The Cusp

There was something in my dream. I don't recall actually seeing it, but I knew it was there. It wanted something from me. What it wanted was for me to dream of things I was very attached to, it loved these and couldn't get enough. I don't know if it was feeding of them or what, but that's what it wanted, and it did it's best to encourage me to provide them. It's absolute favorite thing was children, and the attachment parent form to their children. I don't have any kids, but it was encouraging me to have some, just so I could bring it it's ultimate prize...

I was contemplating my relationship with my parents last night.

Ive just fallen asleep, and I notice the dreamscape is still kind of dark and shadowy, not fully formed yet. I realize this means I'm dreaming!

I see that I'm at work, so I try to levitate into the air to begin flying, so that I can use the power of momentum to solidify the dream. Only instead of my body rising into the air, a ghost or spirit form of myself rises out of my dream body. Close enough. I completely ignore the spit that just happened, and focus completely on flying, and even looking back at the "body" I just left behind.

I dip and dive, building speed, my flight control gets better, and I randomly float down to the ground. While wondering what do do next, I spot my new co-worker. I get the idea to try and somehow leave a mark on his real physical body by messing with this representation of him in the dream world. I had read of people waking with red marks from doing this, and I wanted to try it. I figured I'd put my hands on his arm or something, but then he began walking right at me.

I throw up my hands and push against my co-worker's chest, but I have no traction, and he just keeps walking, pushing me along until he plows me into some work benches and the impact wakes me up.

Raz A;'ghul and Werewolves
Sleep: OK
Sleep position: Left side (right brain)

I've somehow become Ras Al'ghul, in charge of the entire League of Assassins. Unfortunately, there are those who would challenge my authority, and there's a lot of people trying to kill me, particularly ninjas. As I'm fighting off my various attackers, I notice these ingenious traps set all over the compound. The traps are made from sticks or stiff vines woven together like a basket to create something like a spring. The wooden sticks are pulled down and tied off so that they spring outwards with a great deal of force, impaling victims with blades and attatched to the end of the wooden spring traps.

These wooden springs are very strong and very sturdy. I can stand on one, trigger it, and use it to launch myself through the air. I'm jumping and flipping and flying all over the place.

-The theme of being chased and hunted stuck with through the night, and as some point it shifted from ninjas to werewolves. I was in class in high school, when I hear something in the hall. I go to look and see a monstrously huge werewolf tearing up the hall. It's so big, so fast, and so powerful, I don't even think about fighting it, I just flee. I don't think I'm going to make it, when the werewolf suddenly turns and runs right through the door to another classroom, blasting if off the hinges like it was nothing.

I hear screams from the classroom, and run back into mine, when I can hear the werewolf coming. I don't even have time to close the door properly before it bursts into the room. Luckily there's other students nearby which momentarily distracts the beast as it tears them apart. I run and spot a metal cabinet, which I crawl inside of. Again, before I can properly close the doors, the werewolf is on me and ravaging the cabinet. It falls over onto it's front, keeping the front closed under it's weight. I breathe a sigh of relief.