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I hadn't remembered my dreams in years until this last week when I finally began writing them down. All are dream fragments. Here is the product of this first week:

7/13/10 - I'm fighting in a building, looks like some sort of government building lots of wood carved pillars. Fighting against men in suits, shooting back and forth from cover. Dove behind a bar, shouting that they were using nos(?), which meant their bullets were piercing our cover. At that point I was shot sideways through the throat and was left there while the other people on my side ran off. Did not wake up immediately at this point, felt myself choking on my blood at which point I eventually woke up. Died slowly, which was a new experience.

7/19/10 - Remember my mom in my dream very upset with me because she found out I was dating a much older woman.

7/20/10 - Dream 1: Just remember emotion of the dream, I was very upset and was crying.

Dream 2: Just remember a visual of a video game screen, seemed like some sort of merchant. My dad's voice was saying that he was buying something.

7/21/10 - Dream 1: Invented a toy submarine that turns into a beer chugging device like a beer bong. Gripped from front. Open, cage-like in front. Filled from back.

Dream 2: Working as a tech support person in a snow fortress. Out of iPhone 4 replacements, my bumper on my iPhone is warped so the charger doesn't fit. Some girl is talking about leeches and how they cost the country $400 million per year because they chew on your spine. (weird).

7/22/10 3:15 AM - Playing some sort of button game. Three colors, red, green, and blue. Seems like a matching game of some sort. But collectible buttons. Buttons are easy to obtain, playing some girl.

7/23/10 - Went through a martial training program in the mountains. I felt like I was some sort of visitor but was still participating for some reason. They were split into separate groups based on the elements. I was participating in the earth group. I sparred some girl from the water group in a river. There was constant deep chanting, like Tibetan chanting. I helped my partner pass his test and they all thanked me for my help as I left with others through what seemed like a normal door.

I was out in the ocean with a bunch of my friends. They were visiting me for the first time in Australia and they were all from a different country. I don't know who they were, only that they were my only friends
We were snorkelling for a while, and I think that we were also hunting fish or something. And then one of the guys saw a shark. I was like "Holy fucking shit, it's a shark, I'd better get out of there fast! C'mon guys you better follow!"
But they didn't seem to hear me :/
And I think because it was their first time over here, they didn't realise how deadly they can be. So they kept trying to hunt it down. And there wasn't just one shark, there were a few. I swam to the boat on the edge as quick as I could. The guy in the boat was as horrified as I was.

The next thing I remember, I was inside some shed, knowing that I was going to hear some horrific news about the shark and my friends. The man from the boat poked his head around the shed door. Everyone had died
I was so devastated and I think I was crying, but I can't really remember.
I felt so lonely because they were my only friends. I also remember going to their funeral.
I should've done a reality check here.

Then there was a second part where we also went snorkelling. RH was there, and she was with KE.
I remember pretty clearly the snorkelling underwater part. I should've reality checked here too to see if I could breathe underwater. Actually, on second though maybe that's not such a good idea, because that wouldn't go down to well IRL.
There was some little kid with us and he was questioning me about the different parts of the snorkel. I told him that the mouthpiece of the snorkel mask was called "kappa" in Swedish, like the English word "coat", which I guess is wrong lol but it was correct in my dream

God. Dear god. I don't normally have nightmares, but this is a fucking whopper. I honestly have to get this out of my system. And don't think I'm overreacting, because while you may be able to read this, you'll never be able to read it.

To understand why I don't become lucid, this is my logic: I'm watching horror movies on TV. That's all. But I can't help but be pulled into them as if they're reality. But that's not the real problem, because I really am becoming part of it. Now carry on.
It's starts off innocently enough. A nightmare, to be fair, but nothing like what's to come. I'm a kid in this weird sort of daycare that seems to be in the middle of a desert on the outskirts of town. Suddenly, bombs (assisted by parachutes) slowly start drifting towards the ground. I can only crawl, but I have to get away. The bombs only blow up enough to kill one person within about a foot of it when it touches down, but there's plenty of em. I scream for everyone to get away, but no one listens. You'll come to realize in this dream no one ever listens. One kid, my best childhood friend in real life, dies. Thus the scarring begins. There's something dangerous outside. I take refuge (now I'm my normal age, late 14) in a hospital/bank/mansion called "Eurao" (it only holds that name as a bank, as a hospital or mansion it is nameless). This will come to be my life's worst decision. For there can be no escape from Eurao.

Our responsibility (placed upon us by some boss, as at this point we're working for some reason) is to rescue all the people of this hospital. Me and a more informed buddy of mine were working on people in the second floor. He was telling about who I was assigned to. He said they were called throaters, people who for whatever reason want to be in the hospital so bad they totally wreck their trachea. There are two staircases to the second floor. I'm on one, and I notice the other is strange looking. When I investigate it, I discover that each step is actually a movable slab, used for housing morgue drawers. I then come to find everyone on the second floor is dead. And the third. I wished with all my heart I could save the poor kids in the surgery floors and intensive care, but there was no way. The second and third floor residents were now zombies, and they chased us back to the first floor. The mansion. Now try not to get lost, because my memory mostly falls apart here.

What I do know: The house (or spirit of the house) is alive and malevolent. I also know it is testing us in scenes. Meaning there is one distinctive enemy or threat at a time, and never do threats overlap. And there is ever so slightly time between scenes to regroup. Now I don't remember much of this part. I believe someone died by the zombies. But then came Hook. His own little scene in himself, he wasn't what you'd expect of a dangerous killer. He looked homeless. HE wore a big brown robe made from some large sack. His hair was oily, orange, short, and in dread locks. He had one tool with him. A small toy scythe, maybe with a two inch blade. But it was razor sharp. How he worked: He would only kill one person. He would cut off a body part. He offered them the choice of what he should cut off, but no matter what it was you died. One more of my group died, and I had the horror of being in their POV at the time.

Next thing I remember, I was isolated at the end of the house in one large room, home to the morgue stairs. I don't remember what happened, but it was big. After the scene, I ran to the other end of the mansion to the room where my friend was, alone. We were now the only ones alive. His POV. In this final scene, the house itself possesses a ceiling fan and wires. Only the ceiling fan could kill anyone it hit, and the wires were like tendrils, looking to strangle anything they could find. Now my friend had a gun. The only way he could stop this thing, kill the house, and save our lives was to shoot out the five lights attached to the fan. Which with five bullets, a faulty pistol, and the rapid movement of the fan, was very tough. But, coming to a very close call, he did it. He survived. We heard people coming in. We locked the doors (always the threat of zombies) and looked out the windows. They were family and friends, come to celebrate the end of whatever catastrophe had been occurring outside. As we turned around to greet them, a tendril shot across the room and pierced straight through my friend's head.

I couldn't celebrate. Everyone but me had died. The house was still a threat but no one believed anything had really happened there. There is no greater stress than having knowledge that could save everyone's lives and not having them let you. I even got five of my closest friends into a car at one point and floored it, but I couldn't get away fast enough from the house. I pulled over to have an emotional breakdown and another person took the wheel. Ten minutes later we were back. But there was one person in the house I couldn't let stay. My sister. I made her promise me she'd get in her car and drive away, as far away as she could. I guaranteed her she would die today if she stayed. But her word was broken, just as everyone else's was. Then came Hook. He was back for round two. Now facing me. But I knew his tricks, his moves. I knew him now. I ended up pulling away in just the right time and stole the scythe and killed Hook. To my joy, my sister finally understood and left for good. To my dismay, no one else did.

I come back inside, wandering a light-less corridor where I could swear we had night-lights to guide the way. I come to the main living area at the end of the hall and see a family friend there. But she's the only one, and eventually leaves. The TV comes on, and I know the face I see. It's the face of the house. After surviving once, the house knew it had to rid the world of the one that got away. I run to my bedroom. The lights go out and I hear movement. I break the window to the next room and jump through. I land in an impossible room, housing a machine of death made by the house. It was very Rube Goldberg, and almost resembled the game mousetrap. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I prayed. and right before I was crushed, the machine malfunctioned, then collapsed, then disappeared from existence. I'm now in the large room parallel to my bedroom, lights and all on. I hear a person coming down the hallway and lock the door. It's my mom. This is our house. My sister's fine and well in the next room. I've been watching too many horror movies...

1. I'm engaged in a 2 vs 2 duel of Yugioh. My dream body is that of Yugi himself, and I'm teamed with Kaiba against Joey and some random DC. Everyone's cards have different backs instead of the standard vortex; my own have the Cinderella Castle from Walt Disney World. The game proceeds for a while, and Kaiba eventually summons a White Eyes Black Dragon which wipes out the other players. As we clear the table, there's some confusion as to whose cards are whose (even with the different backs). Suddenly I'm not Yugi anymore, and Kaiba asks me if I want to a draft of Magic the Gathering.

2. I'm in a hotel for an unspecified reason with my friend M from college. Our mutual friend Z has died, leaving us to write grief-stricken.

I probably can tell that this dream wasnt lucid. At the beginning of my dream, I am on a decrepid dock that is very torn up and has a gap between 2 pieces of the dock. I walk around on the dock and tried to see a post to walk across the gap but I can't find any in the crystal clear blue water. The people I am with find a way to cross but I still dont see how. Then in the blink of an eye, the dock I am on repairs itself and the sky turns from a rich azure to a crimson-orange color. And then again instantly, the surrounding area turns into a cave with red earth. We are underwater, but we can still breath. We finally reach the end of the tunnel but one female member of our group that has red eyes suddenly freezes with her eyes in a blank stare. It seems that 10 minutes pass until she regains mobile control of herself. We asked her what happened and she said,"I don't know," but then I start to experience deathly shivers coursing through my body. Despite what happens, we start to dig a one foot deep hole. When the hole is somewhat deep, we take a bucket full of old technology and start to bury it with sand and dirt, but the colors of the earth here is tan colored. For some reason, I started to feel like all the happiness had gone from the world. We then started to walk away from the bucket of stuff and then I woke up.

If you can interpret this, please message me.

04.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I live in an apartment near a new school campus of sorts. It's five stories high surrounded by a bustling town with churches, monuments and busy roads. My brother and I are roommates and we both have girlfriends with us. Mine is a plump black-haired woman and while nice I'm surprised to find I have absolutely no feelings towards her. We had supposedly gone out for a long time and she was about to leave with her dad to do something for a couple of days. I'm relieved and start to articulate plans to break up with her but am unable to come up with anything that wouldn't completely hurt her feelings. I'm playing some sort of card game when she comes in and asks point-blank if I wanted to come with her on this trip with her father. I feel pressured and mutter out a yes. It was then I realize I don't even know her name and look at an ID card she had nearby. My thoughts were "What would her dad think if I didn't know how to pronounce his daughter's name?" It was something weird and unlike real life so I don't recall the name now. Sometime soon after this I work up the courage to tell her that I want to break up. She takes this with both anger and sadness, and from then on intentionally ignores me. Still, I literally had just met her after all.

My brother Kyle, his girlfriend and I go to the cafeteria in the school complex (complex being a better term than building given its fortress-like size and feel). One wall had a cutout where a stack of hay was piled up probably referencing the dream I had the night before. Rows of tables were set out each belonging to a certain family. The three of us began eating without regard to who the food belonged to and eventually worked our way into a corner where a bunch of pizza was lined up. One lady asked me how I knew the family who brought the pizza. Thinking Kyle might actually know I pointed to him and made up that he was acquainted with a gentleman in a business suit standing nearby. She didn't let it drop there and hailed Kyle over. On being asked Kyle got mad and began yelling so the whole cafeteria could hear that he ate the food of other people so he could get a tax write off. It made sense at the time. Moments after this I left alone.

Being near the top floor I get into an elevator and press to go for the ground level. On the way down the lights go off, the elevator car slants slightly and a loud grating sound fills my ears. It soon becomes apparent that the elevator has stopped and I'm stuck within. I locate the emergency call button. It didn't work at first so I held it down. Red lights flash and an alarm sounds whereupon the elevator doors open. I'm between floors but there's enough space at the top for me to climb up and get free. A muscular man who knew me said he was paying me back a favor (I recall nothing about this) and there I meet up with a few nondescript fictional friends I supposedly knew. I pull out an old large journal to record the happenings. My friends want to go to the ground level and like a complete mook I suggest the elevator. We get in to find the floor opens up in the middle where anyone could fall to their doom. In fact, each level had such an opening floor. I advise the others to hug the wall when one of them, possibly the girl who was with Kyle, falls to the level below. She is unharmed but the floors seem to open up more. Eventually my friends each start falling. Then some chandelier-type fixture from the ceiling comes undone and crashes down. Each friend dies a horribly gory death. Making matters worse I kept rewinding time and watching the same scene over and over with no ability to help. There were a lot more incidents of death and disturbing injuries in this dream but the memory has faded on many of them.

Somehow I make it down the elevator shaft only slightly scathed. Instead of being on the ground level I'm in the basement alone since everyone else was dead. I find an old cassette tape in a nightstand that stood in the center of that sewer-like environ. I began to ponder how using a tape recorder instead of a journal would be safer as I could be more alert-- seems I was writing in my journal when my friends initially fell. I forget how but I manage to weasel myself outside the school complex. I begin to wander the city. I pass by a group of nuns and a rivaling school that was much smaller in size. I take a break in front of a factory on a crate next to a row of bags, cans and broken computer monitors. Writing again in my journal a gruff worker notices me and starts a conversation having noticed I wrote "Act XIII" at the top of the page. I don't feel comfortable talking with him so I find a way to slip away.

It becomes night. I lost my shirt somewhere and the rain feels cold. Some people look at me and mutter how the nuns wouldn't accept a poor man like myself. I come to a point where I must cross two six-lane roads. All I can see are oncoming headlights and the silhouette of a GIANT TARANTULA WALKING ON TWO LEGS creeping up behind me. Freaked I then must cross a busy street and stay clear of the rapidly approaching spider. On multiple occasion I swear I feel the fangs of the tarantula all the while dodging speeding cars in a frenzy. I make it to the other side and into a small supermarket. Conveniently a doctor, my dad and a few others were there to receive me. The doctor asks me strange questions to confirm I haven't been poisoned by the mutant spider. One involved seeing how well I could pray.

This night I slept very light, awaking several times. That caused me to remember fragments from many dreams. A fun fact is that I felt strangely well rested despite that light sleep.

1st dream:

I was in some house in a forest at night with a friend, can't remember who. It was my house. Suddenly a fire started and quickly spread through the house. We left and entered the forest. After a while we started to get chased by Uffe (my dads friend that I haven't seen many times in my life. Strange appearance) and some random villain. They were going to beat us to death so we ran back to the house.

The house was now completely in flames. It was like a wall of fire at the entrance. I thought "If they are going to beat us to death I might as well jump into the flames since it would be a less painful way to die!" and so I took a step into the entrance and instantly died. I became a glowing skeleton. It was a quite strange sensation. My friend followed. When the bad guys arrived and stared into the burning doorway I though "Now when I am dead I don't need to fear them. This is also quite cool, so they might appreciate it as well!" and then I pulled them into the fire. xD They also turned into glowing skeletons. I don't have any clear thoughts on what happened after this.

2nd dream:

I was at my parents place in the kitchen. Dad was there working on getting some LP player device to work. Apparently it was old and didn't work as it should. After a while we tried using it to record a radio channel on a VCR tape. The channel was foreign from australind (lol xP) so there was a lot of noise and flickering on the TV.

3rd dream:

Some fragments about doing slomo-acrobatics. Don't really remember it. But I had it written down when I woke up in the morning.

4th dream:

It was morning and I was sleeping in the top bed of a bunkbed and I felt really tired. I wanted to sleep more (might be related to the fact that I woke up several times irl with that feeling). Suddenly a whole bunch of people entered the room. Among them my friends and brothers. I got very annoyed because they were so noisy. I remember trying to fall back asleep while they poked me and asked me stuff. I got so annoyed that I hit my brother several times in the face with a plastic box (It was really weird because I never get that annoyed irl :S) xD. He didn't seem to care though. I threw the box in my other brothers face. I felt bad at the same time for being so lazy and annoyed.

5th dream:

I was biking with someone outside. It was spring time or something because it was extremely muddy everywhere. I had to bike in the mud and it was very slippery.

6th dream:

I was at some uni or something at a convent. I was there with Lucas but there was a lot of other geeky persons there. One event they had was to read the lord of the rings trilogy together and I thought "wow, that is soo geeky! They are also extremely fast at reading so they must have read it much before.". Me and Lucas were going to read the hobbit/lotr/some strange book. In some way it was like studying physics because we quickly found a problem in the book that we began to think about. Similar to a problem in a physics book. Suddenly Lucas said "Oh, it is easy! We just have to do a Ljung effect!". I instantly agreed. That was obvious! To do a Ljung effect was to apply some formula (fun that Ljung was a psychiatrist and not a physician lol). I started to look up the Ljung effect formula in a physics book and that is the last thing I remember.

7th

I was playing with my parents cat. As usual I scratched it on its stomach and it bites when you do that. This time it bite me harder than usual. It wouldn't let go of its grip and it bite harder and harder all the time. I knew now that the cat was evil. There was something wrong with its brain. It was not curable.

8th

I was in my room at my parents place and Peter and my brothers was there. They talked about something random. I went to my mineral shelf (that doesn't exist lol) and pulled out a meter long quartz crystal. I showed it to them and told them that the chemical compounds of quartz are sulphur and silicon (which it isn't, it is just SiO2). They didn't seem to care much and I don't remember anything more

9th

A faint fragment of some game of tag that I played outside with my brothers and some random very young kids.

I had found out the name of an anime I hadn't heard of before. It was a scary one. I think I watched some episode and it seemed very nice.

Then I was in some bathing house with about 40 others unknown people. It was like an ocean at the same time because you could see the horizon and it got deeper and deeper the further out you got. I swam out a bit where I couldn't reach the bottom and then suddenly got paralysed. I realised that I could drown, but somehow I didn't really care and I just relaxed. Then the paralysis went away and I swam to the surface. Apparently everybody else was paralysed as well and I tried to save as many as possible by dragging them to the surface.

Then next day, 9 people was missing. They had drowned in the bath.

-Memory loss-
I remember only fragments of going to the real ocean, something about some evil wizard and some game that had something to do with space.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was chasing a group of people who were threatening to blow up our city. They were far from our sight, way down the path I and a friend were traveling along, but we weren't stopping until they were caught. The location was hilly, with green grass and a pale blue sky, dotted with clouds. We were running along a gray path with brownish accents. This went on for miles, we both knew.

We ran for a few minutes and then, just over the horizon, the group of people we were chasing appeared. My friend, a girl my age who had ginger hair tied up in a ponytail, a few inches taller than me, pulled out a strange-looking gun and began to shoot. We saw three of the people drop dead, but there were still two more. She finished them off easily, too.

I heard one person shout out before dying, however, and I knew the battle wasn't over. After all, they told us, "this isn't over, we still have our secret weapon." Before we could realize what was happening, a huge shadow loomed over us and we looked up to see a massive ship hovering a few yards above us. It had two red doors on the bottom that were tracking us with red light, following us as we walked back and forth trying to shake them off, and we both knew this wasn't good. We were going to die.

"Run!" I told my friend who began to bolt down the field, the opposite direction, away from the people who she'd just killed. I followed her. As we ran, I remembered that I had an explosive device in my pocket. Not one that could kill me, though, but the enemy. I pulled it out and it looked like a regular shiny black ball. I stopped, the ship catching up with me in a matter of seconds, and my friend continued to run for a few moments until she realized I was stopped. She turned around and yelled, "what are you doing?!"

"I'm destroying this ship!" I told her. I took the bomb and looked up, the red lights still tracking me, and realized (somehow) that I had to throw it into the center of the ship where the three blue ovals were. I built up power, as in a video game, for a few moments and then threw it directly where I wanted it to go. It stuck to the ship like a magnet, and I heard beeping. Suddenly, though, one of the red lights opened up. They were doors and lights, I realized.

Two small, cylindrical bombs began to drop out of the ship, one beside the other. The top half of each bomb was navy blue, and the bottom was white. A strip of silver separated the two colors. They exploded on contact and I died.

I was now watching myself from third person, above the ground, similar to the distance the ship was from the ground. As the smoke and fire cleared, I saw ashes on the ground where I used to be standing. I felt myself being pulled up towards the sky, so I had to stop looking down, and I began to accelerate faster and faster. My vision became a pale navy and there were tiny streaks of white light going past me swiftly.

The dream ended.

In an especially horrible dream, I was living with with my Dad in the mountains. He had a newly born baby with him, who at one pivotal point fell over when it was left by itself on the steps outside my grandmother's house, and hit its head quite seriously on the hard surfaces, effectively killing it, but it wasn’t discovered for some days, allowing for some decomposition. When we discovered the baby’s corpse it had transformed into a magical object that allowed us to fully control time and space, however sometimes it would also transform into a small sharp-toothed dog and chase us around.

Weird fragments of dream, although I woke up during it due to a power cut...

A crime had been committed in my grandparents' house. Sherlock Holmes was investigating.
There was a weird happening every night in the conservatory. Everyone would sit in the dark, and everyone would feel like someone slapped them across the face, but when the light was turned on there was nothing.
In fact the guilty party was a dwarf. His weapon was a box which released a killer insect when you pressed the bottom in a special manner.

This isn't the first dream to disturb me recently. But I can still feel it. Last night, I dreamed about a man stabbing me.
It started with myself and a few other people at a cabin. The dream skipped to that night when the man was picking us off one by on, killing us with a knife. While i was running, I ran past a door as he was coming out of it. I screamed, and the next thing I saw, I was on my back with the man over top of me. He gently kissed me, and as he did, i felt him drive the knife into my heart.
When i woke up, I had the feeling of the knife on my chest.... These dreams are really starting to bother me...

Date unsure, before or around 2002.



One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had.

My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship.
When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him.
Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there.
Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time.
Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late.
Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there.
Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me.

*who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names.
**looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias.
***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway
**** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time)
***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.

This isn't actually where my dream started, but I can't quite remember how it did. All I know is that I had been in a forest.

After walking through the forest for a while I came to a marsh. I was traveling with two other people but I can't quite remember their appearances, but I think both of them or one of them was part animal. We found a tiny house in this marsh and decided to go in it. The inside of the house was made of wood and it looked old and abandoned. Moss was growing in some areas of the house and the floorboards were wet and rotting. We decided that we wanted to live in this house.

After deciding to stay we start house cleaning. One of my friends looks in the sink of the cabin. We then decide that we are going to wash laundry, but we didn’t seem quite serious about it. It was almost like we were playing make believe. The one that had looked in the sink now puts clothes in it and starts washing them in the water that was already there, which is dirty and stinky. They then say that my clothes smell, which are the clothes they’re washing (they also happened to be the pajamas I went to sleep in). We all laugh at their comment, perhaps because they were washing them in dirty water. After that I started washing clothes in a basin in the living room (btw we weren’t using washing boards), and then I started washing a doll’s dress in the water on the floor, which covered the living room floor and was fairly deep. When I dragged the dress through the water it puffed dirt and algae.


After doing laundry for a bit I decided to find out more about the house. My view changed so that I could see the outside of the house. It then seemed as if I had clicked something so that a window came down with stats on the house. One of the things that it said was that vampires were supposed to live in this house (o__o) and the name of the house started with a ‘P’. Since I don’t like vampires and I was worried that some would come, I left the house.

I can’t really remember actually walking to the next place, I more like just appeared. Now I and my friends were at a different house on a deck. There was my dog’s doggy pool on the deck and we washed laundry in it.

After appearing at that other house and goofing off there I appeared at a different place and my friends were no longer with me. I was now on a cliff on a path with widely placed white stones. The dream felt a lot more like a video game now and as I walked down the path enemies appeared. They looked like they were part dog and deer but with no fur, white skin, and they stood on their hind legs. I fought them and killed them easily, but while I fought them I didn’t really feel anything, it was more like I was watching myself do it. I continued walking down the white path until I came to an open area. I continued to fight monsters in the new area I was in, but while I was fighting I was backstabbed by a woman.

When I woke up again I was in a small room with brown walls and a concrete floor and it was filled with boxes and other storage containers. I got up too look around but the lady noticed that I had gotten up and killed me again, or at least tried to. After she tried to kill me she left. I sat there for a while after she had hit me over the head but then I got bored and went to explore the house. I started to walk down the hallway but one of the servants noticed me. The servant looked part bat, for he was covered in brown fur and he had large pointy ears on his head. At first the servant was going to try to kill me too but I told him that he wouldn’t be able to kill me since the lady had already “killed” me before and I appeared to be fine, so instead of killing me he just asked me to leave, but then kind of forced me a bit to go back into the room I was in previously. Once I was in the room he went out the door and then to the kitchen. I watched him as he walked there through the doorway, and once he was out of sight, I followed.

Pet Squirrel:
My sister in the dream had a brown or black pet squirrel. It died, so, everyone was pretty upset especially her. The dream skips and I think she is wearing black standing outside as a girl approaches her. She asks about the squirrel’s death and my sister answers with 20 food and 10 nightmares.

Thoughts: Guess DCs do say the darnest things referring to the last line