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I was working somewhere (perhaps a cafe in a shopping center), and I felt troubled due to an evil spiritual presence around me.
This presence has accompanied me for a long time (for most of my life).

I went desperate because I knew that that presence continuously undermined various aspects of my life, i began to cry.
Suddenly, in the cafe A appeared, and told me: "Under the influence of this spirit you are compelled to do things that ordinarily you wouldn´t do. "
I do not know why, but when she told me this it came to my head the image of Corey Taylor from Slipknot, and I asked A if it was him. She confirmed with a nod, or said yes and then said:
"- But he's far away."
Then rested both hands on my chest (or gave me her hands?) And she prayed ... I immediately felt good, and free from the pernicious influence of that spirit.

The Night of Awareness.
I'm pretty proud! Last night I was very aware in my dreams, and some of them were very vivid. 1 time I was close to become lucid, 1 time I'm not sure about, and 1 time I became lucid! I'm going to tell you about them all 3!
Thanks for reading!

Lucid
Non-Lucid
Thoughts

The Party:

This is the first dream. I'm not sure if it was a non-lucid or a lucid, and I can only remember the end of the dream. I really have no idea, but I'm just going to mark it with blue anyway.

I was talking with some people. It was in a big room, and there wasn't so much light. Somewhere I remember it as a party, but everything was just grey and black. They were drinking something, maybe a beer. I don't drink, and I walked away from them. I often talk to myself, and I said to myself: "The alarm is probably going to wake me up soon, if not it's weird" And then the alarm began to ring, and I woke up. Scary.

Tennis Awareness:

This is the dream, where I almost became lucid. If I haven't woke up, I'm pretty sure that I would had became lucid.

I was standing in a room. Some DCs was playing tennis. The room was warm, and people were sweating. The floor was yellow, like the floor in the P.E room, and there was theese weird football things, and lines on the floor in different colours. One of the DCs, who I've never seen before, came over to me. She had her blonde hair in a horsetail, and was sweating. Suddently, the music turned off, and there wasn't one person who said anything, there was completely silence. She said to me: "Look at the colours. Look at the floor. Look at all the details. This could be a dream. Remember to do it." and then I woke up.

The Sunny Tree:

This is the lucid one. I was lucid in a very short moment, but when I get lucid more often, I have to train to be there for longer time.
This was a kind of a nightmare, because I cried and wasn't so happy, and I think the dream is too personally. So I'm just going to post the end of the dream, the lucid-part. Okay..

...I walked out of the door, and out in the awesome weather. The sun shined on my skin, and I could feel the cold wind. I remembered Puffins SAT technique, and began to look around on the details. The tree was really green, and it was very beautiful. It almost danced in the wind. It was amazing. Suddently, it hitted me, that I didn't knew this place. And how did I get here?
"This could be a dream!" I said to myself. I tried to remember how I get there, but I couldn't. Yes, it was a dream. I was just about to do a RC, just to confirm that it really was....when I woke up.

Dream journals make me uncomfortable. Anytime I've ever tried to write down my dreams, and I've tried a lot, it always seems to diminish the true importance of the dream. I'm sure everyone here has experienced this. So, until I get comfortable enough to start putting my dreams on here, I'm going to write a few entries about my experience with lucid dreaming. This is kind of important anyway, because in order to understand any dreams I post, you kind of have to know my dreams have evolved.

Before I could lucid dream, I had a lot of nightmares. The very first dream I remember having (I think I was about four) was a nightmare:

I walked into a dark cave. In its belly was a massive snake with glowing red eyes, who (of course) could talk.

From then on, my dreams mainly consisted of nightmares. Some of them are slightly hilarious looking back:

A group of teenage boys with tattoos watched and laughed as a fried chicken leg chased me down and tried to eat me.

And some of them are still seriously disturbing:

I was laying in my bed (I was probably five at this point) playing with my favorite Lamb Chop doll. (This doll existed in real life.) It was one of those toys that had the pull-string on the back which you could pull and it would say something like "I love you!" or "Let's be friends!". In the dream, I was pulling on this string, giggling with delight when the doll said "There's a man at your window". I looked up and there was the dark silhouette of a man standing right outside.

But this was nothing compared to what would come later. When I was about six, my parents got me some bunk beds. I didn't have any siblings, so I got to have the bunk bed all to myself. (I would like to clarify, because I definitely don't want anyone to get the wrong impression, that my parents were very poor and I was definitely not given everything I wanted. This was just one of those special presents my parents saved up for.) Being a kid, I was excited to sleep on the top bunk. So I did, for several weeks. Until one day I finally decided to sleep on the bottom bunk. That night I had a dream that topped them all:

I was in a field of burning debris. Looking back, it resembled what we suspect a nuclear fallout would look like. I am running for my life, because I am being chased by a panther. I always instinctively knew it was a panther, even though I was too afraid to stop running or to look back.

Being a superstitious child, I refused to sleep on the bottom bunk again for a long time. Sometimes I would try to be brave (at the behest of my parents) and I would sleep on the bottom bunk again, only to have the same exact dream as before. I was convinced that there was something unlucky about sleeping on the bottom bunk. I realize now that I was actually beginning to control my dreams without realizing it. I had convinced myself that sleeping on the bottom bunk would give me this dream, and it did.

Then one day I overheard my dad telling my mother that he heard something interesting on the radio. If you are having a dream that you are being chased by something, you should simply turn around and ask the thing that is chasing you why it is chasing you in the first place! My parents laughed about this and said something along the lines of "What idiots! You can't just do that in a dream!". But that night, I crept into the bottom bunk without telling my parents (I didn't want to make a big deal of it) and this is what I dreamt:

I was back in the field of debris being chased by the panther. But this time I stopped running immediately and turned around to face the panther. She was beautiful. She stopped immediately and sat down, looking at me curiously. I asked her why she was chasing me. She smiled and said "Ah, you listened to your parents. Good," and sleekly ran away.

I immediately woke up. I can't even begin to explain my excitement. I'm sure I told my parents what happened, but I'm pretty sure they just patted me on the head and told me to go play outside or something. But everything about my life changed from that night. I had a secret super power.

Recently some of the abilities I can confidently use in lucid dreams have appeared in my non-lucid dreams.
I occasionally find myself using them without thinking or realizing that I am in fact dreaming.
The most common ones I use are "Fire" and "dragon eyes".
They're both abilities I associate with dragonic powers in my lucid dreams.
Creating and manipulating fire is rather straightforward, using the dragon eyes not so much.
If a DC looks into my eyes whilst I have the "dragon eyes" open, I can order the DC to perform any action and he will obey.
This works with most DC's, except those who seem unnaturally strong. (those who present themselves as other dreamers or other conscious entities)


I'm at university, attending some kind of lecture.
The dean enters the classroom and asks if I can come with him.
This doesn't really surprise me, I sometimes help the school with some stuff, I assume it's about something related to that.
I get up and follow him.
He opens his office. There's 3 men inside wearing suits... weird.
He closes the door without entering.

"Mr. Zimmer?"
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Indeed you can, we're from the FBI."
"Oh? What brings you to Germany?"
"You do, Mr. Zimmer... Or should I call you 'Hyu'?"

I'm confused and feel horribly uncomfortable, as if I had committed some sort of crime.
But I know I have not. Yet I am Hyu, but how do they know? It's the nickname I use on the internet, is this related to some of my online activities?
It's the Fbi, they have no jurisdiction here.
I try to remain calm.

"Mr. Zimmer is fine. Please explain yourself, what do you want from me?"
"We want you to come with us."
"I'm afraid I'll need an explanation before I'm going anywhere, you have no jurisdiction here."
"Indeed, we do not."

The agent pulls out a gun and points it at my chest.
I freak out as he pulls the trigger and I feel the pain of something penetrating my skin.
What the heck? This wasn't a bullet! He shot me with a tranq gun.
My body goes numb and I fall to the ground...


... I regain consciousness. It's cold...
The room I'm in is dark and moist.
I'm wearing nothing but underpants, and I am constrained on a metal chair.
The metal is really cold... and it reeks. I'm scared.
I try to move my arms, but I can barely move them a few millimeters.
They are chained to the chair at multiple locations.
I start panicking and try to pull myself loose.

But I quickly understand that there is no way that is going to happen.
My legs are chained in the same way my arms are, there are multiple belts as well, keeping my body constrained to the chair.
The system is so solid and complex that I can't even turn my head.
Fuck!

I try to calm down. I need to think.

Someone enters the room... he's wearing a doctors outfit... it's full of blood stains... fuck fuck fuck.
He studies a chart and then approaches me.
He turns on a spotlight attached to his headband, which blinds me.

"Who are you???"
"..."
"Where am I?!"
"..."

He doesn't give a shit and completely ignores me.
At first I think that he'll inject me with a huge syringe, but he actually proceeds to drain blood from my left arm.
He's fucking disgusting. He smells horribly, as if he hasn't showered for weeks, and he doesn't look any better than he smells.

Fuck this!

I try to channel energy in order to set him on fire... but it fails miserably.
Red lights on bracelets on my arms start flashing... and that's it... nothing happens. There is no fire.
I realize the bracelets have tubes that feed into my arms... what the fuck?

"Heh. Stupid shit. You're not going to use fire magic for a long time."
"Guard! We're taking him with us. I want him to see something..."

A guard enters the room and unlocks some of the chains.
He then forces me to stand up and follow the doctor.
The chains around my body are still massive. It's a complex setup of massive steel locks.
The whole apparatus is heavy, I have a hard time walking with all the weight I have to carry.
There's no way I'll be able to resist.

I am brought into a room similar to the one I was held in.
There's 2 prisoners inside.
A girl and a guy, both about my age.
I quickly realize that the girl is dead.
It looks like she died of blood loss, which she lost through her eyes.
How horrible!

The guy seems quite scared. He looks at me, and I can see the desperation in his eyes.
He knows he is going to die.

The doctor approaches him. He is going to inject him with the blood he's taken from me... why?

"They're going to kill me... just like they killed the girl."
"Your blood killed her."

The doctor intervenes: "Shut your mouth."
But knowing what's going to happen to him, he doesn't care.

"If there's anything you can do... do it."
"They will torture you until they find a way to extract your abilities... and after that they'll have no more use for you."

Fuck... if this is true... I have to act now... but how? I can't do shit with these bracelets.
The doctor gets ready to insert the needle into his arm.
I can feel the adrenaline pumping...

...

The bracelets... they prevent me from using fire...

"Hey doc!"
"Shut it!"
"You know, this is not going to work, you can't transmit the fire genes like that..."

I'm pulling this out of my ass... I just need him to look me in the eyes before he performs the injection.
Maybe they don't know what I can do if someone looks into my eyes, maybe they only know about the fire.

"... Those tricks are not going to work. Don't waste my time."
"Don't inject him and I'll tell you how to transfer my powers..."
"... I've actually got them from someone else, I wasn't born with them."

This is never going to work...
He turns around and looks at me.
Or maybe it will?

"Bullshit!"
"Look me in the eyes, do I look like I'm lying to you? My fucking life is on the line."

And he does.
Got you!

I open the dragon eyes and stare right into his soul.
I can see every bit of evil inside of him. What a disgusting and horrible person.
He tries to resist, so I push it.
His eyes turn bloody... he won't be able to take this for long.
I need to hurry up.
I order him with my mind.

"Undo the bracelets!"

He approaches me like a puppet and begins deactivating the bracelets.
The guard notices and freaks out, yelling at the doctor to stop.
But he doesn't... he can't even hear the guard, he can only hear the overwhelming voice of my mind.
The guard pulls out his gun, but it's too late.
The bracelets are off.

The concentrated fire bullet I just launched at him hits him in the head and splits his skull.
He drops to the ground dead.

"PLEASE! Help me! I can get us out!"
"I know the way, and I can open the doors."

I don't have a choice, I have no idea where I am.
He's wearing bracelets as well.
I concentrate some fire onto them and they stop working.
He closes his eyes and all the locks on his and my constraints unlock at once.

"I control electricity. I can control most electrical devices."
"That's useful..."

I spot a small red led at the top of the room... fuck... a camera.

"We need to get out. Now!"

He gets up and we start running.
The corridor outside the cell leads straight to a big steel security door.
He opens it with his ability. It starts lifting upwards.

But behind it, a whole armed task force is waiting for us.
In panic, I prepare to set them all on fire, but it seems my new buddy got this.
With a simple hand motion, he creates an electromagnetic field dragging all their equipment towards the ground.
The belts of their machine guns prevent them from getting back up and we just run past them.

This guy is amazing. He locks all doors around us, except for the ones we need to escape.
We encounter little resistance on our way out since everyone is locked in other rooms.
Finally we reach an elevator and get inside.

Apparently we're at level "-28" which is also the lowest level.
Where the fuck are we.
It goes all the way up to "0", which is where we are going.

The elevator doors open and we get out.
We're in a rather small room, with some sort of reception and a big steel door which presumably leads outside.
I can see a nuclear warning sign on it... I see. We are in an old nuclear bunker.
A girl working the reception freaks out once she spots us and grabs a phone.

"Do yourself a favor and don't bother..."

I feel more confident now that we're nearly out. I'm not really that scared anymore.
She drops the phone and puts her arms in the air.

"Good girl."

My new friends opens the door with a wave of his hand and the bright light from outside blinds me.
We step out, not seeing anything, but then my vision normalizes...

"Fuck..."
"Yes. I thought you knew how to get out?"
"We are out. But I had no idea where the fuck this facility actually was..."
"Well shit..."

We're in the middle of the desert.
You can see extremely far from where we are, but there's nothing to see but sand.
Never ending sand and the fucking door leading back into the nuclear bunker.

Armed forces stream out of the bunker pointing their machine guns at us.
There's a guy in a suit with them, presumably the leader of whatever is going on in the bunker.

... Hold on a second... I can teleport, can't I?
Or... wait... WHAT THE FUCK?

I'm angry... I'm properly mad.

"WHAT IS THIS SHIT?"

The guy I escaped with is confused.

"What?"
"THIS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

I'm so pissed. How did I not notice.
I need to unleash some of this anger...
I approach the guy in the suit.

Everyone starts shooting at me, emptying their magazines, but the bullets just bounce off me.
What do they expect? I'm lucid, they can't do shit.

I grab the guy by his neck and lift him off the ground.

"If you meet my subconscious, kindly ask it: 'What the fuck?'"

I set him on fire. The flames are purple, and so strong that he immediately disintegrates, not even leaving behind any ashes.
In my anger I call out to Faye, associating her with my subconscious and thus as someone responsible for this nightmare.

"FAYE!"

She appears and immediately makes me a sign to let her say something first.

"I didn't do this Hyu. This is not my fault. It wasn't me."
"Then who did?"
"No one... nightmares don't work like that..."

I finally manage to calm down.
And then I realize something rather important.

"Sorry Faye... I didn't mean to be angry at you."
"And I get it now. This is actually a positive experience, not a negative one."
"Aha! How so?"
"If I had this same nightmare and I wasn't lucid dreaming, I wouldn't have been able to break free from it."
"The habits I've acquired in lucid dreams have helped me to escape from this nightmare, and from many others before."

She smiles in agreement.

I feel a lot better, somewhat refreshed actually.
Beating a nightmare feels good. I feel strong, like I have an ability that most people don't.
The dream fades away...

Last night I induced sleep paralysis. I went into the state more quickly than I usually do and I was praying in my head. The more I prayed, the more waves of buzzing sensations coursed through me. Normally I enjoy sleep paralysis episodes, but this one made me anxious. I couldn't loosen up or let my mind settle.

Eventually I fell asleep and had quite a few dreams but the last one I remember clearly.

I was in my room and there was a guy with me. He was shining a red lazer in my eyes and saying he was going to control me like this. I closed my eyes to prevent this but I could still see the light through my lids. So I took a magazine and shielded my face with it. I could still see the red light! The guy was becoming more angry with me and pushed me to the floor.

I struggled with him and rolled over, straddling him. I took the lazer from him and shined it in his eyes. I kept screaming "Shut up!", over and over at him. He shut up. I had somewhat control of him. He was still gripping my arms tightly so I chanted "Let me go!" over and over as well. He let me go.

I crawled off him and kicked him aside. He was dazed and his expression blank. His skin began to change. He grew deformed. His eyes were gone and he looked like a skeleton with a film of old orangey macaroni and cheese all over him. I freaked out and tried to escort him out of my room.

He stopped at the doorway and shook out of his daze. "What happened?" he asked.

I pushed him out completely and told him to go look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He did and I shut my door. I could hear him screaming and wailing and breaking things. Since my room doesn't have a lock I had to lean against it in order for him not to break in and he tried that. He pounded on my door and screamed, threatening to kill me.

Eventually he left but the pounding on the door came back. It was my little brother. He wanted to be let in because the guy was after him too. I let my brother in and shut the door behind him. The deformed guy attempted to break in again. My brother wasn't scared or vulnerable like he usually is in my dreams, he wanted to kill him.

That's where the dream ended. I woke up breathing very hard.

In my dream I was a small child again and I got a doll, which I named Lucy. At first, Lucy was a normal doll, just an inanimate object that I played with. But later on in my dream she started talking to me. She kept telling me that she was going to hurt my sisters so that they couldn't play with her. I told Lucy that she couldn't hurt my sisters or I would break her and bury her so she could never be played with again. She didn't like that. Later, my sister "fell" down some stairs and almost died. I knew it was Lucy who caused it so I broke off her arms and legs and buried her in my backyard. She found a way to put herself back together and dig her way out of the ground. She tied me up and took me to a lake where she tried to drown me. Right before I died in my dream, I woke up. This dream freaked me out really bad so I was really happy when it wasn't real.

I had a dream of snakes being everywhere. They were white and red on the inside but dull green on the outside. They were able to shed out of their skin. i was in the forest filled with those red and white snakes. i was actually near a forest. there were a number amount of snakes on the ground. I walked right in the middle of their den without noticing them. then i looked down and saw one. i started pacing away when i saw even more. i started daring, and even jumping over some of them, when my alarm clock woke me up.

The dream starts with me opening my eyes to see my room, only, not quite. I immediately notice that there's something wrong with my room and look up to see that there's a panda in the corner of my ceiling. The panda stared back at me, and that's when I noticed the panda's eyes were red, and it was not one of those adorable fluffy things you see on Animal Planet. The panda's eyes started to make me feel uncomfortable so I decide to close my eyes in attempt to wake up from the dream.

When I open my eyes again the panda's gone. But I'm seated in an awkward position that I don't remember falling asleep in, slouching forward over my knees, and realise that I still haven't woken up from the dream yet. So once again I close my eyes.

At this point I start to get worried. I've woken up in a different position, lying on my stomach with my head to the foot of the bed, and it's really really dark. I feel like something's in the room with me, and I try slowly inching closer to my light in an attempt to turn it on. After a couple attempts I realise I can't move. So I close my eyes tightly and try to will myself to wake up.

I remember that it has always been a fear of mine to fall asleep and never wake up, and when I open my eyes again, the room is red. Someone's replaced the lightbulb of my bedside lamp with a red tinted one and the whole room looks unbelievably creepy. I start hyperventilating and trying to convince myself that I will wake up soon, but the more I try the creepier the room gets. The walls go red, someone starts laughing, I think back to the scene in 'Insidious' where that goat demon thing is dancing and the music starts up.

I close my eyes once more. Then I wake up.

Last night I had a nightmare.. in my dream I was sleeping on my side and felt so numb.
That feeling of being half asleep and awake.
In my dream my eyes were half closed and I saw a movement near my closet.. it was a grey entity and it rushed out of my room. I tried to say something but I was only able to make muffled noises. I felt like I was choking at the same time.
Then I find myself on my back eyes half closed my mouth open and I am trying to scream.. I couldn't move and saw something move down the hall.. the door to my room was open wide and the hallway was dark but this thing I was able to see move slowly towards me.. I felt hopeless.. it made a turn to a room on the right where I heard children screaming.. I tried getting up but was unable to help them and started to cry but only made muffle sounds.
Next my boyfriend is sitting next to me holding a remote control.. I am trying to get his attention.. I felt I was awake but in my dream he was ignoring me like I was sleeping.. he got up and disappeared leaving me there.
The room gets really cold and I sense something is there with me but I can't move my head.. I feel stuck to the bed I try to wake up out of my dream but unable too.. I manage to look at the foot of my bed and see that my mirror was tilted and off of the dresser.. I was really scared to look into the mirror because I saw this pale like figure I just couldn't bring myself to look at it.. all of a sudden I feel something sliding me to the edge of the bed and I am struggling to scream.. but I am still numb and feel like I am choking.. this thing whatever it was because it was not visible lifted me off the bed and onto the floor.. I am still motionless and it props me up.. so I am sitting up my legs straight in front of me on the floor.. I am being pushed slowly to the room door.. I am trying to scream and start sobbing at this point but still feel like I am suffocating because I couldn't make any sound only these soft groans.. can't get over that choking feeling..
I am being slid across the floor to the bedroom door there is a child standing there who runs away.. I am groaning for help in my mind but couldn't utter the words.. the door closes in front of me and the room is pitch black..
I burst wide awake in my dream gasping for air..
that was horrible..
a nightmare.

So I was very young when I had this dream also (only about 7). I was on holidays in some weird city where baseball was very popular. There was a big baseball team in this town and they had a really good win rate but they had a problem. Their players seemed to get very depressed all the time. Anyway, we were at a hotel room briefly and there was an argument between my parents about the accommodation. My dad felt depressed as a result and went off to sulk for a while. The city was strange in that it was the one place in the world where there was an infinite conveyor. This was an infinitely long series of conveyor belts which people could enter at one end and travel for all eternity without hope of return. Many of the baseball players used this when they were depressed and were never seen again. When my father was still out quiet late that afternoon, I went and searched for him. My search brought me to the start of the infinite conveyor and I arrived just in time to see him step on. The pace of the conveyor was not fast but it was almost impossible to return due to the large amount of traffic it dealt with. I raced on to the conveyor and tried to stop my father from being taken away and nearly lost myself but in the end I managed to grab him and fight my way back to safety.

It is worth mentioning that I was not this messed in the head as a child (though I probably am now). This was probably a result of the trauma of recently returning from Europe on aircraft just after the September 11 attacks in 2001! It was quite a traumatic experience though I was not directly involved in the attacks by any means, I was quite young.

Right, so I remember several dreams nearly every night, and they are always fairly involved, a lot of imagery and breaking down the happenings of the day. A lot of them have concerned me, and of course I take them all seriously, but I don't want everyone I know to have to hear about another, so here is a nightmare of sorts that I had.
(before sleeping i was insistent on keeping the kitchen light on in the apartment I live in, and slept on the sofa which is close to the kitchen light)
The Dream:
In my dream, I was in my old house which was recently sold. I lived there with my mother and father before their divorce, it was a very nice place, but sold as a result of the divorce. So a lot of karma and whatnot is related to it, plus, it is my quintessential home place.
I was in my parents' bedroom, but i was on a futon with a white down comforter and sleeping with a fluffy cat that would fuss in the covers. I fell asleep, with this really bright light on to keep safe. But I woke up when this uber bright incandescent yellow tinted orb (golf ball sized) when into me, under my skin, and started speaking to me creepily, but it was mostly the sensation I felt which was like it was a dark message, a dark bulb/light, and it really disturbed the muscles in my side where it was lodged.
I got up, and by the front door was my friend/ex-friend who was sleeping on the ground, and I lifted up my shirt from the area on my right abdomen where this orb thing was, (I felt like a message was carved) and he said something along the lines of "you should look at this in the mirror" and then my dad was there and he looked at it too and said "you should really take a look at this, it says ''you are (nothing more than) a worthless human grave" or something like that.
(Then I woke up, turned off the kitchen light because it was a lot like light in my dream, went back to bed)
Now in my next dream I was at the house my mother now lives/works at, sleeping on her couch (maybe parallel to fact I was sleeping on apartment couch) and it was dark, but not scary. Then, I got a picture text on my clunky cell phone of some (plastic/decorative/holiday) of some skulls from my old sold house, as if to reiterate the message of dying/grave/whatever.

I also half remember seeing these two little girls that I know in real life, who have huge eyes, they have showed up in my dreams sometimes. I used to be/am still timid of them. they were in the kitchen in my mom's current residence

My thoughts/information to reader: I have had a lot that I'm keeping secret lately, and had some bad eating habits and have just checked out socially. I've also been paranoid about my ears and neck. I've been feeling very emotionally dead in terms of happy feelings.
I would like some help. What in the fuck could this mean? I think it has to do with me going uphill from my downhill lifestyle lately, or maybe I am just going down some more. (I've had full blown precognitive dreams before, or just intuitive/informational ones about people and places and what they are related to me. So maybe I am going to through something tough? Or through rebirth? or should i be concerned?)

thank you

A frequent dream I've had over the years. My town is like assaulted by hundreds of tornadoes and they destroy everything.

From memory there are three versions to this dream:

1) It centres around my primary school. It happens while I'm in class and the next thing I know I'm outside being CHASED by a tornado!!

2) This one happens while I'm at home: once we see the tornadoes form, my family and I rush to the tall apartment buildings near our home and hide in their cellar (for some strange reason). The building still collapses but we survive.

3) This one happens while I'm in town and driving down a road. A massive storm system forms and I take refuge in a book store. However lots of tornadoes form and begin destroying buildings. At the end of it I exit the building and drive home to find only the centre of the towns business district destroyed.

The start of this dream is kind of a blur, but I remember being in school, and getting into trouble about something. The next thing I remember (although, I know things happened between them, but I just can't remember -__-) I'm walking down a pathway with my mother and sister. My mother is looking for a house where she needed to go because of that thing I got into trouble for at school (can't remember what it was :/). After a bit of walking, we saw the house around 200 m in front of us. (This was at night by the way).
We saw groups of people wearing dark clothes enter the house, and it seeemed like there was a party happening inside. I immediately felt a chill, like something was wrong with the house. My sister seemed to feel it too, but my mum kept on approaching the house. Me and my sister screamed for her to not go, and tried to keep her back, but she forced her way past us and ran to the house. We followed. My sister and I rushed to my mum, who was standing in front of a gate to the left of the main entrance. (This was within the actual front yard of the house). When I approached the door to see what was behind the gate, hands suddenly rushed from within the gate (i didnt see any other body part) and one of them grabbed me. I didn't know what was happening with my mum and sister, but the person holding my hand (i only saw his/her hand) said, as I tried to run away, "One by One, we'll get to you" or something like that in an evil tone.
The dream then fast forwards to me sitting in my parent's bedroom, with my mother and sister standing in front of me in dark robes, and shiny jewellery around their necks. I realised that my mother was wearing a necklace around her neck with the christian cross on it (we are not christian), and i felt an evil vibe from them. My sister was wearing somewhat revealing dark gothic clothes and also had shiny jewellery around her necks. I don't remember if she had a cross around her neck, though.

The dream (still continuing) then fast forwards to me, my younger sister (the same one from earlier in the dream - shes older than me but the younger of my two sisters), my mother and my eldest sister's fionce in an old car. My sisters fionce was driving the car. It was rainy and dark (at night). We drove (i didnt know to where) on and on, until my sisters fionce suddenly swerved to the right for an unknown reason, and drove off a cliff into a rocky floor below. We all got up safely and scared, and saw some builders working on building some stone pillars of some sort. Something I don't remember well happened, and then one of the builders said (referring to my sisters fionce) "Haha at least he won't be heere for long". The dream (still going on and continuing) then fast forwards to me sitting on a table and chair in front of the creepy house. This time its daylight, and I'm not afraid. I'm sitting at a table with a friend of mine. He smiles, and I wake up.

I had a dream that i was in the street and some guy was trying to get me and the other people, we ran into my friends house where all my parents, and my friends family were. We went through the garage and the men were at the front trying to close the garage door down..
I was worried and for my dad and stood in front of him in case the thing came and got him. Once the door was closed we all went inside and tried to comfort each other.

He broke in the house and we all got him but i was in charge of finishing him off.
I got him and put him inside my friends room and tried to kill him, but he wouldn't die, he then transformed in some kind of animal, like a cat i think (which was really disturbing because i absolutely love cats) .. and he would transform in my vision from a cat to a human.. I soon realised that this kind of person could not die, i could hurt him but no matter what i did he would still be alive ..he lay there gaining conscious now on the floor and i had to do something to stop him from killing everyone. i had to cut off all his limbs instead so even if he was alive he couldn't do anything because he couldn't move without any legs. arms or head. so i sat there trying to cut through everything, it was very hard to get through eat part and it was hard emotionally because he kept turning into a cat and i wanted to stop. the blood soaked into my friends carpet and i was worried she would be upset. after i finished cutting everything i walked out of the room and everyone was rather happy about him dying, but i still had an uneasy and sad feeling. Later that day i came back to my friend house and we sat in her room, all the blood was gone from the carpet, her mum had cleaned it up.

Holy cow. I feel like I've remembered over 4 dreams today, but I can't remember them
4 months ago, I had a nasty abscess below my right ear. It had to be cut open. After the surgery, the doctors told me that after the wound had healed I would have to go and get another surgery, but this time removing the whole thing. This dream is closely related to the fact that I'm nervous about the upcoming surgery. Alright, let's begin. I'm in my olds schools nurses office. The lighting was dim, and the room had red curtains, so the room was dark and red. There were two people in the room. My family doctor and my aunt, who works in the hospital, but isn't a doctor. I was very nervous and asked them whether they would have to give me full Analgesia (spelling?) or just around my ear (which they did in real life, but this surgery is more serious). I don't remember what they said. I layed in a dentist chair and waited for the surgery to begin.
My stood next to me and reached for my ear, holding a needle. I nearly panicked, but the needle didn't even touch my face. I then get up from the the chair and sit on a hair in the corner of the room. My aunt sit next to me, holding a needle. It looked like a normal needle. I asked her why the needle was so thick. Instead of calming me, like she usually does in real life, she said to me: :"Yes, it is thick, and painful".
Everything went black, I woke up, my eyes were wide open and I was taking very deep breaths. I didn' even bother to try to WILD, DEILD or do anything else.
Writing this, I realised that what I dreamt was a nightmare. Thank You apple juice...