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My subconscious rarely tells me happy love stories. It was interesting though, and there were also moments where we heard each others thoughts.

My character was not defined, I wasn't precisely myself, but I wasn't a character from the show. My love interest was actor Matt Ryan wearing the guise of John Constantine from the TV series. He wore his trademark white button-up, loosened tie and black slacks. I feel like there was more before this point and I just don't remember. Anyway. Constantine is lying supine on a flat elevated surface, in a barren living room with one large window and dull beige carpet. There are two other people in the house, a man and a woman. We are holed up here while we wait for some threat to descend, they hate John and me by association. The man comes into the room and hovers over John who is clearly unconscious.
At first he only mutters insults under his breath but soon this abuse escalates to pinches and prods. I rush to his aid, yelling at the man to stop, hastily dropping to my knees beside Constantine's head as he stirs restlessly. He raises his head and shoulders wrongly convincing me that he's conscious. I cradle his head to my folded knees with one hand and grab the man's wrist with the other to stop him, but he proves too strong and wrests himself from my grip. He lands several blows to John's rib cage, growling at him.
John's eyes snap open, fogged with confusion and enraged by the intrusion. In a moment of fast building tension, the man's aggression begins to peak, incensed by Constantine's own irritation. I know that if he lashes out he'll just regret it. I try turning his attention to me by speaking his name. He doesn't notice and just smacks weakly at his assailant telling him to bugger off. Jesus, he has the accent and everything. It's confusing, John recoils under a rain of shallow strikes, but once John is lucid, it's his acidic remarks that turn the man on his heels.
"Hey, I'm sorry okay?" The apology turns his focus to me. "I tried to stop him, but he was too strong." I need him to know I wasn't just standing by while someone hurt him. My hair falls in a dark curtain past my shoulder as I lean over him, my palm to his cheek, fingers along his jaw. His expression is unusually...soft, unguarded, like he's not sure he's awake. It startles me because I'm not used to seeing him without his sardonic armor. I realize he has said something to me and I was too busy staring at him to hear it. "What?"
Why are you looking at me like that? he thinks, saying "Is everything alright?"
I notice also that one of his eyes is half green and half brown, split vertically. It's extraordinary. "Yes." I say, thinking I've never noticed your eye before...I brush my thumb across his cheekbone, he closes his eyes all the tension easing from his face. I know he would like me to believe that this attraction is one sided so I withdraw my hand and eventually he sits up and I leave him.

The second part has a little WoW mixed in. There's a complex building, a dark warren of rooms and narrow halls. A young woman in our group was turned by a supposed ally and brought here by a cultist, to cast a spell that would serve the Rising Darkness. I slip into the hallway from the courtyard. The door at the other end stands open and I see one black-robed cultist raising her arms and chanting. In the first room to my left is an Ogre boss that I know I'll have to kill before going into the final room. I turn to fight. It shakes its weapon overhead, enraged at the sight of me. I seriously miscalculated, it wasn't alone and I died horribly, so I had to run back to my corpse like in the game. By the time I returned it was all over.
The house suddenly feels busy, Constantine comes into the Ogre room through a broken window, followed by Chaz and several others. The daylight shines white behind him, outlining his frame in a glowing aura. His face is what strikes me though, his features are grimly worried and exhausted, with a thin sheen of sweat. His dark eyes glitter in the half light, and I hear his thought clearly. You're better off without me, love.
But I'm not. I think.
This has never happened to me before, it is not a sensation I'm familiar with even when awake so this was also particularly striking. An ache settled into my chest and arms with the absence of him. Never have I been so consumed with the need to embrace a person and I couldn't decide what was worse: the haunted way he was looking at me, or the negative space between us.
I close the span between us and and whisper a word past the sudden knot in my throat, unable to articulate my feelings. It was unthinkable to leave him standing there alone, to leave this aching unattended. When did this longing become such a deep, unspoken part of our interactions? When did it become this?
I knew then that he would have left without telling me and had instead came here to my rescue. I had, after all, charged off on my own. Our arms went fluidly around each other, two halves suddenly made whole. The malaise vanished. I could feel where his wrists crossed between my shoulder blades, unyielding as stone, he was solid. Real. I was short, like my waking self, so the top of my head only reached his shoulder. His shirt felt coarse against my cheek and ear where they pressed hard against his chest, I could feel the fine tremor that shook throughout his entirety. Because this hurt too, in a different way. I feel one of his hands move up and the pull of my hair on my scalp as his hand clenched into a fist in it before settling on the back of my neck. No, I wasn't better off at all.

There's a lapse and I'm most definitely myself, in my kitchen, talking to my dad on the phone. This was a couple days after my first student showcase where I've been learning guitar, and I didn't invite my dad because he can be overly critical. He has heard about the showcase and called to ask why he didn't know about it until after. He has somehow seen a recording of it and starts in on my performance. I get really angry and start yelling at him, saying "THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN'T INVITED." I drop the phone, and people in the other room can hear my argument. Constantine thinks I've hung up and mentions loudly to someone nearby that he can't believe someone would treat their daughter this way and calls my dad an asshole. Because I'm actually still on the phone, I start talking loudly hoping my dad didn't hear any of that....and then I woke up.

Apparently I like anti-heroes. *eye-roll*

Post-edit 12/22/2014: Okay, so on the 12th I watched the most recent episode of Constantine. I borrowed a few elements, but I hadn't watched it closely because I was getting ready for work and I only just now really sat down to watch it.

Spoiler for Vague Constantine Spoilers (Because I'm too lazy to go into exact detail):

So the interesting bit here isn't what I borrowed from what I watched before the dream, it's in what I didn't know I was borrowing until just now.
Very loosely: A character is kidnapped, it sounds like it's by a cult.
They introduce the Big Bad for the season, a group of warlocks everyone thought has been extinct for eons.
A woman they thought was their friend betrayed John.
How I touched John's face in the dream mirror's John's action toward a woman near the end of the episode.
I saw Chaz climbing in through the broken window holding the same knife as at the end of the episode.

Certain lyrics from The Honey Trees songs, Golden Crown and Siren.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid.

The ogre:
In this dream, i'm in some forest place with someone who i assume is my partner. we're currently walking through a tribe of humans and ogres, but i get a feeling that the ogres will soon turn against the humans and that we should get away as soon as possible. Well, i was right. And as we exit, we draw the attention of one ogre by accident and he starts to chase us. We run into what looks like an urban building still in construction.

As we go in, we realize we have just trapped ourselves in here, so we act quickly and me and my partner pick up a big metal pipe and thrust it through the ogres stomach as he walks into the building. After that, we use the time that gave us to look for weapons, i find a knife. The ogre walks in and we fight, i get knocked around a decent bit and get a bad cut on my leg, it hurts. As the ogre swings at me again, me and my partner block the attack and start continuously stabbing it, it soon dies.

After it dies, i realize i've probably been seriously wounded, i wake up with the feeling of my left leg being cut but the sensation soon faded.

House fight:
All i remember in this one, is that i'm outside at night and these people are attacking me. All the punches and chops i use are all ineffective because for some reason, it's hard to put any force behind my attacks since it's a dream. Either way, i throw a hammer fist and for some reason, i was able to put a lot of force behind that, i then defeated my enemies with it.

(This is an old dream, I just thought this would be a nice start)
(Oh, and I'm going to write these as stories rather than descriptions)


It was just an average day in school, except, it wasn't. It was an average night, but at school. So it was just another night at school. I was hanging with my friends, talking about random stuff, then there came a noise. Outside was about a thousand aliens, like the jakals from Halo's covenant all covered in purple armor. I ran out, for no reason, I just thought it would be fun to fight som aliens, so I did. I even started flying, even though it was a normal dream. I eventually got bored and flew back inside. Everyone was cowering in the cafeteria, lying down, shaking and whispering to eachother.

"Oh, come on!" I complained, only a few bothered to turn their heads.

The girl I liked at the time (as in I like someone else), let's call her: "W" (her name doesn't even have a W in it), anyways, she was lying with some random guy. He gave her his hat and they started kissing. Suddenly, an ogre with an apple for a head and a cape knocked down the door and everyone went running, except W and the random guy, they were still kissing (I don't think they ever stopped) The ogre shot fire and I got up to fight him. A rather....well, large, person ran by scraming on fire, throwing paper everywhere.

"Why?" said the ogre.

I simply shrugged and threw paper at him, which caught on fire as it left my hands. (unfortunately paper has a lot of air resistance, so it barely made it a foot away).

I ran out the cafeteria and into the basement, except it was the basement of my dad's house. I found Brett (my best friend) and we waited. It was only a few seconds before the ogre ran through the door. We went into the safe room, a white, finished room alone in the corner of my basement. The ogre followed. I found a container of apple juice and somehow figured it was flamable, so I threw it at the ogre and he errupted into flames.

After that, I'm pretty sure I went back upstairs and W was still kissing the random guy....but his hat was gone.

The Ogre-Elf

I´m in Hell...Around me only exists fire, ashes and brimstone...

Suddenly, in front of me,an ogre-elf appears. He is gigantic, like 50 stories high.

I´m inside a bird cage, an old one, those who had a round topside.
The whole cage is brown.

I manage to open the birdcage, and i start running.

I can feel the ogre-elf trying to reach me with his hand. I get scared...but all of a sudden, i realize i´m dreaming!

And then i thought:" If i throw myself into the ogre-elf´s hand, my fear will be so great, so tremendous that i´m gonna wake up right know"

I woke up

Comments: This is the first dream i remember, ever...
i must had four or five years old... and as far as i know, it was a lucid one...

(from a few nights ago....most ADD dream ever...)

The first thing I remember is begin part of some kind of secret service or other government organization . Our boss tells us that we are to transport the Major of the United States (best title ever) to somewhere (we are a lower rank and there for do not get the whole story). He put the major in the back and tied his hands to the front seat, we did not question this in the least. We transported him where he was meant to go and were suddenly in a department store. I was looking at tape measures, for the sake of looking at tape measures. They could come in handy, right? but the good one is $20 so I move on. I find these amazing green suspenders that don't have a price on them. I want to find out but I know we will have to leave soon. Someone comes up to me and says she will find out, and if they are cheap buy them for be and "she would pay me back." I thank her, pause, and then realize what she said made no sense. She meant to say "I would pay her back" right?

In any case it is time to press on. We have a prisoner to transfer, but somehow no car anymore. This will not delay us however, we took him in a trash bag. We start on down the road with suddenly a lot to carry, and I have my green child who is half ogre with me. I do not have enough hands to carry everything now that I have it and my mom randomly shows up to help me carry stuff. As we walk my mom begins to sing something in a beautiful soprano. I start to harmonize and then stop when it gets to high for me.

The man leading us down the street suddenly asks "anyone know where we are going?" We laugh and say "aren't you supposed to know?" Then I say "We are transporting a prisoner right? Then we should stop at city hall first." (I am so smart XD) Everyone agrees and we press on.

I am suddenly in line at a place that has the appearance of a bank. I am their to ask someone questions about how to best raise my half ogre half human in a racist world. I am worried he will get discriminated against and want to raise him right! On the counter to the left has cell phones attached to it. One rings and I answer it. "I had a question about social networking." she says. "Okay," I say, "do you have a Facebook, Twitter and Linkedin?" I ask. "Yes" she answers. I think to myself Then good job! Your done! but ask "then what do you need to know?" She explains that she wants to do better and that she does not know enough. The lady behind me in line starts getting annoyed as the line moves and I don't to talk on the phone. I finally realize that the lady on the phone wants to get more notification emails from her accounts to know when things are happening. I could not help but think Who in their right mind wants notification emails? Is that not the first thing you turn off?! But I guide her to where her user settings are and she excitedly asks me to hold so she can try it. The lady behind me in line then hangs up the phone and glares at me to move forward, it is my turn.

I walk up to the desk and begin to explain to the woman that I have questions how to properly raise my son so he thought he was good the way he was, and did not flinch when people mocked him for being different. She asks me if I have the child with me. I realize he is not in my arms and am slightly alarmed. I turn around to see Shrek with him and I smile and ask to see him for the sake of the woman. He then throws the child to me and I am scared until I catch him. I thought You did NOT just throw this child at me! in a nice playful way. He is extremely heavy but I get a grip on him and turn to address the woman again. I see that she is a creepy old woman, her face is long and droopy and she is wearing glasses that curve to a point at the edges. She glares at me with hate and the need to move the line along. I think This is the wrong person to ask about discrimination, and move on.

We are outside some kind of ring. It is like a hallway with clear windows with brick surrounding each room. There was a basketball game going on. But for some reason we were talking about it like it was a fight to the death or something. We had to split into teams of two within teams of 4. Someone says "I don't see why we have to break into such small teams. They aren't usually this small." I could not help but think of Enders Game in battle school when he had one more toon than all the other leaders. I laughed at the guy as if he himself defied Enders genius. I look across to another woman we were with and we exchanged a look of Yeah, we are SO a team! I see my baby sitting next to her. I have another moment of panic realizing he was not with me as I thought he was. But I somehow know she is also the mother, and I smile to her. (oh dreams, you silly) She catches him as he almost falls and looks to me with a grin like What a silly child we have.

I look into the basketball game going on and I see the girl that was going to check on the price of the suspenders for me playing, only she is HUGE! She towers over everyone else and is dominating the game. However I was only insulted that she did not actually check on the price like she said she would.

Into the depth:
I was in what appeared to be a dungeon, reminded of me Diablo II for anyone who has played that game. It was crazy dark, dark enough that you can't see where you're going. I can't recall the start but I was with someone and I picked up a torch as we made our way through some of the earlier levels. I make it to a safe area(surface?) and was informed that my mother has descended into the dungeon. I decide to follow her and place the torch so that its sticking out of my backpack. The idea was that monsters are attracted to the darkness and this would help me to protect my back as well as light my way. I believe that I was also using a flashlight but not positive. As I was descending deeper into the dungeon, I was noting the black with a slight greenish tint stairs which looked like they were glossy.



We had to descend very deep to finally find my mother. She was near a very large gate, similar to those old castle gates, albeit this was a bit stretched. It has 2 large rings on it which were black and the whole gate was made of what appeared to be dark wood with a gloss. My mother beckoned us to not open the gates because she was just there and escaped, but it was too late, since, my partner automatically opened them. It was pretty dark in there, but, you can see some pillars with some things moving. Two monsters, one being a really large ogre with a hideous face appeared.

I ran further down, my mother followed but alas it seemed like my partner meet his end after he was trapped in the left corner of the gate. I tried to do some magic, possibly to push them back and it worked slightly but they were still following us. I tried some bizzare move to use 2 pins to stop them, as in clip them to the stairs, but, that didn't work. You think? XD I decided to face them and move in landing 5 punches but his body was pretty hard. I didn't feel any pain but it was like hitting a wall. He must've pushed me because I fell back noting that "He is hard to punch" to my mother as I woke up.

Thoughts: Had this in either my 4th or 5th REM cycle