24.08.2014Drums recorded in my reading. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I guess this would be a silly nightmare, but oh well. This is what happened in waking. Yesterday I got an order from someone for a psychic reading, and he was pretty much disrespectful and it felt it was making fun of it. He requested for me to not have the music on during the reading. Upon awakening, he received the reading and was very happy with it (even though there were tough thing for him to hear, I am glad he accepted it lol) We live in a house and we have a 2nd floor rented, and the neighbor likes to play the trumped and the pipe bag and he is a bit annoying lol. So here was the brief "nightmare." I was in my computer wrapping up my work and sending all the readings to my clients. As I played the reading from this client that did not want music, I could only hear drums, and not my voice at all. I was like what the heck is going on... and this guy did not want music and he is going to think that I put rock in my readings instead of a soft spiritual background music. I was upset because I thought if I had music playing, it would have recorded instead of the drums, and my voice would be heard as well. I started to wonder what to do and I figured that the best was to channel all the information again and start the reading over, but I was upset because it was a long reading.
I dreamt that I was working for Christian Bale who was Dracula and thought I wasn't aware. I invited a girl friend over and I was telling her about Bale and how odd he was. We went to the wine cellar room and I read her some of his poetry then bam! We see him hiding in the dark, coming out from the shadows. I walked over to him and scolded him for being a sneaky bastard. Then we all went up to the balcony and sat at this small round table. We had some wine and I told him that I wouldn't be able to work for him in the the summer. He was cool with it(or so I thought) and then asked if we wanted pizza. The next thing I know, I was in bed with him and my friend (it was honestly like that scene in American Psycho where he wanted those two girls to make out) and I knew I was done for. I thought he was going to kill me but he decided to turn me into a vampire instead. I remember feeling really angry because I didn't want the power of immortality.
((I'd advise not looking this up if you don't want sort of Season 3/4 Spoilers! I thought I would post this as an example of the kinds of panic-ridden dreams I have on a semi-regular basis; I had never had a nightmare that felt as vivid as this, though I never became lucid.)) 21st June 2014: Tonight's dream was particularly unpleasant. I am writing this a lot later than when it actually happened, but I still remember the basics. In this dream I was Reek, from Game of Thrones, not Theon, but Reek. Luckily, though, I still had my manhood. For some reason, Ramsay Snow had taken me to a museum, a huge, grand place, with beige marble steps leading to its glorious entrance; inside were high domed ceilings, and esteemed works of art; everything was the same marbled beige, with a hint of orange; it was a very regal colour, I thought. I was led along by Ramsay by a chain on my neck, and once the brief tour was concluded, which I actually saw little of in the dream, I was thanked for my obedience, and Ramsay said that there would be a reward for me when I got back, to which I replied "Thank you, master." meekly. As we went outside back onto the cliff, which somehow floated in the air like something out of Avatar (yet it had none of the lush vegetation, only short green grass and steep, grey, rocky sides that formed a point beneath the landmass, like a floating pinnacle), I realised that a rescue attempt had been staged by Brienne of Tarth, Asha Greyjoy and what appeared to be an identical twin of Theon. I don't recall what happened to Brienne or Asha, but I know that the clone of Theon was knocked off the cliff (by an arrow to the chest, I think), which he fell from wordlessly, and I did not see him again. I knew I could not allow myself to show my dismay to Ramsay, or he might think me disloyal, so we continued back to where we were intending to go; I don't know how we got off the floating cliff, though. In the next scene, I was sitting hunched up beneath in a tight corridor surrounded by mesh fences; the floors were made of a rough, splintery looking wood, and behind the mesh fences there didn't seem to be anything, so I can only assume that they were spacious holding cells, or maybe they were just there to make the corridor uncomfortably narrow. Set into this corridor was a huge iron door, locked and bolted, but I think I could hear screams coming from inside. Ramsay spoke to me threateningly about my "reward", his sadistic half-smile on his face. I insisted pathetically that I was loyal and that he promised he wouldn't hurt me, but I knew then that I had been wrong. I knew that something terrible was happening to the man behind that door, and that I was next. I knew that he was going to chop my manhood off. I had no choice but to run. I sprinted through the cramped corridors as fast as I could, and felt the exasperation as I had to squeeze through narrow openings, through tight walls of spikes and rollers lined with the same sharp implements; every time I had to cross such an obstacle, Ramsay caught up with me a little more, but I kept going, and going, and going. I came to a large marble staircase, sensing that I had reached the less shabby part of the castle, nearing freedom. I bumped into a wiry, frumpish serving woman in sweeping skirts, with her white and grey hair tied into a neat bun. I began to cry weakly for help as I neared the exit, until finally I emerged out into the daylight, or at least I think it was day; I don't quite remember. I stopped the first man I saw, a smart looking gentleman with a fine moustache and a posh Southern (British) accent that suggested lordliness. I rambled that Lord Ramsay was evil, that he was going to chop off my manhood, that he had to alert the authorities, that he must do something, but the man seemed positively nonplussed by my desperate pleas for help, and simply said: "I can't help you there. Lord Ramsay can do as he likes." I should mention that outside, the exterior of the castle where I had been kept looked very much like the rocky, barren land that had covered the floating museum-cliff. Seeing no other option, I ran until somehow, I ended up on the main high street of my city. I began to feel hopeful; I was losing Lord Ramsay, but perhaps one of his lackeys would catch me; no doubt he'd have them combing the area for me. I had never felt so desperate in a dream before, and I felt my real life disability setting in (I walk with a limp), yet I continued running, panting raggedly. Then, my legs gave out, and I fell to my knees, still I kept moving, crawling along the ground in a desperate struggle for freedom; if I could reach the statue of St. George and the Dragon a short distance away (even though it was in the wrong place in the city during this dream) I knew I might be further away. As I had been running down the street, I had glimpsed Lord Ramsay, and heard him shouting "Reek! Reek!" which only enhanced my desperation. It was then that my legs had given out. I must have been running for what felt like 20 minutes. I managed to reach the monument, only to be stopped by Jaime (an old school friend of mine, surname omitted. ); he had apparently become an agent of Lord Ramsay's, and he said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Sorry Reek, but I'm going to have to take you back." I felt angry and betrayed, and swung at him, having managed to stand up, but all the strength had gone out of my arms. I knew that it was useless to resist, and that Lord Ramsay would take me back to the Dreadfort. It was only then that I woke up, agitated, but also relieved.
Updated 07-18-2014 at 10:17 PM by 52715
A large group of people, including me and my family, are going to battle. We are on a cliff, and far below us is a rapidly flowing river. Across the river on a cliff opposite us is the enemy. I have several wooden spears which I throw with all my might, but fall short of their destination and into the water. Frustrated, I pick up a bow and arrow. I have trouble loading the arrow, so I duck down for protection as sharp objects come showering down around me. Soon I am ready to shoot, but I never get the chance. A dark, strong man whose face I never get a good look at is on our side of the cliff, even though I know he is the enemy. He's asking around, and looking for certain people but I don't understand why. He finds Hiro Nakamura (I was watching Heroes last night), and starts stabbing and slashing at him with his sword. Hiro's terrified screams leave me paralyzed and unable to think. This happens to be a very inconvenient moment for my mind to go blank, because the man stands up and walks toward me. He stops right in front of me, and looks down. I realize I'm the person he's looking for, but when I deny it he turns to my sister. He draws his sword, and when I realize what he's about to do, I rush over to her and beg the man to take me instead. I can't let my sister get hurt; especially not because of me. His response to my begging is, "You'll do." His words bring me relief, and then horror as I realize what's about to happen to me. He makes me lie on my stomach and then I feel the sword cutting through my arm. The feeling is not painful, but more of a cool, tingling, burning feeling. I decide that the knife must be so sharp I can barely feel it. It's still not a pleasant experience at all and I'm relieved when the man leaves. I go into the bathroom and start speaking french. A lady is in there, and gives me a funny look. The bathroom is bright, neat and cheerful with walls that are painted red. I see a mirror in front of me, but I don't look into it because I don't want to see my injured arm. I worry that if I see the extent of the damage, then I will start to feel the pain that should come with it.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening A typical dream of sum of all fears. I am chased by zombies, blood sucking monsters, man-eating tigers, while trying to get out of a complex maze building. One by one, I face all my fears and conquer them, at first by using my warrior skills, then increasingly by applying my super powers, then lastly by realizing the illusory nature of everything around me and dissolving it. I manage to exit the maze and bring some other woman with me, by realizing that I can create an exit as soon as I know I can. Once safely outside, I am already planning how to free all others still caught in this maze of illusions. That's when the devilish ruler of the maze appears in front of me, kind of congratulating me for getting out, but I think aslo trying to figure out his next move to entrap me. He still has a trick or two up his sleeve. My cell phone rings, I pick up, no one replies to my hello, but I hear voices talking on the other side of the line. So I listen to them, I know who they are, people I have been doing business with. They say the bank did not approve my loan request, my reputation is dragged in the mud, my business partners are disappointed and distrust me, my whole "real life" is collapsing. I panic! Then, for a split second I realize "shit, I'm still trapped. he found my real weaknesses. it's not zombies and flesh eating beasts, it's my fucking "real life" and its mundane shits, my worries about my rep, my future." The true nightmare starts now! I freak out and wake up gasping.
I'm withdrawing from a few meds right now and been having some fairly crazy dreams. Crazy dream 1: A bunch of pikeys moved into my bathroom. It was pretty awkward going in there to use the toilet because they'd all stop talking and stand there watching me. I felt bad that I would be stinking the bathroom up when I'd do a number 2, but I had no choice in the matter, when you have to go you have to go. Crazy dream 2: I was in some twisted gameshow, involving animals and children and the fat guy from Hangover 2 (the fat gangster that was after them for the gold, he was the host of the gameshow). The first episode it was nighttime, and I was in a paintball fight with a bunch of kids, they were annihilating me, and the whole time I had a chicken down my pants. It was disturbing and I felt bad for the chicken so I had to get him outta there. By the end of the gameshow, the fat guy from the hangover 2 was telling me what the next episode was gonna be, it involved my head stuck in this trap thing, there was no way I was gonna do another episode so I smashed the trap device thing and told the fat guy he "no more of this ****ed up game show, I'm done", so I went on a bit of a rampage destroying things. My strategy worked, I came to an agreement with the fat guy and one of the kids, that there'd be no more episodes. I woke up covered in sweat, relieved that it was over. Crazy dream 3: I was planning a way to get on a plane for free, there was a teenaged girl helping me with the scheme, the plan was that I hide in a corner, then when a car is pulled out of the drive way, I sneak into the trunk and hide in a suitcase. Things must not have gone as planned, I didn't get in the suitcase and next scene I was hanging off the side of the plane in mid air, trying to get the door open. There was anoter guy hanging off the side of the plane with all his suitcases. I was shouting "open the door, open ****ing door" but it wasn't working, they wouldn't open up. I understood because opening it up would mean the crew would probably get sucked out the door. Then I noticed there was this cabin thing on the side of the plane which people weren't supposed to use in mid flight. There was an African guy in there, he told me this is how he always travels and that you just need to hang onto the railing when the plane is descending so you don't get sucked out the door. We both had a laugh about it because we knew we had the right idea, we didn't pay a penny for tickets, and this method of travel was much more fun than being stuck inside the plane.
Last few nights... 06/12/14: I dreamed about a tree. It was a huge tree with black bark and sprawling, twisted limbs... if anybody has seen a Live Oak, it was sort of like that, but much bigger. I know there is something wrong with it. It is outside of the fence. The fence is wooden and rickety. It encloses something, but I'm not sure what. It's always dark, always night. The world feels very "small", like the entire world just surrounds the tree and the fence but doesn't spread very far beyond them. I am trying to somehow stop the evil I know is infecting the tree's roots. Some sort of burrowing creature is inside of the fence, digging through the soft loamy earth. It's like a brown, short-haired dog sized ferret thing that can talk. Its tunnel reaches the "evil" roots. Once they are exposed, the evil is able to spread inside of the fence. It was an accident, the creature was just trying to create a "home" burrow. It apologizes and says it will make its home elsewhere. I have to attend a class. My homework isn't done because I've been spending all of my time and energy trying to contain the evil. The teacher knows this, and fudges my grade. I feel like my classmates resent me because of it. I'm overstretched, though. The class is for a cello-like instrument. Not only is my instrument damaged, but in order to make a passing grade, I still have to play some songs for an exam, and they're too difficult for me because I haven't had time to practice. I feel overwhelmed and depressed. 06/14/14: I have vague recollections of a nightmare. There is some sort of evil stitched-together zombie child. It's gray. It's stitched to a man's hip. I am trying to protect some other (living) children to it but it keeps "absorbing" large, bloody chunks of them and the whole situation is horrifying. I wake up but am still sort of half-asleep and the feeling of horror lingers until I fall back asleep.
As I have continued to journal my dreams in more vivid detail I have come up with a few dream terms that I may use to describe recurring elements in my dream. This was simply for the sake of brevity so that I won't have to describe the same thing every damn time Since this is the first page of my electronic dream journal I will go ahead and post this first. It seems appropriate. Since I am doing this I may as well ask: Does anyone else do this? Note: These definitions are based on my experiences with dreams and mine alone. Denizen Any non hostile dream figure. Familiar A familiar is a projection who is allied with the dreamer and/or is highly important in helping the dreamer’s progression in some way. The familiar will typically stick with the dreamer for a good portion of the dream. The dreamer and the familiar do not necessarily have to like each other as long as the familiar works with the dreamer. Once a familiar is encountered s/he may be encountered again in a later dream. In such a scenario the familiar may (and probably will) recognize the dreamer and vice-versa. I suppose you could say “once a familiar always a familiar.” Hostile A hostile is a standard enemy that the dreamer may face in a dream. Hostiles are set on working against the dreamer in some way. Gunmen, Zombies, or anything of the like would be considered a hostile. This one is pretty self explanatory. Heavy Hitter A heavy hitter is basically a hostile that is very much harder to take on, abscond from, or kill. They are the ones that cause the dreamer a great deal of trouble and pose a pretty nice challenge in a conflict. This could be a giant monster, an extremely powerful sorceress, a powerful super-villain, or simply another person who would pose a considerable challenge against the dreamer. The dreamer may spend a good amount of time dealing with a heavy hitter and it will usually leave a lasting impression on the dreamer after awakening. Siren A siren is one of the more dangerous types of projections that I have encountered yet. The modus operandi of a siren is very similar to that of a witch from “Left 4 Dead.” They walk around posing as normal denizens and may even begin to attach himself to the dreamer as a familiar. They may smile, laugh, and even exchange pleasantries. But once a siren is triggered s/he will reveal his/her true colors. In reality sirens are very feral, highly sadistic, and hell bent on killing the dreamer. Sirens are agile and considerably strong. Despite their feral ferocity, sirens are capable of using weapons such as knives and firearms making them that much more of a challenge. They can also take the form of animals. A siren’s physical appearance does not change once s/he is triggered. He still maintains the appearance of a normal denizen (typically a human). I have never been able to kill a siren. Boss A boss is a projection whom the dreamer is almost exclusively intent on hunting down, either to capture or to kill. A great deal of the dream is focused on this task. In normal cases with me a boss is the primary source of most problems and hostiles that I am faced with and any and all conflicts will be resolved once this particular projection is out of the picture. The boss does not necessarily have to do any fighting; I have spent entire dreams just chasing bosses down because they could not match me. Aperture An aperture is a random opening that leads the dreamer to (what seem like) completely random spots. For example: a closet door that takes one from his bedroom out to an open field or a classroom door that leads from the classroom out to the edge of space would be considered an aperture. Denizens and Hostiles alike seem to be aware of these apertures and use them just as I do.
Updated 06-06-2014 at 05:48 AM by 69528
I just woke up and need to copy everything I did down before it escapes my mind. So the structuring might be a tad off from how you should normally write but bear with me and read it if you want, it was definitely an experience 5 of us found a complex, almost like a school. It was night out, it was dark inside with just a few red hazard lights going off. I was trying to be quiet but some were arguing and being loud along the way. At one point we were in some kind of lobby, discussing our plan. I was looking around the hallways at this point because this place looked safe, I thought we should stay so I was peeking through the glass on some of the doors and could’ve sworn I saw someone looking back at me but would hide as soon as I looked. How strange it was. I told the group but they said I was hallucinating. We ended up hearing zombies ahead of us and coming through hallways, tons of them. We somehow made our way out the back, after we had killed many on the way (I was wielding 2 sharpened crowbars, they worked nicely) , and into the streets where barbed-wire fencing was placed like a maze. We all split up here, in the street. 3 of them went over the fence on their way, the other 2, me and my brother, made our way back into the complex. We were running and panting trying to find a secure room because we heard something coming, almost like some electrical buzzing. We were running down the same hallway that led us out of there before and we looked right and saw a room with a couple lights on. We enter it and lock the door behind. The lights were actually LEDs from camera monitoring systems, like someone had been watching us the entire time we were in there. We also found food, a working sink with soap, and I found Gatorade under the sink. My brother decides to take a nap, he needed it. I notice a woman in a yellow shirt on some kind of scooter coming down the hallway and I see her blurry figure through the glass. I tried nudging my brother to wake up but he’s a deep sleeper. She opens the door and we just stare at each other for a second. “Who are you?” she asked me. I replied, “I’m Kyle, who are you?” She then said, “I’m Kyle.” I then told her Kyle is a good name and began telling my story to her until she led me out of the room back into the hallway where she told me what was really going on. All of a sudden, a couple people run into the room and said they needed to go on a run. With my brother still inside, the room is actually an ambulance, the hallway actually a loading area, and it takes off into the zombie-infested streets, but the woman, Kyle, told me everything should be okay. So I walked by myself down the hall and ran across a barricade of zombies blocking my path. I literally had to jump/run across it because it was just a messy pile of bloodied zombie parts with the hands still trying to grab at you. When I made my way over the pile, I saw a huge amount of water flooding into the hallway from a room with blood mixed in it. I continued that way and watched and listened as some kind of pump was sucking it all back inside the room. I turn the corner and my jaw dropped. It was a makeshift laundry mat where people living in this complex were taking off their clothes and giving it to the people who were working the laundry. I stumbled in and watched as men and women were stripping down and waiting for their clothes to be washed. It was definitely an interesting sight. I was actually kind of nervous and had my mind taken off the zombie apocalypse for a minute because of all the women. I left the room and ran into an old friend where we then made our way into some cafeteria and they fed me. I met the guy behind the earlier, electrical buzzing noise and he showed me it was actually a tiny helicopter with a camera attached, and he flew it around the room. He said they had to be careful and watch what our group did to make sure we were good people. We told our stories, laughed, for the first time in a long time, and the dream ended.
Last night, I had my second lucid dream. In it, I became aware my mother, who I had just been talking to, had vanished. This sparked lucidity, and I euphorically ran down a track at a college I live nearby to, shouting in triumph. I nearly lost lucidity, so I calmed down. I've never flown in a dream, so I tried. Nothing happened, even though I knew it was a dream, I knew I was able to fly if I had the expectation present. Disappointed, I saw my sister walking ahead of me, but she was walking funny.. like she was made of melted putty, swinging her arms and legs strangely. She transformed then into a large, sinister character with a monstrous face torn in some parts to reveal his skull, which was slightly on fire, wearing a trench coat. Rorschach meets Ghost Rider, then takes nightmare steroids and grows. He strode quickly toward me, then transformed into an obscure acquaintance. My desire in dreams is to talk to DCs, so I asked him, what do you represent? He answered, you, now. He walked away, gaining a blue toga and a massive bow, like a Greek hero, or Kid Icarus. I looked into the sky, which started to fade to black, then back down to retain my dream awareness. I tried spinning to a new environment to no avail. Knowing this was a lucid dream, I started looking for some lucid booty, and I am not a pirate. I asked several women I saw to undress, but they vehemently defended their honor as any woman in a street would, making me feel self-conscious and slightly abashed. I walked into a nearby building and couldn't change anything. Nothing, I was in a very low degree control over the dream. I talked with a couple people about making plans to go to another dream, and they were drawing up plans for it (a cruise in a wondrous tropical sea with a boatload of girls), when I walked past a man I knew sitting on a couch. He said, Matt, this will always be a part of you, then proceeded to molest a girl I know who he was next to, who was sniffling and unresponsive. Enraged, I lost sight of creating a tropical paradise and wanted to hit him, though I'm not generally violent. As I moved slightly toward him, I merged with the girl on the couch, who turned into a very close lady friend, and the dream turned sexual. I woke up feeling angry, ashamed at the disturbing content and thrown off in general. Did I expect to be turned down? Was the amorous ending a reward for trying to attack evil, or did I give into my anger and become the evil itself? Mainly, I see the strangeness of it all as being caused by my inability to control and manipulate my dream environment (not able to fly, create new dream, etc.). If I had been flying, I think I could have escaped the nightmarish elements of it. The real unanswerable question is, why are the two evil characters in the piece, the fearsome monster hero and the predator, a part of me, and how can I either integrate them into my psyche... or destroy them? Love your enemies despite their wickedness, even if they are within, or are these weeds in me that I should be rooted out and burned?
Updated 05-13-2014 at 08:03 PM by 69120 (Title - Change from Forum Question to DJ Entry)
I had this non-lucid nightmare a few days ago, but it was so vivid and detailed I thought it was worth an entry. The whole dream was dark, like it was night. I was walking down a street in my town, it was quite crowded, and I noticed some of the people were dressed in a strange way. Something that really caught my attention was this really big man lying on the floor, his body was deformed. I went past him feeling a mixture of disgust and shame. A while afterwards I went back to that street walking in the opposite direction, I don't remember where I was coming from. The big man was still there and I noticed another guy, not as big as him but with an equally deformed body, lying near him. Again I went past them, only to find the whole street was full of people dressed up as any kind of scary creatures. I thought that must have been some kind of event, but still I was scared some of them would chase me. At some point I turned to the right, trying to get away from that crazy atmosphere. To my surprise, that street was completely empty and, quite strangely, it was darker than the other. I could barely see where my feet stepped and I was asking myself why on Earth would all the lights be turned off in such a gloomy street. All of a sudden, I noticed someone was walking after me, just a few metres away. I decided not to worry about this and instead, make sure I didn't trip into anything or anyone walking in the opposite direction. In order to do this, I let out a scream every now and then or just said words, anything to make myself noticeable. I had the feeling there was a bike coming towards me, so I made louder noises to let the rider know where I was. The bike went past just a few centimetres away from me. Then, I had the urge to look down to my feet and saw a tube which was well over 30 cm in diametre, and I saw it just in time to not stumble upon it. At this point I noticed I couldn't open my eyes. My eyelids felt really heavy and it was like they were glued shut. I thought this was really strange and there had to be a way I could open them. I even tried it with my hands without success. The dream finished shortly afterwards, once I was getting suspicious about everything that was going on. I guess I would've become lucid if it had gone on for a bit longer.
I'm going to try doing a DJ here, although I'm not so sure I'll be posting much. I haven't really had any majorly interesting dreams (not recently anyway), but I did have one strange dream last night that I suppose could be categorised as a nightmare. I can't remember it too well, though and it's quite short (may have been a fragment). I was in my house I believe, and it was very dark. I knew I wasn't alone because I had this feeling. The feeling I always have in nightmares; the feeling something bad will happen. There were dark monsters or something there (they looked kind of human, but also...not) and I just knew they were going to attack me or kill me. I was scared at first, but then I realised it doesn't matter because they can't really hurt me (I must've realised it was a dream). I then just stood there, arms spread out, and waited for them to come at me but something happened. It was like they jumped into me and I got this... dark feeling inside of me. It was scary. That's all I remember. I woke up before anything else happened. Dreams are so strange and freaky sometimes..
So this was a bit strong. I was in a room with people who wanted to have sex with me. I was in bed with one of them, a girl, and the others were staring. The girl was saying that it wasn't normal that i was a virgin because i was too old (I just turned 19) and that I should lose my virginity. I didn't want to, but I was so terrified that the only thing I said is that I wouldn't do it with more people in the room and that I wanted them to leave. But they wouldn't leave. Also, for some reason I wasn't able to move. That's when I woke up.
3/22/14 1:31 AM Dream number two didn’t exactly happen, but I’m writing down the experience anyways. In summary, I’m pretty much scared when I shouldn’t be lol. I put on some LD Audio before I went to bed (Binaural Beats & Beach Ambience). Then, I put my iPod away and tried to WILD. It worked. I forgot I was WILD-ing for a bit and started to dream “normally”. I was in the back of my Chemistry classroom, and my teacher was reading off dorms for a class trip (this makes sense; I’m going on a field trip later in the year but with a different class). Then I heard a creepy woman’s voice list the types of rooms. Two of them were “Panic Room” and “Lucid Room”. There were about five others but I don’t remember the rest. Panic room was first on the list, so she read the description: “Panic Room. This room will make you want to skin yourself alive.” I then got deep chills from fear/creepiness/whatever. Those chills turned into the intense shaking that someone gets from sleep paralysis (and I realized that). I tried to imagine myself falling into my dream from the sky, since the shaking gave off a “sound” like rushing air. I then saw a creepy skeleton/lady face (but faint, similar to the ghost images you see in front of your eyelids). I then decided not to enter the dream, but instead inhale quickly a couple times and wake up. This did freak me out quite a bit, but I don’t think it is that bad. I did get a few things out of this while having the comfort that dreams are just dreams and I’m always safe, no matter how vivid a LD is. 1) I can induce an LD without the aid of audio. 2) I can enter sleep paralysis. 3) I’m able to WILD without the wake-back-to-bed method. I don’t think my “nightmare” was a negative thing, but rather a way for my body to induce sleep paralysis. The fact that a “lucid” room was mentioned set off a signal for me, and the “panic” was only there to transition into sleep paralysis in a way that made sense to my half-asleep body. The face was only an image my mind reflected from being afraid. It’s rather interesting, really!
In the beginning I knew that a girl was trapped in a house. When I went into the house I saw that there was a person standing behind me, but only when I looked through a mirror. He resembled Edgar Allan Poe. It was scary and I thought being aware of him would make him react, but he didn't. Later I was in a damp cellar like place. I heard someone yelling somewhere in the hallways of this basement. I stood at a fancy two-way staircase (like in mansions) and looked into the mirror there. On the right of my reflection (left from its perspective) was the white person from before. On the other side was a black guy, whom I believed must have owned the yelling voice from earlier. He maybe looked like Marcellus Wallace (sp). Looking at the ghosts in the mirror, I observed that one was wearing Confederate Army clothes and the other wearing Union Army clothes, so I concluded that they were ghosts from the civil war. I think that the house started to collapse after I pointed this out. The end.
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