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5/25/13

1. After I am mugged , me, a family friend, my mother, and a guy I do not know wake up. Each of us is in a different location. I am near the man, who is on the floor naked for some reason. Each of us cannot remember much, and we slowly find each other. We begin ranting about May 15. We discover that all of us are talking about the same thing. We go back to my house, and we find a nest of bees. The man does a search and identifies them as bees with hallucinogenic stingers. We conclude that after I was mugged, we went to an event involving May 15. There, we were stung by the bees, tripped out, and forgot everything. It is night, and we are in my house avoiding the bees. I actually go to them and aggravate three of them into stinging me. I do this to have more hallucinations. We sit there and wait until morning and until the high wears off. Then, we call animal control and they confirm this hive of hallucinogenic bees as the last on Earth. They drive away with the intention of safely mating the bees and re-introducing them to the wild. After it is all over and the others leave, I consider doing a reality check because of the situations bizarreness. I do, but it isn't working. I complain to my mother about it.

"It's okay; I'm sure you'll be able to figure out this is a dream all by yourself," she said. Satisfied by not allowing my lucidity, she bears a sinister grin. I force my eyes open to wake up.

It is a school camping in the woods, my friend and I noticed an abandoned mall in the woods, we went in to explore. After that, a [COLOR=#b22222]deformed nurse with an ugly face[/COLOR] started to chase us and we kept running. I was lost in the mall and I can't find my friend. That moment I thought the nurse was gone but she reappeared again in a shop just beside me. She stared at me through the shop's window with a [COLOR=#b22222]horrible deformed face[/COLOR]. With fear, I ran to a small storage room and locked the door. The place was dark and humid, I woke up.

This dream happened early this morning after a night out with three of my house mates and a friend. I had already woken up at least once, and spent a certain amount of time feeling vaguely unhappy - hung over, wishing I hadn't got drunk, judging myself for what were in retrospect pretty harmless antics. The dream began in my college (a small art school which I love, and spend most of the day there Monday - Friday), which soon morphed into an art gallery that I have no recollection of ever visiting in WR. I'm outside on a large patio over-looking a city (large, but no skyscrapers - looks possibly French or Italian, nice old buildings) with my 4 house mates (all good friends of mine, two of which I go to college with). It's mild outside, a little sunshine. A woman dressed in a dark skirt suit and matching hat walks up some steps onto the patio. She looks quite well groomed, short dark hair, well made clothes. She's holding a short black strappy dress at arm's length in front of her, and talking to no-one in particular; she seems a bit agitated, angry. She's scaring me a little bit, and we all decide to go inside. She's walking quite close behind us, I can hear her talking but she doesn't make any sense, she just sounds aggressive and a bit insane. We begin to run, and go up some steps into the gallery itself.

The room we run into is busy, lots of people wandering around looking at large paintings. High ceilings, big windows, white walls and wooden floors. Somewhat old fashioned, feels more like a manor house than a modern white cube gallery. We lose her in the crowds, and I go into the next room to tell someone in charge that there's a possibly dangerous woman wandering around. Security go to get her, and I hear a commotion from the room nearest the patio. People are crowding round, my friends are watching the scene but I can't - I'm scared to see. One of them says to me 'She just had a complete meltdown', then I see the guards dragging her out; they're dragging her along the floor by the arms, she's pretty much catatonic. She now looks like the girl from The Exorcist, longish brown hair, terrifying sickly face, wearing a long white night gown type thing and nothing else. She's also covered in paint, she seems to have pissed her self and rolled all over the canvases - she's all pale pinks and greens and blues. They drag her out of the front door.

I woke up pretty horrified - I haven't had such a disturbing dream in a couple of years. Not to mention Ifeeling very guilty about getting the woman forcibly removed and effectively causing her mental breakdown.

Well, it started out fairly normal, but I can't remember that part very well. I remember being tweeted by someone important, but it was like a pin, and not even on my phone xD But eventually, my family and I were going to this restaurant. When we were walking in, everyone was staring at us and making rude comments about me. My family seemed totally oblivious to this fact, and continued on. We got to a table, and there was only enough chairs for three people, and I didn't have one. Everyone was still making fun of me, so I ran out of the restaurant crying, and went into the car. I was sitting there for a while crying before my dad came out. I had my window open, and he was talking to me. Meanwhile, I was looking at posters on the wall in front of the car. There was some weird comic strip that was creepy and demonic, it scared me, but I told myself it wasn't real, and continued looking at it. then there was a picture of a bunch of dead people behind a curtain, and on a picture next to it, there was no one there, and under both pictures it said "Was this HI?" I don't know why, but that kinda scared me, too. So, once again I told myself it wasn't real, and it changed. This time, it had a picture of a man wearing a light greenish-brown trench coat, and said "Have you seen this man?" and went on to say how he was a serial killer. I looked over at my dad, and the man was walking up behind him, I yelled "Dad" trying to make him turn around, but not in time. The man came up behind him and stabbed him in the back, and left, so i was in the car, with my dad dead, leaning against it. I was horrified, and told myself that it wasn't real. I could have undid that, and had my dad back alive, but I couldn't shake the feeling of shock and horror that I was feeling so I kept saying to myself "I have to wake up. I have to wake up." eventually I saw my room, but I knew it was a false awakening (idk how i knew, I just always seem to know xD) So, I closed my eyes as if i were trying to go back to sleep, and when everything went black, i woke up for real.

and once again this was one of those dreams that I've had before (minus the random part at the beginning) ...whatever goes on in my head, I don't know.

4/10/13

1. I am at school. An announcement is made that the water is going to be shut off for a few days. People grumble. I go home, and my grandmother is convinced that she needs a new bathroom door. I become angry with her, and she locks herself in her car. She stays the night, but I inform her I never wanted her to do that.

2. I am fearful of writing SATAN in a grimoire I find because of an angel or demon character from the dream.

3. I am at the Marsh or Woodland, looking out into the distance. Lately it has transformed from a swamp into a hill-scape. I am sitting on the hill.

4. I am in school. They state that nuclear radiation exceeding normal levels has encompassed the building, and that we must evacuate immediately. We all become happy because we get to leave school. Our homeroom teacher brings us up to the ongoing history class to retrieve the rest of her students. We evacuate the building, and go to a camp. Someone hurt a bunch of kids the annoy me and other DCs. We are astonished by his psychopathic behavior, and I bring him into a cabin. I stab him to death with a pair of scissors.

5. An Irish kid I know gets mad at me, and I go to my house. I then sneak out at night. I begin to fly although I am not lucid. I go over hills and end in the Woodland again, although it is no longer swampy. It is dawn, and I am over the hills with many trees. It is perfectly misty and peaceful. Some areas have snow. I accidentally go too far in the mountain scenery and fly into the tundra. I am lost.

6. I am taking a shower, but frogs and slugs peel out from my skin. I am absolutely horrified. I get dressed and am too afraid to even look under my shirt to find out what happened.

Vividness: Around 6-7/15 (10 being lucid) (From the night of Wednesday, 5/8/13)
Awareness: 6/10
Sleep times 11:05PM, 6:56 AM, 7:20AM
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I am at a pool (one I am not familiar with) and there seem to be many people (indistinct blurs, I don't exactly focus on the detail here) running around the edges. Somehow I gather that there is an 'evil spirit' that transfers through contact (my subconscious can't make up it's mind: sometimes there are many and I'm made to believe that they're devouring people, sometimes just one) and chases you around endlessly. I remember running up the stairs of a mini tiki hut by the side of the pool, and getting jostled as people crowd up in the small doorless frame. I get tagged a few times, but feel no effect and immediately get someone else as the running in circles cycle continues.

At some point I'm at a pool I used to go to as a child, and the water level is a few inches about the floor (so the entire surface of the pool, concrete and all are covered with at least 6 inches of water, the pool parts going down to 14 feet). I am splashing along the edges of the pool and seem to glimpse sharks near the bottom of one of them. I notice that the water is very sparkly and pale, and the concrete has a bleached look about it. This was the middle dream, then the pool location switches back to the first.

More running around, then (about 453632626 hours later my mind realizes if I'm getting chased I can actually LEAVE the premises) the focus switches to there being bombs in either the pool or one of the cars in the parking lot (a flat gravelly area with dense foliage on all sides, not a place I recognize). I'm trying to think about where to go, and glance over at the suddenly enlarged entrance to the pool to see a mass of people trying to leave and drive away. I notice my dad and mom, and as I do so there is a movement out of the corner of my eye and all the cars drive away, leaving one empty white SUV conspicuously parked near me (at least the passenger side was). I usher my parents out of the building, and I recognize slight fear and confusion on my dad's face as I single him out in the crowd.

I'm at the pool parking lot still, but deathly afraid and run along the gravelly path that makes way for a cheap asphalt road. Here I am very aware of some of my limbs, and glance over my shoulder every few seconds, moving my neck quickly. I can see a great amount of detail, with flickering lights shining through the leaves behind me and giving off beautiful shadows on the ground (I almost never notice shadows in dreams). There appears to be some pulsating 2-D shape moving along the ground and emitting a strange 'eeeeeeeeee', but my mind deems it nonthreatening and I stumble onwards. I make turns aimlessly and don't really recall the scenery, just the fact that I need to run away and I'm lost. I finally am running down a extremely narrow, lineless road that heads towards a coffee shop I sometimes go to on the weekends. As I run, I meet up with a misleadingly innocuous girl, slightly shorter than me with an average, unattractive face with brown hair and eyes. I somehow learn that she is a vampire (my disoriented brain is trying to tie in with the spirit-monsters from earler) and mistakes me for one as well. We talk briefly, but as we reach the entrance of the coffee shop, she realizes I am a human as a bulky, lumbering male companion of hers steps out onto the road to meet us. She says how they bite thousands of humans every day, and I feel an immense relief, not having realized how scared I was that if I were to get bitten, it would hurt badly (thinking I probably had been bitten before, and either I didn't remember it or it was not painful). I start to run back down the road, and she lopes gracefully after me. We swing our arms at each other, and I block a quick secession of blows with the sides of my forearms, somehow hitting a combo to disable an attack buff (...? even I don't remember or know what I'm talking about here). We exchange some deadly hand to hand blows, and then I have NO IDEA what happens next. Talk about crazy sickness-induced dreams, eh?

This is the second dream that i am constantly haunted by and have no control over my actions,
Please note i am fully aware during these dreams but am only able to see and remember these dreams cleary but i have no control over the path or environment at all...with that in mind here we go,

The Drowning:

I 'wake up', its damp and cold...im disorientated and have no idea of my area, it seems to be somewhat of a beach but the tide is high and i am simply on a plateau of semi wet sand a small island basically...
i feel eyes watching me but there is nobody in sight...
im afraid cold and hungry(i can actually feel hunger quite acutely)...
I try walking and end up collapsin due to weakness...i black out again,
When i come to it is not due to dampness it is because i hear voices...
"Another one poor fool"-The nameless voice whispers in a hushed tone...almost saying it as if he really was pitying "me"...
I pretend to be asleep but that just makes what they do next easier...
I feel myself being lifted roughly...
I then try escape but am to late as my hands and feet are tied...
and what do you know its my good old friends the soldiers....with those same damn shortswords...
the scary thing is as i see this i look down at my stomach almost in memory of previous dream...i dont know how thats possible as i have no control so it is my bodies own doing...
so there i am tied up and looking at my stomach where in the previous dream i was stabbed....
I suddenly feel hands wrap around my neck...
I cant breathe now im being strangled...
My vision goes distorted as i struggle for oxygen...
at this point the soldier strangling me makes his face seen....and to my almost constant repetitive shock it is the very soldier that stabbed me in my previous dream...
He looks at me and yet again smiles and says with a twisted smile now on his face almost a forced look..
"dont worry this time...everything will be alright...for good"
and with that i find myself being held under the water of this massive ocean...
I struggle with all my might but eventually succumb to lack of oxygen and black out with the feeling of water rushing into my body and lungs......at which point i wake up...
//notes//
Upon awakening from this dream i wake up spluttering as if i have been drowned as well as coughing my nose is yet again bleeding and i cannot breathe properly until coughing ceases
//End
any comments help or advice on gaining control of these as well as at least not waking up to a bed with my blood all over it would be a lovely change of scenery.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
The Bear

4/5/13

1. I am on a low ski-lift with no snow. I can control my cart, and I accidentally ram it into the one parallel to me. I knock her off, and I see her body below.

2. I get a job at a deli store. I sit in the back and package sandwiches according to orders. I mess up, and I walk out without receiving pay because of my embarrassment.

4/4/13

1. I sign up for a summer camp. I have a lot of fun there. At the first night, at the dining hall, some old-time members and counselors contemplate 'telling us...'

I have no idea what this means. Then they talk about a curse or something to do with a dragon. Everybody leaves on the last day. The next year, I decide to return because I had a lot of fun. Students begin to die this time. It becomes a huge drama in the camp. One night, I sneak into another hall. There were no cabins, just one building that we would only leave twice at the camp. Outside, there was a basement underneath the grass, and a couple more buildings were on the property. I go back inside, but see something in one of the rooms. A student is murdered. I become panicked and scared; I don't even have time to mourn them. A blonde girl instructs the killing, but an old man (a camp counselor) seems to oversee it. I hide as they begin to talk.

"We have to stop doing this," the camper says. There are about five people there.

"You understand why we are, you know," the man says in response. I cannot guess why they are killing the students. I suspect that they killed all the others too, unlike what they stated. I go to bed, but I cannot sleep. My terror produces sweat on my sheets, and I get up. I sit on the floor and think, but I cannot settle my thoughts. This was only the beginning. The days go by, and more campers disappear. I shudder at where they might keep the bodies. I tell one student, but on the night before the last day, everybody knew of the crazy killer cult rumor. I attempt to get sleep, but chaos ensues. I sneak out the back, but I soon have to escape a stalker. Many people are killed, and students run out of the building frantically. Many campers kill each other; they were also a part of it. I run to the wooden theater, and there are children lying on the ground. A man is light matches and throwing gasoline. I scream, but the children don't realize what's happening. They open their eyes and realize their attacker. The campers get up and run to the exit, but the far left portion has been enflamed along with some of the burning kids. The fire spreads by each still live body, causing only a few to escape to safety by the doorway I am standing at. The wind pierces my back; I am outside. There are acres of isolation, I think, how will we ever get out of here? I go to the gate where a girl is.

"Is that smoke I smell?" she says playfully. I ignore her.

"Do you remember last year? They are insane. Call 911!" I say.

"What? This is a nice camp, they aren't crazy..."

"They are part of this cult- You don't understand because you didn't go this year- Just listen. Your brother is dying. Follow me!" I say to her. Her face explodes with worry. I take her to the burning theater and call her brother's name. He does not respond, indicating his death. The property is chaotic; the fire is spreading and death is a harbinger to everybody. The blonde girl tries to stab the girl I am leading to her brother. My friend runs far, and I lose her. I have no choice but to run in the opposite direction to avoid the killers. I am out of breath and am in the forest. I can hear screams, and there is blood on some of the trees. An hour later, I come back to the camp. I step behind a building and see my friend's body. I am struck by an angry, tragic sadness. I run from the killer girl. I find the hatch that leads to the basement in the forest while running through the darkness. I descend the steps but hear her quickly behind me. I find a closet and enter it. I hide behind it. The basement suddenly turns into the garage of my house, but I do not become lucid. In the closet of my garage, there is a door leading outside to the sidewalk that I can escape from. I hear the girl coming. She flings open the door and frantically swings her knife around. I kick the sealed door open and run into the streets, free into the morning dawn with the scene of the camp long gone.

3/17/13

1. I am at a party. I see people I know there. The next day, I see a strange and threatening looking overweight man in the school halls as I walk inside. He looked joyous and happy, but I suspected him of something. I close and lock the classroom door. No one notices, and everybody is gathered in the front. They are talking to a woman who looks almost identical to the unwanted visitor in the halls. I realize it is a dream, but I deny it soon after. Upon seeing the man attempt to get in, I warn my classmates not to let the woman whom I believe to be his accomplice to leave the classroom. I don't make any action, because I have no real reason to believe this. The lady walks towards the door, and I realize that she must be attempting to let the man in, because the doors unlock from the inside. She walks out, and the man smiles and walks inside. He does not twitch his face from its beamish position. He sets down his bag. A bomb explodes.

Sorry about my grammer i am not of english speaking natively.
I Am 13, and as such i have horror from my perspective as a teen.

I Was in some place the weather was cloudy, on the verge of
raining and i was in a little store. The kind of small store where you can buy
ciggarettes, magazines, etc...

It was unusual, the floor was a white tiled stone floor, and from the
doors view the counter was to the left. But i think there was no door..

Still speaking from the doors percpective there was a rack, JUST to the right on
the wall the door is on. The rack was a hat rack, but instead of hooks there where
baskets, and in one of those baskets was a pad of snuff(tobbacco bag you but in your mouth). I Took it, and ran with my friend and said "DUDE RUN, I TOOK SNUFF!".
He responded, now keep in mind this is a bad dream. He said:
"RUN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT HE CAN DO!"

We ran and ran,*cant remember this part but i assumed we just ran.*
, finally we stood infront of a forest. It had a big hill(steep) covered in trees,
we climbed up and when we stood on the top he said.
"Finally we can stop, we should be safe here.."

Then we get a call:
"Im sorry ?????? Your mom ??????? Car taken ????????"

Cant remember more.

The Store:

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#C.......#
#.....R..#
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C = Counter
R = Rack


Thoughts(this will be in my journal from now on):
My thougths about this dream is that in the dream world as you lose your concept
of reality, you lose concept of emotion and what is important to you. Basically you
become a monolith, this means that your subconsious must be able to somehow
influence your thoughts, it could in essence be a happy dream yet scary.
This idea would be consistent with other nightmares ive had and other strange
dreams ive had such as my first LD yesterday. It had no point of being scary, but as
you are a monolith in your dreams the dream influenced my dream character into
being scared and then giving a reason for it. SO that would mean that emotion and
reason for emotion are seperate and indepentant. And because emotion is in memory
aswell, reason for emotion might not be. Which would mean that you look for a reason to be scared when there simply isn't one! You just are scared. The concept is hard to grasp i know.

This would mean that if i had an insane dream, the dream itself does not
effect emotion. So i could be fully happy, even angry or sad.

Now where does emotion come from then?
I think lucid dreaming can hold the answer, anyone who is reading this, the next
time you have a lucid dream please ask your subconsious to show you the reason
for emotion. Or try to find the reason, or do some experiments.

IF you get any results, or have an opinion about this concept, please contact me, either through this thread or PM.

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I guess you get to an age where you no longer have nightmares, just bad dreams or dreams you didn't like. At least that's the way I see it now. So last night, I had a nightmare - bad dream - of sorts.
I went to bed really late, like 3am, woke up around 5am and as I didn't recall any dream for DEILD, I got up for about an hour.

For some reason I found myself in Joanne's house, living there with her, which would never happen in a million lifetimes.

Spoiler for why I hate Joanne.:

Joanne is the mother of my son Jordan, when I was a teen, I was of an unsavoury character and I spent quite a bit of time in prison. Whilst I was in prison, Joanne found a new boyfriend and at some point, she allowed him to beat my son, 2 at the time, to within an inch of his life. He is now a quadriplegic and only just short of brain dead. So I don't know why I would dream of her, let alone be living with her.

So I found myself living with Joanne, but for some reason another girl named Kate, who I was also seeing turned up, Joanne was out and so I let her in, but then Joanne returned. I explained who Kate was and that she was here and Joanne was fine with it - she always was a soft touch - however Kate wasn't too impressed though she made the most of it with a brave face. After they had spoken, Kate commented that she didn't know what to make of her now she knew she was Irish. I explained she wasn't Irish, in fact she was Scunthorpe born and bred, I said that she puts accents on to try and make herself more interesting to other people, to give herself some kind of personality if you like.

I decided to go out on my bike, but for some reason I didn't take my helmet, I had a hooded top on and thought that would at least keep the police off my back. I was speeding down the road when all of a sudden the steelwork of a building with a jet engine in the centre flew past me at incredible speed almost knocking me off my bike in it's wake. As I turned the bend I saw Carl from Poker waving me down and signalling the police were about. I was going quite fast and when I started to slow down, I noticed for the first time that there was snow on the ground and I had to be really careful. I got off the bike and stood talking to Carl and someone who resembled Shackles.
Shackles or his dream equivalent was saying how he rode all the time and how good he was, when I asked him what he was riding though, he said he's retired for now, which I thought was an odd thing to follow up with.

Scene change - We only own a shower and a very small back yard. Since forever, Diesel and Dutchess have been a nightmare to bathe, also not very fond of water in general. Well just recently, the past couple of summers, we've managed to get Diesel in the water with the aid of sticks, which he calls balls and is obsessed with, to the point that recently he has actually been swimming for a couple of seconds at a time. So yesterday was the hottest it's been this year and I got the idea to take them to the lake and give them a good bath. It was quite funny, but I think they actually both enjoyed it.

Joy and I were walking the dogs down the riverside and we found a place to bathe them. Dutchess went first as she is the least bother, usually just stands stock still until it's over, unlike Diesel who fights me all the way. Afterwards she was swimming in the water when she noticed a seal or sea lion, we'll say seal, she got out to play with it. It seemed to get nasty real quick and I shouted for her to come away from it, as soon as I said this, Dutchess turned into a seal, jumped in the water and started to swim with the seal. Joy then shouted that there were at least four or five of them. The whole scene had a feeling of dread about it, I told Dutchess to get out of the water which she did, as a dog again. As soon as the seals left, I got Diesel to come to me, I was stood in waist deep water with him and I was shouting for Joy to look, as I walked about in the water it got deeper and all of a sudden I stood on something sharp, Diesel was now panicking and I had to hold his head above the water and look at my foot at the same time. There was a yellow drawing pin stuck in my foot and it had some sort of logo on it, though I don't recall what.

We left the river side when both Diesel and Dutchess ran off in different directions, we panicked as we watched both of them encounter accidents, I saw Dutchess get hit by a car, and Joy said something had happened to Diesel, although she didn't say what, they were both lying on the floor immobile. Dutchess was crying and trying to move, but she could only inch along the floor on her belly, Diesel was having fits and convulsions. I didn't know which way to run. Diesel was closest by far, then someone shouted that Dutchess wasn't going to make it and I broke off towards Diesel. As I reached him, he was still fitting and as I moved in closer he fell down a shallow hole. I climbed in to get him and I noticed he'd turned completely grey - something I've dreamt before - I picked him up and cradled him, I was crying as I climbed out of the hole and thinking that I now had to get to Dutchess as quick as possible. I set off towards her, but I never made it. I woke proper at 8am shouting out loud "What an awful bloody dream...!"

12 am S
3 am W drank a strong peppermint tea (three tea bags). back to bed at 330. didn't actually get back to sleep for a while after that
4-430 am S had to be closer to 4 considering all the dreams.
5 am W - nightmare, wrote everything down and went back to sleep an hour later
6 am S
9 am W - final

Had gone to my grandmothers house when she wasn't there ((nothing like their RL house)). I cleaned up some stuff on a counter and when they got home told them I had. 'thats nice dear'. There was someone there they didn't like.
Transition
My grandparents were no longer around and the house was a little different. K and B were behind a bar and in a kitchen. Me, L, and random guy were in the living room. ...sexins ensue... i'm invited to play with K and B and go around to do so. i cant seem to kiss K right - something just keeps feeling 'off'.
Transition
I'm in some sort of apartment. The guy 'next to' us (it was kind of embedded in our apartment and connected to another apartment network as well (used shadow memory of a previous dream to briefly touch on what that network looked like - I was never there in the dream)). had just installed an awesome AC system. The controls were in our apartment though. Apparently they had to wire it that way because of the buildings design. They guy there came out and talked with me, my mate, and a friend of his. They all started talking about some game and/or the computer. At some point I was outside the apt along with the neighbor guy. One of my cats (oci) was there as well - he slinked back into the apt - clearly uncomfortable where he had been. i think i was smoking outside. while the guys were looking at a comp, I started focusing on a magazine. I got about 1/3 - 1/2 way in when it got to the main article. It was all on a movie that was coming out soon. It was filled with gory shot after gory shot - all stark whites and reds. It started with an image of a chick kinda grainy and turning her head - very reminiscent of the grudge. I told my mate that I wouldn't be able to see this movie - too disturbing. I keep flipping though and the article doesn't end - the rest of the magazine is nothing but those disturbing images. I close the magazine.

Spoiler for Nightmare:

she is lying on the floor - coming for me. I freak out. I try to stab her in the head with something, but she doesn't react. I have something sharp and I cut off her head and toss it (after imagining her holding it). She is still reaching for me - I'm terrified. I chop her hands off - with a lot of difficulty - she is wiggling around a bunch still trying to 'get me' as i'm doing my best to pin her while chopping. She still seems to be coming for me somehow. Despite the lack of hands she seems to be able to grip a tiny bit. I'm hysterical at this point. I go for the window - its smallish and high up - as if we are in a basement. Its as i'm opening this window and she is reaching for me that I realize this must be a dream and immediately wake myself. I could feel myself creating the next part of the dreamscape - parking lot and cars. There was super creepy heavy base music to go along with her coming after me. ((there was no thought at all of turning on her. The terror sensation lasted a bit into waking life - lots of RCs. I'm still a little shaken up (this is at ~530/6 when i'm writing this) and uncertain about my ability to go back to sleep))

((this dream was really confusing to write - the location kept changing in my memory. i might have been mixing two different timelines))
There was some sort of fungus being spread on all the pot crops - government conspiracy. Wanted to find and hide the little bit that I had, but the cops got there too soon. They weren't after pot though. Eventually it was just a large group of people being held in a smallish space At some point in the dream the space was larger - like two houses to either side, one above, and a common area in between. Some of the 'prisoners' were organizing a resistance. They met up above. There was a slip of paper with someones # hidden on it. I was trying to find it and somehow call them - they could end this captivity. They guys name was Travis or Tailor or some other T word - I don't think it was actually a name, but it slipped away quickly. A person's head was snapped in front of me by invisible hands - she knew too much and was going to spread that knowledge. A friend was getting pulled out of the captivity 'room'. She was special in some way - had money or friend in really high places. They said they were neither holding nor not holding her and moved her elsewhere (i'm assuming somewhere nicer).


((So, i'm thinking that the Peppermint tea Definitely had an effect on my dreams. Dont know if i will ever try that again though as the nightmare was extremely vivid and disturbing.))

((oh yeah, when i was writing in my DJ after waking up at 9, i realized i had tool's song parabola running through my head))

I cannot remember much detail of this dream. A new paragraph signifies me waking up, but still in the dream.

I'm with my boyfriend and I am eating something when I begin to choke. I grab my throat with my hands and try to gasp for air. I'm trying to signal him to help me, but he just stands and stares with a half-smile on his face. This isn't like him whatsoever, but I do not think of the fact that I am dreaming.

I wake up. I am in a strange house, but at the same time it feels familiar. I am surrounded by a handfull of strange people, but they feel familiar as well. The lighting of the dream is dark and eerie, and I have an uneasy feeling. (I forget a lot of what goes on at this point.)

I wake up. I am in the same house, waking up to a weird man who looks like he is a carnie. (I forget a lot of what goes on at this point.) Next thing I can remember, I am walking through a wooded, outdoors-looking hallway, but it's inside the house. I come upon a huge snake that is hissing at me. I panic, but I pick up the snake and throw it into a stream that is also inside the house.. I walk through a maze, which is ALSO a part of the house, and come back into the room in which I woke up. At this point, I'm starting to realize that something is off.

I wake up. I am in the same exact room as my awakening before, and I wake up from the same sleeping location (bed, couch, i can't really remember which specifically.) Something is very wrong, though. Someone is there and they are trying to attack. I get up, run through the same forested alleyway, but I run into the snake again. However, this time, the snakes body has split in two making it a snake with one head and two bodies. I pick the snake up once again and throw it. This time, it is much heavier and much longer. I run towards the maze, and jump inside of it. I am getting panicky for it's hard for me to find my way out. (The only way back into the house is through the maze.) I finally make it back into the house.

I wake up. This time, I know I'm dreaming. So I think to myself "I must do something different," so I do not get up. Instead, I cover myself up and try my best to wake myself up. I try yelling "wake up, Hannah, wake up" but to no avail. It is impossible for me to scream at this point. I begin kicking my legs when I realize that I feel trapped inside my blankets, like tightly wrapped up and tangled.

I wake up. I am in the same bed, but do not realize that I'm still in the dream. I think to myself "Oh finally. I'm awake. That was terrible."
But then I see the face of the man from the dream, and I quickly look around me to realize that I am still in the house from the dream, so I know I am still dreaming. I cover myself back up and try my best to remember where in real life I fell asleep- where, in reality, am I laying right now? Then I remember- I fell asleep at my boyfriends house, in his bed, beside him. So I begin to (try) to yell "Zack, Zack wake me up. Please, Zack, get me out of here. Help me. Wake me up." But my speech is so slow and warped, and it takes all of my energy to make sound.

I wake up, but for real this time. I am confused and disoriented, and for a few seconds I do not recognize the room around me, but later came to and realized that I am back in my boyfriends bed. I also realize I am sitting straight up, panting, and my head is absolutely spinning with a terrible headache. He is awake with his arms around me, which was most comforting. I felt like I had been asleep for ages, and that the dream lasted forever, but when I looked at the clock, I realize that I had only fallen asleep less than two hours ago.

I have been having MANY of these types of nightmares lately. Draining ones, where I wake up and literally feel like I have fought a battle. All of my dreams have been nightmares, lately, too.

11/13/12

1. I am running with my family to escape a lethal virus that causes the skin to melt. We are hiding in our house. Somehow, my parents die. My brother and I run to my friend's house to hide. We find our family in there, alive and well. I seem to be the only one perplexed at how they were dead in our house and alive here. I conclude that they just followed us, and weren't actually dead. We realize that my neighbor is infected, and we find a piece of viral skin on my father. It is airborne, so we run out of the house to avoid contact. I grab my sister, leaving my neighbor and my dad to die. My mother runs somewhere. My brother takes my sister's hand. I run over to my dad who is calling me from across the block. I am confused because we left him in the neighbor's house. I find it strange that he was able to get there so fast. He hands me a red tie and says to give it to my sister. I begin to run to where my brother took her, but I find her right in front of me. I begin to think that something seriously strange is happening. I am about to give it to her when a child's voice calls my name. I look, and to my terror it is my sister from behind me. I turn in front and she is there. I look at both of the duplicates with unreal fear. My family didn't die originally; they were replaced. Who is the real girl? Both of their faces begin to peel off.