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Method: DILD
Recall: below average
Lucid Ability: 6
Vividness: below average
Dream Length:short

So during some awful dream sex that I don't even want to describe takes place, some muscle bound DC interrupts me. He starts talking crap about how much better he is than I, and I cant do anything about it. My first reaction was to punch him in the face. My right cross was completely ineffective. He's laughing at me, and talking more junk. I swing again, and nothing. I can hear one of the DCs pleading to him as she says "stop messing with that boy". The DC says he could kill me if he wants to. I yelled at him, "if you can kill me, then do it!". He tried to get me in a standing choke hold but I place my left hand near the side of my face and stop his constricting movements. He's still talking crap right now, and it's so annoying. I punch him in the face with my right hand several more times, and this time his head is shaking. The third time I punch him it fees me, and he says some more crap. The next punch I threw slung him across room, and he got up and continued barking.

The female dc is still pleading to the DC to leave me a lone at this point like I'm loosing. The DC finally re approaches me again, and does nothing but talk junk. I started punching him over and over, and each blow would stop his sentences short. By now his head was spinning around like a sprinkler. I felt like I was more in control in the dream at this point, and it started fading out.

Had a couple of dreams. When I woke up after the first one, my wife was awake and using my computer so I couldn't document it, but I tried to focus on retaining the memory and I believe I've still got everything from that particular dream that I remembered as of waking then (though I note even by then it felt like the front part of the dream is partially missing).

I'm living in some different house or apartment and decide I'm going to bed so I go to my room which has just a lone single bed. When I turn off the light, I sense that there's some kind of demon was in my bed so I call an exorcist. The exorcist tells me they'll be over soon, but meanwhile I should put a clove of garlic in my pocket for protection. I didn't have any garlic at home, so I went out to the grocery store to buy one. The exorcist was there by the time I returned. The exorcist brought me into my room and pulled back the blanket the foot of the bed. There was a tiny demon that looked kinda like trolls from WoW, but it had horns. The exorcist explained that this demon was an "Ettin" and is not extremely dangerous but can be annoying. The exorcist showed me that you can stretch and mess with the Ettin's horns. Somehow this transitioned into the exorcist and me (who had both now changed character) walking around a war camp in a place whose art style resembled World of Warcraft (I wonder if I was perhaps just lucid enough that my observation on the Ettin's appearance warped the dream's progression?) We were walking around the camp while the former exorcist explained to me the situation; we were camped in an Elwynn Forest-like area outside of a large gate. I was told that this was the entrance to a fortress that was heavily guarded and we were having trouble finding a way to bust in.

Now I'm reasonably sure I woke up there in that first dream, but there was what was either an interlude before I woke up that I'm only now remembering or the dream semi-continued when I went back to sleep. It featured a handful of characters from the Suikoden series. As it continued, I zoomed out to watch the action. The gate to the fort was the last major fortified objective between the protagonist army and their objective--a large castle in the northwest. As the attack on the fortress was renewed once more, Griffith led a large force out of the castle to the fort, where fighting intensified. Meanwhile an expedition led by Chris was deeper in the forest to the southeast, trying to find some secret weapon that would help them get through the fort.

The following is what I remember from the dream I just woke up from. At first I thought this sequence may be separate, but thinking about it now it makes some sense in context if I argue that the first person sequence that occurs here is where I am part of Chris' expedition. As it went, I remember thinking I was in either some new MMO or some new patch for WoW where there's a new instance. It's inside of a cave in the side of a mountain cliff outside of a large grassy field. I go in with a party of people; the cave is wide but straight back. We fight our way back, but decide to stop and call it a night shortly before reaching the boss at the back; at the back there was a pillow that you were supposed to touch to activate the encounter. Outside I'm talking with some people, apparently mad that we didn't keep going when we were so close. I eventually decide I'm just gonna go in and pull the boss to at least see what they are. I enter the cave by myself but the layout has changed considerably. The cave is still wide and generally straight, but the pathway now winds back and forth and there are many more monsters inside. I run my way back through the cave, dodging attacking monsters. As I reach the end I jump across a series of small rock platforms in the water and then jump onto the final platform, where I continue by jumping onto the pillow. I seem to think there was a black demon that appeared in front of a mirror on the right wall, but I woke up right about here.

Method: DILD
Recall: Below Average (spotty)
Lucid Ability: 7
Vividness: average
Dream Length:unknown (long)

I don't know where this dream started, but I remember being in a war torn city, and even old people carried weapons. There was this one in particular who was firing off a machine gun from behind a construction road block. I don't know what she was killing or aiming at because I was heading in the other direction.

I picked up a stick and by the time she stopped firing and I asked her where to go next. Two areas look like they lead to more rural areas. The lady said one direction lead back to where we came from, with a bitter voice. She then said another leads to the forest but there are tons of zombies there, and I wouldn't last a second. She pointed to the last path which was apparantly the safest, and told me I'm stilling going to die, but I should try that one. At this point I had the feeling I was dreaming, but I wasn't sure. I headed towards the general direction of the two paths, and there were people standing in a wrap around line. All of them were going to take the safe path. Some group of people were heckling the stick I was holding, and once again they were telling me I wasn't going to live. While trying to keep the suspicions of the dream low, I hopped out of that line and headed off in the the dangerous forest. I wanted to kill some stuff.

scene change? gap in recall?

I'm down the street from my house, (lucid) and some DC is just being annoying. He's all in my face, talking crap over and over. Finally I started body slamming the guy. It was like picking up a pillow case. Each time, the guy got up again, and kept on harassing me. I decided to end it. I grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved his face into the ground. The ground turned into sand and it was smothering him. I watched his arms and legs struggle for a while and stop moving. I let go, and the DC got up again, but he was headless. I sighed, and walked off...ignoring him. I threw a portal on the ground and jumped inside.

scene change.

I'm viewing a wire frame roller coaster. And I'm placing all the parts where everything is going to be, and then my POV is actually on the roller coaster, but the dream fades.

I was at my "room" (completely different than my actual room). It had an eerie feeling, my sheets were scarlet red, like I'd like my room to be. But the light of the dream was like greenish-yellowish, quite creepy. My dad came in to tell me that all my family was arriving. My uncle came in and told me he had some cards with our names and their meanings. I picked two and the first one said something like the angels cry, their crystals break and the second one that I was in deep sorrow. I then walked out of my house by my best friend, he told me I had to see this. It was too small kids, one girl, one boy fighting each other. I separated them and took the little girl by the hand. We walked and the little boy followed us, but not trying to fight her anymore. Some women that walked with us told him to stay far, but I told them to let him stay, that he needed help as well. When we were walking back I told them I had to go to work just a few minutes, and the place where I was going said something like Police & Mysteries Department, meaning I was a detective and I investigated murders. I came in with the other detectives, and they told me it was all okay. But one guy started to walk in some tiles, and he removed them, we saw a children's carpet. He was removing tiles and stopped, walked over other tiles. He said he knew what was going on, there was a body there. This other agent had killed another agent. When that agent, the murderer came in, we confronted her and she confessed. The tiles went up and we saw the body, it was still fresh. Then the agent took a knife and killed the others. It was like I wasn't there anymore, just an expectator. I went back to my house, and I woke up. Strange enough, this didn't feel like a nightmare at all.

Feelings: creepiness, wonder, curiosity, fear (not intense though), the desire to do something, to do justice.

I woke up and remembered..1 dream..maybe it was two. Anyway you'll see.

Warning. Dream journal contains depictions of war and violence. If any of that bothers you do not read this entry.


I was in my room (it was insanely dark and didn't look like my room) talking to my brother,but then he started scratching,a lot. He had somehow gotten a really bad rash,and he couldn't stop scratching. It was really annoying and making it hard to do anything,so I told him to get out of my room. Then he went to his room,still scratching. I ran in there (to his room) grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against his bed and said something like "Tell me where you go the rash or I swear I'll" (I don't remember exactly what the threat was). Then a few moments later I was in a war zone. It was sorta like the battlefield games. I would sneak around and look for people to kill,unfortunately I only had a pistol. So I would kill a few people as I was sneaking around,and then at times I would end up stalking one person to get a shot. Eventually I got to this blown up building and knew there was a person in there,so I threw a grenade in,and killed him. Then another guy came and I ran around the side of the building so he couldn't see me. And I waited to get a shot on him. He got in a jeep but it wouldn't start,so I had time to reload and shoot him in the head. Then I looked up,and a teammate of mine has 2 guys on an airstrip with their hands up. So I run up to get the second guy,then he turns and aims at me,I try to push his gun away (I was almost to him) he shot me. As I fell to my knees everything went dark,and I could hear my mom waking me up for school.

THE END.

Two dream tonight, but unfortunately after waking from the first one I was way too tired to get up and write some notes. All I can remember now was a brief scene where I was up on MS5C (I recall walking down the northwest hallway of the wing towards and around the main nurse's station), only there was some other reason that I was there that had nothing to do with hospitals.

In the longer dream, I was the leader of a group of fighters. There were maybe five or six of us staying in a room, but for some reason the room we were staying in was in the back of a biker gang's bar. Most of them left to pillage or something, but there was one that stayed behind; he burst into our room and started trying to attack us. There were more of us than him though, so we were able to hold him down and take turns beating him up. Somehow he managed to get loose and escape, just as the rest of the biker gang was returning. We were trying to figure out what to do now; one of our guys was small enough to get out the window, so we told him to go send word to our allies, but after he escaped he just waited outside for us to come out as well. The bikers managed to burst into the room again, but there was no immediate fighting. Instead, the leader came to the front and acted menacing. They grabbed one of my guys and were getting ready to torture him. We were hesitant to fight back at first, but as they were about to drive a nail through my comrade's hand I counterattacked. We all managed to fight our way to the door, despite overwhelming numbers of burly bikers, and we escaped and then scattered to regroup later to the north with our camp. I headed south at first, but then doubled back north to meet up with my group's camp (which was in kind of a swampy forest area), where we prepared a small force to invade southwards towards the area where the bikers' bar was.

I don't think I've been getting email notifications for the past few days. Weird.

09/08/10



Ixburg, SK

2000

He's killed, just like that. His daughter, seven years old, is alone in their apartment across town. I'm the daughter.

I slip from the bed, tiny and blonde and short-haired, and push open the door to the rest of the apartment. Somehow, I'm not surprised to see a man there. The man is stocky and blond, and I can see that he's grinning when the orange light from the window hits his face.

I incline my head. "Sir." I say, my voice neutral.

He grins wider and nods back. I step back into the doorway of my bedroom, and he brushes past me into the bright light of the hallway.

He'll be back, if only to keep an eye on me. I need to leave.

Originally Posted by DreamViews DC

It really doesn't count for the RPG if you make up the stories while you're awake.

Originally Posted by Samael

That's why I'm posting in this thread, isn't it? You know, the planning thread. Plotting thread. Where we plot.

I'm incubating a dream, okay?

Originally Posted by DreamViews DC

You still have to write your character profile, btw.

Originally Posted by Samael

...I'm going to finish the story now.

Unknown, IL

2010

I'm a man in a black suit, sitting in the back of a black car, which is driving to the outskirts of a town in Illinois. And we're in Illinois, of course, because the Organization tracked an Extranormal here. One false move, one positive test, and suddenly Jane Doe (Age 17, Grade 12, parents work from home) is about to be assassinated by a team of armed government goons.

It's funny. Extranormals can't strictly be barred from going to school, or holding regular jobs. Hell, they can even travel. Different countries have different restrictions, of course, but the good ol' US of A is all about liberty. The Organization can track them, though. Legality's a little fuzzy, but some real dangerous ones pop up occasionally. What to do with them?

Here's the thing: Extranormals go crazy all the time. They lose control of their powers and suddenly they're either a human icicle or a pile of ashes. Most of the time they take innocent bystanders with them. It's really no problem at all to fake a meltdown. Kill the EN, murder all the bystanders, blow shit up. It's easy.

This one's powers are a little more subtle, so no flashy special effects. Fortunately, ENs tend to be a little crazy to begin with, so it wouldn't be unheard of for one to suddenly... snap. Possibly kill her entire family with a butcher knife. Double murder-suicide, neat and clean.

The man in the passenger seat has the knife.

We pull up the gravel driveway. The other three men silently open their doors and step out. I hide a grin by turning toward the empty road as I step out of the car. No one's coming.

The plan is to enter the house and kill the parents, then ambush the girl when she comes home from school.

Neat and clean.

Except.

Her father died ten years ago.

Her mother died even before that.

And Jane Doe is a really stupid pseudonym.

The only person in the house is the lodger who rents out the basement. That lodger is an Extranormal himself, a young black man who's trying to lie low. Obviously, that's not working out.

I can sense him in the front entrance of the house, ready to attack the first man who comes in. I give the all-clear to the other men.

The man with the knife kicks open the door and walks into an ambush. I shoot the other two in the back.

Once upon a time, there was a man in a black suit. The man was supposed to sit in the back of a black car, and break into a house, and help murder an entire family. While he was still alive, this man used to really hate shapeshifters.

Scare Factor: 3/10
Rating: 6/10

I watched The Last Exorcism last night. It was boring, and the shaky cam made me nauseous.

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, because it's really hard to sleep after a dream like this. Everyone else in my party is still in dreamland, of course.

I just have more fun there.

09/06/10

In which I'm confronted by a creepy little demon girl.



The case contains four Books from the Akashic Records. I pull off the lid reverently, and the three of us peer into the box.

I pull out a dusty, leatherbound edition, and turn it over in my hands. The cover is blank, but the unwritten words pop out at me in red script.

To read this text is to risk eternal damnation.

I open the Book without another thought. It falls open to a spot near the center, revealing an illustration of a beast with horns, wreathed in flame. So this is the comprehensive guide to demonology. I skim the Latin text, translating automatically. The demon has a name something like "K'nushekkal". I turn the name over in my mind, not willing to risk saying it out loud.

Actually, I think about it. Just to see what would happen.

I'm more interested in the other two books.

fade

I hear movement, and wake up in a dark room. I feel like it's my bedroom, but the place bears no resemblance to anywhere I've ever lived.

The blankets are bunched up at my feet, and I sit up, bringing my knees up to my chest. I'm looking at my hands, trying to count my fingers, but I can barely see. It's just light enough for everything to take on a dark blue hue. I peer at my fingers, touching each one with the other hand.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." I mutter. The number's not right, but I think I might be seeing things.

No. I can see the pinky digits twisting into each other. I'm dreaming.

I feel a puff of breath on my ear, almost a laugh. "You're a natural," says an otherworldly voice. I can hear the smile in it.

I turn my head slowly to the left, not moving another muscle. A little girl in a white nightdress, maybe twelve years old, is leaning against the side of my bed, grinning up at me. Her irises are such a dark brown that it looks like her eyes are all black. The whites of her eyes seem to glow.

And her nails are digging into the skin of my forearm, holding me in a vice-grip.

Before I can react, she's pulling me through a tear in the dream, straight through the back of a bookshelf. Dark grey mist howls around us, and I can feel her pulling me down. Screams linger at the limits of my hearing, and a tendril of fear slithers through me.

What the hell, I think, giving myself over to the sensation. I want to see where this goes. I close my eyes.

When I open them, I'm standing in the bedroom, across the room from the demon. Her hands are clenched into fists and she's scowling.

"Hm," I say, tilting my head to the side, "You're one of the demons from The Book. I recognize you." Not by sight, of course, but the pages left an imprint.

I cast a glance around the room behind her. Like I thought, the demon is standing next to The Books. That's irritating. I really want to read the other three.

The demon tenses, and I grin as I rush her, landing a hit that sends her sprawling to the side. I keep up my momentum, going to grab the box.

She hits me from the back. I spin around to face her, but she's running at me again. We land on the ground, each trying to pin the other down. I can feel her demonic form at this point, even if I can't see it.

I have her pinned by the arms when I realize that I won't be able to contain her. Calmly, I come to a conclusion. Without a physical weapon, I start to sever her limbs from her body. I pick up an arm and throw it away from the rest of her, cut off her head and kick it away from the rest of the body. I'll scatter the pieces around the house. In the time it takes the demon to pull herself together, I'll have read at least some of the other books.

I'm sawing apart a Barbie doll. Then I wake up.

Scare Factor: 5/10
Rating: 6/10

I'm not crazy.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-7

It starts with me meeting up with the zombie leader outside of a castle filled with humans. The castle looks somewhat like disney worlds, just more gray and decaying. The zombie leader tells me we are outnumbered thousands to one. I don't really care and return back to the castle. Dream fast forward. Me and 4 others; 3 kids; 2 were boys, and one was a little girl; and my friend are killing the zombies out on the drawbridge to the castle. There is no moat, but there is a drawbridge. I'm using a mini uzi, and have a ammo indicator from Left4Dead. Me and my friend are fighting them off and the children are following us. I Conserve ammo because reloading is a hassle while running. We keep fighting them until we come to a road. The road has very thick brush on both sides. A perfect area to line them up and shoot em down.

Me and my friend start running while the kids stay at the entrance. They didn't attack them(probably as they didn't see them as a threat). So we are running down the road shooting behind us and my clip is empty. I have another, i put it in, and try and cock it. But the cocking mechanism is very hard to push in. I keep trying but it doesn't work. So i sprint further and try it again. I push as hard as i can and then i finally hear a little "ping" and a smile comes to my face.

I turn around and unload on them. there was probably 30 of them left when i started. Closest being 10 feet away. He got 15 rounds in the chest before i put 5 threw his head. All the zombies fell pretty easily. Unfortunately the kids were at the end of the road. We ran down there and i knew what had happened before i was there. Two of the kids were shot. The little girl was already dead, and the boy was bleeding. The other boy was perfectly fine(i think the one that was fine was supposed to be the son of my friend). We pick up the kids that are alive and have to leave the little girl. We run to the end of the road with the heavy brush on both sides. A car parks at the other end. I know we are safe. We get near the car and the dream ends.

I personally loved that dream. There were slight horror moments in it, but it was mainly a shooter. Plus i got to kill zombies in second person. But yea, no melatonin used, thats all me baby.

I'm baaack.

Originally Posted by #1. First Appearances

It's dark, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, frightening living statues made of shadow... twisted, slender, lethal. I want to remember them when I wake up, because they're mine.

08/26/10



The Monster of the Week gets in over its head.

This dream takes place in my old apartment building in Ixburg. The suite is a floor down from where I actually used to live, and it's been refitted with giant windows. It has a balcony with a fire exit, and the place is spacious and airy. Which is fortunate, because I live there with a group of people, and we're all sleeping together.

I'm alone in the bedroom when I see it. A presence has been on the edges of my consciousness for a while now, and it finally coalesces into a physical form. It's a black statue, shiny and carved out of something like obsidian or onyx. It's vaguely humanoid, but it's a simplified form. It has a somewhat bulbous head, but the rest of it is sleek, almost liquid.

Time speeds up, and I watch life continue in fast-forward. The other people in the apartment don't notice the statue at all. I have the feeling that it's been there for some time, and the fact that I can see it now means nothing good.

Ignoring the others going about their day, I stand up from the bed and walk over to the statue. It's immobile, but I can feel a dark presence.

It's moving. The statue bends an arm back, quick as lightening, and stabs forward. My mouth falls open in an involuntary gasp, and I see myself being impaled on the thing's arm, its hand reaching out through my lower back. I come to the sudden, horrible realization that I'm a sacrifice, and the only person who lives here that meets the requirements. Golden white light streams into my vision, claiming everything, and I feel myself fall back, completely detached from my physical form.

It's like being in the blue-white light from previous dreams, but this feels more like home, more a part of myself. I'm searching for something, cataloguing information that my conscious mind can't comprehend. And I feel it.

The "statue" exists before me as an infinitesimal dark speck, a mote of dust. The thing before me, the spirit inside the statue, I reach out - no, I don't even have to reach out. Just by existing in this state, I snuff out its tiny little black soul.

The light falls away, and I'm left standing in the apartment, completely intact. The dark presence is gone, and I allow myself a glimmer of satisfaction.

There's a reason they call me the Lightbringer.

Mugging the Monster. Scare Factor: 2.

There's a girl stuck in a glass box, unable to get out. However, she can cast astral projections of herself - and has sent one of them to find me. She asks me for help, and I gladly volunteer. I gather my Mom and a couple of my other friends and for some reason we can't fit in one car. So we take two, ready to free the girl and kick ass.

We find the place where the girl is being held. I go up to the glass and see the girl is terrified. "Don't break it!" my Mother tells me, keeping an eye out for bad guys. We don't see any, and I carefully go to the glass and place my hands on it. The glass melts away, and the girl gets out. She had a bad fear of glass - she'd fallen through a window once and had been badly scarred on her arms from it, and now she didn't like glass.

"Hurry up!" My Mom told me, and quickly we rushed to the car again. Our other friends had heard about some kind of supernatural fight thing going on, and so they had gone to help out while we helped the girl stuck in the glass.

We were on our way to the fight and my Mom said "Oh shit, we're almost out of gas. We're swerving off." We ended up doing this. The gas pumps were shaped oddly, and I got out to pump the gas. It took a short time and my Mom was yelling at me to get back in the car or she would leave without me. I had to lurch as quickly as I could over to the car and for a few minutes I was dragged along until I managed to get back into the car.

We were driving along a road at the bottom of a cliff of sorts, and above us were pretty houses that just felt wrong. Like they weren't normal. I mentioned this to my Mom.

"We'll have to check them out later," she said.

"I agree with her," the girl we rescued, who was in the backseat, said. "They don't seem right."

We finally got to where we were supposed to be. A huge fight was going on. There was a couple of dragons, too, and one person, being sneaky, slunk up behind the dragon and killed it. I was amazed at this.

08/08/10

I'm part of a story in a familiar seeming place. Everything's happening out of order, events and dialogue added where I think the story needs it. As I wake up, I see the story written out on a word processor.

I wake up. As I fall back asleep, I enter HH. I'm a younger version of Dean Winchester, and there's something I still need to do. I'm still lucid, but I don't want to wake myself up, so I fall into the dream.

***

I'm a giant, fighting a tiny man as we climb up a water tower. I try to kick him off my foot, but he's holding on, trying to stab my toes.

***

I'm in prison. I'm sitting with a group of people, all handcuffed with zip-ties, our hands wound up in green mesh. My mom and dad are there, part of the dozen or so people jammed into the cell, sitting on the wooden benches where there's room.



Despite the lack of space, I'm not crowded on the bench. I'm also pretty much ignoring everyone in the room, now that the guards are gone. I'm concentrating on removing the zip-ties. I think I might have been chewing through them at some point, but with a flourish, I have them off my wrists. I hold onto the mess of plastic for a second, think about pretending I'm still trapped, but I let it fall to the floor. I'll take my chances.

Finally, we get our own cells. All of the doors are open, so I calmly walk over to the cell by the window and sit down on the bed. Originally, we were supposed to be sharing cells, but there aren't any bunk beds. There is no privacy; everything that isn't an outside wall is made of narrow bars, four inches apart. My mom takes the cell beside mine.

Lights out. A guard comes over to check that we're in bed. He stands too close, but I'm not worried. I sense no malevolence in him.

Which is fortunate, for his sake.

The guard shuffles away and I stand up, moving silently in the shadows. The locked door to my cell swings open of its own accord, and I walk, unnoticed, right out of the building.

***

I'm a hunter. Female, with long, curly black hair. I'm interviewing witnesses, trying to figure out what's going on in this town. Someone recognizes me from an earlier hunt, and claims I'm a cop.

***

Two versions of Dean Winchester sit at different tables at a restaurant. One is just barely older than the other. The younger one approaches him.

"You know, I've had a hell of a time since you got the cops after you again."

***



There are two versions of Dean Winchester, but the age difference is exaggerated. One of them is a child, and the other is an old man.

They're at the entrance of an old quanset on a farm, when I see a flash of something happening in the distance. Six plumes of light grey smoke fly from the ground and hurtle toward us.

Sam and Dean, about five and nine at the moment, are outside. A little piece of narration goes off in my head.

They're after the kids. Demons who steal away children that wander off on their own. It's part of the local folklore.

I'm hardly there at all, so the older Dean has to decide who to save: the younger Sam or the younger Dean. Of course he goes after Sam, and I stay inside, waiting, as the demons approach mini-Dean.

When they grab him, when they go hurtling through the air towards their base, I phase through the wall and take off after them.

"Omnipitus omundi patronus," I mutter to myself, sneaking into an old farmhouse. Wait, Patronus?

Just like that, I'm lucid. I smile, and crawl into the small entranceway. Bits of dust flake off of everything I touch, and I find myself crawling as the hallway gets smaller and smaller.

A woman attacks me out of nowhere. By all rights, I shouldn't be able to move in the small hallway I've wedged myself into. I won't consider myself trapped, though. I lash out, grabbing the woman by the jaw and the back of her head, and I twist.

The woman falls to the floor, her neck broken.

The house is normal sized again, and I walk into the bedroom, see the young Dean lie sprawled out over the bed. "Omnipitus omundi patronus," I repeat, but nothing happens. I sigh, and pick the boy up, ready to run him back to his brother and older self.

Claustrophobia. Scare Factor: 2.

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

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I am looking through something and I find two small pocketknives. One is a blue color that changes to green in the right light, one is green that changes to blue in the right light. I hear someone behind me and I turn to look.

There's a man in the door and he looks like some kind of law-keeper. He looks like a cross between a sherrif and something out of the Robin-hood era stories. He says something about rats getting into the stores, me being the rat.

He pulls something out, a gun or a bow and arrow, I can't remember which, and aims it at me with intent to fire without even giving me an order to stand down or anything. I pull out the knife and think about attacking but it's handled for me.

A kid that can't be older than fourteen tackles the lawman. I toss one of the knives to the kid and take mine, lunging for the downed man. I press the knife to his neck, drawing lines of vivid red blood, but I can't find it in me to kill him. The kid and I get out as fast as we can.

There are stone walkways all around us, and below us as well. The boy gives some kind of call, and before I know it the walkways had dozens of people on them, the majority of which were men.

I see a person from Criminal Minds - Garcia. I tell her what's happening - some kind of arena type fight will be going on, and I'm one of the fighters. Our little merry band of misfits has been trying to put a stop to it, but for some reason I must compete.

Next I know I'm in the arena, fighting another person from Criminal Minds - a young Hotchner. For some reason my mind seems to realize that this isn't quite right, and he keeps switching between a young Rossi and a young Hotchner. (Like, fourteen or so.)

Rotchner's swinging an ax and I try to keep my distance, since I know that that's really the best idea. Not much defense against an ax. Eventually it becomes stuck in the ground and I attack, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

The dream got very confusing after that. I was in a house that looked filthy and had these other mean looking children in it, and the knives came back into the dream, where the boy and I were trying to figure out whose knife belonged to who.

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not really coherent dream, although it was very vivid. I don't think I did a good job describing it, because my mental state isn't all that good right now and I had some unfortunate things happen yesterday/early morning. I don't know the people on this site yet all that well so I don't know how much people would want to hear.

08/03/10

I'm Neal Caffrey again. Only this time, I'm back on Hoth, using quick blasts of blue energy to fight off a giant snow monster. To reiterate, I'm using force powers to fight a monster while wearing an expensive suit and a fedora.

Repeat. Scare Factor: 1.

[B]1. Undated, quite old.[/B]
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm in some park-like place. An open spot with grass and trees around it. I grab a branch from a tree. With the branch, I am able to swing up and grab hold of another, higher up branch. At the end, I have a branch that swings me around as if I was wearing a pilotable parachute. My old teacher tells me I shouldn't do it, it's too dangerous.
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[B]2. Undated, quite old[/B]; after watching The Dark Knight, I was really fascinated by the Joker, so that's the cause of the Jokerfication of my dreams.
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm in a big store, they sell DVDs, there's a whole bunch of posters with the Joker on them. People are dressed up as the Joker, too. Want to buy The Dark Knight.
A little girl aged around 2 to 4 in a pink [URL="http://www.ifocus.dk/nyheder/04-10-07/Reima-T-Pige-flyverdragt-m.jpg"][missing word][/URL] pokes me on the shoulder (How she does this, you ask?) She says, roughly translated "You may" / "You can" / "You're allowed to", something like that. ([I]Du må godt.[/I])
She points to the exit, she ants me to go somewhere. I follow her to some trees and bushes. There's an army of cats, she wants me to read some little piece of paper on the ground where the cats were. It says something stupid, something starting with G but making no sense.
I take the girl up on my shoulders and carry her back. Walk the wrong way at first... "Y'know, this is really weird... Because... (Exhausted) I don't... Usually do this"
Walk back around and find the right way. Meet K on the way, I put the girl down when I get into the store. Felt weird but made me feel sort of proud...
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[B]3. Undated[/B]; again with the Joker...
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm in a place that looks like a bank from a movie. The color themes are something like dark wood and gold everywhere. First I fistfight some guards or whatever, then I get a shotgun and have an epic shootout "scene" where I kill a few of them. I hide behind a counter while fighting another guy with a shotgun.
I'm fighting a guy and a lady with katanas. We move up on a table and fight there. The whole thing is very movie-like, and I'm the villain. I cut the lady and grab her from behind, using her as a shield from the guy. The two are lovers. I tell the guy he has to choose between me killing the lady, or him killing us both. He tries to kill us both, but I move out of the way just in time and then we fight on. We move out to the streets, I severely injure him. I try to make him give up by giving him the [URL="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReasonYouSuckSpeech"]The Reason You Suck[/URL]-speech. At the peak of hopelessness, he turns the situation around by saying something epic that I have forgot, but it seemed to hint that both he and his lover would survive. I laugh it off while laying on a sidewalk, wet ([I]We had jumped into some water below a bridge at one point aswell.[/I]) I tell him I do hope he meets his lover again, I actually have nothing against him. He walks off. I do that weird thing the Joker does with his mouth in The Dark Knight and then I let myself fall asleep on the sidewalk.[/COLOR]