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    1. I'm a teen boy & 1800's

      by , 09-14-2016 at 09:59 PM
      D1: Non-Lucid: I was in the middle of no-where. I was just "there". Nothing before it all. Was very odd. I kept trying to build a house but it started very strange. There was just nothing. I mean nothing. I was trying to build with nothing. I started by trying to create a straight line. I spend a ton of time just trying to will a plank of wood w/ my hands to exist. Eventually I got the hang of it & built a whole town! This was an amazing dream as it was like no other dream I have ever had. I've never had a dream where there was just nothing. Eventually there was brown cracked dirt though while I was creating the beam. Now people are there. And I realize I am a teenage boy. HUH? Ya, my gender wasn't correct. I've been a different age but never a different gender. A flood came. There are cars everywhere in the water & other teens. I see 5 in particular & jumped in to save them... I woke up all hazy & fuzzy.

      Did a wbtb.

      D2: Non-Lucid: I was way back in the early 1900's. And I lived in a home that showed I didn't have much money. It was in town w/ bare old gray looking wood. I felt like the man who was w/ me was my first husband but it wasn't, it was my Mike. We stumbled upon some collectible pieces of paper which had pictures on them. They came from my fathers mother who passed away in real life when I was in 5th grade. Mike said he needed to make copies or forgeries. He left & came back w/ a big stack. We then had to hand over the originals to the authorities for some reason. Mike left & I was frantically trying to find a way to get rid of them but I was too late. I was by some railroad tracks & I heard & saw an old fashioned police car w/ the light on the top so apparently my time line had changed because there were no cars like that in the early 1900's. I started running at an incredible speed through yards & stuff to try & warn Mike that they know & that they were coming for him. I was too late. I no sooner told him than the pounding on the door began & I woke up.


      Lately I've only read books that have been written by Mediums for the last couple of months. I've read on average 3 books a week.Learning about energy more & more. I've even done some experiments which were really cool. They were in energy. Energy is everything & makes almost anything possible. I've become a whole lot more intuitive than I ever thought possible. I feel so spiritually liberated & am no longer afraid of death. Because there is no death. Our bodies die & our souls move on. It's only our body that dies. After reading so many books written by Mediums I am so enlightened. My intuition has greatly improved. And even though today I have a crazy fever & runny nose, I am pushing through & keeping up my positive vibrations. I just finished a book by James Van Praagh. It's called Ghost's Among Us, Uncovering the Truth About The Other Side. It's an incredible book! He talks about his life & how he became a Medium. His stories are incredible & inspiring. He literally changed my life. It seems of late though that I just keep having life altering experiences.
    2. Space time compression and simultaneous perception

      by , 03-08-2014 at 11:19 PM
      When I become lucid I am at my childhood neighbor's place. But the inside of the house has transformed into a big hot-spring. Some friends are there. Not the one to whom the house belongs though. I try to convince my friends that we are all sharing a dream, inciting them to become lucid. That first scene alone was quite long but I don't remember all the details. Eventually I decided to try to fly, which is my favorite thing to do when lucid dreaming. By controlling my breathing I begin to float out of the water and up. The roof is gone, leaving a majestic starry sky. My friends are worried. I have it all under control I tell them. I could control my floating flight at will, swiftly falling and rising. I go up. The sky envelops me. Far away I can see the hot-spring. And then it multiplies like a kaleidoscope. It covers all my field of view. The ground folds upon itself and envelops me in a bubble. In its walls I see crazy psychedelic visuals. I am surrounded by the greatest light spectacle I've ever seen.
      I wake up. Or maybe the dream continues for a little bit. There was a scene where I kissed a girl in the hot-spring room but I can't quite position it in time. Anyways. I wake up. But not really. I am still dreaming but it takes me a while to realize. I am shocked by the dream I just had so I quickly pick up my diary and start writing it. That dream version of the entry was much more detailed than this one. Everything was really clear in my memory. I could come back to almost every moment, which is odd because I usually have somewhat bad recollection. The memories are so fresh. But I know that they are going to fade away. I wish I had a more concrete proof of the existence of that dream. As that thought crossed my mind a crystal sphere comes out of my mouth. It is the dream, condensed, complete in all its extension. By touching the ball I experience the entirety of the dream as a simultaneous memory.
      But then another ball comes out of my mouth. And this one too is a complete dream, only one I have not yet had. In this ball is the complete dream, and I also experience it simultaneously; timeless. Maybe I actually go through the dream and it is only my memory that which was compressed. But then another comes out, and another. I don't remember how many. And each of them was a complete dream. Adventures, movies, epic symphonies. Experienced in a flash. I could perceive the totality of each dream but I wasn't able to retain most of it.
      I showed them to my father. I was so happy to have these solid physical memories of so many marvelous dreams.
      Eventually what came out of my mouth was not the crystal globes but some kind of jade eggs, vessels, cylinders. The top part comes apart so they can be opened. And when they are they produce a strange sound. Deep, kind of like a whale's. But each is different. Me and my dad play around with these dream instruments. I think by that time I knew I was dreaming again. Eventually the dream lost stability and faded. I don't remember its ending.
    3. Shot up with drugs

      by , 09-28-2013 at 10:27 AM
      Always a fun thing, to be attacked (even in your dreams) in your bedroom. I was kneeling, for some reason, on my bed towards my dresser. It's not unlikely, I have a habit of doing that if I'm looking for something there or setting my phone/other gadgets to charge.

      Someone came from behind, totally silently, and injected me in the neck. When I turned, there was no one there. My boyfriend came in soon after and I told him (though I don't know how my dreamself knew) that I'd been dosed with heroin.

      Now, not knowing what heroin actually does to a person, my mind got creative and decided it would make time do strange things. One moment, I was in the bedroom still, talking to my partner. The next, I was in a shopping centre. I'd completely lost the time where I was travelling, but in my dream I knew that there should have been time. Then, as I was walking, everything started moving really quickly, leaving me standing still in a stream of relentless and rapidly moving people.

      I slipped into a charity shop to be out of the flow and, without knowing what I was doing, started looking through the wares. They had second-hand mobile phones, and I looked at one that had an old style RPG game. I played it a little, but it seemed familiar. I finally figured out that my boyfriend had the same game (he doesn't, but... in the dream.).

      When I woke, I felt a very strong urge to check with my partner to make sure he had that game, even though I knew he didn't.
    4. experamenting with time travel Astral or dream?

      by , 03-19-2013 at 01:50 AM
      I went to sleep for a nap around 4:30 I'm only 32 but I have a bad back so I take frequent naps during the day. I know it was after that when I finally got to sleep my guess would be 4:45-50 awoke 5:30


      felt like astral travel but sometimes charactors were aware of my presents they didn't seem shocked that I was there. experianced time travel things rewinding around me. saw things that I know never happened in true life that makes me thing it wasn't a OBE. I've done obe before. Before this experiance I was trying to project and don't know if I succeeded or not but I had vibrations and was unable to go thru my floor which is usually no problem or my wall but it was easy to get thru my door (closed) but it felt like I got stuck half way thru. my body lay on my bed tho when I started to feel vibrations I could sence that I was by the door so that was the first place I tried to get out. I forced myself awake and tried again. I think I felt vibrations so instead I decided to teleport myself out so I did. It seemed like time was rewinding around me and I said stop and at that point I was with my girlfriend and a friend of mine. They were aware of me because I said something to them and they responded. I than said my girlfriends name and I wanted to go back to the present nothing happened. So I was just like whatever and I asked myself to take me back to world war 2 so I could watch it from a spectators point of view things were rewinding around me and when it stopped I was in a house. It was during the war times but it was america and not europe/asia/hawaii so I wondered around for a while to check stuff out and it was pretty cool. nobody seemed to be aware of me. This may have been an astral experiance. After a while living those days "I was born in the 80's" I decided I want to see myself as a baby so I told myself show me as a child so I was fast forwarded to me at I seemed like 3 years old. It looked just like me as a child from what pictures of me looked like. I watched my first Christmas after that than I went to view my highschool days. I relived alot of the moments that were special in my life as tho they were happening to me again. I wanted to wake up so I said awaken. and I couldn't wake up I tried closing my eyes and nothing. So I'm like what am I stuck here laughing. So I closed my eyes as tight as I could and forced myself awake. I was curious how long I had been asleep and I look at the clock because it seems like I was asleep for several hours (7-8 or even days) It was less than an hour later I know it was after 4:30 when I went to sleep and it was 5:30 when I looked at the clock. I was shocked I know time works differant in the Astral, but my experiance seemed more dreamy
    5. 11/28/11 Training Nap

      by , 11-28-2011 at 07:04 AM (Scrawlings of a Mad Man)
      Nap:
      Practice parkour, on top of rails and branches, swing around free. Fail at forward spin over rail. (Key's thing) Time was slowed... Outside. School?
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    6. Crime after Punishment

      by , 09-06-2011 at 02:00 PM
      13 Aug 2011

      Our world consisted of a number of different districts, each with it's own government, city states if you like. Anyhow, we were of a group of tourists from a few local districts and we had a bus. We arrived in one district from the west. This district was south of our own region of districts. On arrival in this district, we were arrested for some petty crime and put on trial. The questions were all about trivial things. One question I think was about some event at dinner, something to do with the type or quantity of relish used by one individual. The most important issue discussed however was the health condition of one of our party. He had some weird condition of unspecified scope, which requires treatment of the consumption of 'black seed oil' or some such. The prosecutor questioned the witness on the legality of this oil and the witness complained that it couldn't be illegal because it was produced within his district and that would harm the economy. At some point we just decided to leave, and somehow we got away. We drove off in the bus to another district at quite some distance and went to a mass eatery. Something was wrong with it so we walked out and went to a different one. Whilst in the eatery and eating dinner, an attendant approached me and asked if I was from the bus. To this I replied in the affirmative and was informed that the bus was required to be moved before twenty-five people had disembarked. This seemed strange at the time but somehow we were all on the bus again and disembarking. I was the twenty-fifth person but I forgot to inform the driver and M from VTC was there and she asked if I had been aware of the situation and on replying in the affirmative she scolded me for not informing the driver as I was the twenty-fifth passenger. Actually, it strikes me now that the time scale was not linear, in fact on reflection, we may not have left the district but were allowed to leave the court because we had not been caught for the crime yet. In this circumstance it would make sense that we were in fact still eating in the same district, they were not looking for us so we didn't need to get away. The crime could have been in allowing me to get off the bus before moving it. This would also explain the incident questioned in relationship to an event at dinner and how we were told about how we were allowed to disembark the bus after doing so and then given the opportunity of doing it correctly. This doesn't explain the black seed oil however.
    7. 7/26/11 Long Night Dreamwise, But Not Much Recall...

      by , 07-27-2011 at 04:05 AM (Scrawlings of a Mad Man)
      12:45-3:00-6:50-7:28
      Dreams seemed to be very long tonight. But I only recall one... So some were lost, it would seem.

      1) Grocery/book store. Madeleine (9 year old cousin) had just gotten married, but was still a child. Crying. Relapsed due to a break up? Martha(?) Is checking out, I say I'm going to run to the books to grab one I really want, and walk through aisles to the back of the store. Bookshelf to my left.

      Updated 07-27-2011 at 04:15 AM by 29474

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    8. 7/25/11 Time Distortion

      by , 07-26-2011 at 04:11 AM (Scrawlings of a Mad Man)
      1) Driving with my dad and sister. At night, and a man in black is in the middle of the street. We pass him, and my dad says "He's following us!" I lock my door and seal the window. We arrive at a house, my grandmother's maybe... Desserts. Two thugs arrive, I grab a lamp, and start hitting them. My movement is sluggish, and moving too far will make we wake up, I believe.

      7:16-7:28
      2) LUCID. In a field, Michael is there, and there is a crowd. I grab and smash a soft rock. Pick up a red crystal that has a sharp edge, grab him, and ask, "My body, my mind, and my choice, right?" "Your mind, your body, but not exactly your choice." I enter a staircase and let him go.

      3) FA. My clock says two, making me late for school. (while it is summer, apparently...)

      4) At the bottom it opens into "my school". An effeminate teacher accidentally hits me in the head with an advertisement, apologizes. I arrive at a office with two women. They talk to me a little, and one tells me unplugging something would be my payment. I "remember" I'm late in waking, and jump up to fly into the sun.

      5) FA. Clock is reset, and it's dark out still. I jump out of bed and head outside my room to look at the TV clock, but it is off. Power black out.
    9. May 28, 2011

      by , 05-29-2011 at 03:00 PM
      I am in Metro, towards the flower section by one of the checkout counters. There is a rack of chocolate milk jugs that appear to be two-litre containers. Knowing that I have enough money in my wallet to pay for one of them, I take one and open it, drinking. One of the cashiers, who has long, dark hair curled into tiny ringlets, walks up to me and shows me a photo of me opening the jug. I look at her as though she's an idiot: "Of course I'm going to pay for that jug. Do I look like a thief?"

      My father and a couple other people come with some other groceries, and I think my dad offers to pay for it. He asks for the price, and we find it on a small white sticker on the jug. It says it's $1.85. My dad tells me that's an awful price for just 1L of milk. I'm confused, because there's no way that it is just 1L of milk.

      Then I am at a theme park with my father, Helena, Lindy and my brother. We are debating which rides to go on. We try to make it to the IMAX theatre, but fail. I say that I want to at least go on [name of ride], but it is too far away. We decide to try and go to the newly built Dolphin Water Park. However, the time jumps randomly, and by the time it is 7pm, we have only been on one ride. I have to take off my glasses and fuschia baseball cap for it, since I don't want them to fall off.

      Sometime after that, I am in a city, looking at a three-story parking garage that is the parking lot to that theme park. I have a brief memory of swinging - or perhaps I only thought of swinging - like Spiderman between the levels. Then, I am in a stone corridor. My former biology teacher, is being brought in with another woman. He looks weird, as though his features were distorted by a fun house miror, as his face seems longer.

      Anyway, we interrogate him, although for what, I cannot remember. I remember saying, "I'm not lying! I'm an honest person" and remembering the earlier milk jug incident and wondering if that counts as dishonesty. The woman refers to me as Carrie, and I imagine a curly, blonde woman with shoulder-length hair.

      Afterwards, I am on a gigantic, multi-tiered stage. I am part of the production, although I have no idea what is going on. The whole cast is in the middle of abstract dancing, so I try to follow along but eventually give up and do my own stuff, hopping down tiers and gracefully whirling my arms. At one point, near the end, I am with these girls dressed in white and with white face paint. They tell me that I mimed very well. I am confused, as I don't think that what I did counted as miming. I do tell my dad what they said, though, once I have climbed back up the giant staircase of a stage and enter a corridor.

      Then I am going through this building, perhaps in the same area (it's difficult to tell) and I am following someone who is with a group of people. I pretend to be with them, and we all put on cult robes. I have a recollection that I have traded places with someone, that another girl named Carrie is supposed to be in my place (either way, we are spies and not truly brainwashed cult-members).

      We all go into a special room, and everyone but the leaders line up against the wall. The leader has a small girl with him, and she is at most three years old. He gives me a rounded butter spreader knife and tells me I must use stab the girl in the heart with it. I put the knife to the girl's chest and hesitate. I know that he is expecting to call my bluff, that he can see through me. I also know that going through with it will have consequences. However, I grit my teeth, pull back the knife, and thrust it with as much force as I can into the child's body.

      Suddenly, the child turns transparent and then disappears. I see that it has stabbed the cult leader instead - the child was not real. I know that I have hit him in the heart. The leader laughs and says that he has been waiting a long time for this moment. As he dies, I see myself briefly through his eyes and realize that I am becoming a vampire. I tell myself that it is better than he remain a vampire.
    10. (11/23/10) - Something's not right...

      by , 11-23-2010 at 06:53 PM (LiveInTheDream's DJ v2.5)
      Had bad recall from last night. I barely remember anything. The only thing that sticks in my mind is a fragment that began with me being flung through the air in some futuristic city. But this wasn't a clean, coldly-efficient kind of place. It was a big, cyber-scum heap...and by 'scum' I'm describing both the environment and the people there. As I continued through the air I passed by multiple Minority Report-esque advertisements, all of them sensual, furthering the feeling of the place being full of low-lives.

      I can't remember what happened to me once I landed, but I know that at a certain point in the dream, it would restart at this point when I was flung through the city. Then it would all happen the same up to that one point, and restart again. It did this for a dozen times or more before I finally woke up.

      Something about that dream messed with my mind today, too. In spite of all my reality checks and awareness boosters I still feel kind of like I'm still in that dream...like at any moment, everything could restart to an earlier point in time again. My sense of time in general has been distorted somewhat...ten minutes will go by in what seems like an instant, I have difficulty remembering what day of the week it is, etc.

      I probably just didn't sleep that great last night. Maybe I can take a nap this afternoon and have another lucid dream and set everything right.
    11. Rosso and the Desert Temple

      by , 01-08-2009 at 06:00 AM (Visions in the Dark)
      The main character of this dream is Rosso the Crimson and she is in an newly built temple somewhere in a desert. She is still a Tsviet from Deepground and they are fighting alien looking creatures reminiscent of the Predator.

      The dream jumps ahead and it is now many years later. The temple is now ruined and looks as if it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. There are groups of people doing excavations in the area. Rosso is with Vincent Valentine telling him about the fighting that the she and the Tsviets engaged in there before, though she is recounting it as if it were a dream. As she is speaking what she is describing appears as a flashback with her words as a voiceover.

      Rosso tells Vincent that she was commanded by Weiss to kill anyone she came across, alien or not, and to show absolutely no mercy. She gleefully fulfilled her orders, revelling in the bloodshed, until she came across two naked little girls in a courtyard in the center of the temple. They cower and cry in terror and she found that she could not bring herself to kill them.

      Back in the present Rosso tell Vincent that she does not remember what happened the the children, but being a homocidal Tsviet, she probably killed them. Vincent says that he doesn't think that is true, because the excavators have not found remains of any children, though they have dug up many alien skeletons, confirming most of Rosso's kill count. Many of the bodies are found buried in front of lion headed statues of the ancient Egyptian goddess of war and transformation, Sekhmet.

      The dream flashback again, and Rosso is leading the little girls out of the temple. Three enemy aliens approach and move as if to attack. Before they can Rosso asks if there is a safe place to take the children, but aliens tell her not to bother because the little girls are dying anyway. The creatures tells Rosso that she should creamate their bodies and bury their remains in the desert. Rosso praises the three aliens for their wisdom before slaughtering them.

      Back in the future Rosso again tells Vincent that she does not know the fate of the little girls, but Vincent again says that he does not think she killed them, citing again that lack of children's remains. Rosso fears that she did end up following the alien's advice and killed the girls somewhere out in the desert in which case their bodies would never be found. Vincent tells Rosso to stop believing in her fears.


      Dream ends there.
    12. My East Indian life

      by , 12-04-2008 at 06:00 AM (Visions in the Dark)
      I am a young east Indian woman living in an impoverished area with near a beach. I live with my husband, his parents, and another woman whom I call Auntie. My mother-in-law (MIL) and Auntie dote on me because I have no family of my own and I am pregnant. My husband and my father-in-law (FIL) work long hours during the day and are not around very often. In many ways the family is very traditional, but in other ways surprisingly liberal, as they permitted the marriage to my husband even though I was already pregnant with someone else's child. MIL and Auntie are convinced the child will be a boy, FIL remains silent on the issue, and my husband (who is always very kind to me) thinks it will be a girl becuase everyone else thinks it will be a boy. I do not tell my family, but somehow I instinctively or psychically know what the gender of the child is, and it is a girl.

      The dream jumps ahead a few months and I have given birth to a girl like I knew I would. Despite wanting a boy, MIL and Auntie are happy to have a new addition to the family. The dreams jumps ahead again (it does this frequently) to when I am pregnant with my second child. I psychically know the child will be a boy but say nothing to the family since I know they are all hoping for a boy anyway. About the time I give birth to my son, FIL retires and it is up to my husband to support all of us by himself. We care very much for each other but we rarely get to spend time along together because of family obligations or one or both of us being too exhausted.

      The dreams jumps ahead again. My daughter is now five years old and my son is now two. I am pregnant yet again. I have grown very close to MIL and Auntie but their traditional superstitions have them believing that bad fortune will befall the family soon. Unlike the previous pregnancies I have trouble telling what gender this child will be. I think it is a boy, though every time I close my eyes, put my hands on my belly and concentrate, a horrible sense of coldness and dread overcome me, but not because I sence anything evil, more like I am being engulfed in a vast, endless dark void. I do not tell anyone of these feelings.

      Bad fortune does seem to befall the family early in my pregnancy though, as my husband loses his job, Auntie turns to prostituion for money, MIL falls ill and FIL becomes very depressed. FIL will not eat and soon he falls sick and dies. We have very little money from Auntie's street walking to buy food, and thus definately cannot afford to pay for creamation or ceremonial rites, so we have no choice but to leave FIL's body rotting in the streets just outside of our dismal hovel. MIL is soon consumed by a similar dispair that took FIL and we all fear that she will die soon. One night Auntie goes out to work the streets and never returns and all we can do is assume the worst.

      When I am eight months pregnant a tall skinny man arrives at the door of our meger lodgings and claims to be my brother (he does look like one of my bros in real life actually). He says that he is worried about me having so many children and thinks that I should stop. My husband and MIL throw him out and warn him never to come back. The next morning there is a basket of fresh white lotus flowers outside of our door, which I am able to sell to street vendors and pedestrians for a few coins each because they are considered good luck by many people. MIL wants me to keep one for myself but I ignore her and sell the last one because I want to be able to afford to feed my newborn when it comes along. Almost immediately a terrible pain erupts in my abdomen and blood starts gushing from my vagina. I somehow make my way home, but it is too late - I have miscarried what would have been my second son. MIL and my husband are very sad and they shun me for awhile, which makes my grief over losing my third child even worse.

      The dreams jumps ahead again and our family is experiencing more favourable times. I am close to MIL again, who is no longer sick or depressed, my husband is employed again, our surviving children are healthy and being educated, and I am pregnant again. This one is going to be a girl and I tell my MIL that I am able to predict the gender of the child, but didn't say anything before out of fear of being accused of insanity or witchcraft and being thrown out of the house. To my surprise MIL is very happy at my psychic ability and tries to convince me to use my powers to make money. I refuse because I fear that if I reveal to some expecting couples that they will have a girl rather than a boy, they will then voluntarily abort the female fetus or abandon the baby girl upon birth (which is a very real problem in India actually).


      The dream ends there.

      I believe this may be a past life dream.
    13. Two paintings

      by , 05-21-2008 at 05:00 AM (Visions in the Dark)
      I dreamed I was in some sort of classroom, and it appears that it is situated in a basement. The walls were concrete and painted a pale blue, with three windows near the ceiling along the north wall. Flourescent lights provided most of the illumination. There were many students in the room but I cannot remember any specific details about them. I cannot remember exactly what it was about them but I knew that I did not like them because they were bullies and stuff. I was relieved when they all left when the bell rang. I do not know what time it is and what the bell was for as I am busy painting on two canvases. I can clearly remember every step I took and every stroke I made with the paintbrush and it felt like I was engaged in this activity for hours.

      There were no clocks for me to look at but the daylight did not change from what I could see and it was unusually quiet for a school. It felt like everything outside of me was frozen in time. As I finished the second painting, however, the group of students who left at the beginning of the dream returned. They surrounded me to see what I was doing but I ignored them because I do not like bugging me when I am painting and I assumed that they were just going to bully and harass me like they always did.


      I cannot remember anymore of this dream.

      This dream is not the first in which I have created art but it is frustrating because my dream art skill level is always much higher than my skill in waking life and I can almost never recreated the images that I see in my dreams anyway. The two abstract paintings I made in the dream are still fairly clear in my mind, and I want to try and paint them for real. The first painting was made with the colours blue, green and purple, while the second painting was made with the colours red, orange and yellow. The second painting also had three distinct curved strokes, painted in red, in the lower left quarter of the image. I have tried quick sketches with pencils but they are colourless and insufficient.
    14. Vacation island attacked

      by , 10-08-2006 at 07:23 AM (Visions in the Dark)

      It starts off on an island beach resort where many people are enjoying the fine weather and warm water. I am relaxing on a beach towel not far from the water and I can see a family of four in front of me. There is the father and son, who are caucasian, and the mother and daughter, who are oriental. The father is playing with the children at the water's edge and the mother is watching from their beach towel not far away.

      Seaweed started drifting to shore in vast amounts and many people start rushing out of the water. Some of the seaweed has jellyfish hidden inside and they are stinging whoever happens to touch them. The father ignores the seaweed and continues to allow his son to play while the daughter responds to the mother's call to get out of the water. Eventually, the frustrated mother gets up and rushes over to her son and pulls him to shore, where she cradles him in her lap and fawns over him for a bit. The father and mother begin to argue. For some reasons the father has not seen the jellyfish and has not acknowledged all the people rushing out of the water. He is angry because he thinks that the children should be allowed to continue to play in the water.

      Just then there is a voice over a loudspeaker telling everone in the army to gather in a nearby parking lot. Just after that sirens start going off all over the resort. Apparently I am a soldier, even though I am on vacation, I am being enlisted to fight. At the parking lot all of the soldiers who have gathered are told that we are under attack - but the sky is clear and there are no signs of "enemy" activity anywhere, (unless you count the mass amounts of seaweed and jellyfish washing upon the shoreline). The soldiers are given weapons and ammunition, split into groups, and most are sent into the forests to "hunt down the enemy."

      My group consists of 16 men and I (the only woman) and there is a wide variety of nationalities represented. Our orders are to secure the area as the civilians are escorted to safety. Chaos ensues when smoke bombs and gunfire errupt from an unseen source. There are people running everywhere and some of the commanders from the soldier's units are either killed or run away. Some of the members from my group (including the commander) get seperated from us in the smokey chaos. The rest of us commandeer a school bus and directs civilians to get on. It takes a few trips but we seem to get all of the civilians in the area to a nearby airport where an airbus is waiting to take them to saftey.

      Before the last airbus leaves I hear something odd and run off on my own into a nearby forest. There is a helicopter trying to take off from an akward angle on a hill and I cannot figure out it managed to land without hitting any of the surrounding trees. There are two men in the cockpit and they look like they start to panic when they see me. The copter begins to lift into the air and I duck because I am afraid of being hit by the blades as the craft straightens out. When it is off the ground and starts to ascend gunfire errutps from a nearby bush and damages the underside of the helicopter, but does not stop it. When the copter is gone, a muscular black man steps out from behind the bush. It is the commander of my unit and he asks me to come along with him. I agree and report that all of the civilians have been evacuated and the vacation resort has been secured. He gives me a strange look but says nothing.

      We walk down the hill, through some thick bushes and straight into what looks like a zen garden. The men from my unit are all sitting on benches that encircle the rock garden and seem happy to see me. The commander asks me if I remember everyones name and to point them out if I do so. I think it is a weird request but I comply and am able to name every single member of my group except one, a black man with long dreadlocks. The man with the dreadlocks laughs at me and says in a thick jamacian accent: "My name would be "Johney Oh" in english and it rhymes with cloud". I still cannot remember his name and the whole unit finds it very funny.

      I am told that when I dissapeared into the forest that I had dissapeared for several months. The "enemy" could still not be found and everyone wanted to know where I had been. I tried to tell them that almost no time elapsed between running from the airport to coming across the helicopter in the forest, but no one believes me. The is a bit more with my unit on an aircraft but I cannot rememeber most of it. The dream ends soon after anyways.