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I was watching a movie with my mother. It was an abstract, independent horror film. It was disturbing in a very unusual way and it was black and white.

I become a part of the horror movie. I am now the main character.

I'm in a dark room. It's so dark I can't even see the walls. All that I can see is a little girl playing with a doll. But there is something standing behind her. It has long claws and burnt, black skin.

It reaches around her, she screams. The creature crushes the little girl's bones with his strength, and squeezes her until blood begins to drip out of her like a squeezed orange.



His black claws are so long that they encompass her entire body, squeezing every last drip of life out of her.

I am surrounded in the dark by this horrific creature. I run into the darkness.

I witness many deaths from this creature.

I find myself in a small castle. A symphony is playing in the middle of the room. There isn't any audience, just the symphony.

I listen to the man who plays the cello. The sound of his cello reverberates on every wall and comes back to my ears as perfection. He seems to lead the symphony with the melody of his cello.

I sense a change of atmosphere.

I am standing next to the staircase, above the symphony. I had been watching the man with the cello for so long that I had forgotten about the darkness, but felt it again.

I looked to my left and down the stone hallway. For a moment I thought I saw a presence. Things were turning black and white again, and the symphony began to slide their perfect melody into something darker.

"Not the cello player, not the cello player!" I think to myself, longing for whatever is coming to avoid him and his enchanting music.

I don't know where the creature is, but I can sense that it is getting closer.

I hear footsteps to my left. But then I hear them to my right.

I quickly glance to make sure everyone in the symphony is still alive, but when I look back up I see the darkness is beginning to return.

"Not the cello player, not him!" I scream in my mind.

I hear the clawing of the creature's claws against the marble. But I still can't tell where he is. I can feel him approaching. I hear his groan.

He appears below me, having crawled up the staircase's wall.

"It's not him I want, it's you," his raspy dark voice echoes towards me from the lowest layers of hell.

I paralyze in fear.

"And - It's you that is the monster, my dear."

Truth hit me like a bullet. It was me that had killed all of those innocent people, but I blocked that memory from my mind and replaced it with something that I could reason with. Because I had committed crimes only a monster could live with.

"And so I've clawed my way up from hell to drag you back down with me," the angel of darkness sneered.

I immediately woke up and was frozen in heavy sleep paralysis. My room was warping around me.

I slipped back into the darkness and continued to run, darkness chasing darkness.

I woke back up to sleep paralysis and eventually managed to get out of it.

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Home Components Equal Music

Someone had explained to me, and then I was trying to explain to someone else, how different parts of a home correlated to parts of a symphony.

There was a large home, and a symphony playing in the background. I was trying to explain how if you took the columns away from the home (huge columns, though the house was really just a model), a certain section of the symphony wouldn't be heard anymore. The columns then floated away from the model, and one section of the band was no longer heard.

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I was in the military in a truck of sorts. I was standing between the drivers seat and a seat behind me. The two seats were so close together, that I was squeezed tight. This helped me with the next part of my dream.

I was holding on to an ovular ring on the ceiling of the truck with two fingers. I intended for it to look like I was holding up the weight of my body with two fingers, but in fact I'm pretty tall, and the seats being so tight held me up, and I could just reach up to the ring.

Other's looked at me in amazement that I could hold up my bodyweight with 2 fingers. A short, fat guy tried to jump up and grab a ring, but he couldn't even reach it. Then it came into question how I could really hold on with just two fingers.

I was going to have some kind of test about it now, and I wanted to explain how I couldn't really have held up my body weight, but I couldn't explain it because my dream slowed me and my reactions down.

I ended up being thrown under the truck with another person. It was easy enough to stay out from under the wheels, and I was thinking of rolling out from under the truck.

Later, I was talking to my commanding officer. I was nervous about telling him the deal with the truck.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking out on a sidewalk, near the top of a hill. It was daytime, and the sun was bright. I was walking past the stone gates of some kind of professional center. The gates had an arched entranceway.

One of my old friends, PD, walked out from the gates. PD was apparently dressed as a business professional. But she looked kind of horrible. She wore a grey skirt and a green blazer, with a white blouse that had some kind of old-style bow-tie on the front of it. Everything looked like it was from the 1970s.

PD's hair was also weird. It didn't look quite real. It was curly or crimpy. It looked wet, like after a shower, when a person's hair looks damp and a bit disarranged. But it also looked dry and dead, like the stringy hair of an animal that had been laying on the road for a while.

PD's face looked about the same, except that she may have had a tan, and that her face may have been a bit worn with age.

I called out to PD, kind of gently, since we were so close, and I was so awe-stricken at seeing her. PD said, "What makes you think you can just come up and talk to me after all this time? I don't want to see you anymore."

PD either got onto a bus or got into a white SUV, driven by some rich guy who had been waiting for her. I respected PD's desire not to speak to me.

I walked down the hill and found myself under a bridge, like a bridge for a highway overpass. The sunlight curved down under the shade of the bridge, making a warm little quarter-circle of light in a small space.

Some kids may have been skateboarding in that space of light. One of the kids may have had a red and white skateboard, with a design almost like the Coca-Cola logo.

Dream #2

I was watching an old film. The main thing about this film was actually the music. Some great composer from the early twentieth century had made this music. The film may have been a documented performance to accompany the music.

But what the film was was living footage of an actual event. The footage was from one of the World Wars, possibly WWII. The scene was some torn out space of land. The upper right area looked like a trench or a foxhole. But the whole area before the foxhole was a blasted out cavity in the ground.

Two or three men sat slumped on the ledge of the trench and the blown out space. Behind the men was a bright light. Some thick cloud of gas spewed out from behind the men and into the blown out space.

The way the men were slumped against the trench and each other, it was obvious they were dead. I assumed that the gas clouds I was seeing were poison gas, and that the men had been killed by it. I assumed their deaths had been very painful.

At some point the music built up to an ominous crescendo. I was trying to figure out why the composer of this music wanted us to watch the actual deaths of soldiers on the battlefield while we listened to his music.

I saw Symphony standing in front of me. I blinked, and then there were two. I blinked again, and then there were endless clones of Symphony as far as I could see in the incomparably large room. My heart started racing. I blinked again, and it was just one Symphony again. I started to calm down.

“Complete me,” she said in her flat, high-pitched voice.

“I will as soon as I can,” I answered. She reached forward. I blinked, and she was in front of me, gripping my shirt.

“I am already complete,” she responded. I didn’t understand. “I have waited forever, and I will wait forever. Time is not a hindrance.”

“What do you mean, you’ve waited forever?”

“Forever.” She stepped forward, fusing with my body. I felt a rush of energy, and then it all vanished. I looked behind me, but Symphony wasn’t there. Chunks of metal started falling from the impossibly high ceiling above me.