A place based on the Heian era, a woman's emerging from behind a curtain that partitions off an inner room and moving between two wooden tables where a couple other women, her friends, are eating and talking. She's dusting the tables as she talks with them. I'm standing off to one side and watching her, feeling fond but bemused. I've just noticed the wrinkles she's developed, and I wonder how long it's been since we first met. When she gets to the end of the table, I stop her and ask why she's dusting - she knows this place is an illusion I'm creating for her, she doesn't need to clean it. She says she's probably being silly, laughing, and she hands me the thing she was using to dust. I'm feeling vaguely sad about this. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I'm walking across the moors, heading towards a building I think of as haunted - then I mentally correct myself, it's not haunted, it's a dream of a haunted place. This distinction matters to me; something deliberately created to present a certain experience.
In this dream I live in a big two-story house with a decent amount of land; I believe it is quite a few acres. The land is full of big oak trees, pine trees, and grassy areas. There is this other two-story house probably 300 to 500 feet away from our main house. We own it as well, but it is abandoned. The front door is missing, and the minimal number of windows makes it look dark and creepy. The building has not been decorated. The walls are plain, or at least they were plain concrete-colored walls until some kids spray painted nearly every part of it. The paint wasn't art, as it mainly consisted of tags and other creepy phrases. Glass is shattered throughout the building, and many concrete blocks have been destroyed. My friend, "Prez", is notorious for going there. He spends his time there with friends but he doesn't paint the place. I was looking at the building from my house, and my parents approached me. "I don't want you to hang out with him" They said. "He goes to the building." It feels like it's just another spot teenagers go to do teenager things and like we don't own it. Even though it's so close to my house, I've never been there. Even though it's so close to my house, so many kids hang out there, and so many illegal activities have been committed. I disregard my parents statements and hang out with Prez anyway. We are in the building and I take note of all the details of the place. The big ball-room like structure and all the glass shattered all over the place. I noticed columns holding the building have collapsed as well. We are in the eastern part of the building. It feels like this place is haunted. After a while my parents arrive. They aren't happy I'm here. Meanwhile, as this is happening, I didn't notice it at the time, but the dreamscape changed. It was like I was in one of those 3D Modeling computer programs. That's the best I can explain it. The building was still there but it seemed like I was on a grid that was already designed but the background was all black. Anyway, my parents are here now and they are tired of kids coming here. They started coming up with ideas on how to stop this. The idea that they seemed to like the most was to make the place look less creepy. We painted the walls white, and painted cartoon suns on the walls too. Teenagers can't get the thrill of being in a so called "haunted" building when it's a lot brighter and there are cartoon pictures painted on the walls. Even though it was ours, they still wanted to avoid being seen by cops. We did this stealthily.
September 08, 2014 Haunted Amusement Park on the High Way I am driving at night in the snow... I am coming home from some event that I had been at with one of the groups I am in... I can't remember if it was with my Cohort or if it was with the Backpacking Club... I'm in the car with at least one other girl, and suddenly we start flying over a super haunted Amusement Park on the way. It was in the median between the two directions on the highway... We flew around the Farris-wheel a few times and then through this creepy-ass clown's face, driving up its tongue and into its mouth, and then out through a hole in the back of its head... I was getting so creeped out, but the car was moving on its own and a male voice kept telling me it was alright and I shouldn't be scared... Eventually I regain control and get the fuck back on the road, driving as fast as I can away from that place. When we get to the destination, we surprised everyone and I get drinks with them. There was something about a talking tree.... Seduction Two ladies (possibly sisters, or maybe just friends staying over?) are defending a house from robbers by seducing them. Allan Rickman is one of them. The robbers get caught and go bye-bye to jail, and the ladies go on with the life. Apparently both of them have men-folk who hadn't been at home when the robbers came, and they both get pregnant around the same time. The younger one then goes away for a while and comes back with a baby. But the older lady is all nosy about how it happened, and finds out that the baby is actually Alan Rickman's. The older one gasped and yelled at the younger one that the seducing was never supposed to go that far. The younger one says she couldn't help it "and besides it was great, and she had been seeing him on conjugal visits ever since." Bahahaha!
Updated 09-15-2014 at 11:02 PM by 69491
August 2, 2014 Rating: 3/5 More fragments. I remember being at my college during construction and almost getting into a fight with some kid near a main building. I decided to tell him it easnt worth it and eventually we made it past it and became friends. He brought me over to his music shop and we walked down the main hall to the end of the building. This part of the building had cheap white tiles and white walls with old sound equipment everywhere. We were at the back of the store when he opened up a metal plate on the wall that opened a secret door. We were now in a bigger space behind the shop. There was small rooftops of buildings we stood on so there must have been some underground houses. I searched with my flashlight and eventually went up into a finished room with dark wood walls and brown carpet. I looked across into another room where a mickey doll that was propped up suddenly fell over, by a ghost. Though i couldnt see it. I also renember wading through waist deep water in a flooded city and came upon a spot to put down my phone on a shelf where a bunch of empty beer bottles were. before i could do much i was woken.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I'm visiting a friend who worked for a year in NY. She is almost ending her time there and divided between going back home or finding a new job there. But although she wants to stay, she is not sure about building a life there and fears this will happen if she stays longer. I understand and share with her my similar experience in Brussels. I also mention how much I have been dreaming about coming to this city, but always thought about it in terms of short vacation. Now, I've decided to also find a job here and experience it for one year. She shows me the room where I'll spend the night. Soon after, the wardrobe doors start opening by themselves as well as other anomalies. She warns me the room is haunted, but no big deal. I try staying there alone for a while, but it gets too crazy, with apparitions, shadows, scary noises and stuff flying around. I run to her and tell her she is crazy if she thinks I'll sleep there at night - I couldn't even if I tried. She doesn't understand my fear, it was never that scary to anyone else. She insists there's no space to sleep on the floor of her room and I decide to face the ghosts. I enter the room, the only thing I see is what appears to be one of my cats with a broken neck. I feel horrified and I pick him up. It transforms into a cat demon with shark teeth that tries to bit me, but I keep calm, hold him very strongly in my hands, say to myself it's all illusory. It disappears, but the room goes crazy again, with stuff spinning around, sounds and lights flashing in all directions. But I face it with a new confidence, projecting my strong light energy and it calms down. In front of me appears a couple with a son. She is latina and speaks spanish and he is brazilian and speaks portuguese. Apparently they were just trying to communicate with me, since I would understand their languages. They tell me they were murdered and just want someone to help them, so they start telling me their story. My friend comes in and just sees me talking alone. Looks at me in disbelief and turns away, understanding that something weird is going on and she doesn't wnt to be involved in it.
Mom and I were kidnapped I believe and we were in this very large, fancy, glass building with pastel colors. There was another girl there, a blonde girl with straight hair. Probably around my age. We were trying to get away from these people who were about to kill us or worse. I remember it was really scary...I think there was others there to be killed or tortured but I'm not entirely sure. Mom and I somehow found a way to escape. We couldn't take the other girl with us, though. When we left I kept receiving these messages on a phone or computer from her somehow (it had her name...I think it started with V? Veronica...Viola? Violet?) saying things like "Where are you?!" "They're going to go after you!" "You left me here!" "They're going to kill me!" and other things like that and she was insulting me and sending pictures, although I can't remember what they were, but it was really freaking me out. I told my mom, but when she came the messages had dissapeared...and when she left they appeared again. I think she ended up being killed before anyone could save her...and she began haunting me? At some point in the dream she actually approached me or spoke to me (not through messaging) and talked about what happened when we had left. She showed me some kind of flashback or memory of her being held in that building...and she said something about being tortured until she went insane and I saw an image of her sitting on a bed, locked in some awful, dirty, dingy gray room with writing on the walls and her skin looked pale and faded...and she had scars all over her...it was terrible. What freaked me out the most was her face had cuts in it that made her look like she was smiling in a very creepy way. And then it looked like the smile was getting...bigger...wider...she looked so awful and terrifying. That's about all I can remember, but it was really creepy. I'm wondering if somehow this was connected to the dream I had night before last? That dream (although I just barely remember it) was about some blonde girl dying as well I think. They did look very similar, except the girl in the previous dream was a little girl and the one in this dream was a teenager and had longer hair. I think they both wore blue, too...so strange. Why do I always have such dark and creepy dreams...
Original journal entry dated April 28th, 2002: I woke up with blood under my fingernails, and all over my blankets for that matter. I don't remember any of my dreams but I guess I must have been having more nightmares. In any case, I tore my face up but good and was hoping that nobody would notice this morning, which they didn't, which is good. The first dream was about a city. I think it was in England. It was old, and I was in the past, maybe Puritan times, I dunno. It was somewhere cold, rocky, and misty. There was a plague in the village, and there was always a procession of corpses being carried to the graveyard. I suppose, then, that the plague was bad, but not so bad to the point where they couldn't bury all of the bodies. And yet, everybody was dead. Maybe not DEAD dead, but dead inside. Except that one man murdered his wife, and then the Priest came and they took away the body... one more dead person, despite the cause, didn't matter... and then, either I died or my wife died, but I can't remember which. But there was a crazy, crazy old lady in one of the more dilapidated houses, and she wielded an axe... nobody went there, and maybe she died of plague, or maybe she DIDN'T die because nobody went there. But my wife died (I was male in the dream). Or maybe I did. And they said a few prayers, and everything was washed over with gray... there was an old stone building, it was haunted... come to think of it, the whole town was haunted... and all muddy... it was miserable. And then the other dream. My brother and mother and I were living in bare shacks high up on stilts, in the mountains. It was snowy and windy and very cold. They had wooden planks for floors, and the wind whistled through the chinks. When I looked out, I could see the tops of pine trees.
Original journal entry dated Oct. 16, 2002: This one had me and B and S in it and then a bunch of people I don't know because I've never seen them before. We were all fixing up this old castle that was haunted and stuff, and there was this huge library in it, and it was creepy, and old, and dirty, and dusty, and dank... and then there was a store next door that was all for college stuff. And then after we were done, I moved to Antarctica and made a living fishing. I lived on an old barge! It sucked! And then I had this dream that I was transported to an alternate reality, or the past, or something, and I was actually a ten year old boy with a red bike, and there were all of these aboriginal people, and a canyon, and then they led me to this old professor guy's lab, which looked like one of those power things from Trigun only, you know, somebody lived inside of it. Yeah. So then we found all of these notes in a sort of Call of Cthulhu-esque way, and found out that he had actually gone crazy, and then there was a landslide, and my bike got wrecked.
Morning of September 24, 2013. Tuesday. We are living in a different house, seemingly some sort of apartment that is somewhat like the King Street boarding house except that the area that would otherwise be the downstairs foyer is extended out into a much larger living area, oriented east and west. At one point, a light-haired young man comes in from his own entrance downstairs at the east side of the building, yet it seems the staircase is part of a larger room of our own living area as I am able to look up and see him walking up the steps. He yells really loudly to someone as he is walking up the steps and I hear his friend upstairs yell back. They are still talking at a ridiculous volume even when right next to each other. I am very annoyed. It reminds me of people in real life who talk as loudly as possible even though the other person may be close or even right next to them - have never made much sense of why people are like that (even when I was a child), and it is not when the person is angry, either. It is just another way to impose, while having no self-control or respect for others, I guess. However, I take an odd approach to how I confront them. One of them comes downstairs again. I say (not aggressively), “Could you please stop shouting? There are other people who do not want to hear it.” I seem to be implying to him that I personally do not mind all the yelling. Strangely enough, he does not get angry. We have a somewhat lengthy and friendly conversation before he continues out of the building. I seem to be in my own place, near the middle of the living room, and he is in his own place by his front door at the bottom of the stairs, even though we seem to be in the same general living area (even the same room), yet living in our own separate homes at the same time - a scene/environment that would not make any sense in real life other than perhaps as with an apartment building with a shared court or similar area for such as hanging clothes or parking or such. Time passes and things are picked up by an “invisible force” and thrown against the wall, including some of our children’s toys, such as Lego blocks. The furniture is not disturbed that much and I also feel a slight breeze as the curtains are swept back and torn somewhat, like as with larger claws - but I still do not feel very alarmed. I speak out so that my wife and kids (who are in other rooms) are aware of the events. “It’s a poltergeist,” I say, rather unemotionally, informatively, and with authority, but as if it is not that big of a deal at all. I notice that the other man has returned and is in my family’s living area now. There is also a (fictional) hallway that runs north and south along the east wall of the foyer. I now realize that the other two younger males are ghosts, but usually not all that mischievous. He (the one that had used the stairs) makes a comment about how he has “been like this for awhile” as if he is uncertain of his place in life. I look at the east wall of the hallway near where there is also a door. The other (dark-haired) ghost seems to be having problems getting through the wall downstairs just to the left of another actual door. His hands come out, glowing green, creating a somewhat interesting unknown emotion (not fear). I make a note of it to my family as if we are watching a performance at a circus or music venue. I go over and help him by pulling on his hands to help him complete his act of going through the wall. The two ghosts are thankful for my help. I even throw a few things around (not in any violent way, just sort of tossing a few unbreakable objects about) supposedly to help them gain confidence in knowing what to do in their apparent new roles as “bolder guys” (poltergeists) so that they can do more of what they are supposed to be doing as ghosts. I then hear some sort of instrumental music, sort of like a harpsichord, but it seems to be coming from an iPhone that one of the ghosts has(?) Eventually, I am aware there are words to the song but I only hear the first few lines, something about waiting at a bus stop and the weather being nice and sunny (from a ghost’s perspective or as light coming in through the window of an old dusty room) as I wake. Even though I was annoyed by their shouting at first, ironically, I come to “understand” that the poltergeists are normally less loud and annoying than living people in the neighborhood. Oddly enough, before I actually took any notice, the last three dreams on here (before mine - this being in reference to the dream journal site only) include some of the same scenes or details (not all of which I even included in this shorter entry anyway - but this has happened quite often before and I do not always comment on it): Exorcism 2 Dragonflies Grandmother’s Haunted House
i just started taking b6,b12,melatonin, and DMAE to help with vividness and dream recall ,i usually have pretty weird dreams but this one was extra messed up and very detailed (although i left a lot of detail out because there was a lot going on) this is only one of my dreams from last nigt but its the one i could remember the most details about I was standing in the middle of the room talking to someone (I think shaggy from Scooby doo) about how to make the fog thicker. the room has cobwebs all over ,it has wood floors and walls and two huge and elaborate doors at one end (there closed)Then I look around and there are these tracks on the floor and notice another room with some surprise trap doors and animatronics, a small coffin shaped car comes out on the tracks and then a another boxed shaped car with 2 seats after that, my mom keeps saying “I aint riding that” ,I walk into the other room , first I see a furnace(like one of those wood furnaces at floor level) covered in cobwebs and moving slime next there’s a coo coo clock (covered in cobwebs) on the wall and a burnt up looking scull pops out, then one of the cars shoots up one of the walls and over the clock back onto the floor ,and mam says something like “you’re not getting me on that thing” then I see grama walking over to the box cart and pick up her slime monster/pet (its green with small black eyes and somewhat has the shape of a like a ditto from Pokémon) I go back to the big room and there’s a skeleton with 60’s style military cloths and a bazooka aimed at me ,I dodge it then grab his arms (hes on the ground now) and bend his elbows back till they snap then flip him over and do the same to his knee caps I look around and the two big doors fly open ,the entire mystery gang is standing there (they may be tied up) with a huge white ghost floating over them with its arms spread wide (it looks like it’s made of fog bit it’s also flowing like torn cloth, it also has a somewhat pointed head) then I wake up also it somewhat inspired this https://soundcloud.com/datura-x/spooky-ghosts
Updated 08-13-2013 at 11:12 PM by 60856
Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday. This dream uses a fairly recurring idea of human remains being inside a couch (sometimes inside the cushions). In my dream, I am sharing a place with the actor from the television series “Lost”, Josh Holloway, that I vaguely dreamt of only once before as his Sawyer character (in a representation of Tom Sawyer in that particular dream). In this dream he is also his Sawyer character, but instead, named Sylvester (even after waking, “Sylvester” seemed to be his “real” name or “identify”). The apartment seems to be one I had in real life at King Street when I was in my late teens, the one where I also had a noisy refrigerator in one of two larger closets and which was an “expensive” $25.00 a week. (I had, in total, three different apartments in that large historical house during those years; the smaller L-shaped one in back, the one in front with the rocket-like cupola on the east side, and a larger one near the middle of the building as in this dream.) He is sleeping on the couch in our apartment, but wakes up because the couch seems to be moving inside. A large nail is sort of moving out from its position along the top area of the frame of the seat area in front, near the middle, but closer to the west end. This is very mysterious as if from some sort of ghostly activity. The nail slowly moves out as if representing some sort of approaching eerie revelation. Sylvester seems a bit nervous. I mostly find it curious and not really frightening in any way. Eventually, there are bluish-green fingers visible, of a sort of ghostly nature that continue to work in moving the nail. The fingers are the only thing that is visible at the time, seeming to come out of the surface of the wood around the nail. (Some sort of odd play on “fingernail”?) A little later, the east arm of the couch opens up from the front (I think we both may have pulled the upholstery off) - on my left when facing the couch - showing it to be somewhat like a two-level shelf. The bottom area holds a human skull, the second “shelf” or part of the internal couch frame holds a bowl of old human eyes and hair, and a skeletal hand is also inside the arm. Sylvester is rather alarmed and of course, people must be told. There is no idea at all of whom it may have been or what happened. I am thinking that the bluish-green hand may be part of an arm that was kept in another part of the couch and acting somewhat like ghostly “remains”. It is easy to determine here that the “ghost” inside the couch (a dream sign, as one can sleep on a couch) is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body. But why Josh and why is he called Sylvester? He played a character that was on an island (dream state within sleep as water represents sleep). I associate the name Sylvester with the cartoon character Sylvester the Cat. A cat is a circadian rhythms feature (as well as a liminal space element) typically based on nighttime activities (such as dreaming). (Even though a cat seems to sleep a lot, they are of course active in the daytime.) The skull on the shelf represents lesser critical thinking skills (such as reading books) while in the dream state.
Updated 11-30-2016 at 12:46 PM by 1390
I'm in my living room sitting on the couch, some family and strangers are here sitting on the couch and on recliners and such. We know that cameras are set up everywhere, we just don't know exactly where. It is because someone signed us up on a show like big brother. Some of us walk up to the master bedrooms bathroom, the door is open, we look in and there is smoke and flickering lights and an organ playing creepy music, the show made it a haunted bathroom and this girl next to me needs to use the bathroom but she is to afraid to go in so we go sit on the couch and the music stop in the bathroom after awhile so me and the girl walk to the bathroom ninja like but then the music starts up again. I tell her " There's no way they can watch us the whole time" but it seems they do. So we give up on the bathroom, all we do is sit around and are conscious of being watched. There is this random microwave between the tv and master bedroom door. My mom hands me this microwave dinner, it's pasta with shrimp, so I put it in the microwave and set it to something but the I set it to something like [as''9:4422ffg] I just couldn't figure out the microwave so that setting seemed fine and I turn it on and walk to the kitchen to open the fridge and see what other food or drinks the show provided us. I just see cardboard scraps and a clear plastic bag filled with water and dinner rolls, I don't want soggy bread I think then shut the fridge annoyed at the show messing with us with stupid fridge items. I go to the microwave to check on my food, but when I open it isn't there anymore, now a tupper wear bowl filled with water is just sitting in there. I assume the show did it to fuck with me so I yell "They're fucking with me!!!", but then a stranger says "oh no, the show didn't do it, your mom threw it out.", I turn to my mom and say "what! you dumb ass!!why did you do that!!'", and she just gives me this stupid calm look and say "I thought you didn't want it", so I say "You dumb ass! I put it in the microwave because I wanted it!", and I just get angrier and angrier because the look on her face gets more and more empty like a bimbo.
First thought in the dream, "great I'm dreaming again." I don't know what is causing this but it feels like I don't get enough sleep because my brain has been so active with dreams lately. I'm having back to back odd dreams. This one began with me getting some cuddle time from my man, but I knew it was a dream because we were outside laying in the snow and it was switching between daylight and moonlight too fast and details about the location were wrong. We were interrupted by our friend who wanted us to go check out his new site seeing lift. He was having problems with it. We get on with the tour guide, who sits behind a wheel in it and proceeds to drive us up, which didn't make sense because that is not how these things work. It was like a sight seeing ski lift that looked like an old VW van. Anyway we get to the top and Boogs (my dude) goes to check out the warehouse there. I know it sounds weird. Why would a tourist lift have a warehouse at the top? It's a dream and our friend is a little odd like that. So the warehouse is supposedly haunted. The driver won't get off the bus, so I'm stuck watching over her. Then I hear clashing metal, like pipes falling. And dumb horror movie move of course, I go check it out. Weaponless. Meanwhile, I'm thinking the problem is ghosts, but what if that's not what is up here. I find Boogs and we're suddenly surrounded by these shadows. The closest thing I can compare them to are the shadow people that paranormal experts talk about. Or more closely, they look like the ghosts in Season 2 of Dr. Who the episode "Army of Ghosts". We went back to our friend and told him, yeah it's haunted and then I woke up. So boring, yet true. Dr. Who is still plaguing my dreams. But now thanks to watching an old Bond movie last night and an exhausting walk, I have other strange things fighting it out in my head.
I have a lot of nightmares. They scare me, but I'm used to it. I was trying to find out who a person was, I was solving a mystery I guess, but the CSI or whatever it was going to kill us to stop us. I was with John, or my friend Cass. Just some random guy, I don't remember who. We got away successfully Later on they erased our memory and took us far away from the haunted church or whatever. I went there with John, and we heard children singing. Their voices were high and eerie. Just to say, it wasn't bad singing. It made me feel uneasy. What we saw inside was a dark corridor with burnt, dark wooden walls and frames of crosses, but drawn in blood, dripping from the frame. I think there was torches nailed to the wall, to. I remember that the church was locked up, with billboards. There were no windows. Wicked versions of Jesus Christ on the cross frames/photos. They were realistic, too. We were going to go inside but something terrible happened, so we ran away before 'it' could get us.
Updated 11-11-2012 at 10:24 AM by 59187
I love dreaming. It's like my favorite thing to do at night! Recently, I've been doing a lot of research on the web about lucid dreaming and controlling your dreams. And last night, it finally paid off. I had like 10 dreams but obviously could only remember a few. #1. My family was in a haunted house, and we were scared. Our dad was missing, and we were worried sick We were all huddled in a room, the wind was blowing against the house. It shook. It was midnight, black. We heard creeking throughout the house, and saw a dark shadowy figure creeping up the stairs. I suddenly remembered, can't you change the endings to your nightmares? Could this be a dream? So I close my eyes, and imagine a happier ending, a beautiful place. And I opened them. Everything was now like they were submerging from water. The setting shimmered and changed, I was amazed looking around. Feeling soo relived it worked. The dark turned to light. My family turned happy. We were now in our front yard. #2 Now i know this is a dream. I tell my mom, dad, brother, everyone. "THIS IS A DREAM!" They were like really? It was pretty funny. I start laughing hysterically and bring my little brother up on this hill. I remember somewhere in a book that if you realize you're dreaming, you can do whatever you want! Of course, I wanted to.. FLY! So I go up to this hill we have in our backyard, I jump off. I floated for a little, but fell down. Determined, I kept trying. I IMAGINED myself flying, I BELIEVED, I could. I PRETENDED to have this powerful wind LIFT me up in the sky. Guess what? It worked. I was laughing and so happy. I was kicking my legs like you would if you were swimming, so i could move. It was.. amazing. I soared over my mom and dad, who were under a tree. I yelled, LOOK! IM FLYING! They didn't see me. Oh but my brother did. I picked him up and went across the road to these fairies (weeeird) who were building 4 houses, one representing each season. They were beautiful. I accidently landed. So I pick up my brother and try flying again. I crashed in the road. A car honked at me. Wow lol. #3 I was at someone's house, I still knew it was a dream. We were eating dinner, it was hotdogs stuffed in a caramel apple. CREEPY But they were surprisingly REALLY good. IN the dream at least. I thought it was missing something to it. I concentrated just a bit, and POOF! There's a bottle of cheese next to me. "Yay!" I put it all over my hotdog stuffed apple. I love controlling my dream. Today, I'm gonna try to do it again. I'm gonna change the setting, make people i want appear, and walk on water! Can't wait to try it out
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