Hi everyone! I had a dream last night. I don't remember much of it, but I remember part of it. I was walking with someone, not anyone I recognised, but I got the feeling that the two of us were friends walking home from either a group activity, or perhaps shopping, as we were carrying bags with us. Part way along the walk I noticed a person following behind us. On second glance he was carrying a grenade..! I was instantly panicked, and tried to get us to move faster. The person behind us was right on our tail though, and he suddenly pressed the button on the grenade. I knocked him down the hill with his bomb, but unfortunately he grabbed my friend's leg, and took her down the hill with him! I then woke up, or so I thought.. I got out of bed like usual, and began to move over to my door. While I did so a shadowy figure followed straight behind me! Then, I properly woke up!
February 03, 2015 Zukin Got Shot D: Zukin and I were living with a psychopathic killer, apparently... One day he 3D-printed a gun, and used it to kill Zukin and three other people... right in front of me. Then he laid them all out over a long table, on their backs. This whole time I was numb and couldn't really move. I didn't even fully take in what had happened until the killer left through the front door. I tried to wake Zukin and the others up, but they wouldn't move... Then I heard the sirens from outside. I looked through the peep-hole in the front door, and saw a cop standing at the other side of a fairly long tunnel. I naturally let the cop in, because I was innocent and wanted the killer to be caught. The cop came in and asked a few questions, then inspected the bodies... I couldn't look at Zukin. I went a little crazy then. I invited some random chick into the house, made her wear a green cloth over her head, and mentally green-screened Zukin's face onto the green cloth... I was trying to make it so Zukin was still alive, but it wasn't working. she was still dead, and I was lost. I called the cop who had come before and asked him to come over so I could ask him something. It had finally hit me that she was gone, and because the psychopath was still at large, I had to keep this all a secret. But I wanted to be able to call Zukin's mom and tell her what had happened. I didn't think it was fair that her mom had no idea she was dead. So this cop finally comes back, and I ask him if I am allowed to call Zukin's mom, and the cop said absolutely not. It would compromise the whole investigation, he said... Then I woke up and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was and the rush of relief when I realized it had all been a dream was tangible. Field Force-Fields I am part of a group who was walking along a bunch of crops and checking force-fields. Like, each crop had a force-field around it to keep bugs and animals and robber out. We were in pairs, and had to walk or bike around the edges of each field to check that the force-fields were all intact. My partner and I spotted an anomaly in our field, and used this contraption to seal it up again. It turned out a piece of something had gotten stuck in the force-field which made it bowl out, or something. Our field was edged by a river on one side, and we had to cross a bridge to get to our next field. I had super vision, apparently, because when I looked in any direction I could see the other pairs making their way along their own fields, which were far away. It was as if each pair was only about 20 feet from my partner and I. It looked like all the other pairs were having issues; either one of them was injured or otherwise slowing things down, or the pairs were bickering, which also slowed them down. It seemed like my partner and I were the only ones running full throttle.
I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party. One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well. This went on for awhile until we became relationship status. At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions. This creeped me out. The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me. "Why are you following me?!" I asked her. "I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly. "Excuse me, your story?" "I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained. Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one. "If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked. "Wouldn't that ruin things?" "I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily. She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three." "And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?" "Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence. I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch. I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die. But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up. I ran with this idea. Literally. I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view. I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape. My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck? It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen. At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running. And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over. I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy. That insensitive bitch. I walked out of the strange room and back into town. I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast. So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice. The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all. He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness. "Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything." I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears. "You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it. He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will." Fuck. This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love. So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him. I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate. I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again. I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover. I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering. Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story. We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed. We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again? Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit. "Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him. We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly. "RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me. "It's after you, not me!" "JUST RUN!!!" He demanded. I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house. I wondered where on Earth I was. There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside. After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive. "Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn. I flipped the light switch on. We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified. I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet." She nodded her blonde head in obedience. I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter. We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next. And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers. "...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled. "We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered. "From who?" "It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged. She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left. We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author. My coworker was standing behind her. "I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?" We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified. "Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered. Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife. He pushed me back, trying to protect me. "Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet. He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated. In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?" "Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up." I refused. "We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked. I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning. Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off. I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already. If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse. Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life. I thought about ending it. If I committed suicide, then I would save his life. But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story? I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life. I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide. We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas. "Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me. "Sure." "What will it be?" She asked. "Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted. While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on. I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see. "What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand. It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her. "You fucking prick!" She shrieked. I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle. "You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside. Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for. I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.
When a exiting a store with Robert (my sig. other) and our 7-year-old daughter, Nikola, she wanders off as we take notice of a tall slender man down in the parking lot, randomly shooting at people with a shot gun. We scream to Nikola to come here and she runs and gets to me, we both lie down on the ground to avoid shots, only to look up and see him standing a few feet away pointing the gun at both of us. Just as he's about to shoot, Robert pulls out a shot gun and starts firing at him. I roll with Nikola down a nearby hill, run down the street and to a outdoor food court. I sit on the ground with Nikola. I am in shock and shaking uncontrollably, unable to speak. I then hear that it has ended. So reluctantly get up and walk up the street toward the store. There are police everywhere. It's now raining. I approach an officer directing traffic. I ask "Is he alive?". The look on his face tells me no. He says "It wasn't from gunshot." then he is distracted and the feeling of total loss and devastation for Nikola and I is overwhelming. Then I wake up.
This is my first entry, and my first time in any sense attempting to record a dream, having had one. It's only recently I began remembering my dreams, and only that because of a brief reading about lucid dreaming. I'll start backwards because it'll help me remember: The final segment was my mother revealing some information about the downfall of a friend of mine's family. In real life this friend of mine I saw last night at a party and he is headed off to the Cayman Islands to teach Cello - maybe that was why he was in my head. It was just an oblique about the success of this guy's older brother, who displayed great academic achievement, as opposed to some of the other siblings who were more along the lines of great musical achievement. He was already publishing articles as head boy at the private school he went to - before the family collapsed. I suppose all this provoked in me was an extra sense of sadness at all the potential some of these kids had, and the distruption their various life trajectories underwent, as they ended up having their home life and family taken out from underneath them, and the effects this has had on them. All this was being told me on the day before a set of exams I had to do, which stayed with to the point I was sitting on the dewed grass of a green that was familiar yet unfamiliar of a university which was similar yet different to the one I went to. Then interestingly came a focus to my own home. Which was unrecogniseable and yet familiar. It was labyrinthine, with loads of rooms I had never seen before and yet which seemed vaguely familiar. One which sticks in my head was a cored nursery which was the only room which looked unused but was being kept for that purpose for some peculiar reason. Maybe because my mother still hopes sooner or later a cousin on or somesuch will bring a child over. Then comes the basement, which seems to have been where I was. It seems to have been some kind of a workshop for me. It was full of wooden cutout figures that had painted faces; curiously grotesque and horrific yet comical and almost funny as well. It was darkly lit and mostly cement, with a cool, almost wet sense to the air. A backdoor to the basement opened out to a dry desert road going around the side of a mesa. On a layby slightly below this road I was building a very large gattling gun out of rather ineffectual materials. In some cases there was metal, bullets, cables, things which in themselves seemed to overheat and break far too quickly. Meanwhile some important structural parts of the machine were being done in cardboard, and I didn't see how strange that was. Anyway that's it in reverse order.
In an especially horrible dream, I was living with with my Dad in the mountains. He had a newly born baby with him, who at one pivotal point fell over when it was left by itself on the steps outside my grandmother's house, and hit its head quite seriously on the hard surfaces, effectively killing it, but it wasn’t discovered for some days, allowing for some decomposition. When we discovered the baby’s corpse it had transformed into a magical object that allowed us to fully control time and space, however sometimes it would also transform into a small sharp-toothed dog and chase us around.
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