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I see a hand facing palm forward. The hand’s fingertips elongate until the bones of the fingers pierce the skin and continue to grow. The figure who’s hand this belongs to screams in agony. All the bones extend to the point the figure’s skin sheds entirely, ripped from his body. The bony arms lengthen and the torso thickens… the bony feet take hold in the soil and wrap into the earth until the skeleton man now resembles a gigantic skeleton tree. A bone acorn drops from the tree and falls at the foot of a child who decides to climb the skeleton tree. As the child inches across the branch of an arm, it snaps, and the child falls to the ground. The child has broken his arm, and lies in a near-lifeless heap as bony roots pop out of the earth to wrap the child and bring him down unto its depths underground.

1/12/11

1- Why Reality Checks Are Useful
Driving has never been incredibly easy for me, but it's certainly never been this difficult! What is wrong with me today? Or is it the car? I flinch and hit the brakes nearly ten feet from the stopped car in front of me, but my stupid Kia keeps moving and bumps into it. Either the driver doesn't notice, or he doesn't care. More than a bit unnerved, I turn onto the interstate and head STRAIGHT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC!!! Oh my God, I'm going to die!

In a panic, I swerve to the right side of the road, lose control of the car (as if I ever had control in the first place), and slam into a vehicle who was blaring their horn at me in horror. My car is totaled. "Good thing this is just a dream," I say to myself right before I die.

I am majorly confused. My mother tells me that I wrecked my car, but I am certain that the crash was only a dream. Was it possible that the car was destroyed as a RESULT of my dream? Or am I dreaming right now? Hmm...

The dream changes. I am now a man who has been killing people in his sleep. The memory is vague at this point, but I recall looking at a lady with short blond hair who was holding a bloody knife...

I see a lone stuffed anthropomorphic Teddy Bear, complete with button eyes. It tries to talk to me but its mouth is just a seam stitched shut. In an attempt to talk, the bear forcibly rips its mouth-seam open. As soon as it manages to make a working mouth… the bear’s cotton guts spill out of it with such force that it turns the teddy bear inside out, leaving just a fluff of cotton. The cotton fluff morphs into a cloud that rains upon a single spot on the ground. Where the teddy bear once sat, the ground becomes fertile and single flower sprouts.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with my family in a dark house. There seemed to be a lot of us, more than my extended family. We were all crowded around the television
The rest of the living room was crammed with boxes.

I was in town, visiting my family. Today was my last day in town.

My mom was behind us, in the kitchen. She told me that she had just called my aunt, and that my aunt would be coming over soon. I got mad at my mom. She and my aunt always has conflicts. I wondered why my mom would invite such conflict on my last day in town. I really didn't want to see my aunt.

My mom got upset and started crying asking didn't I know she was just trying to make it so I could see everybody I loved? I now felt really bad and figured I could deal with seeing my aunt.

Dream #2

I was with a man and a woman, walking through a place that looked like the lobby of a hotel. The man and I were carrying big plates of mirrors as big as windowpanes. The T three of us were here to visit a dying woman. We headed for an elevator. The woman by insisted on carrying the mirror I held. She felt like she hadn't been c doing enough. So I let her carry it.

We went into an elevator. The woman had laid down the mirror, which was now only about knee-high. We got up to the second floor, or the mezzanine. I walked around by myself now.

I was now in a place like a library. I found a book on a table that interested me. It seemed to be written in Hebrew and had colorful art on the jacket, like an Art Nouveau version of Hans Christian Andersen.

I was a little annoyed that I couldn't read the book. From a stack of books on a balcony above me, the voice of an unseen man began calling at me. The man sounded kind of nersy and annoying. But he was yelling at me that my time was coming soon, and that I was going to die.

I was really annoyed by the guy, but I decided to ignore him. Suddenly I found a section of the book I was looking at that was written in English. Finally I could understand the book.

It is raining. I see the white silhouette of a door. I myself am a dark silhouette of a man in a trench coat and hat, running toward the rectangle of light. As I reach the door my trench coat billows and obscure the door’s light. From above and across my door was a larger double door painted black with a red symbol, similar to a cross (but with extra perpendicular t’s.)

These larger double doors open and nazi-like soliders, adorned in red and black, marched forward. I am in the rafters now, looking down upon the soldiers. I leap into the marchers below... my trench coat engulfing them. All the soldiers transformed into bats and flew away. I ran outside to see a beautiful woman standing in the rain. Our eyes catch for a fleeting moment. Clichéd loved at first sight. The raindrops morph into bullets as bullets rain about the woman, pelting her. I dove into the madness and extracted the woman to safety under the protection and cover of a ledge. The bullets are now drops of blood raining all around me as the woman dies in my arms. I stand, scream and tear both my coat and hat off, as well as my shirt. The sky rains bullets once more, and instead of lightning the clouds burst flashes of gunfire as I stepped out into the bullets, sacrificing myself. I die but my soul rises high and turns into a shooting star.

1/8/11

1- No Option But Pain
I am a little bird who got on the wrong side of some vultures. They are waiting for me on the power line in front of the house; black-winged harbingers of Death. I die multiple times, but am forced to relive the experience until I get it right.

Finally I come up with a plan. I lead the vultures to the far end of the house, then escape out the other side without their knowledge. I fly as fast as my little wings can carry me, into the house next door. Now I am no longer a bird, but the spirit of a young girl. I float around until I find a strange looking tree house. I hear the vultures approaching, so I quickly enter the tree house, becoming myself again.

Within the tree house is a long, dark tunnel that smells of earth. On the right is a wire mesh that is keeping a bunch of deer-like creatures caged in a small room. They are all grazing and muttering things like, "Earl is returning!"

There are more rooms like this, with many different types of animals. I finally exit the tunnel and enter the main room, where a man and a woman are standing. The man introduces himself as Earl. He tells me he is just about to go search for his deer, who have escaped, but I tell him they are in their cage. "They must have known you were coming back," I say wryly.

I learn that this is a special haven of some sort, but before I can get the full explanation, we suddenly hear a loud roaring sound. Without warning, an airplane crashes through the ceiling and nearly slices me in half. I dodge as shrapnel comes flying from all directions. Another plane crashes, causing even more damage, and is quickly followed by another. This time, I am unable to dodge as the plane hits me full on and pins me to the ground.

When I awaken, my him feels as though it's broken. Someone comes up beside me and informs me that it is only dislocated. They kick it back into place and I pass out from the pain.

I wake up in a hospital a while later. Earl was damaged beyond repair, so the doctors brought him back withing the body of a cabbage patch doll. ((This is a common procedure in the future world that I am in, apparently.)) I notice two other cabbage patch dolls watching me, and I suspect them of being vultures.

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11/30/10

1- A New Level of Narcissism
I seem to be a different person than my RL self, in an alternate life. A guy around my age is with me, an old friend who obviously wants to be more than "just friends." I am discussing a problem that has recently developed.

About a week previous, I split into two separate people. There are now two halves of me, and we act exactly alike in every way except one: She seems to have inherited the devious side of me, while I contain the more inhibited side. I fear whatever evil she is planning. Although we have grown inappropriately fond of each other, I worry that she will eventually kill me in whatever endeavor she is pursuing.

As I am discussing these concerns with my friend, I have a flashback of the day the split occurred. I see myself lying in bed, gripping my grandmother's severed head while tendrils of dark energy seep from my eyes and mouth. Once it recedes, I see myself and my friend go off into the woods to bury the head.

At the end of the dream, my double is embracing me from behind. I have another brief flashback (but one that I choose not to share. ) I ask her if she intends to kill me. "Is that what you've been worried about?" she asks in a somewhat soothing voice. I realize that, while I don't trust her, she will most likely spare my life.

Wow... That's a new one.

This dream was strange, because I dreamed it, woke up, saw a strange image in my head that said REPLAY, and then dreamed it again.

I was on a highway at night. I was a hitchhiker like so many now. Evil ghosts were taking over the world.

If the evil ghosts saw you then they would kill you. So, basically, in the dream you didn't want the headlight's of oncoming traffic to see you or else they would know if you were human. Thus to hitchhike, you would have to wait until a car passed you and then leap into the trunk of the car.

I hitchhiked to a building. Inside the building there was a main lobby. The lobby was used for people trying to "Log on". I'm not sure if it was simply logging on to a computer, buzzing into an apartment, or whatever, but the place was covered in M&M's.

"THE BLUE M&M'S!!!" I screamed, "JAM THEM INTO THE LOCKS!!!"

"What about the red M&M's?" A girl asked.

"NOOO they are bad luck!!! Don't touch the red ones!!!"

We jammed the blue M&M's into the locks. Apparently, this was supposed to help us fight for humanity against the ghosts.

After a few minutes of blue M&M panic, a robot in the corner lit up.

"Hello Master!" It said. WHOA! We all thought that the robot was just there for decoration.

"Shall I take you to Akon?" It asked.

"Errmm..Akon, the rapper?" I replied.

"Yes!"

"Akon...will help us save humanity?"

"Yes!"

We stood there, puzzled.

"Guess it couldn't hurt," said one of the men I was with.

"Alright, let's go see AKON!" I shouted! The robot led us through the maze of halls until we reached Akon's bedroom. He was talking to someone on an iPad.

"SSh, I can't be bothered!" He said to us. He was enthusiastically talking to his friend about dirty things. Dirty Things > Humanity.

I decided that this building was a lost cause, and that I needed to save my family. I quickly drove home and picked up my parents who were fending themselves against the evil ghosts.

"I left something back at the house," said my father.

"We don't have time to get it, any minute now one of the ghosts will sense that we are here!"

He left the car anyways and was instantly defiled by ghosts. WTF.

"Let's go!!!" My mother screamed. I stepped on the gas pedal, and woke up.

I start off being in what I assume is a hospital, though it smells sort of like chlorine and looks more like a cell block. I'm somewhere in a lobby when my sister, the mother of my late nephew, walks up to me and gives me a set of instructions. I am to put on scrubs as if I'm about to participate in a surgery, and to meet her in a room that she gave me the number of. After I do what she has told me, I walk into the room. The entire room is very large and separated by a white curtain. On my half of the curtain there is absolutely nothing except for the walls and the door. However, when I walk past the curtain I see several hospital instruments, my sister, and a metal gurney with my nephew laying on it.

My sister tells me that the whole time my nephew was alive, he just needed a special sort of pacemaker to make sure he stayed that way. Even 3 months after his death, she told nobody because they had already had the funeral and burial and that she did not want to frighten anybody. He then looks at me and smiles and tells me how much he's missed me. Just as I start to cry in my dream, I wake up.

I asked a surgeon to remove my heart. I see it sitting on a kitchen bench. I ask, "Can you put it back in?"
"You will die in 31 minutes."
I am scared but am about to hop into a car with Irene, therefore I feel happier. But then I should also ring mom and dad before I did.

I had to be executed by being shot in the throat four times - by myself, then by someone else, then myself, then the other person again, and then I'd be dead. It didn't really hurt when I did it, but it was worse when they did. After the third shot, I went on MSN on my iPod to say goodbye to N and my mom. The time on my iPod ended in :69.


Yes, I am writing this from the future, because I had another dream with a kinda similar theme.

(Pretty epic night of dreaming, last night. Wasn't feeling too good, when I came home from work, so I ended up going to bed early and actually getting a full 8 hours of sleep! Haha. Woke up a couple of times, throughout the night, take some notes on my dreams.)

12/15/2010
Dream One:
"Captain Cockblocked"

I was the Captain of a brigade on a huge, futuristic ship. The whole dream took place inside the ship, so I honestly don't know if it was a water vessel or a spaceship. But I could tell, from the our uniforms and technology, that it was definitely in the future. As Captain, I had a really hard time getting my unruly platoon in order. They were quite a band of misfits, and would only listen to me when I really came down on them. I'm really not sure that I liked all of the responsibility for such a wily bunch. There were two stand-out soldiers in this dream, though. Two women. It seems that there was something of a love triangle going on, between us. One of the women and I were definitely seeing each other, and the other woman (who looked a bit like a cross between Angelina Jolie and the Baroness from G.I. Joe) was vying for my affection.

My official love interest and I were sparring on a large platform made of metallic grid-work, set high above the rest of the platoon. The "room" we were in was enormous - more like a hanger - and the rest of the platoon was watching from down below. The spar was actually pretty interesting. It was a strange dance of attacking/evading, without ever coming in contact with each other. It was quite graceful. If I was facing away from her, she would slide in for a leg sweep, and I would do a slow, precise, back handspring over her, landing on her other side. Then I would throw a high kick at her, and she would bend sideways, beneath it, and cartwheel away. It was a lot like Capoeira, actually, but more straight-forward, and with less dancing. It wasn't intense, in the slightest. It was kind of erotic, really, and we were just enjoying how connected we felt with each other, in being able to anticipate each others' movements. Apparently, though, this didn't sit very well with the other girl.

During a move where I was about to throw/spin my lovely opponent away from me, the other girl had made her way up onto the platform with us. I tried to throw my lady-friend with enough trajectory that she might be able to pull herself out of the barrel-roll spin through the air, and land on her feet. However, when I saw that the 'other' girl was standing in the exact spot that I'd intended to throw my opponent...I fucked up. Having been startled by this other girl standing on the platform, I under-threw my sparring partner. She spiraled a couple of times through the air, directly toward girl #2, who was actually in a perfect position to catch her. Instead - after having initially put her hands out, to catch the oncoming person on instinct, girl #2 swiped her hands away, at the last moment, and allowed girl #1 to crash to the metal-grated platform, face first. The impact was so loud that it echoed through the entire chamber. I could practically feel it, myself. Girl #2 just looked at me with a sarcastic sort of "Oops" expression on her face, obviously not the least bit apologetic.

Girl #1 was injured pretty badly, and I felt horrible. I went to her side to console her. She was holding her face, and it was clear that she was in a lot of pain. Eventually, the medics came, and helped her away to get checked on. While they hauled her off, I began walking to the other side of the platform. Girl #2 quickly caught up and kept pace with me. Quite adorably, she locked her hands behind her back as she walked, a huge smile beaming while she told me how we (her and I) never used to have 'accidents' like that. Trying to dismiss her, I barked that we never used to run drills like that. As if her response had been ready, she answered back that "we never had to." She said that we always just kind of "vibed, in the field." Through this, I get the impression that her and I had something of a thing going on, in the past, and she was trying to rekindle it. Still kicking myself over dropping my new girl, I sat down on the edge of the platform and actually held a conversation with girl #2, though, the whole time, I really wished she would just leave me alone.

While we were talking, our Commander stormed into the room. A grunt yelled out "Ship on deck!!!" and everyone jumped to attention. Under my breath, I said "It's 'ATTENTION on deck, you idiot." The Commander wasn't very happy. He let us know that we were headed for a battle, and my platoon still looked like a rag-tag bunch of cretins. As if to prove his point, some of the grunts started mocking him, and copying the things he was saying. My mind was a mess of emotions at the moment, and I decided to stay quiet about it. The Commander then went into a spiel about how he started this platoon because of the potential he once saw in a 12 year old boy, who he knew would one day be a great leader. And he made it a point to say that he "did not see that 12 year old boy in this room." Even though he was facing the rest of my soldiers, I knew he was talking about me...and it killed me. After what seemed like an eternity, he left, and I knew that I would have to muster all the strength I had, to get my soldiers into shape, before our next battle began.


Dream Two:
"Tygra's Tale"

I was a lonely, troubled, version of Tygra of the ThunderCats. I had an underground base, which looked much like the hanger/chamber in my first dream - a large room with metal walls and an obscure, blue "screen," which took up the entire front wall and illuminated the whole chamber. After pretty much just sitting around and sulking, by myself, I found my lair being invaded by an entire army of mutants and robot sentries. There was a massive battle; myself vs. the entire army, which had just kind of 'teleported' into my lair. I had Tygra's trademark bolo-whip, and it was just the most fucking awesome weapon ever. The three balls on the end would cause explosions, whenever they made contact with a target, and the whip, itself, was amazingly accurate and effective. I distinctly remember thinking to myself - during the battle - how amazing it was, that I was able to wield such a weapon with such extreme expertise. (I vaguely know how to use a whip, in waking life, but would be completely lost, using one in a battle situation.) The battle was very fast an epic - involving a lot of high-jumping and anime-styled dashing; moving around the area with a speed that pretty much made me a match for everyone in the room, and throwing all kinds of projectile weapons at my attackers.

After some time, the fighting came to a stand-still. It turned out that I was being tested by this group. They were actually the rest of the ThunderCats, come to see my skill level and invite me onto their team. One of the smallest of the group was a young girl who said that she and I had the same mother or father. (Can't remember which.) By her markings, I could tell that she was a young Cheetara. She told me to check my records to see if we might actually be brother and sister. Forced with the decision of whether or not to join their team, I went off to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I found myself in a targeting range, flicking shuriken - rather sloppily - at targets. I was really apathetic about the target practice, and just kind of tossing shuriken everywhere; even sticking some of them in the ceiling. Above all else, they had just caught me at my most depressed, and I had a hell of a time shaking the sensation of hoplessness.

Reluctantly, I decided to join their forces, officially becoming one of the "ThunderCats." I don't remember anything after letting them know that I would sign on with them, though.


Dream Three:
"Genetic Swimgineering"

I was with some friends and family members, in a beach-side hotel. Standing on the balcony, we watched the water and saw some large, shell-like....thing move up toward the shore. It was about the size of a small yacht, but seemed completely organic. Some of the people down on the beach flocked toward this object, which began spewing water out of an opening at the top. This water mixed with the water around it, and soon coated the shoreline, and all the people on it. When the beach-goers started emerging from the water, it was apparent that many of them were much younger than they had been before. This water apparently had some regenerative properties, and once people saw this, they immediately began bathing in it. It was a veritable fountain of youth. Some of the girls/women in our group - my mom included - just could not resist the urge. They made a bee-line out of the hotel and down toward the water. I tried to tell her not to do it, because we knew nothing about this thing, or where it came from. She wouldn't listen, though, and neither could many of the other girls in our group. They saw the opportunity to preserve their youth, and literally jumped in it.

As with the others, they came out looking younger than they previously had, and were completely happy with the results. I still had a bad feeling, though. My suspicions were then confirmed, when those who went into the water began mutating. Some of them grew scales. Others grew soft, mushy skin that seemed to hang from their bones. The girl I was with began to grow scales, as did my mother. While we panicked, they also began losing their memory, and were constantly having to be reminded of who they were, and what was going on. It was just a horrible situation, all around. Things just progressively got worse. My mom ended up actually turning into a fish - a very sinister-looking fish with large spines that came out of her dorsal fin...but there was still something very human about her.

After a while, my dream skipped ahead. We were now on a large boat. We had figured out that there was a "mad geneticist" behind the whole thing, and myself - along with a large squad of friends and strangers - were on our way to storm his island stronghold, to put a stop to whatever the Hell he was doing. My mom, still in fish state, was in a water-filled bowl, on deck. Suddenly, in the middle of our voyage, she jumped out of the bowl and into the ocean. Without so much of a second thought, I jumped off of the boat and into the water after her. I remember being absolutely terrified, in the open water, not knowing what to expect might be swimming around with us. Reluctant to open my eyes, I did, grabbing my mom/fish and paddling for the surface. I saw the boat do a wide turn, eventually coming back around to pick us up. Something wasn't right, though. I had a - almost telepathic - feeling that my mom/fish didn't want to leave the ocean. She was being called toward it. The more I swam toward the boat, the stronger the feeling got. When I was climbing onto the boat, she began squirming in my hand, and I actually saw a very human tear fall from her fish eye. For all that she was, she knew that she belonged in the ocean, and even considering the circumstances, I couldn't deny her that. With a heavy heart, I tossed her back into the ocean, and we continued our voyage to put a stop to this mad-man's experiments.

Soon, we were on his island. My comrades and I stormed the base, fighting through his forces and trying to get to the bottom of just what the Hell he was doing. I don't remember much of the battle, but it was fierce, and I ended up losing a couple of close friends in the fight. The last thing I remember was being drawn into the scientist's final hiding place - buried within a wall. He didn't know I had followed him in, and I ended up getting the drop on him, rushing him and tackling him into another room. The room was like a huge auditorium, and we were on the top flight of stairs. The villain was facing me, and away from the rest of the room. What he couldn't see was a horde of some of his failed experiments coming up the stairs behind him...and they looked hungry. Giving one final push, I shoved the guy away from me and toward his 'children,' slipping out of the room and shutting the door. Without even being there to witness it, I knew that he was being torn to pieces (and most likely eaten) by the monsters he had created.


Dream Four:
"Fish Memorial"
(Which is hilarious, if you're familiar with Fish Memorial Hospital, which isn't far from my house.)

I was coming home from work at night, and I saw that there were about a dozen cars in our driveway (only it wasn't my house, but my friend Kellen's house, from back when I used to live in Texas). When I went inside, my mom told me that she was having a memorial for Chris B. (an old friend of mine, who'd died in the previous dream. I would almost think this was the same dream, but I have the distinct feeling of having woken up, between the two). I didn't think too much of the fact that I had no notice of this memorial, but I did notice that I didn't actually see anybody in the house. Figuring everyone must be out in the back yard, I went to 'my' room to change clothes. Changing turned out to be one hell of a task, though. Nothing in my closet matched. Nothing. And even when I found something that could pass for a matching outfit, all of my shoes were de-laced and/or broken. I spent the rest of the dream throwing clothes and shoes around, trying to find something suitable to wear before going out to meet everyone.

12/10/2010
"The Mighty Pen"

I was really broken up about a death in my family. I have a strong feeling that it was my mom, but I'm not exactly sure. My dad was actually alive, and in this dream with me, though my mom was nowhere to be found. Whatever the case, I was in my old house (Canterbury) and crying about it. Trying to get me to snap out of mourning, my dad came into my room to talk to me. I just wanted him to leave me alone. There was really nothing that he was able to say, to make the pain go away. And, in his usual way, his cold words did more to agrivate me than they did to help rid me of my emotions. Finally, fed up, I said something that got him to piss off. I can't remember what it was, though.

He left the room, and went to the bathroom down the hall. Alone with my thoughts for another minute or so, I eventually began to clear my head. It was then that I heard my alarm chirp, as if someone had just walked into the house, unannounced. (Funny thing is, we didn't have the alarm, back at that house. The only alarm we've ever had is the one installed in the house I live in now. I didn't even think of this as strange, in the dream.) Whomever it was, they made no effort to let us know that they were here, and unless they were sitting in the living room, by themselves, they were coming down the hall toward me room. I also knew that we had hollow floors, so if they were coming down the hallway, they were purposefully trying not to make any noise. Quickly, I looked around for a weapon. The only thing that was within arms reach was a pair of ink pens on my desk. Without a second thought, I grabbed them up, holding them - one in each hand - in downward positions, to make them effective stabbing weapons. Waiting patiently at my room door, I took a fighting stance, anxiously poised and ready for the intruder to make his appearance at my doorway. A hand appeared, and I lunged. Stabbing the first pencil out toward my target, I drew it back when I noticed a gorgeous young girl, with light-brown skin and cornrows, standing in front of me. Startled, she said "It's just me," throwing her hands up and staring at the uncapped pen aimed at her throat.

Apparently, her and I were friends (though I have no idea if she's actually someone that I know in waking life). She told me that she knew about what had happened to my family member, and she just really wanted to hang around and cheer me up. I actually wasn't in the mood for 'cheering up,' and I believe I was going to be leaving the house soon, so I kindly walked her back out the front door. We had a short conversation on the porch, and I kept calling her "Jessica." Finally, after having put up for quite some time - and being really classy about it - she just gave me a friendly smirk and said "It's Vanessa." I felt really bad for getting her name wrong, and even worse for asking her to leave, when she just wanted to try to lift my spirits. I knew I wasn't able to hang out at the time, though. After spending a few seconds with her, I went back inside. I remember doing something with the alarm keypad, but I don't believe I armed it.

(After this dream, I woke up to the sound of the real house alarm going off. I came to find out that my mom had been in the living room, with the alarm company, and they were testing it for some kind of trouble. It seems all of their beeping and fooling with the system had worked its way into my dream.)

I'm watching a TV ad for a new day care center, showing itself as "fun" for the kids. The babies enter the building by a catapult launcher, which throws them headfirst into tubes that then slow them down before depositing them in a central play room. All fine and good, but then the dream shifts into something more sinister. Babies keep on coming, row upon row of identical babies with blank stares. This continues until someone decides the only way to deal with it is to flood the world, and water pours over the packed babies to suffocate them all.