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I'm by myself, playing around in my back yard (which seems much larger than normal) when I noticed what seems to be a bird's nest. However, it's weird because in my dream it's resting at the bottom of one of the trees in the yard. There are about five or so eggs in there, and one of them is partially hatched. The sight makes me extremely sad because in the partially hatched one I can see part of the animal inside and I believed it to be dead and I pick it up. However, all of a sudden the eggs continues to hatch and out emerges some sort of owl species. I absolutely fall in love with it and the feeling appears to be mutual as it crawls up my arm and settles there. It already knows how to fly and we become sort of best friends and are completely in sync with one another.

There then seems to be a bit of a time skip, because all of a sudden it's a few years later. I'm searching for my owl but I can't find it anywhere. I quickly find out that someone has stolen my owl and killed it, and this makes me extremely angry. I track the kidnapper to a group of scientists who are working to perfect the human being by infusing various animal DNA into various humans. I find out that they killed my owl and another woman's child so they can fuse the genes and create a new being. I go kind of insane and begin killing the scientists with whatever I can find, and halfway through my massacre I wake up from my dream.

Dream - Lucid

All I remember from my first dream is stretching my real body at the end of it and waking up actually stretching.

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I was in some dark woods. My mom was trying to kill me. Not just me, but a lot of people. I was trying to avoid her.

I then remember being in a dark creek bed with little water in it. My mom came from the distance, and looked over the creek at me. She told me she was going to kill me. I stuck my face in the small amount of water in he creek and pretended like I was drowning myself. I actually thought about really drowning myself while I was down there. I let out my breath. My mom saw what I was doing.
"Good.", she said.

As soon as I knew she was gone, I got up out of the water. I walked a little ways down the drying out creek bed. I saw guards behind me, searching for people. I knew that they shouldn't see me.

I also remember seeing my mom again, but it was like we were in my house now, which was still pretty dark. My mom now knew that I was alive, so I decided to tell her how I felt. I told her that I was upset with her because of what she was doing. She denied it, saying that she hadn't been doing that at all.

Then, I remember being outside in the creek bed again. I was sitting on a rock. Next to me was a small white cat. Her fur was all tattered and you could see that she had a lot of fleas; they were crawling around under her fur. I then knew that her father had gone missing, and she was very sad because there was a good chance that he was dead. I started to talk to her, trying to ask her if I could help her find her father. She just looked away from me. Then I asked her something, I don't remember what, but she said
"Because you're stupid."
I replied
"Oh? Where did you hear that from?"
"The newspaper.", she replied.
"I don't care about that.", I said.
I then started trying to talk to her about herself, trying to distract her from her sadness. I asked her what she was interested in, and she started talking about "partitioning", which, in the dream, meant hunting for very large diamonds. She started telling me about a famous "partitioner" in Argentina. She started getting very excited. I looked at her again, and she was now a girl, not a cat.

Then, I remember feeling my permanent bottom retainer in my mouth with my tongue. It then fell out in two pieces. It had never fallen out before. I spit it out into my hand. I thought about going to the orthodontist, but it was Saturday, so they were closed. Someone next to me told me they were easy to put back in. I tried to put it back in, but wasn't sure if I did it right. I felt it back in my mouth with my tongue.

Still no lucid dream for two days!! Someone woke me up and started talkiing to me so I forgot about half
of my dream details. But here is what I remember.

A series of deaths

I remember being on an airplane with some friends that I have never
met before. Something happend that made us run away and one of our
friends had died and it was 3 of us left. One of my. Friends was so
paranoid and he ended up jumping out the emergency exit off the plane
in midair. We saw him falling to his death through the planes window.
This made my last friend loose it he just sat there dumb struck. And
when we landed he didn't put his seat belt on even though I was
begging him to do so. Then the plane stopped and he flew across the
plane!

Fancy Mcdonalds

Then I remember being in mexico in what was supposed to be my house
over there which didn't look anything like it but somehow it was my
house. I was with family and my gf. I saw all my uncles and conversed
with them telling them how muched I missed them. We sat and conversed
for a while untill nightfall broke in and me and my gf went back to my
house and went to one of the bed rooms. Some kids tried to come in and
one of my cousins stopped them thinking we were having intercourse but
sadly we weren't. We were just talking because she had to get her
license renewed the next day so we had to go back to the states. The
next day we went to mcdonalds because my cousin wanted to go and
mcdonalds over there in mexico was like only for the rich since its
super expensive. So we went and my cousin kept hitting on my gf and
that was agitating me. But we got there and there was like a
performance going on in mcdonalds. My dream then shifted to the
singers manager and how she was getting sued for a guest getting hurt
during her performance. I vouched for her and told them that she
didn't get hurt but was just trying to make a quick buck.

Flaky friends

The next thing I remember was being back in the states in my old house
2 of my old friends were there and 1 I didn't know. We were in my
friend's jorges car and he was talking about how he was doing good in
his geometry class. Then a group of guys came up to us and asked us if
we wanted to be in a fight club. We talked to them for a while and
they left. Then we were supposed to hang out be he decided to leave
and go to the vally. So me and my other friend ernie got out the car
and then he wanted to leave too so he left I went back in my car
looking for my passport and then I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

Didn't get much sleep last night, but it was totally worth it because...I GOT TO SEE LADY GAGA!!!

Anyway, on to the dreams.

I remember something about running an obviously red light, and then seeing a cop car with his lights flashing behind me. I started to pull over, but he passed me.

~

I was watching something play out before me; I was an observer. The plot was Donnie Darko-esque. I was in a house, and a young boy of about 9 or 10 was re-doing a part of his life, a part that was supposed to kill him, but he got to go back and re-do it so he didn't die.

His little sister was laying in a bed, and him and his parents were at the foot of the bed. They had a small fence-type thing that the boy had set on fire, and they were throwing things at the girl in the bed. They were laughing as they did it, making fun of her for something. The boy left, but first, put out the fire.

The fire was what was supposed to kill him. I heard the boy narrating what was supposed to happen: The fire was supposed to get out of hand, and there was supposed to be an explosion that he was caught in. He was supposed to be sent to the hospital, because his injuries caused him to "lose control of his bowels". Then, he was later supposed to die.

The boy watched these things play out, and regretted going back; he knew he had to die to keep the order of things. He willingly went back in time again so the events would play out like they should.

~

I remember waking up next to my friend, Caitlin. She had reset my alarm clock to go off at 9 instead of 8. I knew I was going to miss class and not be able to finish up my homework, but I was so tired, I didn't care.

started at the entrance of a hotel, it was dark and had an underlying sinister feel to it.
i ask for a single room, the indian guy shows me through to the stairwell, i realise the stairs have no banister and there are no lights, a thick black scum is visible on the walls, like blood had been left there for years, he just says, go right down to the bottom and then take a left.

I go, as i approach the room i notice that they are small boats (each individual room)

I go back to the reception to meet Elise, i she seems upset, we continue to the room. when we arrive i realise the sliding door to the room does not lock correctly. i sit down with elise and i want to hold her tight, but she tells me that she no longer wants to be with me, i begin to cry louder and louder this feels so real. real emotions were going through me.

during this i notice the boat starts to rock bacwards and forwards, increasingly unsteady, itr gets really bad, i go outside onto the deck to see what is going on .

I look around to see that we are in the middle of a huge ocean, with other boats, the sky is dark, i fall out of the boat, the water isnt too cold. i just manage to get back onto the boat and the water settles.

I go inside to find elise writhing in pain on the bed, i start to hear strange noises coming from all directions. i am holding elises hand tight, as i turn to hold her body, she dissapears! i quickly get up, the room has changed somehow, its bigger and the sky is brighter outside, i notice strange zombie like beings entering the room. I punched one 3 times till it dropped to the ground where i stamped on its face till it was a bloody pulp, each time i kicked or stamped they let out a violent high pitched scream, non human scream.

i escaped out the side of the boat, however it was no longer a boat but the side of a building.

I followed the path killing any wierd thing on my way, i remember the sounds they made when i killed them, a strange echoing scream, really high pitched.

Suddenly i am on another boat, something like a boat tour, we were looking for a special cave inside a mountain like some form of treasure (something magical) the sea was very choppy.

Me and one of the staff get off the boat and begin ti hike up this steep hill, it was green at the bottom with trees and plants, as we progressed up the hil it bekame steeper and steeper as the quantity of trees also decreased.

It became almost impossible to climb, i nearly slipped a couple of times. this didnt stop me, we were so content on getting there. as we rounded the corner i noticed we were up extremely high, and we coulod see the boat down below, the sea was really bad at this point!

We plan our next move it is a big jump accross a gap in the mountain, the gap drops down to solid ground. i went first, i just about made it.

The other guy gives it a go. he starts to scream and shout, he almost missed it, but now he is holding onto the ledge with one hand, he drops... i think i remember falling off, but i am not sure.

I remember a huge struggle and a couple of people were lost at sea, and there were huge tidal waves.

But i managed to survive and was returned to my hotel room.

The rooms had changed again.

This time all the floors were wood, a huge area open to the sky completely wooden floor, the sun was out but strangely the sky was thick grey .

each individual room had only a sheet hanging down as a door i felt very melancholy being here, although it was bright and sunny it just felt strange.

i went inside the room to find elise there, i was so happy i thought i had lost her forever!!

we decdide we need to leave straight away. I grab her hand and we start running.

as we run a strange man steps out of one of the rooms, i dont know how or why but they could read my mind and speak to me telepathically.

He asked me where she has gone? i realise that elise had vanished again, i can hear her, crying from another room but everytime i get close to that room i hear her crying from a different one.

There were more than one of these wierd bald characters with scarred heads that could mind read.

Eventually i found her and we ran out of the exit, up the stairs and out !!!!!!!!!!!

SO MANY DREAM SIGNS HERE!!! SUPPOSE I JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE WITH REALITY CHECKS

So hi, this is my first Dream Journal entry. I have a few friends on here who got me into this whole dream journal thing, so I've been writing a few details I can remember of my dreams in a notebook next to my bed. And what a better way to start out the first DJ with a nightmare?

I literally don't have nightmares, I can only remember one nightmare and it's a repetitive one I've had a few times between the ages of 8 and 16 (I shall DJ that one later). I get more "anxiety" dreams than nightmares where I'm just unsettled and panicked but not literally frightened BUT this one's really intense. Let it be known that it took place in my old room back at my parents house who I only visit a few times a year.

(Disclaimer: I've told this to a friend, and she suggests it's deep enough that it could be a story or a book or something, so if I end up doing that, TOO BAD it is my story and if you claim it as yours I will be really... sad. I won't be 100% specific for this reason. That is all.)

OK the nightmare. Sorry.

I had this dream the night of March 28th, 2011. Basically, I'm viewing myself in a third-person kid of way where I'm birds-eye-viewing the whole nightmare so I can't do anything about what's going on, but I am able to see my character (I'll explain later).

There's a "devil" - more like a white guy w/ black hair and a red suit and black collar - who is a completely real person with evil intentions. He sends out a massive call to the world that he's got a bounty list of people who are doing good things against the devil in some way. The public's reaction is "well this is scary but we can't do anything about it so just go with it I'm sorry." The list is sent out through the media but me as the dream-viewer can only make out a few names that I can't read. But then the last two people on the list are both my character and my partner's names. Then in comes my cheesy dramatic transitions I get in my dreams, where its like my birds-eye-viewed self is filming it, so my birds-eye camera zooms in to the character's dramatic facial expression, there's dramatic music, all that.

Then I - and my character - has a vision of sorts, seeing what the devil does to the "devil offenders." They're in a blood-red room that has no walls or ceiling (so big it's endless), and there's several people sitting in the center of the room in those old-school hair dryers that go over your head like a space man helmet. But instead of a space man helmet it's a stove bruner, the coils hovering over the person's head like an angel's halo. The devil says the word and the unforeseen henchmen pulls some level somewhere that lowers the burners down against the people's heads that burns their head and brains and BLEH, along w/ some electricity that eletricutes them dead. I see my partner in the corner handcuffed to a metal bar on the side, looking distressed.

Insert dramatic music transition here. From here on assume when I mean "I", I mean my character of myself I'm seeing.

I am kind of like Temperance from the "Bones" TV show, where I'm an investigator of some sort with a slightly goofy/gorgeous partner and we bring justice to bad people. I'm in the same haircut as her, the same kind of outfits and all that but I can't recall if I'm actually HER or not. My partner - whose name is unrecognizable to me, I literally hear gibberish when I'm saying/hearing/reading his name - is a more tan-colored-trench-coated-blond version of Booth from Bones, but he's definitely not supposed to be him.

ANYWHO, I've seen the coverage on the news on a TV, then had my vision and realized I'm on the list. Here's where I'm all omgomgomgomg in my head. What the media also says is that there's a helpline for the people who are on the devil's list. There's some announcer going "Are you on the list? Call ###-####" or whatever in a cheery "nothing's wrong everything's ok" kind of voice. I reach for a phone and dial anxiously. I get the same girl's voice as the operator. I then tell her I'm on the list and I'm trying to explain to her that I'm an investigator and that's probably why I'm on the list but I don't know what to do I don't want to die. As I'm explaining, I see on the TV set in front of me that there's one person who survived the list - an actress who played a private investigator role on a TV show - and her interview was coming up next. I focus back on the call, and the girl operator takes everything I say into consideration and says she can help me. In mid sentence of her transferring to somebody who can help, the line goes dead. again. I instantly think I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die. Dramatic music like it's gonna go to another transition, and I FREAKIN' WAKE UP.

It's about 6am. I feel suddenly anxious, lots of adrenaline, and then I see the shadow on the ceiling. Part of it looks like a horn and a shoulder. I'm all and move the items on my desk haphazardly so the shadow goes away. Then I feel like and can't believe I just had a nightmare. I'm unable, thank goodness, to get back into the nightmare.

TA DA

I am a spirit and invisible to some people, though I can voluntarily be visible in front of certain people. I can pass through floors and walls, yet I can reach out and move small objects and interact with the people who can see me.

I'm not dead, and I am still human, but for some reason nonphysical existance is normal for me and my friends and co-workers accept that. I am working at an investigation office of some kind. Because of my non physical form I work as spy and information gathering. The building I work in is a three storey Edwardian style house and I can float around safely inside without bothering the many people who work there.

My division manager is an young Asian man who's name starts with a T (but I forget the actual name now) and he sends me out in my invisible form to spy on gangsters and corrupt corporations working around the city. I always work at night because sun light hurts me or paralyzes me or something.

The dream becomes blurry and I cannot remember a bit, but something happens and a big bad corporation with corrupt political ties obtains some kind of technology that not only detects my nonphysical presence, but can harm me if I come to close to security sensitive areas in their head office.

Another of the bad guy's technologies is a machine that allows users to mimic my nonphysical form and float around, but unlike me, they are always visible in a semi-transparent state and cannot interact with physical objects. The people they test the machine on die afterwards. My boss, T is kidnapped and forced to used the machine. He dies before we can save him.

I cannot remember the end of this dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house like my great-grandmother's house. Other family members were there. We were all getting ready for a wedding, which was probably going to take place in the living room.

I walked out from the kitchen into the living room. Right where my great-grandmother's chair would have been, there was a bed. Two or three people were in the bed. These were the people who were going to get married.

The people had a weird look, like they were frozen or made out of wax. They had strained, sinewy looks on their faces, like old paintings of people in sorrow and pain. They looked like they were near death. One of them seemed to be wearing ancient robes and a head-covering, like women in Renaissance paintings. The robes, and possibly even the person, seemed to be colored a pale pink.

I think that the scene of the bed made so little sense to me that I actually looked away from it. I couldn't understand how a marriage could be so morbid.

Other family members were seated in different parts in the room, each group spaced well apart from the other. The family members remarked that there was one person missing from the bed -- the woman who was actually to be the bride.

The family members all remarked that the woman was so sensitive about having her picture taken in these situations that she'd avoided this scene altogether. Everybody kind of felt bad for setting up this situation, even though it seemed to be the usual part of a wedding. But everybody kind of looked up to this girl, so they hated doing anything that made her uncomfortable.

I saw the girl in my head. She looked kind of young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She was skinny, kind of pale, and blonde, with her hair in a pony tail. She wore tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt which she had tucked into her pants, but which was also a little baggy around her tiny waist.

Dream #2

I was in a small bedroom, like a bedroom for a little kid, with my boss. We both sat on the floor, cross-legged. I sat before a bunk bed. My boss sat near the door.

I had a big, white, cotton bag of laundy in front of me. Inside the bag was a bunch of laundry and two packs of diapers. One pack was pink, and one pack was blue.

I was going through the bag, shuffling through all the clothing, which may actually have been dirty. I may have been trying to pull some stuff together for some kind of business trip that I was going to take with my boss.

My boss started telling me about his old job, which actually had something to do with the packs of diapers in the laundry bag. He had done something like design the diapers or been among the first sales team to promote them, or something.

Apparently the diapers were made for newborns or very young babies. There was some other sort of stuff related to the diapers -- clear, plastic items like tubing and masks (?).

I pretended to be pulling different items of clothing out of the bag. But I was actually more focused on pulling the diapers and the plastic items out of the bag. I wanted to wear the diapers from the pink pack. I think I assumed that the plastic gear helped you fit into the diapers (?).

I hoped my boss didn't catch on that I was going to try and wear these newborn girls' diapers. But eventually my boss stopped talking about his old job. He got impatient that I was taking so long finding clothes for the business trip. He said, "I'll be waiting outside, whenever you finally have everything all ready to go."

so first with this being my first entry, im just gonna say that all my dreams (at least the ones i remember) are always nightmares or i wake up with a "dark" or uncomfortable feeling.

anyway, to start this nightmare off, EVERYTHING in my dream was the same way it is in real life. nothing was out of place or a different color so thats why this one stands out to me more than most of my dreams.

so i am downstairs in my living room standing with a detective. its night time and all the lights are off but the house has a creepy dim lighting coming from the full moon. i am just following the detective downstairs around my house and we walk to the bottom of my stairs, and from there i dont see him, but the point of view changes to the supposed killer in the house who is standing upstairs looking down on us even though the detective and i are aware. anyway we go into the living room where the detective opens the door that leads into my laundry room and there is blood everywhere, the washer/dryer, door, floor, walls etc. surprisingly i wasnt really concerned because i had the detective with me so we just closed the door and went back into the living room. the living room leads into the kitchen and i go into it and turn my back to the detective for a second, then when i turned back around he was gone. so i walk out and look around the wall that separates the living room from the kitchen and the detective was lying on the ground dead. thats when i start to feel a bit uneasy.
so i walk upstairs and turn to the right where there are 4 rooms: my dads office, my room, my 8yr old sisters room, and the bathroom. anyway my sisters room is pretty much right infront of you when you turn right from the stairs, and she has a window directly across the room from the her door. so im upstairs and i see a dark figure (because the window is lighting the room from behind the figure) and the person is suspended in the air in the doorway. i take a few steps closer and i realize its my little sister who is hanged from the doorway (but i never see details of the face) which is when i panick, turn around, and the killer (who is also a dark faceless figure) is right behind me and i wake up with the understanding that when i turned around i was killed.

I remember putting some potted flowers, and seeds in the back seat of my car and driving off from around my uncles house about a block from where I live. I saw a lady on the side of the road with a loaded shotgun, and she was pointing it at a long horned bull. She shot it right between the eyes, and the bull stood there and looked around for a second, and I had enough time to deduct that maybe it was rock salt. Then the bull collapsed to the ground....and I woke up.

I was a young boy, and I believe it started on a bus. Me and a teacher, or just adult helping out, were the last two people on the bus. He either threaten to attack me, or attacked me, the beginning of the dream is a bit fuzzy. In any case I spent the whole dream trying to not find myself alone, because I knew he would kill me. I thought about telling someone else, but I figured he would just kill them to.

For whatever reason, the group I was in spent a ton of time on ladders. Putting stuff on shelves, changing lightbulbs and what not. (probably because I am a facilities worker irl.) Some ladders were really tall, none of them were a normal size.

He tried to push me off a few ladders sending me crashing into (luckily) random piles of non-lethal things. I finally refused to go up a ladder without someone else with me. One of the teachers began to realize I was acting strange and got me to tell her what was going on. She decides that we should go and confront him.

We go to his house and knock on the door. He opens the door and without another thought shoots me in the chest. I go tumbling backwards. It was then that I realized that guns and shot were two of my dream themes, and that I must be dreaming.

I suddenly was the teacher, and began to walk towards the guy all terminator style. He continued to shoot, but they just ricocheted off of me. I said "this is a dream, you can't hurt me."

I forget exactally what happened, but I destroyed him.

Bike Ride
I'm riding my bike from home to Target, but I somehow get mixed up and take a wrong turn. I end up at a business complex. I ride my bike on the uphill sidewalk past the buildings when someone rides past me. "Hey, do you need help?" He asks. I look up and see it's a kid from my Bible class. "No, thanks." I reply, awkwardly.

We continue to ride when we approach some cliffs that overlook Lake Michigan. There is a lagoon that drops off the cliffs, forming a waterfall. It's very beautiful, but the fact I've been a bit clumsy on this bike ride makes me really nervous I'll fall off. A naked girl approaches us from the lagoon and starts talking to the kid from Bible class. The dream tells me that there is a movie being shot here, and the residents of the village have been complaining about the nude women in the film.

I look down the cliff and picture myself falling off. It doesn't look too fun. I drop the bike and walk into the lagoon, where my aunt and four cousins are playing. I consider leaving before they see me, but I don't. There is a lapse in time, and I am in the kitchen of some non-existant relative's house. My grandma is here, and a few things happen which I have forgotten, and then I wake up.

Theatre Awards
I am at school, and during my lunch hour I'm helping set up for the theatre awards. Theatre troupes from schools all over the county are coming to VHHS for the awards. The officers have decided on a theme for the banquet, but it has not been unveiled. I am setting up blue folding chairs when Brian unrolls a large banner. "This year," he says, "the theme of the banquet is death!" Everyone seems to be pleased with this, but I find it strange. Brandon looks over at me and says, "What are you doing here??" everyone looks at me, expecting an answer. I don't know why no one wants me there, so I leave angrily. I enter fifth period and learn that they took my name off the excused list. Maybe I really wasn't supposed to go to the banquet. I'm so confused, and still pissed off.

Another old dream. I write them out as I remember.

It started with me and my mom in some sort of military bunker. We are being led through, and seem to know where we are and why we were there.

Suddenly an alarm goes off and and everyone in the base starts running around getting ready for some sort of invasion. We pass a section where there are a bunch of baby's and some soldiers begin to hide them. It is only then that I realize all the soldiers are women.

I am given a gun and a helmet and I take position with them in the entry way everyone aiming at the large double doors. Everyone seemed so trained, and I was a bit floppy holding a gun, but got in position with them despite.

I wondered what could possibly be coming for the entire base to be up in arms. I ask the person next to me "who is coming?" or something along those lines. She turns to me and says "it's him". I have even less understanding and just turn to the doors which are now rattling.

The doors suddenly burst open letting light engulf the room, three silhouettes coming into view. A few of the girls gasp, some flinch. The men walk in, in the middle stands my dad. He scans the room causing everyone to shiver with fear. They had been so prepared, and were now frozen, unable to act.

He walked in slowly and deliberately singing some creepy version of the ABCs. No one can even mutter a word they are so frightened. I can not believe that they can not defend their own bunker.

My mom, from across the way yells to me "Kill him! Just kill him!"
I say "No I can't just kill him."
She just repeats "Kill him!"

I raise my gun and aim it for his head. Right when I get a shot he turns and looks me in the eye. His gaze scares me and I shoot. It impacts his temple and he swings around but does not even loose balance. I shoot him in the head again, he flings around again, ending up facing me again. He looks into my eyes and says "I love you" and falls to the ground dead.

I begin shaking and drop my gun in shock. I am traumatized and having a meltdown.
Everyone begins to cheer. A few gather around me patting me on the back, congratulating me. My mom says "good job" and I just brush her off. They keep coming to congratulate me but I am just trying to get away, ashamed at what I had done.

I was talking to Ben about him visiting us in America and us visiting him in Australia. There was a canyon in Australia that I was particularly interested in seeing, but for some reason, he wouldn’t talk about it. We went through a list of reasons why it was a bad idea – too far away from Brisbane (either twenty-five minutes or five hours, he never specified which), food for the trip, silly things like that which are rarely the biggest factor in planning an international trip. He and another Australian guy debated how well the car would hold up on such a long drive. We were in some kind of virtual reality world. Ben had spent a lot of time converting image data to 3D models of scenic places in Australia, but he wouldn’t let us see them… I was confused, so I pressed this a bit. I finally told Ben flatly that I wanted to see the natural beauty of Australia, and I would see it with or without his help. He wouldn’t talk to me or Nicole after that. We got involved in some kind of weird mind meshing game where we turned Ben’s brain into a marble and rolled it around in our thoughts, making him rethink his decision. He eventually decided he would cooperate with us after all. As we learned, the only reason he had argued was because he thought my request to see the sights in Australia was my way of criticizing his appreciation of nature. Since it was settled, we apologized and settled our disagreement. We missed each other’s company too much to hold out alone anyway. Ben made what was supposed to be a bold statement, then – he would buy a bike in Australia and ride it proudly to show the world how much he loved natural beauty.

The dream jumped. Ben and I were meeting up at a restaurant and hotel. We were all going to stay there together. One of the employees at the restaurant, a woman with blond hair in a sophisticated, black uniform, asked if I needed any help. I declined any assistance; I was waiting for someone, I said. I stood in the middle of the busy restaurant as waitresses zoomed back and forth between tables. I observed that the hotel was separated by a swamp-like stretch of gooey, red organic tissue. I dared not step on it. I asked the blond woman from before how I should cross it. She pointed out a narrow path made of stone that led across. All of this was clearly a reference to Althea’s swamp in the Sword of Truth series. I thanked the woman for her help as Ben appeared in the distance… He was riding a bicycle! When he approached the restaurant, he hopped off the bike. He asked me which coins he was allowed to use as payment in America.

“The American ones,” I laughed.

“The quarters, dimes, and nickels, then…?” he asked, nodding.

“The pennies, too!”

“No…” he said in sincere disbelief. “Really?!” He came into the restaurant after paying some kind of bike fee. Even inside the restaurant, he rode that bike everywhere. He nearly fell in the living swamp water as I was showing it to him. I warned him about it… At best, the water would just creep us out. I didn’t want to find out it was deadly and acidic. Anyway, we went to the winding stone trail. Naturally, Ben had to ride his bicycle over it. He nearly fell in twice; one of the stumbles put most of his weight over the edge, but Ben somehow floated to safety. I asked if he was feeling alright… He was having a lot of trouble with balance. Although he assured me he was fine, he seemed very dizzy… He started coughing and eventually vomiting bile. I invited him to sit on a bench with me and rest before we continued onward. He accepted the offer. I took photographs of the swamp.

The dream jumped. I had a false awakening in Nicole’s bed. The room looked as it did before she rearranged the furniture. I understood that this room was connected to the hotel from before. I kept hearing sounds like a squeaky bike outside. I tuned it out as I relaxed in bed. It was a bright, new morning… Nicole stirred and immediately asked about the strange, periodic bouts of squeaking. I told her I would check it out. The next time we heard it, I saw up and looked out her window. In the street was a metallic figure attached to bike wheels – one big, one small. It cycled freely down the road. I figured out what was going on instantly and ducked out of view.

“You can’t be serious…” I said, mostly to myself. “Get under the bed! Now!” I urged Nicole. She and I managed to squeeze under the bed together. It looked like it would be easy for the robots to detect us if they checked the house; the bed seemed higher up than it actually was from our low vantage point. Anyway, the moment I saw the human-like design in what otherwise could’ve been an interesting vehicle, everything came into place. I knew it was an artificially intelligent robot. The fact that I heard several on the street – but no cars, frighteningly enough – indicated that they were large in number. I suspected they had built up their forces in secret and overwhelmed our society. They hadn’t checked our room while we were sleeping, I decided, or we would be dead. Our robotic overlords had no reason to allow us to live. I explained all of this quietly to Nicole. We watched, terrified, as a robotic sentinel walked past our door on its metallic legs. They didn’t have feet – just long, narrow legs. I wished I had Apheri.

Once the coast was clear, we knew we had to get Ben. Nicole and I went to the bench outside where he stopped to rest the previous day. A fleshy cocoon surrounded it now. I gestured for Nicole to follow me in. It was empty… I didn’t want to imagine what the robots had done to him when they found him. Order is a disturbing foe… We heard the squeaking of metal joints as a robot sentinel approached the cocoon. Nicole told me to hide, but there was nowhere to hide! I prepared myself for a fight. The robot raised its arms when it saw me and opened fire. Bullets filled my body. I tackled the top-heavy machine and tumbled with it into the murky water outside. Nicole gasped, fearing the electricity would kill me as the robot’s body began to crackle. Fortunately, it didn’t. The robot turned into a small bug on my arm. I crushed it with a finger, but like a cockroach, it seemed to come back to life despite seemingly fatal injury. I crushed it again, and it took flight. It bit me, injecting nanobots into my body. I couldn’t destroy it.

“They’re immortal…” I laughed uneasily. What was I going to do? I basically resigned myself to my fate. I couldn’t fight this… I couldn’t imagine how, but the robots had conquered us overnight, and they would exterminate us without fail. I saw them marching toward us. “Go hide, Nicole.”

“What about you?”

“I have something to do… It’s our only chance.” My body was full of bullets. There was no way I would survive – but maybe I could save Nicole.

The dream jumped. I was walking around in tunnels built in a Minecraftian style. I was just above bedrock. Everywhere I looked, I saw robots mounted to the floor or ceiling. When the first one saw me, a white laser trained itself on my forehead. Intense battle music started playing. Inspired by this, I ran for my life as bullets rained on me. I turned away from the few that were shooting me and nearly fell to my knees when I saw hundreds of robots staring at me. There was no escape. They had me trapped. I ran for my life past one of the three in front of me. It shot a boomerang sword at me, cutting off my left arm. Blood spurted out.

“No way…” I choked. It shot the sword again after it returned, taking off my head this time. The bloody head rolled as my body slumped forward. I heard Nicole commenting on how cool the weapon was. I saw her standing by the lighthouse on Sailor’s Isle (Skies of Arcadia). She practiced throwing the sword. It was nearly Apheri’s length and probably just as heavy, but it moved through the air like a phantom.

I dreamt last night in black and white, which is a first for me. The set-up of the dream was odd; it was like a game or simulation. An experiment. I was on an old luxury boat, and it was sinking. There were four groups of people staying in different cabins- one was a single mom and her two kids, one was two good friends, one was an African tribe that stayed above deck the entire time, and the other I can't remember. I had to experience each group, as if it were a level in a video game, as they tried to survive. I don't think they made it; the most vivid part of the dream was me dying. I often die in dreams, but I always wake up before I'm legitimately dead. This time, however, I died all the way- I fell backwards, and then there was a rapid progression of black-and-white imagery. Then I woke up.