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    1. Confusing Dream

      by , 10-14-2016 at 12:48 AM
      I was able to enter a hotel like place or maybe a mansion or big house, who knows? It was somewhat vacant and I was free to roam around the entire place, I also was with some male, not sure who, and we walked around the place.

      Then somewhere in a small town like Union, MO or Imperial, MO just some desolate town, I was in the process of moving in this small town with my mother and boyfriend Brandon (at the time). Brandon was trying to kill himself by taking 30 pills, he must have went to the hospital, and then I called him on the phone, and everything was fine. He didn't die. Then he attempted suicide again and succeeded. I was just so happy to talk to him on the phone even if we haven't talked in almost a decade. I keep forgetting it was 10 years since we've talked. I woke up thinking Brandon is Justin or Justin is Brandon. I was just so happy

      Updated 10-14-2016 at 01:00 AM by 91906

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      false awakening , non-lucid
    2. Nap dream...

      by , 03-27-2013 at 09:08 PM
      This entry will be short and sweet because I made a coffee before I wrote down little reminders. Oops, I might leave my little notepad at my desk and remember so I have more details.
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      The first dream probably lasted longer than I can remember, all I remember is being on the hill down my street, and my best friend Gem(My best friend); looking quite ill shouting at me. I somehow went baliistic and ended up trying to take an overdose. I think I ran back to the shop near me and back again, and her mom drove up in a car or something. I can't remember much else from that although I do feel that there is more to the story.

      The second dream I was arguing with a man about wether I was lucid dreaming or not and kept slipping in and out of my dream. We discussed about other things that I have forgotten about. However, I do know it was one of those slight weird astral dream states where conversations and such-like happen. I think I was getting annoyed because I kind of knew I was dreaming, but it was almost like I was being PREVENTED from clicking this time... Huh.
    3. Stranger than a Tragedy

      by , 08-02-2012 at 06:50 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party.

      One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well.

      This went on for awhile until we became relationship status.

      At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions.

      This creeped me out.

      The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me.

      "Why are you following me?!" I asked her.

      "I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly.

      "Excuse me, your story?"

      "I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained.

      Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one.

      "If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked.

      "Wouldn't that ruin things?"

      "I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily.

      She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three."

      "And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?"

      "Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence.

      I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch.

      I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die.

      But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up.

      I ran with this idea. Literally.

      I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view.

      I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape.

      My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck?



      It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen.

      At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running.

      And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over.

      I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy.

      That insensitive bitch.

      I walked out of the strange room and back into town.

      I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast.

      So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice.

      The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all.

      He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

      "Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything."

      I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears.

      "You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it.

      He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will."

      Fuck.

      This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love.

      So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him.

      I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate.

      I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again.

      I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover.

      I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering.

      Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story.

      We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed.

      We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again?



      Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit.

      "Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him.

      We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly.

      "RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me.

      "It's after you, not me!"

      "JUST RUN!!!" He demanded.

      I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house.

      I wondered where on Earth I was.

      There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside.

      After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive.

      "Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn.

      I flipped the light switch on.

      We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified.

      I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet."

      She nodded her blonde head in obedience.

      I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter.

      We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next.

      And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers.

      "...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled.

      "We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered.

      "From who?"

      "It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged.

      She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left.

      We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author.

      My coworker was standing behind her.

      "I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?"

      We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified.

      "Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered.

      Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife.

      He pushed me back, trying to protect me.

      "Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet.

      He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated.

      In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?"

      "Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up."

      I refused.

      "We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked.

      I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning.

      Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off.

      I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already.

      If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse.

      Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life.

      I thought about ending it.

      If I committed suicide, then I would save his life.

      But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story?

      I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life.

      I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide.

      We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas.

      "Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me.

      "Sure."

      "What will it be?" She asked.

      "Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted.

      While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on.



      I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see.

      "What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand.

      It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her.

      "You fucking prick!" She shrieked.

      I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle.

      "You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside.

      Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for.

      I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.