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I am in high school, in my class room.
The class room is currently on break, but the teacher is there for some reason.
I hate her, she's always teasing me because I'm a bit of a geek.
She often makes fun of me in front of the class.
(This teacher really existed, she was a bitch and the hardest challenge I had to overcome in high school)

Someone is trying to bully me, he asks me to give him all my money.
I tell him to go fuck himself.
I know I don't stand a chance in a fight, but I know that letting yourself get bullied in high school
has much worse consequences than getting beaten up once.

We're fighting, the teacher doesn't give a shit.
She looks at us, makes sure that I am loosing and smiles at the situation and keeps working on something.
What a bitch, I hate her so much.
The bully is pushing me against the wall and punches me into the stomach a few times.

I notice it doesn't hurt the way it should.
Then I see that he is wearing a holster with a gun? Why would he do that?
I realize that I am dreaming, but I don't have the time to think about what is happening properly.

Realizing that this is a dream I immediately understand that the bully can't hurt me.
I punch him in the throat with my elbow and he lets go of me.
I am overcome with rage at this point, but not at the bully.
He's just a stupid high schooler, he can't help being an idiot.
It's the fucking teacher, the way she turns going to school into hell for me,
the way she enjoys seeing me getting beaten up, the fact that she wants to intervene now that I
am not the one getting beaten up anymore.

That's right, she stands up and wants to punish me for punching the bully in the throat.
She starts talking in her extremely arrogant voice, but I am too furious to listen to her.
I grab the gun from the bully and remove the safety.
The teacher finally shuts up and looks scared.

I point the gun at her face. I am so furious, so full of rage, I know that I am going to kill her.
I can feel the adrenaline in my body. I'm about to shoot her.

"I'm sorry..."
"Liar!"

I pull the trigger and feel the recoil of the gun. I can't see for a split second.
My teacher is falling backwards to the ground. The wall behind her is splattered with blood.
Her dead body drops to the ground and blood starts spilling over the ground.

Fuck, I didn't expect it to be this realistic.
Ah well, it's not like I really killed her, I just wanted to see what it would feel like to let myself be controlled by all this anger.
It felt quite satisfying.

I am a bit surprised.
This dream must mean that she's still on my mind, even after 10 years. Wow, I really hated that bitch.
I wonder what the reaction of the other DC's is and look around.

The bully looks at me quite surprised.

"Bitch had it coming..."

He smiles in agreement.
I hand the gun back to him, he can't hurt me when I'm lucid anyways.
The rest of the class seems to celebrate the death of the teacher.
I find this absolutely hilarious. I know that everyone hated her, but damn, they're actually celebrating!

Something happened after this which I cannot recall properly...


Note: Yes, I really hated that teacher. No, I would never kill or hurt anyone.

3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire.

At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man

Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it

835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing

I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this

I was getting married. I believe it was an arranged marriage. The man to whom I was marrying was tall and and had short strawberry blonde hair. The entire time he was wearing a black tuxedo. I was wearing a white wedding gown. I can't quite remember the style, but it might've been a thick-strapped dress with see-through sleeves. We were going to be married in a huge, fancy mansion. Many people were there with us, including my mother, his mother, and another woman from his side of the family (maybe his aunt or grandmother?). The women were trying to find out how to style my hair. They tried pulling it into an updo, but finally decided to pin back the sides. Something then occured (can't quite remember what). His family said the wedding was off. My fiance and I refused, saying we had grown to fall in love with each other. His mother and the other relative went to their room. The other relative grabbed a gun from her suitcase. The mother said to her, "Please don't do this again."

Pug Genocide and the Obstacle Course

I’m on my street walking two dogs, a Pomeranian and a pug. I make sure to keep them walking on the right side of the road, and my dream-mind thinks of how much I like the direction of East. I have trouble keeping them out of the roads but I manage to take them to my destination: a big building with all the kids from school waiting in line outside. There’s something going on, but I don’t really know what. I notice that if I get in line, I’ll be waiting for hours. It’s extremely hot out, the peak of summer.

I see my Uncle Pat come at me from a distance. He has a shot gun. Suddenly I am being pulled to the ground. I can’t see anything and my dogs are taken. Hands are over me. I am put in a car. I open my eyes. I’m in the backseat. My mom’s in front with my Nana and the dogs are here in the back. The windows are rolled up and we’re all sweating really hard because of the heat.

“You can’t take Pugs out in the open,” my Nana says. She explains that they are being killed off, and my Uncle is one of the men who shoots them. I don’t know why it’s happening. I roll a window down and shove my face out. It’s a little refreshing. I draw things in the thick condensation that’s formed on the windows.

They drop me off at my dream-house, where I’m staying. It’s night time. I take the dogs into a shed and ruffle through a few boxes. I find a purple wig and put it on. In the mirror, I look the same, and my wig looks really funny. I can’t fit all my hair under it.

I go into the house. I’m staying with an autistic boy and his autistic friend. They annoy me, not because they’re autistic, but they won’t leave me alone for a moment. I try to run into my room and quickly close the door, but they get in. I do it again, forcefully and lock the door. The dogs play around in my room.

The scene jumps to me going back to the building with the school kids. It’s daytime again, but the same day, just a few hours later. No one is outside and I see the tail end of the line going in. Shit. To go in, you walk up some stairs on the side of the building, so I do that. The next part is the beginning of a big obstacle course. I didn’t know that was what this was.

Derek, my friend, is in front of me. After the stairs, you climb through a window-esque opening. I do so, but after casually going through, I am almost falling off a circular ledge that leads from the outside to the inside. Below me, all the kids are doing their obstacles or just watching me fall. This is the first part, and I’m already failing. Well I didn’t know about it, so I don’t feel that bad, I don’t really care about this. The ledge is absolutely terrifying, however.

I fall more, and I’m dangling half inside half outside the building, my hands on the ledge.

“Fuck all you hoes,” I say (lols) and manage to lift myself up. I slink around the ledge and come to a bigger part of it. Kayla, a schoolmate, is in back of me. There are two doorways. They are both extremely small. I enter one, and it gets blistering hot as I walk through. I take off my hoodie, and my mind says this is why my dream has been so hot. It’s still hot in the hallway. It zigzags vertically and becomes too small to fit through. I look back and see Kayla has taken the other hallway, the correct choice. Shit, failed again.

Scene change to the end of the course. I’ve probably come in last, but I’m hanging out with the first place and second place kids until they make a final announcement. It’s kind of like a break time. First place is “Heather”, although it doesn’t look like her and she keeps taking her glasses off (which she doesn’t have in waking life) and saying how she can’t see.


Circle Class

I am in a big fancy house and I am going to interview someone. They bring me to the “tea room”, which is a huge circular white room. I sit down.

Scene change to me sitting in the room, but in a desk. There are about thirty desks all arranged in a circular way. I see Jack sitting on the other side of the circle. I’m talking to Megan, a childhood friend, and Derek, a friend from school. We talk for a long time, most of the dream, but I don’t remember dialogue much. My mouth is really dry.

I look down the line and see Heather talking to a friend, Aimee. I get a jealousy pang but remember that I’m having a quite good time myself here talking with Megan. We are sitting in rolly chairs and I spin around the room, having some fun.

For some reason, a lot of people start to leave. I think they’ll come back so I wait. Eventually it’s just me and a few kids near Jack who are really dedicated students and wouldn’t leave a class. I know everyone is having a good time without me, and I get very upset. I see Derek left me a drawing. It’s really good, and on the back it has a black scratch area. It reveals rainbow colors if you scratch it away. I doodle on it and think about what Heather is doing without me. I do some funny things to entertain the students, who laugh, but I can’t close my mouth. It’s too dry!

I wake up, and have the worst dry mouth. I drink water and go back to bed.



Fragment

I am in Goodwill with my mom and someone else. This girl Emily who is really disgusting is here. She points to a sailing instrument, a tiny globe that has a handle under it that controls a grid laying over the earth. It tells you longitude and latitude numbers. I really want it, but it’s thirty dollars. I carry it around and slip it into my pocket.

I check out the records and they have video game soundtracks. I really want the Donkey Kong 64 Part 2 (doesn’t exist!) soundtrack, or the Banjoe Tooie. No money, oh well. I think about telling my friend Lotie about them, because she just got a record player.

I look at a television playing something on a shelf. A thought comes to mind that my mom had cancer in my dream or something. The dream details on this, but I don’t recall any of it.


Fragment

It’s a year later than now, and I “wake up” in a daze into the new present time, knowing nothing of the past year. I ask Heather all the things we did in the passing year, and have my mom tell me some things we did too. I go to a park with my mom and dad and my dad uncovers my old bike from under a hiding spot. He said I put it there last year.


Fragment
I'm in my first room ever. On the ground there are two vests, identical. Weird, I think. Why would that happen? I could be dreaming. I become lucid, look at the vests, and see they are remarkably different. I wake up.

Dream #1: I was with two hardened criminals. We were in a wide entry hall past the first set of double doors. One of them I took to be some sort of mastermind. He was showing us a device that beamed intense light into multiple security cameras at once. It also had a motion tracking gun to fire on anyone who interfered.

I got the impression we had rehearsed this particular heist a few times. When we were finally set up for the real thing, straight away a guard entered the hall through a side door and the auto-tracking gun shot him in the head, killing him instantly. An alarm sounded. I said "Does your machine have a way to deal with this alarm?"

He said "No. Run." I could hear sirens in the distance as we fled the scene into the city streets. Plenty of people were noticing us as it was just before dark. The city was unfamiliar. The "mastermind" told us to dump our top layer of clothes as we entered an alley way. We each did. I noticed we were wearing a lot of stripes and scarfs.

We made our way up a fire escape and I could hear and see police lights bouncing on building walls nearby. I felt intensely stressed out. I started questioning in my mind how I allowed myself to become involved in such a terrible scheme. I thought, "Maybe this is dream?"

My partners in crime were starting to get far ahead of me by roof top. I was thinking, "If this a dream, I should just jump off this building..." I hesitated. It was a good 10-story drop. I stood on top of a metal ventilation box to launch off from. Again I paused. Then decided, may as well! And I jumped...

Immediately I sailed into the air unaffected by gravity. I was extremely relieved at first, then excited to be lucid again. I glided around the city for a while looking for what I might do next. I spotted a power plant out of the downtown area and in a rural suburb with plenty of woods nearby.

As I went to land, I noticed there was a mass of power lines blocking me. I grabbed a hold of one with each hand and had the thought, "This might electrocute me." But nothing happened. So I decided to try something. I glided around the power plant collecting as many lines as I could hold. I had dozens when I landed. I proceeded to coil them up into a braided strand by tossing them out, like one unwinds a garden hose.

Once they were thick and intertwined, I looked around at the houses in the area. None had lights on. I held my right hand up the spit ends to send power to all the houses using my right hand. A huge burst of electricity emitted from my right hand. (Straight up dark side of the force.) I was thrilled at the raw power and visual quality of this effect. I looked around at the houses. Still they had no lights on. I did it again with more intensity. Again, a massive burst of fantastic electricity arched from my right hand into the power lines. I looked up again, and all the houses were light up now. --Then I woke up.


Dream #2: (I believe this dream started almost instantly when I fell back to sleep.) I was going to pick up my girlfriend from a party. I believe I was running, but at car like speeds. When I arrived at the party I was winded and the cops were there doing sobriety checks.

I told them, "Hey, I just arrived." The lady cop said, "Yeah but did you drive sober?" I remember feeling unsure. My GF emerged from within the house and told me she was ready to leave. We were on foot so the cops let us go on the spot. We walked to a coffee shop I have never seen before. There was a good number of people sitting around. I went in for a kiss, and she said "Hey, not in public!"

My lucidity from the last dream suddenly returned. I said "Oh these people are dead." -And with that, pointed my hands and fingers outward around me. No visual electricity emerged, but everyone was struck, there blood splattered against the walls, and they slumped over dead. -My girlfriend was horrified by this display.

I said "Don't worry." And repeated the same action again. The death was reversed and everyone came back to life astonished, laughing, and looking at me intently. I told them, "Leave us alone now, go tell everyone you died and were resurrected better people than you were before." They were delighted. Formed a single file line, and left the coffee shop. I leaned over and kissed my girlfriend. --Then I woke up.

Dream #1: I was Clint Eastwood in the old west, and I was an outlaw. I was being taken to prison by wagon. There were numerous men, at least six, well armed to ensure I wouldn't break free. Along a dusty trail my wagon hit a large rock and overturned. The deputy assigned to sit with me was knocked unconsciousness and I manged to get my arms free and take both of his guns.

I made a break for it while the other men were confused. I ran about a quarter of a mile to a large ranch property and soon I was being pursued and shot at. The details get a bit fuzzy at this point, but I began a fairly long series of gun fights with law enforcement. I remember clearly I was using two guns blazing style, and like the old westerns, I never had to reload. I could see my bullets too. They were like tracer rounds and I remember seeing them hit men - blood would erupt - and they would fall.

When I killed one, a white ghost would appear briefly along side of me.

This wasn't alarming, and the ghost would fade out shortly as I moved around to fight another man. When I finally killed the last man, I took to be the sheriff himself, his ghost appeared along side of me and this one spoke to me. The ghosts looked strange. They had a glowing white humanoid form, but their faces were long and formed something like a small elephant trunk. The eyes were large and black. (Nearest thing I can find on the web, although these were all white and not dressed, is the white Spy vs. Spy.)

The sheriff's ghost explained to me that he needed to follow me a ways to a special point that would allow him to cross to the other side. He was not angry with me he noted, and actually welcomed being "freed from his body." I agreed, and I made my way back up the hill to the road the wagon had overturned on.

The specter followed with me the whole way and spoke in a calm friendly tone. We traveled down the path a bit further and came to a hill with a bright beam of sunlight. He said, "Here is where I can crossover." With that remark, he walked into the light and vanished. -Then I woke up.


Dream #2: I was sitting in my living room on the floor. My (passed away) grandfather entered the room and sat down in the big chair. I proceeded to tell him about my Clint Eastwood dream above. I thought it was based on a movie he had done "100-years ago" and my Grandfather just smiled. I said "Well not 100-years ago, but an old western he did placed in that time." My grandfather looked extremely real and friendly. He listened to me explain the whole dream with great interest.

Note: So Dream #2 was a dream in which I explained another dream to a DC. I had been thinking about my Grandfather earlier in the evening and he was a huge fan of westerns which we often watched together when i was young.

2/26-27. 230. Something from that Ghost Adventurers show? Zack guy (host)

At my house. Night. Dave there. We have these 2 guys that had broken in or something. They’re dressed in war BDU’s. Looks WW2-like, but not sure. One was Asian the other white. Dave and I end up separated at some point. I’m fighting the Asian one. I don’t have a gun, so just drying to dodge the guy’s fire. He uses a single shot, then switches to a Thompson looking gun, but had no wood, and no straight mag, more modern looking, but the main part looked the same. The pile of dirt on the side yard is gone and it’s just all flat grass. The pool side doesn’t have as much stuff under the tarp. Then I find an M1 Garand. I look in the top and see that there’s a round chambered. I hide around the corner with the bushes concealing where I am. The bushes aren’t as dense and can see through them easily. Guy runs past and I shoot him in the chest. He goes down and I start to beat his forehead with the butt of the M1 which isn’t flat, but angled and a brass guard on it. It’s not doing much damage, just some scrapes. Then he starts to take something out, a grenade, but doesn’t look like one. Before he could pull the pin, I take the butt of the gun to his neck and pretty much chop his head off. He’s still alive until I make the final cut. Flick his head away from his body to be sure. Then go to the garage and find Dave there with his bad guy disemboweled and shredded up and some pieces are hanging from the rafters, which are only 3ft off the ground. Garage is cluttered. I go in and check out some of the pieces. The garage door opens and some older people are there, live at my house (so not my house). Some sort of quick conversation about them being baddies

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car with my sister. We were out in the driveway of her house, although it feels now like we were also in some kind of dirt parking lot for a fairgrounds. My sister was talking to me about and showing me some kind of pictures of a place that she and some of her children were planning to go to.

I had to go to some other car to get something for my sister's trip. I went to the other car with my brother-in-law. It was a few rows away in the dirt parking lot.

The trunk or hatchback of the car was open, and my brother-in-law and I were looking inside. I had my computer opened up in the back of the car. I asked my brother-in-law to look up something on YouTube. It had to do with some pop-culture figure or figures, but it also had something to do with homosexuality.

My brother-in-law looked the thing up. I was now walking away from the car. I was now worried that somehow my brother-in-law would think I was trying to make some comment on my own sexuality by showing him that YouTube clip. (In waking life, even though I wouldn't say I'm gay, my sexuality is absolutely not normal. But I try to act as normal as possible when I'm in front of my family.)

I was back to sitting in the car with my sister. My sister now said that she was too sick, after all, to go to the event. For some reason, the whole family was now going, instead of just my sister, brother-in-law, and some of their kids. I was also going. Now only my sister wasn't going.

I felt bad, like maybe we shouldn't go at all if my sister wasn't going.

Dream #2

There may have been some situation where I had to take care of some task for a group of professionals. But I had messed it up somehow.

Later on, I was running from zombies. The zombies were pale white, with rotting faces. Most of the zombies wore button-up shirts, ties, and slacks.

I was running from the zombies through big corridors like mall-sized corridors that looked like hallways in a hospital. Everything was white, lit with greenish-white fluorescent light. Occasionally I would find myself in larger rooms.

Zombies would pop up everywhere and surprise me. They would almost catch me, and then they'd chase me through the corridors. I may also have been shooting some of them with a gun I had.

Eventually I found some way to jump way high, up to some high-up window. The window was swung open from its top. I floated down through the space. I found myself in some greenish-white-lit place that looked like a mix between a bowling alley and a hospital.

From all different places, a bunch of normal humans came into the bowling alley. Many of them were carrying guns. Some of them were wearing what I thought of as hunters' outfits -- beige vests and caps, flannel shirts, and khaki-like slacks. Many of the people were wary, on guard, waiting for more zombies to just spring up.

I was about to go to all the people. I thought I had found a group of people that I could be safe with. But as I approached them, they became suspicious of me, almost violent toward me. It was obvious that I wasn't a zombie, just like it was obvious that they weren't zombies. But they didn't care. They just didn't like me, and they didn't want me around.

So I walked away from them before even approaching them. I may have started walking down one of the bowling lanes, thinking I'd find a sneaky way to get through the building at the end of the lanes.

Suddenly I was fighting something, possibly zombies. There were gunshots everywhere. Explosions were blowing up the wood of the bowling lanes. I was turning back and shooting at whatever I was fighting.

For a long time I've had Resident Evil themed dreams. Since Dead Space 2 came out, I've started having Dead Space dreams. I think its interesting because I loved Alien & Aliens, but rarely ever had dreams about them.

I was in a social dream with people I don't recall. I walked down a hall way to find a bedroom that was massively gritty and futuristic. Lo and behold, I had the Detonator which launches proximity mines. It was the last weapon I purchased before going to bed and I hadn't used it yet verses any Necromorphs. The mines have three aqua colored lasers and the weapon was as realistic in the dream as it is in the game.

I was now alone in a space station of tremendous detail and nearly identical to the game. I eventually came to a wall that was covered in bloody tentacles and gore. I launched a proximity mine directly in front of it, and it exploded when the wall began to undulate.

What's interesting is that I hadn't yet seen a wall like this while playing Dead Space 2. Shortly after resuming my game the next day I did.

Plans: I have been feeling pretty shitty today, it has been going on all day. There have been a couple times when I perked up a bit, but not much, so I don't know what effect this could have on my dreaming. Plans include meeting Dakotahnok to confirm a shared dream at the Halo 3 Warthog Run mission, completing tasks of the year, meeting MoSh for a Harry Potter dream, and to meet up with Tigress to kill stuff… probably monsters from DDO.

I am in a strange room, it looks like a doctor's office, though I'm not sure what I am there for. Or rather I don't want to think about what I am there for, because I am there for my gynecological exam, which is something I really dread, since it usually hurts. I am here because my guardian, Hetfield, bullied me into it, and now I am silently cursing at him for my being there even though he continues to say I have done the right thing. So I sit there for a while longer, now I am annoyed at the doctor for taking her time in getting to me, the last thing I want to do is sit there waiting for something I dread. Finally the doctor comes into the room and greets me with a smile on her face, I don't feel like returning the smile. She pulls out a syringe and says she will have to give me a little shot… a shot? I thought she was here to look at my nether regions, not give me a shot… I ask her what it is, she says it's nothing harmful, she just wants to give me the shot, then I can tell her what I feel. I don't like this, and I don't understand it, either. She comes over to me and gives me the shot, and I immediately wish I had protested more… because now I am feeling dizzy. I tell her that, and I see she is taking notes on a tablet computer. Things look strange for a bit, then my vision clears, and I feel ok again. I tell her that, and she sits down in a chair and said she will wait.

I wonder what she is waiting for… then I notice the wall is moving??? There is a huge bubble forming in the wall, not just one of them, there are several of them. It looks like the wall is rapidly developing a bad case of acne, though the "pimples" aren't red, they are rainbow colored, concentric rings of color starting at the center of each "zit" and then fading into the white of the wall at the base of the zit. They keep growing until they have a yellow head on each one that looks tightly strained and ready to pop… and then they all pop at once. I cringe back, expecting a wave of grossness in the form of pus, but that doesn't come. Instead, each "zit" spews forth waves of colorful confetti, colorful and sparkling. So now I am sitting in a doctor's office in the middle of a colorful and sparkling confetti storm… what kind of a hospital is this? I am about to do a RC when the doctor distracts me and asks what I see, so I tell her. She says that is good, the shot was a hallucinogen, so the effects would wear off shortly. She said if things get creepy, just remember, it is a hallucination. Now that I have an explanation for this, I forget about doing a RC. (D'Oh!) Also due to this, I just watch with mild interest as all of the pieces of confetti turn into bugs that crawl all over me, though the itching is rather annoying. I see my reflection in a mirror, and now my entire body is covered with colorful and sparkling confetti… rather interesting, actually.

Soon the confetti illusions fade out and I am in the normal doctor's office again, though I feel slightly dizzy again now that the hallucination is over. The doctor comes back into the room, with two large men. She says they're nurses, but they look more like hired goons. She takes out another syringe, but I have had it with the shots. I tell her no more shots for me, I'm leaving here. She said she thought I might say something like that… and the goons block the door. She comes over to give me the shot, but I knock her hand away, knocking the syringe out of her hand and onto the table. A drop leaks out and eats its way into the counter, leaving a small smoking hole. I ask her what the fuck that was, some kind of acid? She says she needs to see what it would do to the inside of my body. I point at the smoking hole on the counter and ask what she thinks it will do… it burns through the counter, so she can draw some pretty good conclusions about what it would do inside my body! I get up now, determined to leave this crazy place. She reaches for the syringe, I push it onto the floor. She leans over to get it, and I kick her in the face hard, knocking her across the room, I think she was unconscious.

Time to get out of here… I pick up the syringe and hold it threateningly, telling the goons to stand aside unless one of them wants to get stuck with it. One of them dares me to try it. So I move towards the two goons, I twist aside when the one on the right grabs at me, and I come up behind him and stick the needle of the syringe in his neck. There is a small amount of burning there, but not much, and the thug tenses as if expecting me to inject the contents into him. Instead I just keep my thumb on the plunger, and tell them no one has to die here, just get out of my way so I can leave. The one I am threatening sounds terrified, he tells the other one in a quivering voice to do what I say… he calls me an 'it' when he speaks. The second goon seems hesitant to comply, then the one I am threatening gives out the most pathetic "Please…" I have ever heard, only made more pathetic considering it is coming from a big guy who is about to cry. The second thug finally moves aside, I move with the thug I am threatening to the door, then I pull the needle out and shove the door closed. I really wish I could lock it… but no such luck.

I head down the hall quickly, and of course I haven't gotten far before the thugs come to the door and shout that the creature is loose. Creature? Why is he calling me a creature? Never mind that, I have to get out of the hospital. I run down a hall and I hear footsteps behind me. I look back to see more of the hired goon style nurses following after me, so I turn into an examination room and shut the door. This time I am able to block it, I wedge a chair under the knob, which will at least slow them down a bit. So now to find another way out of there, I go to the window and look out, but I am on at least the third or fourth floor, so that isn't promising. I search, but I find no other exit, so I end up back at the window again. Someone is pounding hard on the door. The chair gives way and a large goon enters, though it looks like he is alone. I figure they didn't see which room I went in. I try to get the window open to climb out, but the goon grabs me by the neck. He says he has a test… let's see how long the thing can go without oxygen, and if it doesn't need to breathe, let's see how it responds to a broken neck. He squeezes my neck hard, I stick the syringe needle in his arm. He ignores that and squeezes harder. No choice, I inject the contents of the syringe into his arm. He gets a strange look on his face, releases me immediately, and grabs his arm… which is rapidly being eaten away by the acid. He is screaming in pain now, I don't feel like watching that, so I run out the open door and away from the hall while the goons are searching other rooms. They will surly come soon to the man's screams.

I use the stairs and reach the bottom floor before I meet any more opposition. I am heading down the hallway towards the emergency exit, almost there, when a uniformed guard steps in front of me and aims his gun at me, ordering me to stop. He knows that guns will still hurt me, so don't try anything. I am not lucid, so I believe guns will hurt me. He asks if I'm going to come peacefully or does he have to shoot me in the kneecaps to ensure cooperation. I back away from him, now feigning a fear that for some reason I don't actually feel, I crouch down in the corner, pretending to be crying, I tell him he can't let those doctors take me back, they're trying to kill me. He comes over to me, he looks pretty proud of himself, he says their goal isn't to kill me, it's to run their tests on me. He says if it kills me, that's no big loss… no one will mourn the loss of one of my kind. Since I am cowering, he is being careless. He reaches for the neck of my shirt and tries to lift me by it, saying it's time to go back to the doctor. I grab him by his family jewels and give a hard and fast twist and pull to them. He gets a shocked look on his face, then doubles over in pain. I grab the gun and point it at his head, but then I see he is no more of a threat right now than a small kitten… actually the kitten with its claws would be more of a threat.

I grab the keys from the guard just in case I need them, then I run out the emergency exit onto the hospital grounds, out into the night. There are no locked doors or gates, but there is a fence topped with razor wire. I don't even think of electric fencing… when I grab it, the fence sparks… but I am not hurt. Must be a weak voltage? I climb the fence, slip through the razor wire while getting only minimal cuts, then I drop on the other side. The guard I kicked, or one just like him, is right behind me and jumps for the fence. He is instantly caught by the electrical flow, the smell of cooking flesh wafts over to me, then he drops dead. So much for not much voltage… No time to consider that for long, I head away from the facility into the forest beyond, intent on putting as much distance between me and the hospital as possible.

Starting Fires, Fighting Madoff

This dream starts with a false awakening. I woke up and I was on a dark colored, probably black, boxy couch. I looked around and I was in a very modern looking room. The color scheme was black and dark browns. There were panels that it looked like people dressed behind but the panels were hiding other couches. I saw on of my friends, Nikki, being followed around by two other girls. They were all laughing and looking at something attached to her foot. There was a chain attached to her black skinny jean and that chain was dragging behind it a metal match box looking thing. Every step she took it made sparks fly from the floor that it scratched. I asked her about it but I got little answer. Apparently this thing was new for everyone. Other people came out from behind the panels tried it on and danced and skipped with it. One guy ran and then did a sliding tackle, causing sparks to fly up like a dragon tail behind him. Nikki put it back on and started going around with it. She walked too close to one of the many couches and it lit aflame. Fortunately there were several fire extinguishers all around the place. Soon this became sport: setting things aflame then blowing it out. Some how this transitioned to several people, including myself, sitting in stations to blow out the flames where ever people started them up. At some point, it became apparent that we were in a war with a famous talk show host that had committed many crimes, including money laundering. My mind had instantly named him, Bernie Madoff. My ex, Olivia, put it on, caught something on fire and then we couldn't get it out. Me and my cousin, george, escaped and he gave me a small automatic rifle with a voice command grenade launcher. We headed down the hill and some zombie slaves of Madoff came towards us. I was able to shoot them in the head. We came next to a tree and I climbed it. George taught me how to use the grenade launcher. There was a switch on the nuzzle that would either turn the safety on or the grenade launcher, depending on which way you pushed, and once fired, you had to yell explode for it to go off. As a test I shot one right to the bottom of the tree I was at, where my cousin and Olivia were at and I yelled "Explode". I thought about what I was doing but it hit me right after I yelled so I jumped down right into the explosion. Lucky, there was no friendly fire in this dream so everyone was still alive. I then peppered the field of on coming zombies and then yelled explode. It was good.

The second night I have seen results from posting here. Things are happening more in my dreams because of my new interest and postings.

Dream 1: Dream Meets Lucidity
As usual I am walking around but then I see some people that like they are playing some kind of shoot'm up game. There are some big chubby guys dressed in those brown sheriff uniforms ducking behind those huge metal shipping containers. There were also girls doing the same thing on the other side of the lot this was all in but the girls were in black bikinis. This looked like fun so I ran up into a warehouse and up to the second level to have a good view. When I thought about doing some shooting a gun was provided as pictured here
I am usually lucid to some degree and that was true now as well. The gun I held was all too real. I held it up and looked at it and felt how heavy it felt, heavier than I thought, this was a serious weapon. I cocked it open and took a look at the bullet from the chamber, and knew just how much damage this slug could do. When I thought about shooting those girls with this gun it made me sick. I no longer wanted to be in this dream.

Dream 2: Daddy Long Legs!
I was over a friends house (they haven't lived there in ages) and was happy to see all the same faces from so long ago again. They all looked so young again! Before I could enjoy my reminiscing 2 women knocked at the front door which I was standing next to so I opened the door and said hello. I have never seen these people before and this little side matter was sapping my lucidity but I wanted to see what they wanted. "Would you like to see some of our samples?" the younger woman said. "Sure" I said half heartedly. They held up a brown paper bag with some little boxes in it. I reached in and a daddy long legs spider got on my hand. They are harmless but still they feel creepy, so I said "Daddy long legs...." to tell them I got one on me and to help knock it off but they just went on explaining what they had. The spider crawled up my arm and as I was saying "Daddy long legs!" again and again as it ran up my back and down my shorts!
I woke up and could still feel that creepy feel their feet give you on my butt! I laughed at the silliness of the whole thing and wrote down dream 1 and 2.

Dream 3: Time Travel Over Florida
I was seeing a view of Florida from about 100 miles up, I could clearly see the coastline of it and a few other states. Still this was Florida 125,000 years ago as said the small sign/scroll on the state it said 125k. As in this picture the state is huge and more much fatter. I moved in hoping to go down and explore but as I did the time on the scroll started to fall and the states shorelines moved in quickly. I a few seconds Florida looked like it does now and the counter reached 0 and disappeared, then I understood that I was moving in the direction of the future. As I moved closer the states borders shrank till it got so small it was mostly a thin needle of a state that then shrank back into the continent leaving behind the longest line of beautiful coral reefs. These reefs stretched from the continent to down around the everglades and I got a sense they are one of the jewels of the Earth (125,000 years from now) and that there was so much different and wonderful aquatic life down there. In some way I wondered if I should be feeling sad for all that human stuff that was down there being lost but I did not at all, not one bit. I was now over the reefs and I marveled at how beautiful they looked.
I immediately woke up to write this down but was so tired that I took the chancy path of recording it to memory instead. I'm lucky to remember this at all I guess.

chased by baseball bats, gun fight at the pizza parlor, back at home they're hurt but will live

the price just tripled for you, drive to the hospital for surgery, you lost little girl

drive by the baseball field. nice home run, kid.

Failed A-TotM (dild)

I'm back in high school. Teacher is handing out melted chocolate bars. Bell rings, into the hall. Some chick pulls me into the bathroom and demands I fuck her. This shit never happens to me. I must be dreaming. I want to try the A-TotM (advanced task of the month). I exit the bathroom and enter my house? I phase through the window and hop onto a motorcycle.

The bike goes real slow but that's fine. I am cruisin' and thinking of a building that says "DV" or something. A little green house catches my eye. I jump off and head 'round back because the front is boarded up.

I pass a uh lower class family eating outside. "What are you lookin' at?" The father said. His wife stands up and curls her fists. I quickly grab a knife, take aim, and throw it at the father's head. Success. The wife throws two knives at me and cuts me. I pick the entire family up with TK and quickly slam them into the ground. Creating visual gusts of air in the process. End.

Water Water Everywhere (v-mild?) Gun In The Workplace (deild) The Most Beautiful Women In The World Is Average Looking (deild)

Long dream about work. I am have to keep stopping because my boot is broken and my belt is too loose. Wardrobe malfunction. I wake up, take notes, and fall alseep visualizing my broken boots and repeating my mantra. Back in the dream I recogtnize the boots. I am dreaming. I head outside and pass a fat guy on the way out. I train carrying dinosaur fossils rumbles along the rails. I try to fly up to a platform above the train but can't. I try again using a 3 step method and it works. I pass the platform and keep going, its a nice day and a nice view of the town settled at the base of roaming hills. I fly higher, above the building, turn around and see nothing but water and giant waves. I turn to the town and see water crashing over the hills. The space beneath is flooded and the water rises above me. I lose vison but remain still. I feel minor virbations.

I am quickly back inside my work building. Floating. Zero gravity. Objects float around me. I land and go and grab a gun from a toolbox. I pop off a few rounds at a fire extinguisher but nothing happens to it. A co-worker then comments on my boots. Whatever. I go to explore but lost vision. I think I woke up again. I don't move. Minor vibrations. Same thing. I am back in my place of employment.

The last sequence I choose to withold.

This kid was my age and trying to kill me the whole dream with a revolver.

I remember him following me through a neighborhood and into many residents' houses and only me and him were in the dream.
He followed me through a swamp and we fought fist fights many times in the dream and I tried countless times to convince him to not kill me because it was rediculous how everytime I got his gun away from him, he had another.

End of the dream that i remembered was him and I became friends and both talked about our knife collections.
Turns out he acts just like me.