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Husband and I are on a roadtrip. We had been staying somewhere in the midwest, and I was driving us back to California. I originally wanted to do it in a day, but looking at the distance we had in front of us, I know we'll need a hotel for the night.

DT calls my cellphone and asks if we want to hang out. He's in Las Vegas, we're in a car, and he sees right away on an interactive map that it won't work.

Seeing a sign on the highway for $3.25 key duplicates, I pull over for gas and to get duplicates of a key. The staff at the bustling center take our details and key, but it takes a long time for them to finish my order. Husband and I sit with the crowd of travelers also waiting for their keys.

A man, who from his accent appears to be from India, tries to flirt with me rather aggressively. I politely turn him down and walk away, where I see his friend, also focused on me. Now I see there are three men in total, all trying to get closer to me and acting somewhat hostile. I run away and to an area where, I realize too late, the rest of the crowd can't see me. The men follow and start closing in. I decide to fake an epileptic fit and fall to the ground screaming to scare the men off and hopefully alert the crowd. It works - the crowd hears me and comes to help, and then men run away. Later, the crowd tells me how glad they are I wasn't raped.

i was at this house with my siblings....and the setting around the house changed.....and i was at this pond thing....an me and my 2 bothers found this small dock and this shed thing that had only one door and it lead to the water.....the pond kept changing size and shape....and my brother that was 2 years younger than me was cleaning it out....and i was helping him take stuff back to the house because that place was packed and my other brother (6 years younger than me) was using this boat to transport us.....and it looked like a toy and barely fit me and him.....

then we decided to use a zip line to take things to and from the shed......the house was up hill.......and i eyed up where to put the line.....and thought it would be good to take things down to the shed......but everyone else thought it would be better to move things from the shed up to the house.....so they did that instead.....which had gravity going backwards.....but i didn't care.......and we had a ski lift type chair made of cardboard transporting people up hill....there were no mechanics.....just a thin rope which i was surprised didn't snap......and we had 2 people on swings that were a foot from the ground to tell us if the rope looked like it was going to snap.......and the one asked what she should do.....and i told her to scream if she falls because that means the people much higher up are falling and going to die.......

and then we were going back and forth in the boat......and i accidentally knocked over the water color drawings my two sisters made and they were mad......the water was hip high and they had it in a bucket to dry.....and i moved and a small wave knocked over the bucket and they were both pissed at me

the next dream.....we were in the same house.....but there was a tiny alley to go through to get from the street to the back yard where the only door was.....and the alley was so tiny i don't even know how i fit because my ears kept scraping the walls......and my friend was following me there.....and we got to the back yard......and she asked why i didn't just go through the back yard from the road out back because that looked much easier......then i saw a snake that my mom's ex-boyfriend was holding....he was always trying to scare me......it had teeth like a shark but it was obviously dead so i didn't care.......then there were tiny snakes as long as my finger that kept falling from the sky......and these guys from the conservation district came and dug up our yard and put them in buckets of water that we all had to get from the stream across the street.......none of this was weird to me though

the next dream....i was in the same house.....except i was getting these tests with weird questions.......they took me to the attic so it would be quiet....but it was summer and hot and they didn't even open a window.......and the first question i messed up.......because they had an upside down Q and i had to match it to the keyboard and i hit where the q would be on a regular keyboard without looking at the buttons......they were all really weird looking.....and then i had to start over......and they had me defining weird words i've never heard of.......but i seemed to get all the questions right.......when i got down stairs......which was a ladder....i have no idea how the test lady did it in high heals though..........she said she had the results.......and she was talking to the other lady.....and they were whispering and saying that my problem was pretty much that i was too smart for my own good

the next one was me getting raped and beaten and taken to a hospital to get bandaged up and report it......and they switched me to a guy doctor who wanted to transfer me to another long term hospital for trauma.....and i kept begging the nurses to get me a different doctor because i didn't want a guy after what i'd been through and i cried the whole dream

the next was me just talking with my siblings at my old house....but i kept having these thoughts of wanting to hit them all the time like my mother did....and i kept crying whenever i thought of it.......and my mother kept hitting them but then my dream would flash and it would be me watching myself hit them from outside of my body and i would cry more

the next was at a costume store.....but i was getting art supplies.....and these two guys with guns came in to rob it and i was telling them that the dress looks more like a t-shirt and i need to add lots of fabric to it (like i did to my halloween costume last year)......and i kept annoying them and not being afraid and they rolled their eyes and walked out

I am at a party with ass-tons of people I know. My friend Zaine has received rumor he's going to get raped by this girl we all know. Well that's not good. I decide to volunteer for the job of protecting Zaine from getting raped. I scan the area, looking for the girl. I spot her with her friends at a table not too far away. Zaine decides he wants to leave before something bad happens. Unfortunately, he has to go past the girl no matter what. Damn, we're in quite a fix here. I now come up with a plan. I have Zaine begin to walk out, and I go to a different side of the room. I crawl under the tables and head towards the girl. I reach her, and I touch her feet. She is startled, and Zaine wanders past unnoticed. I now awake.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)

This dream takes place in a sort of Medieval fantasy world, much like Lord of the Rings. I am my dream incarnation Kalima, who has orange hair and wears a white and violet dress. I am in the center of a large valley of some kind. I am on a flat plain surrounded completely by large snowy mountains. It is cold and dry and it is either late autumn or I am far north, though there is no snow on the ground.

I know I am trying to find my way to a certain land, but I do not know how to get there. I am in the process of escaping another land where people are trying to kill me because I have been accused of witchcraft. A while ago I was being pursued by a group of men dressed in furs who were riding black horses, but somehow I avoided them and ended up in this valley. I am nervous because there are no trees or large boulders to hide behind and if the horsemen make there way into this valley, they will surely see me.

I head for the smallest range of mountains and try to traverse over it, but I lack supplies and I am starving, I am too tired and it is too cold. I collapse and some travellers find me and take me to their cabin on the other side of the mountain. I sleep for a long time and when I awake I am in a trance like state and I start drawing maps because for some reason I am unable to speak and cannot tell my rescuers where I am trying to go.

Some of the older men in the family recognizes the land I have drawn in my map and they gathers supplies to try and take me there. We travel for a long time and are almost at my destination when the horsemen find us and attack us. All of the men I am travelling with, except one, are killed and we are taken prisoner. We are taken to a camp set up by the horsemen and I am interrogated and tortured because the horsemen want to know where I was headed, though for some reason I am still unable to talk. Late in the night thw lone survivor of the men I had been travelling with is tortured and killed. After his death some of the horsemen gang rape me repeatedly.

Dawn comes and I am traumatized and exhausted and am looking forward to the horsemen killing me for witchcraft because I do not want to live anymore. Before they can assault me further the horsemen's camp is attacked by elven warriors and the horsemen flee or are killed. I am overhwelmed by everything that has happened and pass out.

When I wake up I am in a large palace somewhere and there are beautiful elven people walking around and whispering softly in the grand halls. My wounds are dressed and there is fresh fruit and bread on a table near by soft bed. I am still traumatized from the torture and rape, and still unable to talk, yet somehow I know that I have arrived at my destination and I fall back into a such deep sleep that I do not know if I am just asleep or if I have died.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)


I am an archeology student working in a museum in Montreal. I have volunteered to document and study items that are in the backrooms of the museum's storage areas. All of the items had been ignored or forgotten about because no previous archeologists thought they were important. The civilizations or cultures and time frame the artifacts come from are unknown and it is my job to find out when and where they came from. The items I found and set aside to look at include various peices of ancient looking jewelry, a few peices of pottery and a roughly triangular peice of metalwork that features some sort bird with its wings spead out and the bird's head facing to the right. The outline of the bird and the outer edge of the peice is orange while the background is a deep blue. I give this item the name of the "Eagle Crest."

I tell my department head (Professor Alberts) about the items and he doesn't seem interested at first but says that I can continue my investigations as long as they do not interfere with my other student studies in the museum. One night, after closing time, I am working on a thesis on a computer in one of the museum offices and suddenly a bunch of screens and files start popping up at random and I cannot close them. The files that are appearing are refering to some of the items I found and disclosed to Prof. Alberts and when the files start being downloaded to an outside source I finally realize that the computer is being hacked and I turn it off.

The next day I tell Prof. Alberts what happened and he tells me to put the items in his office where they will be safe, which I do, except for the Eagle Crest, which I had on my desk, because I wanted to study it that night. When night comes, after everyone has gone home, the museum is broken into and the box of artifacts I had set aside to study was stolen from Prof. Alberts's office, except for the crest which was in my desk in another part of the museum. The buglars stole nothing else and seemed to beeline only for that box of artifacts and this made me think that they knew exactly what they were looking for and knew where to find it. Suspecting an inside job, I do not tell Prof. Alberts that I still have the Eagle Crest and instead I hide it in one of the unorganized and unused storerooms filled with undocumented artifacts, knowing that no one will find it there. I am also worried that if I come forward that I did not put the crest where it was supposed to go the night of the robbery, that people will think I had something to do with the robbery itself or knew about it in some way.

Later I am in my apartment thinking about the crest and the robbery and the nagging feeling that the two are related somehow. It is early in the morning because I have not been able to sleep and I am in my night clothes with are nothing more than an orange tank top and blue panties. I am so deep in thought that I do not hear someone enter my apartment until that person opens my bedroom door. It is a tall, thin, blond man, wearing glasses and dressed in a black suit. He is holding a handgun and demands that I get dressed and come with him. I am freaked out that someone is in my apartment but also angry and embarassed that I am walked in on when wearing so little clothing. I demand that he turn around so I can change but he says no and watched me with no expression as I get dressed. I ask him who he is and where we are going but he ignores me and says that I need my identifaction and passport. I resist leaving my apartment but the man says that I am in danger if I stay and that he is taking me somewhere safe. I demand to know why I should trust him and he says that there are some gangsters on their way to kidnap me because they think I know the location of the Eagle Crest and that they will torture me to get the location of it. I ask the man how I am supposed to know if I can trust him or not but he ignores me again, grabs my arm and drags me downstairs to his car waiting behind the building. I know he has a gun so I don't want to piss him off and just obey.

As we are in his car and pulling out of the apartment complex driveway, a car pulls up to the front of the building and several large, burly looking men in dark suits and wearing sunglasses get out and start toward the apartment. One of them looks our way and they seem to recognize either me or the man I am with because he begins shouting and the other men begin running our way, pulling out guns and pointing them in our direction. The blond man speeds out of there and down the street as fast as he can, even as the gangsters start shooting in our direction. The blond man ignores the traffic lights and roadsigns and races through the streets at top speed but soon the dark car is behind us and we are followed all the way out of Montreal. We speed and weave through traffic and eventually seem to lose our pursuers. I ask my kidnapper where we are going and he says New York City. I begin crying because I am scared and the man says that I should not be afraid because none of this is my fault and that he is just trying to protect me. I say I still don't know if I can trust him or not, and he asks me to open the glove compartment which I do. Inside is a large silver coloured hand gun and he asks me to take it. I protest because I have never held a gun before, let alone use one, and he says that it is for my protection and that he will tell me how to use it.

Shortly after giving me instructions on how to use the gun and telling me to hide it in my bag, the blond man loses control of his car when we are rear ended by the dark car filled with gangsters that has suddenly caught up with us. The car skids out of control and comes to a stop in a ditch and before the blond man can reach for his own gun, several of the gangsters open fire through the driver's side window and he is struck several times. I am pulled kicking and screaming from the passenger side and dragged over to the gangster car and forced into the trunk. My bag is still hanging over my side and the gangsters do not search through it. It is hot and cramped in the trunk and we drive for a long time. I do not know how long but it is dark by the time the goons stop at a motel and finally let me out of the trunk. They let me go to the bathroom in the motel room and I lock myself in and cry for a while. Eventually they bash the door down and force me to come out. None of the gangsters talk to me at first, but one tries to get me to tell him the location of the Eagle Crest by saying that they will let me go immediately if I tell them where it is. I say that I don't know and that it was stolen when the museum I was interning at was broken into. This is the answer I give many time when they press the same question many times in different ways. Eventually they give up and let me fall asleep on one of the beds.

I wake up at some point in the night and without moving myself much to alert them to my wakened state I try to see were the goons are. Two are sleeping on chairs by the window and I cannot determine the location of the third, but the fourth is laying on the other motel bed with his pants pulled down and masterbating to a pornographic film playing on the television. I am using my bag as a pillow and I can feel the outline of the gun under my head, but I still lay motionless, fearful to alert the gangster who is still awake that I too am conscious. I close my eyes with the intention of waiting for the guy to fall asleep but just then the gangster that I could not locate comes out of the bathroom and jokes with the other guy that they should rape me while I am sleeping. The other guy thinks that is a great idea and rolls off of his bed and on top of me. I scream and struggle and try to reach for the gun but I am dragged out of its reach by the two goons who pull me to the end of the end and start ripping my clothes off of me. My screams awaken the other two gangsters and they fight off the would be rapists and remind them that I am not to be harmed until "the Boss" can speak to me.

The goons start arguing and even fistfighting and I am able to grab my bag and lunge at the door. One of the gangsters grabs my legs and pulls me to the floor, as the other three goons take no notice and continue fighting amounst themselves, and while the guy who has me struggles to hold my logs with both arms, my hands are free and I pull the gun out of my bag, unlock the safety and stoot the guy holding me squarely in the forehead. The other three gangsters stop fighting and stand stunned for a second as I scramble out of the dead man's grasp and for the door. The gangsters simutaneously reach for their steel and I am sure that I am dead when the motel room door is kicked in and a hail of machine gun bullets rips into the bodies of the remaining gangters and cuts them down where they stand.

I look up and see the blond haired man from before standing there holding two mini tommi guns, blood from his own gunshot wounds all over his shirt and a trickle of blood out of his mouth. He is backlit from headlights in the parking lot and looks enraged as he stands there and stares down the bloody corpses of my kidnappers. His expression softens when he sees that I am alright and I don't know how he survived being shot several times but he takes me away from there and we continue drivng down the highway - I assume to New York City, but I am not sure because I cannot remember anything more from this dream other than that the blond man reveals that Prof. Alberts organized both the robbery and my kidnapping and was "the Boss" behind the whole mess. He also revels what the Eagle Crest is and why it is important (it is magic or something?) but I cannot remember exactly what the details were now.

every time i try to control a dream or i think i am in control, it takes a dark turn. it will already be taking a dark turn and when i try to change it it gets even worse. ask me about some of my worst dreams.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)


I cannot remember the beginning of this dream but the main character is Link from the Ledgend of Zelda series, but instead of a green tunic he is wearing jeans, t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He is also carrying a dark blue napsack over his sholder and does not have a sword. It is night and Link is walking through a small town that looks abandoned. All the lights are out and there are no cars or people on the streets. The houses and buildings lining the street are completely dark and even the street lamps are out. The only source of light is the full moon.

The town gives way to a huge parkspace with many trees and cobblestone paths. In the very center of the park is a colonial mansion sitting in from of a large stone fountain. Link is drawn towards the colonial mansion because there are lights burning on the bottom floor and he thinks it may not be abandoned like the rest of the town seems to be.

As Link approaches the house he sees a young woman standing alone near the corinthian pillars at the house's front facade. Suddenly a black van comes speeding up to the house's driveway and stops right in front of the fountain. A heavy built, beaded man jumps out of the van and grabs the young woman and throws her down on the ground. The hairy man undos his pants and tries to rape the young woman but Link jumps in and hits the man with his napsack. The young woman runs away as Link kicks the rapist in the head a few times. The hairy man crawls back into his van and tries to drive away but crashes his van into the fountain, causing water to flood the mansion's driveway.

Link can suddenly hear many voices coming from inside the house, as well as rock music, and follows the sounds to a large room where many people are sitting around little tables drinking beer while a live band plays in the back. It actually looks like Link has just stepped into a seedy bar of somekind, the only difference being the large bay windows that look out over the park.

There is a man in a dark suit of great importance at the largest table, surrounded by body guards and gyrating women, and he signals to Link to join him at the table. They have a conversation but I cannot remember what was said now, though near the end I vaguely remember Link telling the other man that he does not want to be enemies anymore and is just trying to get along with him, or something.

I keep having dreams that my younger, 2 year old, sister is being raped.

In the first dream I didn't see her being raped, but I was at this guys house. I didn't know him but he seemed familiar. I said I was going to get something from the kitchen so I left my sister with him. When I came back in the room I heard her whimpering from the couch. In the dream he had shoved her under a blanket and between the couch cushions. She was bloody and crying, and I screamed in the dream and woke myself up.

In the second dream I was up in Big bear, and there was this guy there. I don't know him in RL, but in the dream he was a family friend. I walked into his cabin and saw him raping her. I went into a rage and took her off of him and starting beating him. I shoved my thumbs into his eyes, and put my feet on his shoulders and started pulling on his head, causing it to rip off. I then grabbed my sister, and put her in a manila envelope, wrapped her in a blanket and ran to the hospital (which was across the street for some reason). After that I don't remember much of the dream.

I was just hoping that maybe there would be some interpretation of this dream, or why I'm having them. Google isn't very helpful with dream guides, lol.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two kind of burly, fat, white guys managed to rape two guys and a woman. I saw the men and women close up, as if I were right near their faces as they were getting raped (all three at once?). I wanted to stop the men from raping the people, but I was on some kind of drugs, and I was too numb or dumb to do anything. Plus, I was probably also afraid of the whole situation.

I later heard or thought over the story of the men. They had done something like this before. They may have been something like bodyguards. They always guarded one particular celebrity. The celebrity was either a young man or a boy, and he was possibly very pretty. The celebrity didn't have much in the way of a personality. He was kind of a pretty face and not much else. But his father was possibly really mean to the security guards.

So, at this time in the past, the bodyguards heard that the father was going to be gone and that another celebrity, possibly male as well, was coming to visit the first celebrity. So, to revenge themselves on the father, the bodyguards raped the visiting celebrity while the first father was away.

For some reason I thought, Well that kind of makes sense. That was revenge. But this time, it doesn't make sense at all.

I was now outside in the daytime. I was in a place that looked like an Ancient Greek plaza. There was a long, rectangular fountain-pool running along one side of the plaza. The plaza seemed to be enclosed by stone walls.

A woman was walking in the pool. The water went up to about mid-calf on her. The woman was young, white, kind of cute, with short, red hair. She wore a long, white toga and possibly a wreath around her head. The wreath may have included small fruits.

This woman was the woman who had gotten raped. But now it was like she hadn't quite gotten raped, but like she had only gotten harrassed a bit while the two men had gotten raped. The girl seemed to remember nothing. She said she was so hung over from last night's party. She had apparently had a lot of booze and drugs.

The woman walked back and forth in the pool, and I followed her. I didn't feel like I deserved to talk to her. After all, I hadn't been able to protect her from the men.

There was more to the beginning but I do not remember what it is.

The first part I remember was standing in front of a table with strange displays of different types of dirt in large amounts. We were told to find these worm-like things in the dirt. I saw one sticking out of one of the clumps of dirt and grabbed it. I showed it to whoever was asking us to search for them and he told me that it was the wrong kind and that I was holding a leech. I quickly threw it to the center of the table and began searching again. The worms he was looking for where about half the size and were thicker on one end. There was suddenly (a zelda esk) radar on the left part of the "screen" that showed the leeches as blue dots and the worm things as white dots. I continued gathering until the dream changed.

I was trying to talk to someone (all I remember is that she was a mother) when I had a bad taste in my mouth or something and turned to spit. I spit and spit but it still tasted bad and I felt nauseous. Slowly the spit was getting bigger until it was a stream of liquid, like I was barfing with out hacking, it was just leaking out of me.

The dream shifted, but continued, to me talking on the phone with one of the mothers kids. I forget what she said, but she told me something that made me realize who was the murderer in a current mystery. It was her mother that I had talked to earlier, and her little sister. I run out of the room to a group of people and tell them who the murderer is, but no one is listening. One motions to a little girl, and I know it is the little sister, but she is 3 years old. I am confused and put the phone back to my ear to talk to the girl again, but the line is dead, no static, nothing. I know that she is dead and become frantic, yelling at people to call the police, that she just got killed. No one listens. I tell them that I do not know her address and have no information to tell the police, but I know they do. I beg them to help her but I am ignored again.

I try to go into the settings of my phone to find the address but I can't figure out how to get to the menu. (I am horrible with phones irl) I try to get someone to help me find it an write it down for the police, so I can tell them where she lives. One person gets me a piece of paper and a pencil, but no one helps me with the phone.

I am freaking out because I don't know what happened to her, and what the killer is doing.
I gun shot rings out, a bullet flying past me, and I take off down the hallway, the girls dad in pursuit. I go into the first door I see, close it, and sit against the inside of it. There is a thin window the same height of the door connected to the side of the door frame closer to the door knob. I am sure that it is enough room for him to aim his gun at me and shoot through the glass, but I can not move because he could get in.

I hold still and close my eyes, hoping for him to shoot and for me to die quickly and painlessly, so it could all be over. He does not use his gun but pushes on the door, bending it in like it was elastic, and walks in the door bending back in place.

I am terrified. He stands still and motions to the other room. I know it is a bedroom and I know he plans to rape me. I sit in shock saying "no" over and over to myself.

Luckily I was able to forcibly wake myself up somehow before anything happened.

I've been having this dream with some alterations since I was twelve. Small things have changed, like how I and some other characters look in it, but it has more or less been static since it began. I have it once a week, and I had it when I went to sleep last night.

The dream starts with me standing outside a cathedral looking up at it. It is built with white marble, and shines under a noonday sun. All around the cathedral is nothing but a peaceful meadow, with a single dirt path running to the doors of the church and seemingly stretching out forever behind me. My shoes are caked with mud, I run a hand over my face and feel that I've let my facial hair become overgrown, and I'm carrying a bag slung over my shoulder. As I continue to look at the church, I begin to hear a hymn of sorts. It's slow, low in tone and in a language I don't understand.

Prompted by the hymn, I push open the doors of the cathedral and walk inside. Inside is a multitude of women, all dressed as Catholic Sisters and all singing the same hymn that I heard from the outside. When I look at their faces, I recognize them as all the women I know or have known in my life. The inside of the church is made of the same marble, with a deep red carpet extending from the door all the way up to a golden altar at the head of the church. Behind the altar is an ornate throne, decorated with gold, red silk, and diamonds. Sitting on the throne is a woman who is always in my dreams, with black hair down to her ankles, shocking red eyes, and in this dream she wears a red and white Nun's habit, with her black hair spilling out from the headdress. She sits on the throne, propping her head up with one arm, smirking at me. She is the only one who does not sing.

High above the throne is a circular stained glass window, filled with pastel blues, greens, and pinks. The light from the sun outside shines through the window and lands down on the last figure in the dream, the friend I've had since childhood. She is dressed like a Sister as well, though her clothes fit less loosely, the uniform itself is white instead of black, and her head is uncovered, revealing her dark hair to be as messy as it always is. Her white-gloved hands are folded, her eyes are closed, and she has a peaceful expression as if in prayer, completely unlike how she is normally.

After a few seconds she opens her eyes, looking right into my own eyes, and begins to sing. Her voice, while still recognizably her voice from reality, is much softer and more pleasant. Her song is faster than the hymn the others have been signing, though the two songs seem to fit together. She begins to sway in time with the rising and falling of the notes, and unfolds her hands, spreading her arms wide. I still don't understand the words, but I believe it sounds beautiful and I become fixated on my friend.

I drop my bag and begin to walk forward, like I'm compelled. I stop just a few steps shy of her and continue to watch her until she finishes her song. After she is done and all the singing has stopped, she puts a hand to her chest and takes a deep breath. Then, she turns to me and smiles--which particularly strikes me, as in reality, my friend is something of a grim person and has never smiled to my knowledge. Something boils up inside me, and I push her down on the golden altar, placing my hands on either side of her shoulders.

She starts to exhibit more atypical behavior by putting on a frightened face, and crossing her arms over her chest defensively. The crowd of Sisters behind me all gasp in unison, and she begins to fearfully shed tears. I seem to be only spurned on by this, and grab at her clothes beginning to tear at them. As I'm doing this, I lean in to her frightened face, and out of the corner of my eye I can see the woman-in-red's smirk grow into a full smile, bearing her teeth. When her clothes begin to rip, and I'm just about to finally touch her skin, I wake up.

Honestly, my dreams tend to extremes of violence, but this dream always leaves me shaken in the morning.

Note: I went to bed dead tired last night, so I got a terrible dream recall.

Dreams:

1: My english teacher told my class about the new grades( Sweden will introduce a new grade system this year IRL but I will get those grades in 1½ year.) She told us that my class would get them today. She also told us that it was hard to get high grades. Even the ones that have got an A in the old grades would get an D. She told me later that I was about to get an E.

2: I fucked a girl in a classroom. After a while someone came in, and told me that the girl that I fucked was older than me, and that she will get charge for rape.

3: I was in a classroom and had a lesson. Suddenly I see my firend who look realy badass(In the dream.) She introduce me to her twin( She dosen't have a twin IRL.)

On the night on 28th March 2011

I can't remember most of my dream. All I can remember is myself shouting on a street to a sister's friend "F**K YOU! I F***ING HURT! I HURT!" While on the street, in a place (a green/courtyard/common).

I then looked at my hands in anticipation, they were fat, but not too fat, so I thought "Maybe I gained weight?" I asked myself some very simple arithmetic questions which I answered correctly (2 + 2 = 4, 4 + 4 =8, 8 + 8 = 16, etc).

I saw a fluffy white dog which I chased, I followed it down a street, where I was chasing a man aswell. The dog and man ran into the shop. I followed them into the shop. The shopkeeper took me outside and said "What do you think you're doing? They are my customers! Behave yourself!"
To which, I responded "HE WAS TRYING TO RAPE ME!"

The shopkeeper shoved the man and dog outside the shop.


End of dream.

So I had this big long dream and it resulted in me hanging out at the house I lived in as a child. I was climbing the stairs which were above the living room when i fell backwards and landed at the bottom. I tried to put my shoes back on because apparently they fell off, but for some reason i was having trouble getting the shoes on. As I was halfway up the staircase, I suddenly realized "Hey, wait a minute. I'm dreaming! I don't have to do this." So the first thing I thought to do was hold out my hand, snap my fingers, and hope fire would appear. To my excitement, it did! I could feel the warmth of the flames, and of course I started shooting flames everywhere. Then I tried web-slinging like spiderman but it didn't work. So i went back to my fire fun

Then I looked down at the living room couch and decided to try to summon a DC. It took a lot of concentration and it was tough, but BOOM he appeared on my couch. So i hopped down the stairs and sat next to him on the couch. Note to all people: in a lucid dream, do be careful of what you think because you may make something happen by accident XD Why do I say this? Well for some reason in the dream I was thinking about rape (I have no idea why O_o) but when I did, the DC i summoned attempted to rape me. (Isn't that delightful...) He had my arms down but I woke up.

Man, I love lucid dreams.

Warning: this dream contains graphic sexual content. You have been warned.

I walk into a room and see a man tied to a padded table, like the ones used in massage parlors. When he sees me, he begins to beg for his life.
"Please let me go," he says. "I have a wife."
My clothing shimmers, then disappears. I move my face an inch from his and look deeply into his eyes, hypnotizing him. "By the time I am done, you will not remember your wife."
I reach over and stroke his partially erect member until it stands straight up, then I climb on top of him and ride my way to climax. As I sit on top of him, shuddering and writhing with my orgasm, I feel him climax right after me. His seed is good. I store it away so I can give myself a child later, when I am ready. I only take some of his life essence. I am not finished with him.
I stride toward the door, my clothes reappearing. "You will welcome death by the time I am done with you."
He says something that angers me. I do not remember what. I whirl around and half-run back to him. "You will wish you had not said that." I exclaimed. I untie him, grab him by the hair, and drag him off, but I wake before I can do anything.