18th October 2014: Note: These entries are ripped straight from my personal dream journal, so if any descriptions seem odd, it's usually something to help me personally remember what I'm referring to, not to easily describe it to others Tonight's was a very intense and unusual dream. Though some of the first details are (at current) a little fuzzy, I will do my best to record them. The first thing that happened was a panoramic view of a large stone cliff, like a massive slab of rock layered with green lichen, against a blue sky with soft, fragmented clouds. My Dad was there, and was, I think helping me around; the old red Polo may have been there too, perhaps with Dad driving towards the cliff edge (with me inside it, in the back seat). Next I saw a brief scene of Raziel running with his energy-sword attached to his arm, through a grey-tiled kitchen with wooden doors that reminded me much of the crudely rendered doors from Soul Reaver; he was running through a kitchen with massive old metal ovens, which filled much of the room to either side of him, and seemed to be of a 19th Century design. A few apples rolled off the counters of the ovens and onto the floor as he ran, making his way to the door to the right at the opposite end of the room. In the next scene, I was in a dimly torch-lit chamber in a castle, standing, the dream camera focused on my face, against the wall with my hands in shackles; I was still Tyrion Lannister, and I knew Peter Dinklage's character to be "me". Cersei Lannister screamed something at me, her eyes squinted in fury and her red dress, flowing as she moved, was embroided with gold, the Lannister colours. An official, male stentorian voice asked me (or words to this effect) if I pleaded guilty, and I believe told me that I had a chance to escape my fate. However, I pleaded guilty to whatever the charges were that were placed against me, and looked to the other end of the square chamber, where an identical dwarf to myself was standing in ragged linen robes, and I admitted to being the same person as that dwarf, a dwarf called "Scar"; some instinct told me that he was me from the future or something, and that we were one and the same person, as identifiable by the fact that we were both Peter Dinklage. The guard by the door, a noble looking sort with white stubble dressed in extravagant armour of gold and crimson with a crested, arching helm (he looked a little like Barristan Selmy beneath the armour) banged the tip of spear on the ground and said something along the lines of "Tyrion Lannister; you had the chance to free yourself from this fate, however you have pleaded guilty, and you are sentenced to death." The next scene was by far the most memorable. This scene (as it seemed to be part of a continuous story, so I'll call it that), took place in a massive, lava filled circular arena; in the middle was a raised circular platform with a mesh-floor border, and then, in the centre of the circle, wood. A shaped slab of rock serving as a table sat in the centre, which I can only describe as "Christmas-Pudding shaped"; it reminded me of the larger slab of rock at the beginning of tonight's dreams. I was sat on (I think) a smaller slab, and next to me was Renly Baratheon, though for whatever reason, I thought that my name was Tyrion Baratheon , and that he was my brother. He sat resplendent in his green and gold battle armour, a great helmet with curved horns sat above his head; technically it should have been antlers, but the dream didn't seem to get this detail correct. Set before us were two plates with biscuits on them: A couple of cookies and a shortbread. A wavery-voiced announcer, Pycelle, I think, said over some kind of loudspeaker system (there's no other way his voice could have been as loud as was) announced that the convicted had been given meals to reflect where they had come from, I, from the Dornish Marches apparently, (perhaps I had been helping out in Dorne or something), which I for whatever reason agreed with. Apparently light, crumbly biscuits also passed for Dornish cuisine. As for Renly, I don't remember where the dream said he was from, so I'll just assume it said Storm's End. We had a frank chat before our impending deaths; I offered Renly one of my biscuits (three light, crumbly biscuits were to be my last meal) but he refused. I only remember a few actual snippets of the conversation, but I'll record them as best I can. The scene gradually shifted to my bedroom, but we were still sat on the stone chairs before the stone table. I said "You know, we Baratheons have Targaryen Blood." Renly had looked astonished, and asked how far back that was. There was a tiny wise-woman on my bed (Tiny; she was probably about the size of a rat), wearing a frayed blue-grey robe and walking with a gnarled stick (or should I say twig). She seemed to be portrayed by Rosemary Harris. She told us that our ancestry stretched all the way back to "Fingers Targaryen"; I asked her how many children he had had (I presume to get an idea of how much the family line could have branched out between Targaryen and Baratheon), and she told me that he had a great many sons. I grinned and replied "He must have had his fingers in all the pies." This provoked a great laugh from Relny, and I smiled; we felt close as our impending deaths approached. The wise woman disappeared, and I finished my biscuits. I think I then asked Renly something along the lines of "Didn't you already die in 2010? What was it like?" however, I don't remember the answer. Eventually, as the hour of doom approached, I found myself hugging him, weeping, and crying. "I love you, man!" I had said. He then slumped backwards, his legs bending back behind him below the knees. I ran to him and shook him, pleading with him not to leave the mortal coil, and picked up from next to his corpse a small black-bordered console with two knobs, its main body coloured like fire. It had a small, dim display with red lettering on it showing the amount of time I had left to live: It was not long. I pleaded with him "What's it like?! What was it like?! Will I see you there?! What do you see?!" but there was no response. It was then that I remembered I had to tell everyone of my impending death; during this time I saw a brief image of me scrabbling for my phone in the dim back section of the caravan, the light of day streaming through the open door, but a moment later, I was back to the feeling of scrabbling for my phone in the world I had been in previously with Renly; I had to tell everyone that I was going to be dead in the morning, and began to write the lines, something along the lines of "When you all wake up tomorrow, I will not be here...", however I did not finish, and snapped awaked, shouting "No!" as I realised my death was approaching. It took me a while to shake the feeling of the dream, and it was one of the more vivid ones I've had since restarting this journal. That was everything I can recall of tonight's dreams.
There is a zombie Apacolypse. To survive, I have to keep on moving to different places. There were schools to teach you to survive. For some reason, I still had to go to regular school as well. One of the instructors at a school got mad and got on a motorcycle (maybe an RV...can't remember) and fly away on it. (literally flew) I was with two friends and we were in a run down town type thing. I stepped inside a building and went to the bathroom. Three people were having a threesome in a stall and I thought that I had found an Easter egg in a video game. Immediately I became lucid and went behind one of the girls and grabbed her *cough*. It continued for a little bit but I was walking away and doing something else. I can't remember what else I did though, and that wasn't already written down. I woke up back at my camp. Me and a friend had to walk the perimeter of the fence. I for some reason had the thought that I'd had this dream before and I knew what was going to happen. A zombie was cut in half but part of him was inside the fence. He caught me and bit me but no one seemed to care. I was thinking I was dying but I saw people setting up a finish line for races. I then immediately realized I was fine and I got up and walked over. The winner of the races would win 100,000 dollars.
I waited for the light to turn green and then started walking across the intersection. Cars were passing me going straight, but out of no where a car came from the other side of the intersection that had the red light and it ran right through the light and hit me. I was laying on the ground and a male cop came up to me. I was bleeding out on the street. Instead of waiting for an ambulance to come, he put me in his car and started racing towards the hospital. He kept talking to me to keep me calm and asked me questions. As we got closer to the hospital, I was fading. He asked me what 7 times 3 was to make sure I was still fully conscious. I was confused and answered 24. He was very worried about me and he kept telling me to hold on. He then held my hand the rest of the way there. When we got to the hospital, he carried me and rushed me to the emergency room where the nurses took me away. As I was being treated, the dream was focused on him instead of me. He was in the waiting room talking with other people and worrying about me. A nurse finally came and told him that I would be okay. I just couldn't get over how kind and caring he was towards me, how he held my hand and talked calmly to me. He was a complete stranger yet he cared so much about me.
I am walking through some sort of shop that reminds me of a grocery store, but where I can buy thoughts and states of mind. I order a bunch of loving thoughts. They arrive in the aspect of people. My mind has limited space, and all my thoughts are in the aspect of people, standing up, filling the space of my mind. I rearrange my thoughts to fit as much love in my mind as possible. Wanting more, I begin to drill for more space in my mind. Some of the thought people criticize my efforts, while others support it. I am not really paying much attention to either side as I drill. There is a manned, and an unmanned option. I choose the manned drilling method, where I have to go down in the hole, and sit behind the hydraulic drill as I operate it by hand. There are lights on the drilling equipment so I can see, but it's still really dark in the hole. Suddenly, I realize everything is about to collapse and crush me. Before being smushed, I transform my minds of Love into super tough clothing that covers every part of me. The world then crushes in on me, and I feel a strong pressure, but no pain. I see a vision of being in a hallway, with the roof fallen and crushing me. Covering myself with Love seems to have been a good idea in this apocalypse scenario. But it is still the end, and even though I feel comfortable and relaxed, I cannot move, and my life force gradually drains from my consciousness.
This whole situation with D. is wrecking me up. Hardly sleep at all anymore. Around 6 am tried a WBTB with following meditation. Couldn't relax then the guy next door gets a delivery (on Sunday morning!!). Had a short dream about my cat dying. He died ten years ago. But last night he died again in my dreams. Maybe I should take a break from everything. It's just too much right now
I woke up in the bed of my old house out of breath. I look to the corner but couldn't see anything but knew a bad entity was there. I try to get up and run to the next room but a giant force is pushing me down. I crawl to the door way and try to make it to my mother's room. I make it to the door way and I can't breath because of this force. I crawl to the bed and try to wake her up but she isn't responding. She just roles over away from me ignoring me. So I get up and walk back to my room and lie down in my bed to die. Lying there in pain, dying and my consciousness is fading out to black. Then an old man's face flashes before my eyes. ************************ After seeing the old man's face I woke up springing foreword in bed and out of breath. I feel terrified and always seem to feel surprised that I'm in my current house and not my past house. I have has this dream numerous times and do not recognize the old man.
I am by the side of a highway with a group of people my family knows. Everyone here is getting ready to leave to somewhere else. I learn that I might ride with the H___ family but instead I ride with "S" in a blue 2002 Jeep Wrangler.("S" is a friend from High School who is charismatic, and usually the center of attention always making fun of anyone and anything.) "S" drives down a winding road through mountains. The road now traverses along a rocky coast similar to the coastal highway in Southern California. I look at some mansions on the cliffs. "S" looks at the mansions too even though he is driving. "S" drives fast around a curve and almost drives into the ocean. We drive by another curve and this time, "S" drives over the cliff and the Jeep plunges into the ocean. The Jeep slides very fast along the water until we reach San Diego Bay. At this point, the Jeep stops sliding and starts sinking into the water. I kick out the passenger window of the Jeep and try to swim to the surface but the water is impossible to swim through and I sink to the bottom and drown. "S" also drowns. After I have died, I wash up on a beach in the afterlife. I am also somewhat aware that I am dreaming but I forget I'm dreaming soon. Here in the Afterlife, there is a 3 story Victorian-style building up several steps from the beach. Me and "S" walk into the building. The building is dark inside. There are lots of symbols on the walls in various places. Everything has some sort of spiritual significance. I become seperated from "S" and I continue walking. I run into my father who tells me that my grandfather (his father) wants me to know not to get into an SUV with "S" (grandfather and "S" don't know each other in RL). I continue walking and run into my ex-girlfriend "A". I learn that "A" died around the same time I did. We both walk together through the building and walk into a room where we find "S" lying on the floor unconscious and bleeding. Me and "A" carry "S" out of the room and ask each other what we thought happened. We carry him down some stairs to the first level of the building. I see a placque on a wall that says "***** *** for OCD --> COD *** ***** **" (**** means I don't remember what word was). It also says that the location were in is Heaven for people with OCD (I have OCD). It also says that people who die and end up in this world who don't have OCD go to Hell. Around this point, I feel the dream starting to end and remember that I am dreaming. I mentally force the dream to be stronger so I don't wake up. Me and "A" leave the building and are now at a beach in San Diego, CA, still in the afterlife though. I mentally learn that I will soon be transferred to another world in the Afterlife. I get the feeling that the Afterlife is very chaotic. I see the beach a couple blocks away so me and "A" fly to the beach. I see some hot women on the beach and think about having sex with them, but since having sex usually ends the lucid dream, I decide not to. Me and "A" land on the beach. I leave "A" behind here and fly over the ocean by myself. While flying over the ocean, the lifeguards (ironic that lifeguards exist in the [I]after[I]life.) tell me to stop flying since there is rule at this beach against flying. A female lifeguard flies after me and catches me. We both land on the beach. This lifeguard is 5"4', skinny, has blonde hair, and is age 19.I am now in trouble and have to stay with the female lifeguard until further notice. At first, I don't like her, but as I stay with her, I find her more attractive and strike up conversation with her. I ask her how she died but she doesn't respond. We both keep walking and meet up with her parents. The 3 of them have to go somewhere so I say goodbye and hug the lifeguard. Her father tells me that if I pursue his daughter, I must love her always. He says their family has gone through a great tragedy. All 3 of them died together a little over a year ago. The 3 of them walk off and I think about whether I should dedicate myself to the lifeguard or find another girl with less baggage. I decide to meet the lifeguard tomorrow to continue our conversation. For the most part, the dream is over after this point. I get transported to a mall, then to my house where I watch TV. I am watching the news. I turn the TV off and at the exact moment the TV goes off, I wake up.
My journey began at Pacific High School. It's the school I'm always dreaming about. I'm standing at the quad waiting for a few friends to showing up during the day. There was a lot of people walking around so I'm assuming school was out. I met up with a few friends a met from another school I'm taking right now. Well, I really just met Natalie. When she shows up, I was lucid. I was lucid before this, I just forgot where I was and what I was doing. There were times when I just wanted people to die. That's when I used my powers to have them killed off easily. That's when I start to notice differences in how I can control my powers. I felt that the more I thought about killing someone, the harder it'll be or it may not happen. I tried not to think about it and look away and strangely, it worked. I raised my right hand and formed it in a shape of a pistol and killed almost everyone I saw. Even as me and Natalie were walking home, I was killing people. I remember telling Natalie something. I told her that I had some kind of friendly love for her. She didn't show too much sympathy but when we reached the quieter part of the school, she showed some interest in walking very close next to me. I also saw a man walking in the direction we were walking in. At first, I thought he was going to kill us, but I walked in to a factory just half the mile from the school. I didn't take to much time there. That place was a ghost town. I'm not sure what was standing beyond the road, there was a big wall surrounding the area I was walking next to. This is the part where I ditch Natalie and enter the factory. There's a few people I met in the factory, but nothing special happened. I only noticed a few women standing in front a set of clothing while some of them were nagging about it. I also do remember another part. I was back at my house with the power of lucidity. I was standing in front yard with two other people on the ground, injured. I looked up at the sky and felt it was a perfect time to end the world off with a meteor. I paused and stared at the school for a few seconds and raised my right hand. I tried my best to destroy the world but it just wouldn't work. Again.
I'm having trouble recalling dreams I have on school days, I can remember dreams better on the weekends. I was on Sterling Avenue, the street I recognize for its loneliness, I was standing in front of the barber shop staring at the areas around me. It seemed like a gloomy, depressing day. I saw a bridge over the middle of the street I'm facing. On opposite sides of the bridge, I see groups of different criminals. I could only remember two groups, the bald people group and the swag group. I walked over the bridge to see what the bald people group were doing. They revealed off a violent setting for me. Before I got off that one end of the bridge I walked back to the side I just came from, the swag group. These group of "swag" kids were small but we outnumbered everyone else and even though we had a large group, the swag group didn't have the guts to walk over the bridge and confront the bald people group. We had to find another way out. There was a hidden passage way to my right, I didn't tell my group that though. One of the kids found it themselves. After that, he yelled to the whole group that he found an entrance. We all rushed in to the entrance door and reached the streets to Sterling Avenue. Once we got out we were out to seek some justice from something I had no idea about. We all ran super naturally down the streets like a rebelling army. At this point it was already dark but some of the fast food places were open on the side. We didn't stop rushing through the streets until we reached Target, a public community store(if that's what you call it). I was the only one who rushed in to the store and prepared myself for robbery. When I first entered the store I tried my best to look casual. There weren't so many people in at the time. The first section I struck was the school section. I saw a few crafting materials on the viewing board, grabbed them and started pulling them out of their packets. I'm not going to tell you it's good to steal but the satisfaction in taking these things without fearing anyone, without worrying about anything else, it filled me with satisfaction. I have yet to steal something expensive from this dream. Some of the things I got a hold of, I only threw the materials inside the boxes to the other side of the store. Sort of like that scene in Zombie Land where you see those two guys destroying objects and dropping them on the floor to get some fun out of it. That wasn't all that this dream had to offer though. There was a few people walking around the store, a few women. That's when I thought of the idea that boggles my mind in waking life. Murder. I thought of killing one of these women, just to feel what it's like to actually try and perform it vividly. I looked around the viewing walls to see if I could find a sharp object. I didn't want these women to see what I was doing, so I was on alert. I saw a knife, one medium sized on the top of a counter. I made sure no one was looking. The tension inside me was growing and one of the things I thought about was how good it felt to not yet get caught. I picked up the knife and concealed it on my right pocket side. The ladies were walking to the other side of the wall, I slowly followed. One of them were by themselves viewing items. I took the knife out and aimed for her neck. I slashed her neck once hoping it would be an easy kill, but it wasn't. The neck was a bit ruff. I kept on slashing her neck until she bled. She never did. Then something happened after she turned around. When she turned around, I found it to be my mother. I stared at her and watched her slowly fall to her death. I was never this evil, especially not evil enough to kill my own mother. I struggled to do anything else but to watch her die. I did notice a few strange faces coming off of her face. I noticed an evil of some sort, a devil maybe, he told me how evil this was and how evil I had to be if I wanted to enter that type of life. I felt hopeless to do anything else, so I quickly rushed out of the building and went through the flames of fading dreams.
It was a sunny day. It was supposed to be a calm day here at the farms. Me and the rest of my child development class were going to be taught outside a farm house out in the middle of nowhere. Everyone was just arriving to class. I wasn't paying to much attention to the surroundings but I did notice a farm home right in front of the class. I never seen anyone come out of it. It was a really lonely area and the only people I saw there were classmates from the child development class I just took. I walked towards the classmates as they were having their early morning talks together. I noticed a couple people. They were Brandy and Susan(I didn't pay too much attention to the rest). I didn't see a teacher at the time, I'm assuming she's late too. However, something bad happened. I had an assault rifle on me. I was carrying it in my hands. I walked up to one of the classmates in front of my and started firing. At first, I thought it was tragic, but then it looked more like Call of Duty when I was aiming down the cross hairs shooting them. That was it.
I'm inside this big mall. There were a lot of open spaces everyone so it was probably easy to tell where some of the stores were at. I was with another group of people, criminals I think. These criminals were leaning their backs against the staircase in the middle of the big mall. I didn't see a lot of people in the middle, just a few. I'm not sure how it happened but as soon as I realized I had a gun on me, I thought about doing something with it. There was an entrance to my right, so I walked there to see what I could find. There was someone who did catch my awareness. It was Quynh. She was walking towards the direction I was walking in. At that moment I was there, I thought about her kindness and innocence, and I thought about the way she just left me. I no longer see her the same way and because of that, I pulled out the gun and started aiming and shootings towards the direction she was in. Everyone in the room was running, even Quynh. I didn't think I had shot her, so, I ran back to the staircase in the middle and sat there along with the other criminals still there. The authorities were coming, my fate was determined. I saw some of them enter the room. I grabbed my gun and thought once more about losing my life. I aimed the gun towards my head and squeezed the trigger. Although I didn't die, I did managed to escape from the area but I think that might have been another dream, so I'm posting it after this one.
Hi, this is my first post so I apologise for anything incorrect or confusing. The dream with be written in bold and what I think it means will be in italics. I was in a big pub like room, but no bar, just the room and I was with some of my friends (although I don't know who). The pub was suddenly on fire, I wasn't burning or hot or anything though, I was trying to get out of the pub, but I was in no rush. I turned around and my friend and apparently the person I loved, was lying on a hospital bed dying. This didn't worry me, but I stayed with them until the end, then went on with what I was doing, which was just looking around. I looked down at m leg, because it suddenly felt different, and all the muscle in my calf had gone, but the skin was still there, I have no idea how. There was more to the dream, but I don't remember it as the dream was a few nights ago. some pretty weird stuff there! I have no idea what I'm talking about, no experience with interpreting dreams or anything, but I think, going on the fact that dreams are memories and fantasies, that the person I loved dying on a hospital bed was because of a story I had heard from the person I love, about someone he knew dying a while back. The fire may have been because I was hot as its summer and about 25 degrees at night. The leg muscle, I have no idea at all, that's just weird. And my no panicking, also weird, may have just been because subconsciously I knew it was a dream or seething like that. That's my best effort haha Peace out.
It started in a time of quake and fear. Everyone was inside homes protecting themselves from the creatures that lurked outside. These creatures would kill anyone they have their eyes on. The weather was rainy outside but not so much of it. I stood in a room with the rest a lot other people waiting for an absolution. I took no refuge here, instead I went out and searched areas out of curiosity. Then something happened. There was a dog to my left coming towards me. It was a big one, almost as big as a tiger, but I stood my ground and prepared to dodge and attack. The dog ran past me and attacked someone else standing behind me instead. A perfect time for me to escape back in to the building of refuge! When I made it back in to the room, I appeared in a short, narrow room. Me, my sister, and both my parents were there. I had not realized I was dreaming until I raised out my right hand and summoned a lady. This lady was not just a lady, no. She was a ghost. And every time I tried to summon this same lady, one of my parents disappeared. This ghost scared me. The only one with me was my older sister. She's always there in my ghost dreams. I took it to be a great idea to stick a syringe in me and go to sleep from it. I did and woke up a little too sleepy. When I woke up from the dream, or a little later(I don't remember), I was paralyzed. I could not move a single muscle. This always happens when I decide to really relax before going to sleep. I could not get up. I felt this sensation growing inside of me, it was building up. I don't know what it was but once I felt too much, I heard a loud scream on my left ear, a demon maybe. I'm not sure what it was but this was all I could get out from it.
12.22.2012Prison Camp and Dying for the First Time (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Just a mere nap, and I have this crazy experience, damn, it felt like it was at least a 10 minute dream, or even more. It felt so condensed, a lot of gaps in between, but those parts I recalled had huge significance in my overall experience. And I died, which is a first thing, and I was in prison, so obviously, my feelings of being trapped is related to how I feel about people in general and the image I'm trying to sustain, but knowing that trying to do so might actually send me into deeper and more difficult tasks to get out of. I was meditating, and what a perfect dream to signify that I'm trying to get out of, my thoughts and attachments of life.......And to finally reach freedom in this dream was so amazing, until a small ad hoc of soldiers shot me down like I was nothing. Now on to the dream. There's a lot of sexual references here, but there wasn't anything sexual, just a lot of representations of how I conceptualize certain things, and the mere mentioning of that representation isn't going to be a bother, except the death of course, or it could be a joy to some sadists. So, let's go on with the dream. I'm on the run, I don't know where I am, but I do have a weird connection to this place and the nooks and crannies of a few specific areas. It's like a dungeon, and I'm constantly finding myself going up stairs, random hallways, reaching upper levels where there's natural sun light, but never going too far into the light. My mind is mixed at this point, so many interchanging thoughts at once ranging from the fear of possibly being found out, captured, and recieving a more cruel punishment for endorsing the escape of other prisoners. I felt I had obligations, but at the same time I felt I needed to engage in this neutrality of trying to help others or save myself. I needed other people to find ways to know more about the large Prison/Dungeon Camp I'm in, and the gargantuan size of this area, the many areas within it, all too much for one person to even conceptualize possible escape tactics for freedom. There's too many things going on at once that it's hard to keep track off and make it into a cohesive and comprehensible chain of events. I remember someone in a black latex suit, a female, probably resembling Catwoman, that I would end up helping or trying to avoid. Her role in this was temporary, and I feel I also met Robin as well, but his purpose fades away quickly. There are guards coming after us, and I remember that each time that I run, I end up going to a specific set of stairs that leads me to a myriad of paths that I can take. I also noticed that there are anal toys laid of on the right side about 2 feet away from double doors consisting of dark red colors with 4 rectangles going vertical formed as if they were split from a bigger rectangle on the door. Seeing the anal toys kind of bothered me, and I won't go into full description of what they looked like. I remember running up stairs that are made of concrete or some kind of gray marble materials with a red carpet in the middle of the stairs going all the way up and down the areas of this huge prison camp. When I go through the double doors, random things happen. I remember falling down a deep ditch, feeling perfectly fine, and them climbing my way up to get to more doors to have to choose randomly. Basically, the whole dream was full backtracking and pinpointing important locations and adding on to the mental map I had in my mind. It involved a lot of practice, a lot of trail and error, but I eventually learned the nooks and crannies and found myself at higher places in less time than I thought. Then I tried helping a few random people escape, and when I tried to escape, I felt I needed to go back to the prison to help more people. I don't know why, but I just felt I had to be responsible for saving some people. I keep using that area with the double doors and the anal toys randomly placed 2 feet away from the doors as the major reference point because I know anything beyond those doors is has subjective outcomes. I eventually meet an old man who I'm confused as to whether or not I'm helping him, or he's helping me. Anyway, after escaping guards inside the large building, I head outside and find an Asian man is coming inside the base. The electrical wired fence opens, and my perception of it opening or closing is a bit skewed. It looks like it's opening, and the old man dashes for the gate as the Asian man goes through it; he's wearing a gray hoodie, and he looks like he's in his mid 20s. I can feel the electricity surging in my hands for a while, but I took my hands off the fence quickly and dashed a bit to avoid it completely closing in on me and possibly shocking me. I follow the old man while looking both ways on the highway. The cars are kind of going slow at the moment, and I head to the left side of the highway where the rough part of the part is. I see a vehicle that crashed for a while now, and decided I should hide there , but I wanted to catch up to the old man. I saw soldiers coming up, and as I'm trying to play things off like I'm a normal citizen, things start getting hectic. I turn to the right to get a peek of the soldiers, they were wearing dark gray uniforms, and they're holding to old rifles that look like they were from U.S. Civil War times. A random soldier starts screaming, and everything goes in slow motion for me. I turn my face to see what's going on, when in fact the soldier is screaming in a foreign language while pointing at me. I become shocked, and I tried to run, but it's too late. The soldiers, at least 10 of them, shot me right where I was standing. I immediately drop on the floor with no control whatesoever, and I remember being dragged immediately by someone, and that's all I remember.
12/21/12 Mall Shooter I am at the mall with my mother. We are just arriving and trying to find a parking place. It takes a while but we finally find one. My mom says she has some Christmas shopping to do, so why don't I keep myself busy doing something while she takes care of that. I decide to get a haircut. I want to let my hair grow out longer, but I figure getting split ends off will help. I go in to a salon and I find it is nearly impossible to get the hair stylist to understand what it is I want. I finally give up and decide I need to show her a photo. I remember there is a magazine in the car that has a perfect photo. I head back out to the car to get the photo. As I am about to leave the building I hear an alarm going off. A fire alarm. Everyone is rushing to the doors. I head to the doors, too, and out into the parking lot. People are scattering to their cars in an attempt to make sure their vehicles don't burn along with the mall. I make my way through the rapidly clearing parking lot. I realize someone is shooting at us! I see the small explosion as the bullet hits the asphalt not far from me. I duck down and run towards where I know my mom's car is parked. But I am too late. I feel bullets tearing into my body, all up and down my left side. I have certainly been hit several times. But I feel no pain. I figure my body must be in shock. I fall to the ground and feel surprisingly peaceful as I die… then wake up in bed.
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