First dream I was with my parents, waiting for a train at a bus station. We asked from which track the train would move, and they said that it would go from "Understation" - a slums complex connected with local train station, built over 50 years ago. I told my parents to wait for the train, and then I went to dormitories to take packages left for me by my associate - this place was a coal mine in the past, and except many beds and hammocks added, it remained mostly the same. There were two packages - beige medicine bags with labels "Head" and "Hat". I took them and tried to give no suspicion, and avoided guard officers wandering the station. I met with my father and gave him the bags, then the train arrived. We entered the closest wagon, while my mother entered the right one, on the front of the train. There were guard officers inside, looking for bags we had. My father opened window and climbed up the train roof. I went on as if nothing happened, and looked for my mother. I found her soon - we had places assigned to stairs, and had to sit on stair steps all the way. She told me to go and look for father, as he haven't appeared yet. I went to another wagon... and found myself in Hawaii, in the middle of a crowd. I tried to find my father, and when I thought that I met him, I said "Let's go." It wasn't him, but one of the guard officers. Looking back, I saw that somehow I can still enter the train, as if I was in different dimension, and wagon entrance was gate back. The officer chased me, but I escaped. When I got closer to the wagon, it just disappeared. I went downstairs to a beach, where I met a chinese martial arts master. He trained me for a while, but I had more important things to do. Instead of saying that I must go, I splashed him with sea water. He did the same, and after a while of splashing, he took an enormous mussel out of the water, and thrown at me. I dodged, and found a boat. In the same moment I hear screams. There were devils running on the beach. They were small but muscular and whole red with mischevious smile. They spawned a huge beast, and teleported back to hell. I shouted "Onward!" and crashed my boat with the beast. It died. I knew there was a building where I can find persons responsible for that. There was a two storey wooden house nearby. It's backyard was cluttered with dismembered limbs and bodies, there were also weapons and strange carnivorous monsters. I took weapons and entered the house. There were cultists inside. I tried to shoot them down, but they were immune to my bullets.
Morning of August 30, 2015. Sunday. I typically do not post audio-dominated dreams online (yet, anyway) and do not even have many archived in digital format though will make an exception here. This dream starts out in the nightly light stages of sleep paralysis I always experience and usually enjoy. There is no usual “buzzing” or oscillation in this stage and no “rolling waves” as in other levels. I remain in a deep peaceful state but am aware of some sort of energies moving above me and to my right side. Suddenly, I clearly hear someone say “I’m six years old!” right over me but closer to my right ear. This surprises me but does not quite startle me. I cannot tell if the voice is (or is “meant” to be) male or female, but it sounds like a tulpa learning to sound human, as the voice is in at least three discordant layers of different pitches, slightly metallic and slightly nasal. It almost makes me laugh myself awake at the audacity of this being, however young or old it actually is (as well as the musical quality bringing on an odd cheerful response to my emotion). There is a “fuzziness” to the audio as if filtered somehow, though in another sense, it sounds very natural. The being seems to have others “hovering” around them. She (or he) touches me on the shoulder and near my forehead but then the state of consciousness shifts to another location before I can respond or “speak” (telepathically) with any coherent thought of any kind. I am then watching a female in her forties standing at a complaint department in possibly a clothing store around Christmastime, seemingly to my right. She babbles bizarrely in accelerated audio and flings several packages to the floor and onto the counter in a strange musical charade that sounds like pieces of different musical measures (late 1960s?) in random sequences. Again, I almost start laughing, but she looks very frustrated (but does not regard me in any way). It is almost as if she can only “speak” in distorted random musical measures mixed with human vocalized gibberish rather than solely human-like. From here (into a different type of dream state), I am at a construction site, possibly unseen by anyone else (as I am seemingly not noticed or directly regarded at any point). It is the beginning of the foundation and framework of perhaps a four-storey (or higher) building. A man looks up and says loudly, “You better get down here” (emphasis on “down”) to a male on at least the second level of framework - the voice having a tone of authority as well as mild concern and with a slightly musical inflection as if he had said the same phrase often before. This shouting slightly shifts my consciousness and this dreaming stage is over.