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Friday 7th September 2007

I went to sleep after reading Surrealist's stories of Succubi and Incubi, so that may explain some of this dream.

So for some reason this started of as me getting angry with a wasp...yeah, a wasp. I was annoyed at the fact that it kept buzzing round me, so I just shouted in anger before walking away. Suddenly I felt a sharp stab in my back, like a pinch. The wasp had stung me, so for some reason I ran into my friend's house where I was. I got upstairs before realising 'why the hell am I running? It's a wasp!' I turn back and stand in a room waiting for it to come in. Suddenly my mum is stood next to me and says "it's 2-0 to the wasp."
I nod, and she leaves through a door that in reality isn't there. The wasp comes in and I punch it full on. Surely that would kill a wasp? Well we kept fighting since somehow it's still alive, and eventually the 'score' gets to 5-3 and the wasp flies away - I feel good about myself ... for beating a wasp in a fight ...

Anyway next part of the dream; I am staying in a house which is massive, and I'm with my girlfriend, my mum, my uncle, and a few girls/guys that I dream-knew. Apparently I'm training them all in preparation for when we go to the house Surrealist talked about in a thread on here. I keep having visions/premonitions of one girl lying down screaming, but I shrug them off.
Just before setting off, one of the guys starts speaking in a ghostly/electronical voice (don't ask lol). I then say "that's what it will sound like - keep on your guard cause they are tempting when you see them." We leave that guy behind, and make our way to the house (which turns out to be my house in real life - lovely (!) ). Once there, my mum and uncle go back (not wanting to stay) and say they'll pick us up in the morning.
Throughout the whole night (in the dream) nothing happens, and we all just crash on an unusually long sofa. In the morning we are woken by an angry old guy complaining about a large patch of liquid on the carpet. We all claim it wasn't us, but he quickly disappears. For some reason everyone except my girlfriend (who for some other reason was the woman who plays adult Isobel from The 4400 - dream sign in knowing a famous person, but since she wasn't famous in the dream and was called 'Dani' I didn't think) and I leaves the room. We just get 'close' when there are roars of laughter from outside the room. Dressed I run out to find a couple of people laughing at nothing, and a sort of TV static is floating in the air. I realise this is 'it' (my dream's version) and shout "stop laughing or you'll die!" this does the trick as now everyone is worried. Noticing what looks like a floating pixel, I hit it with a baseball bat, and a mirror that hangs on the wall at the top of the stairs turns to a crudely done oil panting/sketch of the f***ing annoying host with the hat and over-sized mouth from Mario Party 8. I hit the now larger, blurred pixel again, and the picture vanishes, leaving a dark hallway behind it. I stand still for a moment before shouting "this is it!"
In an instant everyone is fighting an oil-sketch man, and I go to the top of the stairs to fight the boss-type guy. It warps me into the wall, both of us now displayed as oil-sketch people on the wall. I am back out again in a second, but I see the oil-me is getting beaten, so I grab a 2x4 plank of wood and begin making uppercut moves with it at the MP8 guy. He is getting hurt badly by it, and as the trash-talking starts, I kill him off. I go downstairs but that's when I wake up.

So unfortunately not really any Lucidity in my first attempt since joining, but hopefully soon...