Beating a ghost I was in my backyard, it was a cold evening. There was a ghost in one of buildings. I gathered group of friends and siblings and we charged inside, I was holding a cudgel. We all hit wildly, trying to harm the ghost. Only I sensed it good enough to hit it, and despite it being just a presence, it was scary. I hit harder and harder, everything went black as I became more scared. But finally I managed to beat both my fear and the ghost, then I emitted a shockwave that cleansed the building after the ghost disappeared. The fox I was in my backyard, another cold evening. Going to the back exit of my possession that goes to fields I saw something sitting behind some planks. It was a fox, sitting on the ground and staring at me. I called my brother's wife and she quickly ran closer to see it. I thought that it would scare the fox away, but instead it ran closer to me. I was a little afraid as the fox had weirdly darker fur, but in the end I pet him.
It was midnight. I was watching TV, there was a movie about a girl that died and returned as a ghost, then tried to reclaim her lost life. It was really interesting, I couldn't stop watching it.
I did a WBTB but fell back to sleep trying to remember my dream. Two hours later I woke up from a non lucid dream where 3 old ladies are trying to convince me to have an orgy. I did a proper WBTB this time and stayed up for a half an hour or so. Despite how weird that dream was it made me think about sex and made my next dream extra horny. 08.03.2016 10:20 AMHorny Haunting (DILD) I am in a meeting with a family of DCs outside of their house. There is a picnic table set up with soda and snacks. We are discussing what to do about the ghost that is supposedly haunting the house and even killed someone. One kid says he found a magic spell book in the attic and it must be related to the haunting. All the DCs murmur and say we should read it to find out more about the ghost. I say they shouldn't read the book. I become semi lucid because I realize that ghosts aren't real but don't fully realize it's a dream. I use telekinesis to clean up the picnic table so that we can get out of here. The kid insists on reading the book and starts to open it but I shut it with telekinesis. "DO NOT READ THAT BOOK. Are you crazy? Haven't any of you seen horror movies before?" I become more lucid and take the book. I tell them that ghosts aren't real and we go inside. I go upstairs to an empty bedroom and think it's perfect for starting my goals. I stick my hand back and imagine my dream guide's hand holding mine. I look back and no one is there. I pull my hand up and I am holding a detached hand that disolves away. I didn't find this spooky at the time, I thought my dream control was just sucking, but now I think it may have been the ghost! I try again but now I can't feel anything when I try. One of the DCs walks up the stairs and I realize she is a pretty cute blond woman. I feel a very strong urge to have sex and wonder if I can have a quickly and get back to my goals. We have sex and it goes on for a while but I can't seem to finish even though I am trying to go quick. The dream fades but I know I can DEILD so I wait patiently for the dream to form again. I find myself in the room again except I am floating upside down. I fall on my head and do a somersault. I am alone in the room again and try to summon my DG again but can't manage to feel a hand there. I go down the stairs and see that the house is my childhood home. The same DCs from before are walking around. I realize I need to make points for Spellbee2's contest so I fly slowly down the hall. Use telekinesis on a laundry basket and then phase through the counter top. I realize this doesn't cover my full body for extra points so I phase through a wall. I need to summon my DG to get the most points though so go back to focusing on that. I imagine my DG walking around the corner but the grandma DC does instead wearing a witch costume. I tell her she is way to old to be my DG and to go back and try again. I look in the living room and see a red cat staring at me. The tip of it's tail and a spot on it's back is white. I tell it to transform into my DG too but I don't give thought to it because the grandma comes back and still isn't my DG. Damn, that cat was probably my DG's cat form... I tell the grandma to try one more time and again it fails. I walk into the room and look at the TV. There is an image of a hot woman on it. I stick my hand into the tv and she grabs it. I pull her out and she isn't my DG but she is hot. I can't help myself but have sex again. This time when I wake up I wake up for real.
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I was in a living room with my older and younger sister. We were copying music files from a cd and listening to them on sister's laptop. We were quite curious about this music. Then we went with rest of the family to our fields to do something. It was a cold, overcast day. When we have finished, we went back to house. Later that night I turned on the tv and on all stations there was an interview with porn actress about the industry and if she actually likes that job. She had long, pale brown curly hair and was slim. She was wearing a red dress. I decided to check a movie with her, turned on my laptop and started searching, but when I actually found a movie I was looking for, I heard sister coming and turned it down. I checked the clock - it was 2:30 am. I decided to quickly grab some clothes and take a shower. I went through kitchen and noticed people talking with parents, there was my brother who told us about haunted building in our town. Next day we took car and with brother drove to check that haunted building. It was a ruined, two storey building. It's front wall completely gone. We left the car and talked about rumors of this building being haunted. I leaned to the left and behind a pillar saw a man in suit, a completely black shade. I leaned a few times and saw the shade in an office, then looking through a window. I told them about that change when leaning in and out, then leaned again and saw the ghost leaning out to see me. This scared me and I told them about that. Brother only said "They're not bandits out other criminals. They're ghosts, and they know you can't do anything to them."
I am in what looks like my grandfather's Boise house. I am with several other people, include Mike A. Somewhere in my interaction with the group, I realize I am dreaming. After I become lucid, I realize I am no longer an active character in the dream, but rather, an awareness observing the dream. This is unusual so I decide to experiment with this new "ghost" state I am in. I see Mike in the kitchen. I approach him and whisper in his ear "I am right here." He reacts as though he does hear me but he looks confused because he cannot see me. He leaves the kitchen, but I stay, trying to decide what to do next. I opt for a dramatic dream exit. I consider spinning, but decide to try to sink through the floor instead since that has worked for me in the past. I sink down through a vortex in the floor and find myself in a large, crowded building with many hallways. I begin walking around, looking at the dream and hoping for something interesting to present itself. I see dream characters but am reluctant to approach them for some reason. I feel as though this maze of dark rooms and hallways is endless, and I don't really like it. I've found myself in this kind of maze many times, and I always want out. I consider ways to locate an exit, but I wake up before I try another technique to change the scene.
Outside view of ‘my house’ [not house in waking life] It is dark outside, but the house is white and lit by moonlight. On the roof there is a small cemetery. Suddenly I am in the house, upstairs, near the window facing the cemetery. I hear a voice whispering my name: ‘soooolaaeeetttiiiaaa…I’m looking for sssooolllaaaeettiiaa…’ I open the window and there is a small creature with a black hooded cloak. It asks me if I will tickle it. <This sounds way more scary as I type it than it was experiencing it. The creature, although it’s skeletal face was mostly obscured, seemed benign. I was working at the old cafe, but we had desks and small 8”-10” retro monitors. One of my monitors just said ‘baseball’ in white type on a black screen. A man who was either just hired or a new client hovered over me as another boss/employee explained what I was working on. I felt my space was being violated. Later, I was in the restroom and a man walked in looking around for things. I yelled at him to get out, and he argued that he knows what I look like and isn’t interested in me, he just needed some things from this room. Again, I felt violated. People from the cafe were boxing up there things, I was one of the last people in the building. I had three bags and many different clothes and shoes that I was trying to gather and decide what to wear. A girl was lugging her things out and remarked on all the people being jailed. I responded that I was surprised or something, and she asked me in a slight shock if I wasn’t being arrested too? I said no they hadn’t arrested me, and she seemed to think that was unfair and continued on her way. Thoughts: My dreams seem uninteresting and meaningless at the moment, and I don’t feel like I am gaining much insight- expect that I am not very attend to my inner self at the moment. Maybe that’s the point. I feel distracted by things going on in my waking life. I know though that continuing to journal I will have some break throughs and get back to where I want to be, and hopefully progress from there.
First dream It was an evening. Strong wind was blowing and sky was covered by dense layers of dark-red, huge, towering clouds. I was in my father's carpentry workshop, we were working on something with father, sister, my friend and two other men. My backyard was changed and door to old toilet hut were placed right in front of the workshop. The doors were opening on their own and despite the strong wind, sister scared me that it was a ghost opening and closing them all the time. I looked at the clouds and saw loads of lightnings shooting across the sky. I said "There's a photo session up in the sky, we should get back to home." We went back to my house, it looked like it was before renovation. My friend said "Wait, I've got to go meet someone at the wolf." I immediately realised that the wolf is a name he's calling one of the streets. We went out, it was just after the rain. We saw something strange - a blue orb of energy, surrounded by an orange, circular energy beam. It moved towards us really quickly, disappearing and appearing in another spot. I said to my friend "Look! It must be an anomaly, just like in stalker games!" We went around it, but then I decided to throw some pebbles at it. Two throws missed, I got a feeling that it's watching me. Third throw hit that orb and it exploded, releasing huge amount of steam. We went onward. Second dream I was in school, ending my classes. We were going down to cloakroom, I took my stuff and went for a bus. There were only a few passengers inside. I looked out through windows and saw that storm is coming. I felt that the bus is going to fall on it's side, so I leaned through a window and pulled a few strings that made it keep balance. When we were driving in a crowded town, I found myself in a cargo that was placed externally, on the bus' side. I was trying to not get crushed when bus was driving by other vechicles. Suddenly the engine turned off and I had to leave the cargo. I met up with two girls from the bus, one was very rude and we couldn't stand each other. Fragment I was in my house, in a living room. There was a tied up couple lying on the floor. A man in a black suit with red tie and a blonde, completely naked woman. I was holding a gun in my hand. The man said that they're not my parents which made me shot myself in an arm. Then he said "We're just freaking, kid!" This made me rage, I shot at them a few times.
Dream The dream begins with me and someone else running towards a house at night. We're trying to free the ghost of a girl who was murdered, she haunts the house we're heading to. We go inside and walk around for a while, I can't remember how but we avenge her spirit. I'm in the lounge with the ghost while my friend heads off somewhere. She looks about 17-18 with medium length Egyptian style black hair, she's quite attractive but I'm nearly 5 years her senior so I have an 'eh no thanks' thought going through my head. I sit down on the couch, it's a pretty simple square room which has either a beige or light yellow wallpaper to colour. She wants to thank me for helping her, so she flicks the lights off... It's pitch black and I can feel her getting closer to me, she kisses me but I have a feeling she's up to something. I turn the light back on and tell her I'm not interested, I say something like "I'll go check to see if my parents are ready to leave yet". I still felt some kind of evil about her, I didn't want to fall for her seductive ruse. I head into the next room, it's a lounge that resembles the one in my parents' house. My mum is sitting on the leather couch with my dad sitting on the arm of the chair, between them is a damply lit lamp that sets a heavy tone. It feels like they were talking about some adult problems before I walked in and interrupted. "Are we leaving soon?" I ask, "yes we're just about to head out" my mum replies. I get changed into my pj's, they have dinosaurs on them I think.. I feel like I'm a little kid and we're heading home after being out camping for a week. We're in the car now, I'm sitting in the back seat, my parents are in front with my dad driving. It's still dark outside, though not completely. There's a torrential downpour too... The road we're on is coastal, to the left is a rocky cliff rising up high while to the right is a rocky seawall with big waves lapping up against it. We drive around a bend on the road and an epic scene awaits, a huge shape bursts from the water. At first I'm unsure about what it is, but I recognize that it's something from Avatar the Last Airbender (it isn't...). I think to myself that it must be a multi-legged bug monster or the evil mecha episode, except it's happening live (it strikes me as odd that it's only just happening yet I've supposedly seen the episode). I get a closer look and realize it's the evil mecha episode, oh fuck. I remember how in the episode it gets chased by a good mecha and they collide near the bridge crossing, breaking the bridge. Fuuuuu... It would take forever to get home if the bridge broke :/. "DAD! Speed up! We have to get across the bridge!" I yell, hoping that I've convinced him despite knowing that I'm a kid and that no one believes kids.. He speeds up though, we're flooring it and the evil mecha is accelerating with a huge gush of water jetting into the sky from the speed its going at. We come to the turn at the bridge, my dad does a turn and break to skid the car to a stop (no easy feat with slick of water), we bump into a side wall slightly before accelerating again. The evil mecha has arrived at the bridge and turns around to face the approaching good mecha. Our car crossing the bridge, the torrential rain pelting the roof, the huge mechas shrouded by a thin mist as they charge towards each other. Everything happens in that moment, the mechas collide as the car touches the otherside of the bridge, a huge force explodes outwards and obliterates the bridge behind us. I'm thrown out of the car as it skids to a halt by the edge of road. I fly through the air and land in the ocean, there's something else that flew out with me though and I try to swim and get it. Fuck, it's too far... There's a dinghy nearby, I'm anxious about the water depth so I swim over to it. It's almost completely submerged, but atleast I put it under me to ward any sharks away. There's a rope attached and my parents start pulling me back to shore. There's a minor scene change, instead of heading back to the shore I'm in the water again. My parents are in the dinghy and I swim over, my dad wants to show me what to do in this sort of situation and is being all like "Oh so just in case this ever happens to you and you're on your own I'll show you what to do". He was just inferring it was good time to practice. The dreams ends here .
I recall only a fragment. I was in my front yard, whole family gathered there. It was a dark, cold evening. Someone sent me to our attic to find something lost out there. I climbed up a ladder and entered the attic. I immediately felt that something was wrong, the air was somehow heavy and I felt that there is someone watching me. I backtracked to ladder and heard terrifying and strange noises as I was climbing down. I went to toilet and saw that there is an ominous, dark hole in the ceiling, leading straight to attic. It was a joke made by my brother, but he didn't knew about the thing that was up there.
Morning of April 14, 2016. Thursday. Dream #: 18,014-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min 30 sec. My dream starts as a typical painting and maintenance dream. The setting is a version of our present home with a fictitious open room between the lounge room and dining area where a big wardrobe against the west wall is between them. I have clarity as I enjoy my work. I have an occasional concern about paint dripping on folded clothes on wardrobe shelves and the floor. It is light blue paint that changes to a cream color and back to blue. It occurs (several times) when switching back and forth to the different rooms. At one point, I am concerned by the thicker ridges caused by having slapped on too much paint. Above our bed, a short distance from the ceiling is an artistic feature left by the former tenant. There are red ribbons in a trailing frame pattern that partially enclose a large and rectangular piece of tinfoil that blocks about eighty percent of the view of the ceiling. I try to paint around it. I see a large and ancient painted tapestry. The paint seems to have expanded and blurred over time. I recall that all I have to do is touch something to refurbish or perfect it. I feel the upper right corner of the tapestry. As a result, it becomes beautiful and more defined as I watch, more detail clarifying the image in a slow sweep from right to left. I think I will finish painting the walls this way. Even so, the walls paint themselves in a light cream and blue pattern as the previous lumps and minor cracks smooth out. I summon a haunting (regular in dreams since childhood). I pretend the room is haunted, knowing if I concentrate, I can bring about a haunting. I read various large letters and word clusters on the wall. An unknown female, a professional investigator, who reminds me of actress Helen Kleeb as in the 1970s, writes down what I say, most of which is gibberish I spell out for her. Eventually, I say, “Oh, it’s a name.” It is Rosemary Berry (unfamiliar, but it reminds me of other rhyming dream names, such as Tony Karoni). I report “Ms” appears before the name. (It is possibly an association with “MS. Found in a Bottle” by Edgar Allan Poe, or Matisyahu’s “Message in a Bottle.” I have recently listened to it and made a version. However, the “MS.” of the Edgar Allan Poe story supposedly means “message” in only some sources and “manuscript” in more credible sources). I am glad signs of a ghost are present even though I am aware it is the result of my pretense. Suddenly, I am a little boy of about eight years old, and I see an unfamiliar friendly boy (a ghost of a former resident) walking up to a jagged hole in the wall. (This “doorway” is a haunting feature, and other people who are present cannot see it.) I am aware his name is Hamlet. The investigator is supposed to be my mother now. (Helen is the name of my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother). I tell her about Hamlet. She says, “Oh” and remarks with seeming frustration and disappointment, “You’re just dreaming!” She thinks the Rosemary Berry incident we shared previously was a dream. I feel her condescension, but as I am a child, there is not anything I think I could say. She towers over me to my right, and I feel like a child in size contrast. We walk through a parking lot (for liminal modulation, typically the last setting in a dream). After looking at documents she was carrying in her bag, she cautiously says, “Oh…Hamlet was one of the former residents…” (with attestation emphasis on “was”). She looks at me curiously as I wake slowly.
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Fragment It was evening. I went to toilet and back to my room. I thought about making a prank to my pal, and took a costume of a horrifying ghost - a woman with dark hair, wearing a white dress. Second dream I was at a wedding. With family we drove to a small restaurant, where a black woman in a purple dress was telling random stories and jokes about marriage and stuff. I didn't listened to her, going outside and entering sewers instead. It was dirty all around, but it wasn't stinking. I saw one of my classmates playing with spiders, and met a man working in sewers. He told the classmate how to tame spiders, and then he went away saying "I have to meet up with Irene! Goodbye!". I went back to surface and met my father, then I entered the toilet. I wanted to pee, but there were people disturbing me. First a girl entered my cabin, then my father just tore the door to it and thrown it away. I thought "Screw it, I'll just do this!" and started peeing blood.
In the first dream, I was walking down the street at night when I found a girl, who I offered to help escort home since it seemed like some guy was chasing her. She led me to a trailer where she lived and showed me inside, and I remember being introducted to her parents, and the whole trailer suddenly shaking. She explained that there was a curse upon her family that was summoning two different ghosts, one was the "Tricker" and one was the "Killer." She explained that when she let new people into her trailer, it summoned one of them at random. The ghost who identified himself as the "tricker" appeared and explained that he was harmless, but if I hung out with this girl for too long it would summon the "Killer" ghost. I remember feeling like this dream was some sort of movie, because it seemed to feel like it was following a plotline and I knew that it would probably have a conclusion. I remember trying to get more information about why she was cursed from her, but then suddenly the killer ghost, who took the appearance of an older woman appeared and I felt myself explaining to the girl that I understood that this ghost didn't want to hurt us, and was cursed and forced to kill people. We managed to escape from her, but suddenly ran into the "tricker" ghost who also was suddently coming after us. As we opened a door to escape, the "killer" ghost was right there, and the tricker ghost explained that the killer ghost was too old and frail to catch us, and she needed his help to capture us. That's when I woke up. The next dream I was near a street I usually hang out at in real life, but it was now being turned into a mall and all the shops were being re- arranged. I went to a comic book store, and all the people I know from there were there and five random new people and we were about to start a session of Dungeons and Dragons, but that's when I woke up. In the last dream I was reading Simpson's comics and that's all I did for like 5 minutes. I remember them not really having a plot, but just being Bart Simpson doing things like riding a balloon that looked like a cat and spray painting on the chalk board.
(If anyone reads this, it's in french, i put this here because i wrote it quickly in my language and wanted a safe place to put it and remember it, if someone wants to read it, it should work with google translate, it's about me on a cruise, going accidentally in a ghost parallel dimension of the ship with evil ancient people stuck in it..) j'ai pénétré dans une dimension parallèle du bateau, c'était une dimension fantome, de temps où un jeune homme violent a commis des meurtres (le bateau etait vieux). Beaucoup de filles avaient tombées dans cet univers comme moi au fil du temps (le temps s'arretait dans cette dimension) toutes (je crois) ont restées pris ainsi avec l'esprit vengeur et violent (il etait pris aussi, cetait le premier et cetait lui qui avait mis cette dimension en mourant surement), elles ont donc toutes eu le même effets: elles sont devenues presques folles et extremement violentes, (ce n'était même plus les mêmes). en me promenant dans le bateau (celui de l'époque du jeune homme) jai pu constater la violence des lieux, il y avait un petit garçon d'à peine 10 ans calciné dans un coin, on l'avait brulé vif. il y avait des étagères comme dans les supermarchés, je me suis souvent pogné avec le jeune homme et sa troupe, peut importe comment on lui parlait ou le traitait, il finissait toujours par avoir des excessivités de colère extrement violentes, c'était le plus fort dans cette dimension, il y avait une fille tres violente aussi et tres puissante, la plus puissante, cétait sans doute la premiere a avoir tombé dans la dimension parallèle (donc la plus vieille) elle ne permettait a personne de s'approcher de lui. comme je venais d'arriver et que j'avais encore l'esprit sain, j'était souvent la cible d'attaques violentes et de colère, je me suis battue d'inombrables fois, sans succès, car il ne pouvait y avoir de gagnants, ça ne menait nul part, ils étaient immortels. il m'ont souvent couru après tous ensemble en hurlant, même dans ma cabine (version dans l'ancien temps) le gars m'avait trouvé et avait essayer de me blesser. je me suis cachée a un moment entre les produits dans une étagère, ils sont passés, a ce moment, jai vu stillwell passé, et aller vers un coin dont je n'avait jamais vu, je lai suivie. sa a mené au fond, les murs et les machineries etaient peintes en blanc. peu après, le gars (le mauvais esprit) était déjà a mes trousses, comme c'etait une dimension parallele créé par sa violence et sa mort (donc a lui) il avait senti que je j'étais proche de m'enfuir et de m'en sortir, et il voulait a tout prix m'en empêcher, pour que je sois moi aussi prisonniere dans la tristesse et la violence de son passé. quand jetait rendu proche d'une certaine porte a la fin du couloir que stillwell m'avait mené, je lui demandé quesquil faisait là lui aussi, il a dit qu'a 2 ans il a était tombé dans la dimension et cétait fait tué par le gars, je lui ai demandé comment il a grandi et continuer la vie dans la réalité, il m'a répondu qu'il n'avait pas mangé (la logique est forte ici..) je voyais déjà le gars s'en venir a la course, il voulait absolument m'empêcher de partir, la porte etait ma derniere chance et si je manquait cette seule occasion, je n'en aurait plus jamais, j'allais être damné comme ces filles pour l'éternité dans cette dimension. il allait vite. jai ouvert la porte et c'était ma chambre, avec une autre porte au bout du mur (en fait, le seul moyen de sortir etait de trouver cette porte, vite car plus le temps passait, plus elle disparaissait, et lorsquon l'ouvrait, on se retrouvait dans sa chambre a soi, il fallait franchir la deuxieme porte, si on la franchissait et quon fermait la porte derrière nous, on était sauvé, personne ne pourrait rouvrir cette porte, la dimmension serait scellée a jamais, chaque personne n'avait droit qu'a une seule chance, les filles que j'avais vues étaient coincé dans cet enfer a jamais, on ne pouvait plus rien pour elles, de toute façon cette dimension etait tellement forgé dans la douleur, la tristesse, la violence, la folie, qu'elles n'étaient même plus elles-mêmes, la preuve, elles étaient violentes et elles tuaient comme l'esprit du gars...) jai donc couru vers la deuxième porte et je l'ai refermée a temps. J'étais sauvée...
I'm no stranger to grotesque nightmares, and last night was one of those weird ones... My dad, brother, some stranger, and I were all sitting in this newly renovated house. High ceilings, hardwood floors, white walls, and brand new furniture. I can't remember why we were all there, but I kind of remember looking at this house as a possibility for a new home for me, my brother, and my dad, and the unknown man might have been the previous owner or one who was selling the house. We were all sitting in the living room, which was at ground level connected to the kitchen and had a large window making up most of the outside facing wall. We were all chatting when, all of a sudden, the previous owner (a tall, dark haired man with glasses) started frantically telling us about how this house is terribly haunted. (not such a good selling point). Then we hear strange music, like jack-in-the-box music, coming from one of the bedrooms which also lead out to the kitchen. The man ran into the bedroom to retrieve an old Super Nintendo controller, not plugged into anything, yet it seemed to create this music. I was sitting on the carpet, with my back to the large window, facing the kitchen; I saw a floral pattern chair move on its own in the kitchen. I told my dad, who was sitting on the couch facing the large window. The air began to get thick and felt almost charged. I expressed to the others that we should REALLY get out of there. We all quickly proceeded to the door to find it covered around the frame by HUGE black spiders. Seriously, like spider bodies’ as big as my fist. I busted through the door with my dad and brother right behind me. We got out safely, the other man did not. When I realized he didn't make it out, I immediately went to the large window looking into the living room. The man was panicked, frantic, trying his best to run to the door but something was keeping him in the room. He couldn't physically get out of the room. Then, the lights blew out, and the man was tossed about the room by an invisible force, like a rag doll. Then his body was stopped midair, he began to show cuts and wounds all over his body, he began to scream. I looked to the other side of the room, there standing in shadow, was a small girl, about the age of 11. Long dark hair to her waist, was staring at the man, with a devilish grin. Blood was oozing from her ears, eyes, and mouth yet she seemed to not be in any pain. She noticed I was watching the scene and looked me straight in the eye through the window, her own eyes shown only black pits. It was then I realized she was the one haunting the house, and causing the man pain. She then increased the man’s pain and torture, making his screams even louder. I was not lucid at any point in this dream, yet for some reason, I knew I could control the situation, or use some sort of power to help him. I stepped back from the window, put out my hands and forced my energy through the window and at the little girl/demon. It seemed to work for a time. I pushed her back; enough to make her hold on the man break, and his body fall to the floor. I continued my assault on the girl, trying every trick or power I could come up with. I knew that I just had to distract her long enough for the man to get to the door. I forced all my will and energy and made the girl’s head explode. I thought it was over. Then, as if someone pushed rewind, her head reconstructed itself; with a smile she continued her torture on the man. I kept trying; cutting off her head, slitting her throat, anything, but nothing took a lasting effect. I shouted to the man, “the moment I attack, run for the door!” I pulled out everything I could in that moment, but the man did not move. After my attempt he shouted back, “I can’t even move.” So angry and frustrated with my failed attempt, I screamed at the girl through the window, pounding my fists on the glass. I realized then that she had no concern for the man, and that her only goal was me. I then said, “She wants me, she’s trying to lure me in the house, knowing I can’t let that man die, knowing I would save him.” Her black eyes starring at me, never looking away. I turned away from the window, trying to think of a way to save the man. My dad, in awe of what he saw looked at me, “where did you learn that? Where did you gain that kind of power?” I couldn't answer and only looked away. I woke up…
Dream 1:ish I'm walking in someone's backyard in a garden along a stone path. It's a party run by Bill Cosby. As I walk down the path made of individual stepping stones I feel that they are very hot and have to walk briskly so I don't burn the soles of my feet. In an old villa, there is an exhibit on show that describes the haunted history of the place. I see old grey pictures on displays, a door is presented as a part of a haunted house, it's white and sepia from dirt. Getting too close to it is not a good idea. Dream 2 I'm in a house on the second floor. Train tracks run through the house, the far wall is almost gone and I can see the cool blue summer sky at night. I run to put something onto the tracks and as I do I see a train rumbling down. I try to place the object (a ceramic key, perhaps?) so it stays on the rail and then run for it. The train swooshes by crushing the object. I do this again with another object as well. It's rewarding and therapeutic. I'm with an older guy, like a dad. He looks like Jefferson D'Arcy from Married with Children. This is his kids room. I see Marcy D'Arcy as well. As they leave the son, a kid who's like 14, hands me a bong and wants to play video games. I reluctantly carry the bong around as he gathers some games to play. I leave the bong on the floor as I gather some stuff on the ground. I follow the kid down to his room that's now to the right. His parent's come back and as they enter the room from the hallway the kid asks me about the bong. I realize that I left it on the floor in the other room. I try to walk out past the parents and to the bong. I pick it up and try to hide it by carrying it behind me at an angle. The parents come and ask me why I'm standing so oddly. Defeated I show them the bong. They are shocked and I immediately take the blame, saying that it's mine. I don't want the young kid to get in trouble and it's my fault they saw it as I left it so carelessly. I tell them I'm about to throw it out as I don't do that stuff anymore. I plan to go outside and hide it so the kid can pick it up later. The dad follows me and offers to show me a place I can throw it out. I insist that I don't need any help and I find it really annoying that he is following me so very closely to ensure that the bong gets thrown out. I walk somewhere toward the kid's room and now it's dark and shadowing and jazz musicians are playing in the back-lit shadows. Dream 3 Phasing straight from the previous dream, I'm outside in a concrete city suburb. Large daunting concrete apartments rise from around, a few trees in concrete planters. I walk up to a skate park, I see concrete skate ramps covered in tags. Can I put mine there somewhere? There's no good places, I lack the courage anyhow. Dream 4 I'm walking down a gravel path down the forest by my house. It's a very sunny autumn day. I find a place by the rocks to crouch and drink a beer. (???) I'm supposed to meet a woman soon, I'm somehow Skyping with her. She is a hardcore, tough as nails kind of person that reminds me of a friend of mine. I walk down the path and see ice slicks in the yards. I walk down one, it's the yard of an old woman, she has a little frozen gnome statue. I slip and fall on the ice.
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