blokes with us aswell. I dreamt that one of my husbands brothers had recently died but spirits were good again with everyone, we were just having a laugh etc.. We were all playing a game in the front room, my husbands brother had a towell to his mouth while we were playing, I remember looking at him and thinking "Jesus, he's bleeding", we finished the game and while my hubby went and sat in the front room I went upstairs. I got to the landing and went into the bathroom, I got to the sink and I could see blood, there was bloody tissue, bloody cottonwool balls and the bloody towell, there was also blood all over the sink. I began to panick and knew it was off my husbands brother. I walked out of the bathroom and I saw my husbands brother lying on the landing, I knelt down by him and knew he was dying, part of his tongue was next to him on the floor. I leaned forward a little and looked at his mouth..the inside of his mouth had been sewn up, cotton went through the sides of his mouth and through his tongue. I tugged on the cotton trying to get it out but the cotton also went down his throat and was well and truly stuck. I realised there was nothing I could do then I looked at my hubby's brother and realised he had died. I really didn't want to tell my hubby that his brother had died on this night because he hadn't long lost his other brother. I walk downstairs, I'm still holding the blood stained towell etc. in my hand, I walk into the kitchen and my hubby says "where's mi brother, have you seen him?" I get all upset because I don't want to tell him. I put all the rubbish etc in the bin then walk into the front room, I take a seat next to my hubby and I just look at him. I have tears in my eyes and i'm so choked up that I can't speak. My hubby looks at me and his face just drops, he then says "NO, please no", I then break down in tears and so does my hubby. ((dream skip)) I see my husbands dead brothers ((they are both dead in RL)) They have their arms around each other and they are singing, they say "this is for K, we know he likes it" They sing "stand-by-me" they sing the whole song and tell me they are ok now and back to how they used to be, they also say they know my hubby is doing ok and I can actually feel how much they love him. They said they sang the whole song so that i would remember it when I wake up. There was a 3rd brother but kev has only got 2 brothers that died, I argued with this 3rd bloke that he wasn't my hubbys brother but he argued back with me, he is very stubborn and adamant just like my hubby lol. We ended up laughing and I said "ok, ok you win!" He smiled and then my hubby's brother "D" said "It's all true you know and make sure you remind "K" of the song. I then wake-up for real with the song "stand-by-me" in my head and then it blagged me for about an hour or so afterwards lol.

Teens twice my size are chasing my friend and I. I get the feeling that if they catch me I might not live. Without them seeing, I jump into a grassy slope next to the pavement and lay flat. [In real life my house is only next door to that, I dont think it was safe for me to go there in my dream though.] My friend keeps running around the corner where presumably she finds safety in her house. [ which is technically my other friends house in real life]
The mother of a boy in my class unknowingly sat on top of me to eat her picnik. Bones crunch. My kitten comes up to me and licks my hand. I fall asleep. When I awake I have no body and am merely a presence looking down on the scene. The boys mother is standing with her sandwich looking dazed. Where I once lay was on only several bones and a boot. I am pretty fucking pissed. How did that woman not notice me being eaten in my sleep by a kitten?! People begin to gather. My friend is there unharmed and possible the teen boys as well. My dead presence slowly fades.

A bunch of my friends decided to have a sleep over. I have no idea whose house we were at. We were in an upstairs bedroom that had two twin beds in it with hard wooden floors. There was a window on the back wall and a closet on the side wall near the window.

Everyone was asleep. I couldn't sleep, so I was reading through my physical dream journal, laughing at all of the silly notes I make.

Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling.

I heard this awful noise, it was like a creaking/ripping sound.

I looked over, and noticed that Joe, who was occupying one of the twin beds, was laying in a pool of blood. There was blood dripping off of his arms and down to the wooden floors. His girlfriend, who was occupying the other single bed, had also mysteriously died as well.

I rounded up everyone else that was at the sleepover and we called the ambulance.

As we waited for the ambulance I let Brian read my dream journal.

"It's all your fault!" He yelled.

"What? Why?" I asked.

He flipped to a page in my dream journal where I described the horrible death of Joe and his girlfriend, it was almost the exact same dream as this one.

"You should have known this was going to happen!" He yelled out.

I was in tears. I couldn't believe that I had lost another great friend.

I looked over and noticed that a rocking chair in the room was rocking itself.

This isnt a nightmare persae, but a dream that filled me with horrible emotions and made me sick. (Not literally)

My Grandmother was in hospital. As it turns out it was me who could decide when to pull the plug. My grandma was talking, smiling and looking more alive then ever. But she left an essence of hatrid and betrayal. I saw the plug and pulled it. She died upright mid-sentence. That was all i had ever wanted and it made me feel so satisfied. But then i started crying. Tears of sadness washed down my cheeks. I couldnt speak. I talked with my eyes, trying to show my happiness. I was left in a state of mixed emotions and everything around me became a blur.
I dont recall the ending but I think I leant over her and questioned my life and the people in it.

- It starts with me being in some kind of legal trouble, and then it's a flashback to what happened as I'm telling it to someone else, so I see everything but I'm narrating on top.

I wanted to build extra rooms in the attic of my house so I could have my room up there and stuff, but my mom would only let me have half of the space, so somehow, I made up a brother...who was a small beluga whale.

I built a few sections in the house that were weird and uneven. I saw myself drawing a diagram in pencil that looked kind of like this.

There was a VHS tape that was evidence somehow that my 'brother' was 'fake', and I couldn't just move it or get rid of it for some reason, so I also built a chair that sat right on top of it and hid it.

One day I was eating dinner with my mom and she told me that he had died. I already knew this, and wasn't really sad since he never even existed [??? I have no idea if he actually didn't exist at all or was just a whale or what...makes no sense], so I had to try REALLY hard not to smile or laugh, and managed to. I looked really shocked and put down my forkful of pasta for a moment, then kept eating shortly after lol. I saw a scene of him being checked at a hospital for "colon blockages". There was a progress bar stating this, but it was hovering around 8-9%, then said it failed and he died.

My mom was talking about how he was such a good student at university and always got As and Bs. I was looking at a collection of his possessions gathered on a table that were going to be used by the police to do an investigation of his death. [even though he died of colon blockages?] It was mostly some photos and random stuff, but one of the things was a pendant I have. I thought that it was 'the most spiritual item he owned'. I also thought they might be able to connect it to me, and contemplated taking it, but didn't.

The next thing I knew, my mom had found out and was angry that I'd made him up, and apparently this was illegal or something because I got in trouble with the police. She was also telling me these stories like how once she called him from the other room, and it upset her when he didn't answer or call back.. which was because he didn't exist.. and was a whale.


- Another short dream where I was patting my cat, and then she froze up and got all weird and started licking the blanket she was laying on. I thought this was funny and brought her face up to my face. She was just licking automatically and would lick the air and started licking my face when I put her there. (That was the worst explanation ever lol) Then she stopped licking and started breathing really weirdly. I realized there was something wrong and got really worried.

It switched to me at a movie theatre with my cousins. The movie screen was maybe half the size of a normal one and we were controlling it. We were trying to figure out how we could get it to show my cat at the vet. I was on MSN on my phone except it looked like MSN on the computer, showing custom fonts and everything. N was like "dude why aren't you talking" and I said "sorry, I'm at a movie theatre, and my cat is really sick =(".

There's already a lot of tension in my dream. A lot of stuff goes on during the beginning, but it's very fuzzy and hard for me to remember. Everything comes in clearly when an older man is talking to a guy with a hateful redneck personality who seems to be in his 30's or so. The redneck is extremely angry about something and every now and then he pauses and looks like he's listening to someone talk. Until the end of him ranting and fuming I finally hear a dark voice say something to him. He then proceeds to smash his own face in with his fists, but instead of any pain or gore his body falls away to reveal something much more built and 'demonic' in appearance. I'm shocked by the sudden transition, but the older man seems to have expected it.

The scene changes and there now seem to be sides in what appears to be an impending war. Based on the appearances of each side, it's mostly angels opposing demons. Ages are still apparent for the beings on each side, as they still look the same other than looking more angelic or demonic in appearance. And for whatever reason, there are also vampires fighting on each side after having been turned by the respective leaders. These vampires can walk into the sun, but it weakens them much more than if they were in the night. I end up being one of the vampires, and am forced to fight for the side of 'good'. The fighting commences and there's lots of gore and death. I can't remember much of the specifics during the fight other than spontaneous scenes where I'll see one side or the other killing a member of their counterparts. I also can see each time I'm fighting another vampire.

After killing a vampire, I wake up from my dream.

I had a dream that i was in the street and some guy was trying to get me and the other people, we ran into my friends house where all my parents, and my friends family were. We went through the garage and the men were at the front trying to close the garage door down..
I was worried and for my dad and stood in front of him in case the thing came and got him. Once the door was closed we all went inside and tried to comfort each other.

He broke in the house and we all got him but i was in charge of finishing him off.
I got him and put him inside my friends room and tried to kill him, but he wouldn't die, he then transformed in some kind of animal, like a cat i think (which was really disturbing because i absolutely love cats) .. and he would transform in my vision from a cat to a human.. I soon realised that this kind of person could not die, i could hurt him but no matter what i did he would still be alive ..he lay there gaining conscious now on the floor and i had to do something to stop him from killing everyone. i had to cut off all his limbs instead so even if he was alive he couldn't do anything because he couldn't move without any legs. arms or head. so i sat there trying to cut through everything, it was very hard to get through eat part and it was hard emotionally because he kept turning into a cat and i wanted to stop. the blood soaked into my friends carpet and i was worried she would be upset. after i finished cutting everything i walked out of the room and everyone was rather happy about him dying, but i still had an uneasy and sad feeling. Later that day i came back to my friend house and we sat in her room, all the blood was gone from the carpet, her mum had cleaned it up.

1) Holding a girl in my arms.

2) LUCID. Tell the three people I'm with (I assume they're DCs. At least one is a middle-aged man.) that this is a dream, and I walk past them and call for my guides. They walk through three doorways ahead of me but I wake up.

3) Something... Death related maybe?

1) Doctor Mallick. Einstein (or Edison...) exhibit in a museum.

2) I'm washing my face, CP_Steel from Team Fortress 2 is on a poster to my left. Think about death.