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Infinity nightmare
There's something with infinite dimensions. Something is infinitely backward in comparison to a lower integer, because of which I feel an unfathomable amount of fear.

Later in the night, it continued, where apparently some number wasn't allowed to be reached, otherwise, it would wrap around to 16, which made me feel the same amount of fear.

Buying stuff in a store with school class
I am at a store. There, I buy something and apparently I am there with my mother, who is not happy because I am apparently supposed to be there with a school class.

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The first dream was a geometric night terror as a result of what seemed to be a fever. After I woke up, I was unable to notice that the ruleset of the dreams did not apply to real-life for a while.

Forgot to document this one.

Nearly lucid
There is something related to the movie the dark tower. I am younger. There is some sort of man with a spaceship, and we had an adventure and it was time to say goodbye as we stand on the sidewalk next to the place I live. We have a sort of discussion.

Scene change. In my room. Am on the computer at night and there is some sort of loud screaming coming from my computer speakers and I felt something was about to happen. I frantically went to mute my audio, but it didn't work. This made me wonder if I am dreaming, so I pinched my nose and breathed through it, but I either tried teleporting away and it didn't work, or I just didn't understand the result of my reality check and just planned to continue on with the story. Either way, I woke up because of a noise in real life.

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I thought of reality checking because that is actually a recurring situation in some of my lighter nightmares, and the feeling was familiar as well. It was also pretty surprising since I didn't do my routine for a long time now. There was also a recurring scene, where I anticipated that I'd meet a screaming female character that has a horrible amount of terror associated with her; I think I had dreamt about her when I was little.

It all started with a brief paralysis I had. I woke up from it so I thought no LD today either, and went to sleep normally.
The coming dream is hazy for me so I don't remember much. But I know that there was this girl whos presence brought me some kind of peace and for this I started to speculate
that this girl may be god or a form of a higher force, and that I may learn something important from her , so I tried to get near her to talk to her
That's when it started
I found myself at home, figured I woke up , then I went to look out the windows and saw that there are no streets anymore anywhere,
just endless heaps of trash, and endless amount of trash men picking up stuff. Also there was a mild fog .
I didn't become lucid yet, but I found it weird that there are no streets. Then I woke up again, I don't know how many times I woke up, but things got more creepy and grotesque and darker.
And then I ended up in what I call the shadow realm. I kind of became lucid because I realized its morning in real life , but here there was total darkness.
the lights in teh whole house were flickering , giving a deeper orange faint light with a reddish hue , I felt like theres a dark presence in the dream the whole time but nothing turned up.
I went to door to check out the street, it was like in real life but all the lights were off ,so it was just total darkness with a little bit of a faint red light coming from the sky, I could barely see anything.
But I saw that there are shadows 'dancing' all over the street, but none of it attacked me or anything. I quickly closed the door and went back in. I didn't know what to do.
I said that I guess I'm like Alan Wake , stuck in a dream, never knowing if I actually got out or if it's another dream.
𐤏𐤄𐩤𐤐 𐤁ߣ𐩤ߖߖ𐤏 𐤓𐤏𐤓 ߡ 𐤓𐤁𐤓 𐤅ߡ 𐩤ߖߖ 𐤂𐩪ߖ ߡ 𐤓𐩪𐤉ߖ𐤄

I entered the room laid down and tried to wake up
from there on my recall gets bad again
I woke up a few times in another instances of my home , once I woke up for real and then slipped back into the shadow realm then at a point I thought I'm done for, and prayed
and then I finally woke up

It was my first instance of being unable to wake up, it was really weird and scary...

ISIS
I'm sitting in class. The lecturer is one of the lecturer's at my current university, a bald white guy with glasses. The room looks more like a classroom from my high school. After a short while the lecturer takes his dark blue, thick coat and another object which I can't remember, perhaps his bag. He makes a joke about leaving and then says that in all seriousness, we're not allowed to continue the lecture in this room. We're going to a different room, though it's not a real lecture room.

In the new room, he mentions that he's not allowed to lecture here. But that's ok, cause he's not giving a lecture, he's just giving a presentation which has powerpoint slides (his idea of being funny, and it actually is). At some point we're not in the room anymore but somewhere outside and he's sort of honouring a young guy for academic achievements.

Next thing I remember my lecturer is holding one of his arms stretched out, holding a gun. He shoots a student through the head. Apparently my lecturer is a member of ISIS. Donald Trump also appears. He's apparently also a member of ISIS. His whole political campaign served to drive regular muslims into the arms of ISIS. I think it's actually pretty smart and makes me think of him in a different light. Less idiot, more mastermind. There's also a flashback or something to him with an old woman whom he loves, though I can't remember more beyond that. She's a vulnerable woman due to her age.

Fragments
» I'm watching a movie with my little brother and my mom. It's about Super Mario. My brother isn't enjoying the movie. I can't recall if I am. The movie isn't what you'd expect from Super Mario. It's a very deep movie in the sense of a lot of thinking and deep thoughts being involved.

» I'm in a room which is quite shady. All I remember is that there are several gas canisters or oxygen tanks, something along those lines. I open at least one of them up and see that they are filled with seemingly adult human bodies. All of them are black though. This is clearly a hate crime / genocide type of thing.

Pole fun
It's a sunny day and I'm walking outside with a girl I know. Behind us is a car, with on the backseat my girlfriend's sister. We're walking in a straight line and the car is right behind us. At some point I think I do a parkour move. A bit later I see a pole, perhaps with a traffic sign on it and a short thicker pole or something alike. I decide to take a run, jump and grab the tall pole with two hands, swing back 360 degrees towards the smaller pole, which is a bit of distance away and land on it. The first time I fail. In the mean time a crowd gathers. They're actually standing in the way, preventing me from doing my run up. I tell people that if they want to watch that's fine, but if they're standing in the way then there's not much to watch. Still some people are in the way. I go for my run up eventually and people move. I manage to execute everything just right and land on the other pole.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I had watched some youtube video about all the satanic symbolism in music videos and performances of so many artists nowadays. There's always been people saying that rock is evil and shits like that, but the connections they made were really far-fetched. But you look at so many of the pop stars nowadays and you don't even have to work hard to find metaphors for satanic stuff, they are just so straightforward about it. I also watched some of these video clips, who are said to brainwash you with subliminal messages and I wondered if you watch them with a strong aware mind, do they still affect you? Probably something, but not as much as if you're a zombie consumer with no control of your own mind.
Anyway, all night I was haunted by demons and visited by the devil himself. Not my first time, but it is always unpleasant, to say the least.
Throughout the dreams, I keep fighting blood sucking demons, some more like vampires, some more like dragons, who chase me and my friends, coming out from every dark corner. They try to lead us down some tunnel or cave, which at first we thought it could be a safe refuge, but then as it goes deeper and darker, the more demons seem to appear. So I push everybody out and we barricade ourselves in a house. But the demons are sneaky and can shrink to fit the tiniest openings and enter the place. I am almost bit by a tiny black dragon-like demon, but I kill it.
Then they seem to all go away. Me and a couple of friends spread to different divisions of the house to check the windows and see if they are gone, but then I hear something horrible. I run to meet my girl friend and she is hanging from a dark shadow in the ceiling by her instestines. She is still alive, but clearly in shock and agony. Then my male friend also appears and screams in terror. Then the dark shadow drops our friend on the floor, instantly assumes a vampire like shape and attacks him. Bites him on the neck, then rips his scalp off and finally chews off half of his face. Now I am in shock and nauseated and I can't react.
The he assumes a human form and approaches me slowly. He seems to be enjoying whatever plans he has for me. He moves around me, at the same time terrorizing and seducing me. His hands are green with sharp claws and he explains, that he will rip my chest off and pull out my heart. I can already feel the pain but he doesn't go through with it just yet. Instead, he drags me to a room and bends me over a bed and says he'll sodomize me. I feel drowzy and strangely aroused, but I'm still thinking in the back of my mind how I will escape this.
That's when a loved one appears in the dream. I hear the voice of this person from outside the bedroom and I regain my strenghts. I must protect this person at all costs. The demon seems to have been caught by surprise to, as he loosens the grip he had over me, mental and physical. I kinda realize that I can just walk away and by denying him his power over me, he is indeed powerless. So I just walk out of the room and I escort this person away from here. And then it all ends and I just wake up.
So I guess it's true that these videos and music can lead you to dark places. It's the power of suggestion. Some would say, no magic there. I would say, it's just different wording. No matter what you call it, what matters is the effect produced. Weak, suggestionable minds will let themselves get caught by it and even if they are not aware of the grip over their subconscious, it is still there, creating fear, submission, acceptance of shadowy domination without resistance. So, beware of what you listen and watch and idolize, because it is not innocent and playful, it really shapes your mind.

So this dream came after I woke up in the morning, about 9:30 am and it was over at 9:38! I was totally awake on my bed checking around, listening to my parents in the other room and I suddenly lost consciousness and fall asleep in a REM state.

I am in a taxi with a friend who goes to a totally different destination usually every morning, but dreams have no logic anyway. Inside the taxi there are girls, unknown DCs but fit the style of stupid teenage girls anyway, so they were realistic. The taxi driver plays an active role aswell.

So we start talking about things like where are we going, I'm at the same time looking through the window plaecs I know, and we are on the move. Sometime in the dream the taxi driver asks "are you good students?" meaning of course if our grades are high. And my friend said something like "yes we are good students, in fact we're great students! Our greatness is measured in piles of shit!" Then I laughed like crazy.

Immediately, a dizzy feel got my head like I was on LSD or something and I got terryfied because I thought it was reality. I thought "wait a sec what is this? I didn't eat anything weird in the morning, why am I high? Is this a stroke?" And after that I woke up with a rap song in my ears.

Really terrifying and exciting aswell because it was an immediate REM induction like I fell unconscious or something and woke up 15 minutes later or so! Cool experience!

First REM Terror

[I went to bed at 11:30PM yesterday and had this dream at 1:15AM, which makes me believe that it was in my first REM cycle ]
[Sometimes i wonder why i use this AM/PM stuff in my own DJ... but i guess i'll be nice, after all, it's hard to count to 24 ]

I was sitting in my room on the ground and watching some kind of musical show, where they've played "Songs of the Years" or something... 2009 and 2010 were listed on the side of the screen.
As i was watching this, i heard the noise of keys and heard that someone has opened the door and walked into the house. I turned off the TV fast, to make it seem like i'm sleeping already.
Soon after this i heard that the other TV in the living room was turned on and the same show continued.

I was wondering who this might this late at night, so i walked out to the living room, carefully.
I noticed that it was my old love and she also carried a bag with herself. She smiled at me and called me to watcht the show with her, so i stood next to her and we both started watching it. It took some time until i suddenly thought "What..? What is she doing here?!" I turned back to look at her and she was still staring at the TV. I became lucid here.

I backed away from her and suddenly i felt an unimaginable fear. I turned away from her and wanted to jump out of the window, but at that moment i knew that something was watching me and it wanted to attack me. I couldn't think too much, so i started flying around the room, while everything got darker and darker... it was like dark flames were trying to consume me. I kept flying in a circle and shouting in my mind "NO! I CAN FIGHT IT!" and similar things, but i couldn't really believe it at that time. [I was so scared and confused that i didn't really know what to do at that time].

The walls soon turned into wood with missing planks, like it was an old wooden building about to collapse. I flew out of the wall and continued the "escape" along the street.
I constantly felt that terror as something was chasing me and like the whole world was against me. Everything got blurrier and i could barely see anymore as it was nighttime and my eyes were teary for some reason. I rubbed my right eye with one hand, then the left one too the same way, which then made me able to see clearly, but it was still dark outside.

I flew as fast as i could and i got to some kind of mountain and decided to fly upwards. I still didn't feel safe, i could feel that something was really close to me and that i could hardly escape it. When i almost got up to the top of the mountain, suddenly a ceiling appeared above me. That surprised me a bit and i fell back down. The ground was only some meters away now and as soon as my back hit it, i woke up.

[Ah well... i can't really put that terror into words, i was just overwhelmed by it. It felt like i wasn't allowed to be lucid at that time ]
[It really rare when i get lucid this early during the night... when i woke up i first imagined the time to be 5AM at least... but it was just 1:15AM]


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They Can't Kiss Right

[Had this dream at 9:15AM, a bit later than usually, because i woke up for WBTB later than i should've done so]
[Lol, it took me a while to find a somewhat good title for this dream, but it seemed impossible, so here you go...]
[Oh and i took 3 Negro candies yet again, for the menthol]

I was just trying to hide from an insane teacher, who i insulted earlier in the dream and she knocked me unconscious with a Tesla-Coil. I ran through the city and then found myself in another town soon.
The teacher was really close, so i decided to fly up into the air... Since i was able to do so, i became lucid.

The dream felt rather unstable and it was kinda blurry... i remembered that i told Dreamprofessor that i'll try to find him on this Monday, but i can't do it in a dream like this.
I decided to fly high in the sky and think out something else to do.
Soon i reached a huge bubble near the clouds... it looked rather strong, not like a normal bubble. As soon as i noticed it, for some reason i had a thought that there's a candyland like place in the bubble. [I have no idea where i got that...].

I got through the side of the bubble, but it turned out to be much smaller than i expected, also it was EMPTY... ah what a disappointment
I decided to leave this place if i can't even find a single gummycandy or something...
I flew back down to that town where i came from. I started floating nearby a long street. I just realized at this time, that the town was supposed to be near a lake, but the water was missing from it. This made me remember that i still wanted to explore underwater, as my last attempt turned out differently than i wanted it to. [I imagined the exploration to be fully underwater and not just a small part that leads to ground again].

Soon i noticed a pool further down the street. I turned around and imagined it to be bigger, then turned back to check it out. It definitely got bigger, but not big enough...
I turned around to check for other possible underwater sources. The other side of this street ended in a long street that was close to our house. I looked back and forth... it looked weird how the world merged two different towns together

I started slowly flying above this street towards the part that lead to my town. I was constantly checking around for some water when suddenly i found a nice looking pool.

There were some kids playing in this pool and it wasn't even too big, but i decided to try my luck at it... I jumped into the water and woke up immediately.
[Back with DEILD].

Ok... that was a bad idea... it seemed like this blurry dream didn't really want me to do anything good.
I moved on from this place, towards the closest market... i thought that maybe i could find something there...
I almost passed by the market while i was distracted by how the dream was trying to collapse constantly, i had to focus on stuff around me to stop it from doing so. [It tried to collapse multiple times earlier as well].

I stopped in the air and thought of going in the market building, but then i noticed two rocker girls standing on the grassy part near the market. Ah well... i thought that if this dream is so pathetic, then at least i'll end it in a fun way

I descended to the ground near them and to my surprise the dream finally got clear. But since i was already committed...
I checked them out for a while. One of them had black hair and fully black clothes and had a somewhat mean look on her face. She was standing near the wall. The other girl had blonde hair and looked a little more friendlier, with black and white clothes. They both had heavy eyeliner around their eyes. [Well, i like that style, so i didn't want to just leave them there ]

I walked up to the black haired one and kissed her. I focused on keeping my eyes open to not make the dream collapse on me.
She just kissed horribly, she didn't even move her mouth or tongue at all, she was like a plastic doll or something. I backed away from her shortly after and was thinking of an insult of how badly she kissed, but then decided against saying it out loud... after all she is a DC, she knew what i thought.
Instead, i walked up to the blonde now and kissed her too. It was somewhat better and her lips felt somewhat more life-like, but still not quite right. She didn't do anything either just like her friend, she just let me play around in her mouth without any interaction from her part.
I still got excited while kissing her and felt that tingling in real life again, but i could withstand it for a while... but not for long enough, it distracted me too much and caused me to wake up.

[Oh well... those girls kissed like dead weasels, not like i know what's that like, lolol... i'm going crazy here... ]
[Anyway, i'm really disappointed of this lucid. I wanted to meet Dreamprofessor or at least do something interesting, but when the dream is so blurry and unstable, it's not much fun and takes away from the experience.. ]

After not having very good recall for a few days, I finally remembered a dream.
I was ready to play. I booted up my phone. The loading screen of the game was a multi-colored background with a creepy girl on the foreground. I giggled at that. The game started, and suddenly, it felt like I was in the game. The game had a Metroid Prime-ish feel to how it looked; I was using a sort of cannon as my gun. The game took your house and made a technicolored version of it where you go to kill a vampire.
Okay, these must be dream signs. First, Grandma's house has been in so many of my dreams lately. :L And that vampire was in one dream a few months ago. Notice the slight similarity between this dream and the one where we explored my Grandma's house for monsters like a horror shooter? XD
I explored Grandma's house, a little creeped out. The whole walls were covered by a mix of red, pink, purple, and black. The mix of colors was disorienting. I noticed that down in the basement were tons of archways to my left that led out to a large gym-like area under the basement. There, a vampire was patrolling the bleachers. "I FOUND YOU." He screamed. I screamed in return. A large spotlight shot from the gym, illuminating me. I quickly ran forward, trying to escape the light. As I escaped it, he lost sight of me. I hid in a side room. I did this for a while, till I got to the end of the hallway. Once I was there, I snuck out of the last room and crept into the gym behind the bleachers where he was standing. I climbed up the stairs and hung onto the side as I waited for him to go back. He was standing, like, right above me. Luckily, he didn't see me. I crawled on all fours around the bleachers till I got to the top.
-insert important plot details that I don't remember here-
I must've killed the vampire though, because I was safe and sound and now sitting in my own home, with my friend Kaylee watching me play the game once again. As the game booted up, and the creepy girl appeared on the cover, she pointed at it and said, "That looks like me!"
And yeah, that's about everything I remember.

non-dream non-lucid Lucid

Dream one: I was at church. I went outside and suddenly I was in some room(I think I had been heading to the church van but I had seen the others or something). My friends Scotty, Becca, Caleb, and my mom were there. Suddenly Caleb walked up to me and put his mouth either near on on my ear (yeaaah he kinda kissed me I guess) (not sure how that works out but ehhh whatever). Scotty had a O.O "holy crap" face, Becca had a :3 "d'awww" face, and my mom had a D:< "wth was that!!" face. I blushed really red and hid my face. The end of that dream...

Dream two: I was in a car all alone. I knew I had to get home. Somehow I was on the passenger side holding onto the steering wheel. I was afraid. Wait no, terrified. I got into the driver seat and gripped that wheel like I would die if I let go. I got lost and I turned on the GPS. It didn't help me. I couldn't call my mother for help. I was terrified and I thought I was going to die. I then woke up.

I think this dream shows my true terror of the thought of driving. I'm sure I'm overreacting.


Well, there you have it. Please comment.

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WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Spoiler for Past Related Dreams and History:

History

A new experience dreaming the other night. It gave me hope even though I woke in fear. It also prompted me to get off my butt and finally join a forum that discusses such things. First, a little history.

In the past I’ve had a reoccurring dream of family members and others trying to kill me. One repeated every year it seemed, starting at the age of about 8 and ending (at least consciously) around 18. In this dream a calm and intense voice announced to me that my family was turning into monsters. I ran from them. My father chased me (the chase scenes varied significantly, thought it seems that they were always outside of my grandmother’s house, where the dream started). Sometimes I got away, sometimes I fell, and there was one time I thought I experienced death before I woke up. The dreams filled me with terror.

Other similar dreams have often occurred, the main theme being that someone is stalking me and I am aware that they wanted to kill me. Sometimes I’d confront them. Most times it would be an endless hiding and running deep fear experience. Sometimes it was a combination of both. I’ve experienced other variations of this type of terror dream, often including sharks (in college), tornadoes, and tidal waves.
Usually when I wake the consuming fear and sadness and loneliness from these dreams is so very present, infusing me to some extent throughout the day no matter how much I process and release it. It can be exhausting. Ok, pretty much done with the history.


Recent History

A couple nights ago a terror dream was different than other experiences. I haven’t been remembering my dreams as often in the recent past (I started to type recent future, lol). I had meditated right before sleeping with binaural audio that also incorporates other meditation-inducing aspects. It was a pretty deep meditation and a lot more emotional pain than usual came up, but I was largely able to hold the discomfort in a larger awareness and release happened as well. I fell asleep.

Nightmare with Lucid Meditation

The terror dream was a series of people trying to kill me. Each chapter seemed to occur in my current home or a similar one.

One instance was a psychological death of sorts, where someone wanted me to admit something I’d done that hurt them but I knew that if they knew it would hurt them more than if I didn’t tell them. I felt ashamed. As they tried to dig it out of me tears ran down my face and I avoided looking into their eyes. I think I explained to them at one point that I couldn’t tell them or they would be more hurt. I was conflicted and I’m not sure I held my ground (I think the dream changed at that point).

The dream continued, one person trying to kill me, the dream morphing, then another person trying to kill me, and so on. They were sneaky, some trying to lull me into feeling comfortable with them. It didn’t work. I knew. I resisted. After a few chapters in the dream, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this lucid state I tried different tactics.

1. Dream Control

I tried what I now know to be called dream control. Tried to turn my stalker away, tried to make them friendly, tried to make it not be about being stalked. That wasn’t as “successful” as the tactic has been in other lucid dreams I've had.

2. Wake

I tried to wake myself. In the dream I had access to my real memories: I recalled that I’d woken myself from a nightmare as a young child, maybe 5 years old, after frantically trying to wake in the dream and having no success. This is how I remember it. I became aware of my physical body in my bed. I tried to open my eyes. Felt my eyebrows raising, my lids stretching, but they stayed together. I tried to move my arms. They were heavy, they wouldn’t move. Then my shoulders responded. Finally my arms moved. I reached up and opened my eyes with my hands and woke like that…my fingers on my eyelids, having pulled them apart manually.

Remembering the success of this childhood experience, I attempted this tactic in my dream last night while lucid. It failed. Throughout using these wake-myself-up-please tactics,

I would think I had awakened only to find out I was still in the dream. I became identified with the dream and then lucid and aware I was dreaming (usually because I had a new stalker or less often because something else wouldn't be the same as in my home) again over and over after each failed attempt.

First I tried to wake myself by simply willing it, then throwing a large amount of the energy of my desire to wake into it.

Then I tried to feel my body in my bed, to establish a connection like I thought I had in childhood. It seemed that I could feel my body and that I woke. This was the first time I thought I'd woken up but after I “woke” myself I soon discovered I was being stalked again and had not escaped the dream.

Then I tried to not only feel my body but to move my body, however, I found I wasn’t very coordinated and I was flailing. I became afraid of hurting myself or spilling my water on my nightstand, etc.

The cycle of thinking I had awoken and then realizing I was still in the dream (I think called false awakenings?) came full circle at least 3 times, though in my not completely clear recollection it feels like it was more like 4 to 6 times.

3. Lucid Meditation

At one point I tried to meditate in the dream, hold the dream and the fear of the dream in the arms of my awareness so that I wasn’t so self-identified with it and terrified. This was the new accomplishment. A big one. I don’t think it lasted long, maybe a couple minutes.

I’ve been in different meditative states in many dreams, but this one was intentionally, lucidly, induced. Even though it was a meditation initially infused with the desire to escape from the emotions, I'm still goanna break out with a yay! I came to a place where I wasn’t hiding or trying to wake up. I was confronting in an accepting way while still trying to protect myself.

The meditation did not relieve the fear but I felt more me, more whole. At first the fear was very present and perhaps more so. It seems that the fear ebbed to some degree after a time. I remember looking down on my body during the meditation. The dream also may have gone to black and white during the meditation and got a static quality to it, like white noise. I don't remember ever dreaming in black and white, though now that I look back I don't recall any color in the dream at any point. I am skeptical of it not being in color, however, because now it is days since the dream occurred and I only remember snippets. After the short meditation is when I fuzzily think I woke.

I don't remember the sequence of the following parts of the dream. I'm about 90% sure I wasn’t lucid at the time:

I felt physical pain when one stalker was biting my lips. The physical pain felt so…well…physical. It hurt in a sharp way, just as if my dream body was a physical one. That realization is unsettling and also wondrous. Now I realize that both of the times I have been aware of physical pain in dreams was when I was being bitten. Both dreams were at some point lucid dreams, but not lucid at the time that I was being bitten. The other time was a dog biting my fingertips. Now I’m interested in this…why biting? Perhaps this similarity is connected to a pattern, perhaps not. Worth keeping an eye on it and a thought hanging around.

I tried to manipulate the people out of trying to kill me. I plotted quickly as they advanced. One of the people I offered myself to sexually to try to avoid being killed, to distract him. It worked. It was boring and rather ineffectual sex and I ended up feeling frustrated because I wanted more pleasure, even though I was creeped out and scared.

Well, that was long. I doubt I'll want to use the energy to write so much in the future (or try to refine the clarity of my writing so much, gah), but this dream absolutely fascinated me and I felt reconnected to past dreaming experiences after dry spells and inattention. It woke the inspiration.

I think a big part of why it waned was nobody I shared these types of dreams with had similar experiences or seemed to want to dive in. But after reading some of the forum, wow, some of you not only have had similar but extensive experiences. Thanks for reading, I'm interested in learning from others on this site if you want to respond! That said, I also have a very skeptical side and enjoy critical and insightful discussion, though it is tempered by many other sides.

One night i was getting ready for bed, and i came across something that said apple juice could make your dreams more vivid. Of course i was curious so i attempted it.Well as i layed back i started to think about my aunt who had justr recently died, so she was my last thought before i fell asleep.

I remember having two dreams that night, i only remember 1. The dream started out as me getting woken up in my grandmas house by my cousin, he was saying that he found something important and that i need to see it. So i got up and i walked all through the house with him to see what he was talking about. Everything in the house was extremely vivid. All of the furniture was in the exact place where it should be, it even smelled similar. So as i approach the room where my aunt and i would watch T.V. together, my cousin told me to close my eyes. I say okay. I hear him open the door, and as he sits me down on the floor he tells me to open my eyes... and there i see my dead aunt lying down with her eyes closed. I think she is dead but then she turns to me and says something under her breath that i cant recall. She gets up and runs towards me screaming, and then i wake up.

I had this dream 3 times in the past. Recently, my dreams have gotten a bit boring so I figured I'd mention this dream that happened 3 times in the past few years. The last one is even more memorable.

My husband is driving the car with me and he takes a wrong turn. He turns into a tunnel of some sort, very dark. It is only at the last few seconds that I realize he has turned into a train tunnel and the train is headed full speed for us! The first two dreams, I woke when the train hit. This time, I screamed "BACK UP!"

I see it coming. It has a light. It is black. There is no way that my husband can back out and I know I'm going to die. I don't look away and then... BAM! it hits! Everything went dark but not my awareness. Everything was gone and all was quiet. In the darkness I woke myself asking, "Am I dead?"

I am living with my parents in a run down townhouse apartment, in a small town, amidst a heavy temperate forest. I am younger than I am now, appearing in my early teens. The town house has three levels, but each level is not directly on top of the other, but rather in a cascading design, going down a slight hill:
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The living room is on the top level, the bedrooms on the middle level and the kitchen and bathroom on the lowest level. Outside the lowest level is a small clearing in the forest with a creek. The main door is on the top level which opens to a path to the other houses in town. The entire house is an open concept building that has no roof and the walls only go up to waist level on the two highest floors and ankle level on the lowest floor. The house contains all of the amenities of a regular modern house, but some of the tiles on the floor are cracked and being pushed up by foliage growing underneath.

The dream starts off with my mother and I in the kitchen. I am sitting on the stairs that lead to the second floor and looking at some of the broken floor tiles. I see a different coloured pattern in a crack that does not match the surrounding blue and white tiles and go over to get a closer look. Before I get there I can see that is a large brown and grey snake that looks thick and stubby, but it quickly disappears into a hole that I guess goes underground. I identify it as a "bushmaster" in the dream, even though it looks more like a cottonmouth because of it's stout body shape. I tell my mother what I saw, but she does not believe me and says that we have never had problems with animals in house (desipe it being so open to nature).

I see the snake several other times in several other places in the house, but no one else ever sees it and they never believe me when I do. One day I am in my room on the second level while my parents are in the living room on the top floor. I have been sleeping in a small dark blue tent so that the snake cannot sneak up on me in my sleep. I crawl out of my tent to find some of my laundry all over the floor in front of the tent. When I pick some of it up the bushmaster is hidding under some shirts. I try to scramble back into my tent but the snake quickly slithers underneath it.

I try to scream but I cannot and want to run but my legs are like deadweights and I cannot even stand up. I try to move and scream but all I can manage are pathetic gasps because my throat is dry and I cannot create any intellegible sounds. I am so scared and I want my parents to come and get me, because I know they are so close, and though technically they should be able to see me over the low walls, I am ignored and my distress and terror go unnoticed.

The snake lunges menacingly at me and I try to crawl away pulling myself along the floor with my arms, but I cannot get very far. My parents finally notice me dragging myself on the floor and crying but when I tell them of the bushmaster they do not believe me and tell me to stop being silly and get up off the floor. For some reason they cannot see the snake, or rather I feel that they choose to ignore it for some reason. I am still desperate to get as far away from the snake as I can but I am exhausted, physically and mentally.


I was then mercifully awoken by a ringing telephone.

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

I am in a ruined and abandoned building that looks like it used to be an office or conference center of some sort. I am hiding on the inside from "bad people" on the outside who I fear will try and force their way in if they see me. I scavenge materials from around the building to create a shelter for myself in the front of the building in a room that looks as if it was once a lobby. Most of the material is an old ripped up tent or peice of canvas that is coloured yellow, which I throw over a table that is leaning to one side.

I hide myself inside my makeshift shelter to get away from three stray dogs that have suddenly appeared and are sniffing around and will not leave me alone. The biggest of the dogs, a black lab, forces its way into the tent and starts ripping it to shreads. The dog does not attack or threaten me in anyway but I grab it by the scruff of the neck and force it into a submissive position laying on its side. The dogs leave me alone after that and soon disappear.

Now that the tent is completely destroyed I gather together chairs and small tables to hide under even though I am aware that if anyone looks inside the building through the lobby windows that why will be able to see me. I notice shadows and shapes of people moving near or past the windows and freeze in terror. Then it happens. A man in a blue military uniform passes by a window and looks in. I try to hide myself behind a pile of furniture but he sees me and starts trying to bust the front door down, which I tried to barracade with a few chairs.

The man marches in and beelines to where I am hiding. He grabs me and ties me to a support pillar in the middle of the room. He uses a large bowie knife to cut off my shirt. He then foddles my breasts before raping me. A line of similarily dressed military men file into the building and do the same, one after another. They all ignore my screams of protest and terror.

A lone soldier dressed in green suddenly appears in the door way, weilding two handguns, and with lightning speed shoots all of the blue military men before they have a chance to retailiate. He then gently removes my shackles and carries me out of there. I do not know how long or how far we walked but he takes me into a lavish suite in a ritzy hotel and lays me on the bed. The hotel apparently has its own hospital and the soldier summons the hotel doctors to come and care for me. He dutifully waits outside my door on guard and carefully scrutinizes everyone who comes to the room. The soldier does not hesitate to kill anyone who he thinks is suspicious and the people he does kill happen to have blue military uniforms hidden under their doctor coats.

After a while the medical staff leaves and the soldier and I are alone. Despite being horribly brutalized I feel extremely grateful towards him and I lead him to the bed and we make passionate love to each other. The next day he is gone and I cannot find him even though I search every floor of the hotel. Indeed the hotel iteself is now devoid of all people and staff, even though all the lights are on and it looks as if it should be full of activity. I am alone and feel confused and abandoned.