Thread: Dream Master's dream journal

I just had some dream about the end of the world. Me and, ugh... Mr. Spock... had just graduated some school of ...something. We were rivals. I....something about sliding down a muddy hill? When some voice in my head or just somehow I knew the end of the world was coming. There was to be an eclipse of the sun in just a few minutes, and once that happened the sun would somehow be gone forever. So I leaped up from the mud hill I was sliding on, really high into the sky, and began to gently float down and over to the house to tell mom and dad. Even as I floated things began to get darker and colder. Once I landed I immediately began to call for mom, very frantically. Things began to act like some dumb melodramatic movie. Mom called from somewhere in the back yard. “I’m here, [my name] I’m here!!”. Stuff seemed all primitive. I think we lived in the garage? In some sort of run-down village? I told her about the sun eclipsing and what would happen after, and me and mom and dad all crumpled to our knees. I looked up at the sun to see it beginning to turn red, like from a sunset but it was in the middle of the sky, and it was getting dimmer. I then began to repent and ask Jesus to forgive me for my sins, and not to send me to hell. I began to remember something about my previous studies (in the dream I had spent years studying something)......I just remembered another part of the dream. Before all this happened, I remember something about making it into the ranks of some important group of people, like guards or something. People who kept watch for something...? There were four of us, including me. Some fat black guy, probably Mr Spock too...and two other guys. One of these guys was my superior who was teaching me about stuff and I was intimidated by him. And then....something about....I turned into “Gary the Retard” for some reason. There was a really cute Asian girl who really liked me (Gary the retard), and she insisted that I let her suck my wang. And so, I did. It felt so friggin’ good, but at the same time I was thinking. ewww! I can’t believe she’s giving oral to Gary the retard! I was aware the whole time that I was stuck inside this retards body. As the girl did her thing, while I was greatly aroused, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to ejaculate. The girl worked at it furiously for what seemed like a really long time, and then finally she stopped, all worn out and then I came. All over the floor and over her, all thick and gross. It came out in individual squirts of varying colors. Regular, yellowish and a sickly translucent red. Some guy who was there in the background, witnessing the whole thing mentioned about the red. Something like, “gross! you have blood in your cum?” And I (still Gary), said it wasn’t blood. So, I think I remember my superior getting all understandably upset about how I had a sexual encounter while on the job....And then probably soon after that I ....Was learning something with a group of people? Learning how to do something? I think it was how to properly slide down that mud hill...? So, anyhoo, as the sun grew dark, and things seemed to be getting colder, I remembered something I had supposedly learned a long time ago in the dream. That once the darkness fell and the sun was completely gone, swarms of demonic insects would (this Probably inspired from that dumb point pleasant show I watched last night) burst forth from the ground and attack people. The dream then briefly shifted to Mr. Spock saying how he should have, and was still thinking about turning me in for something I had done. Not the for the Asian girl incident, but for something else that I can’t remember. There was a sense that I was the pesky conniving student, and he was the good one. I then told him that I knew I should have killed him after “the incident” but knew everyone would know it was me that did it, so that’s why I didn’t do it. For some reason I was holding his severed arm as we spoke. It wasn’t bloody or anything. Spock also mentioned that the fact I get drunk had something to do with my inability to....know things? Alcohol blinded me from something? Shortly after that I woke up. even though this wasn’t a particularly scary dream, I was gripped with a deep sense of worry? For some reason I became really scared that I’d feel a tap on the back of my neck from...some....thing.....So then I got up and started writing this dream down. Oh yeah, I had a brief vision of a book with a whole bunch of eyes on it. They were all in the shape of when people smile. Now, it’s probably from all those Freddy movies I’ve been watching lately, maybe. I’m so super tired now...ugh.. And it’s so damn early in the night! Grrrrrrr.....I’m glad I don’t have school tomorrow.

This dream continues the same “end of all things” theme as the one before. I’m sure I had some other dreams too, but this is the only one I can remember. I was on some highway, I guess in new York, because the statue of liberty was beginning to collapse. Some supports inside the statue had given way, and now the statue was starting to get all melty looking. It was sagging and looked all lopsided. Everything was all dim and strange looking. All my dreams look like that. The statue was really close to everything, instead of being way far away on that island it’s on. Finally, it fell over completely. This signaled the end of the world. I then found myself on some strange dock type place? There was water in some squares cut into the floor. The dock was some sort of fun center, with a bunch of arcade games and other stuff like that everywhere. Even though there was a lingering sense of urgency and a desire to escape, people were taking it easy by playing on the machines. There was some girl there who I really liked (just a girl who existed in the dream alone) but I can’t remember that much about her. She was playing some strange videogame, where the character you played looked a lot like Stimpy from Ren and Stimpy. The game was in the same style as that show too. Then there was something about some people? Walking through some white hallway...there were pillars on the sides of the hall and the ceiling was very high. Some older woman in white? And a few others who followed behind her. I don’t know what this had to do with the rest of the dream, but that’s all I can remember. This wasn’t a nightmare, and I didn’t wake up from it all scared.

Ugh...I had yet ANOTHER end of the world dream again last night. It seemed to last all night long too. It had something to do with Bush and Kerry. The election hadn’t happened yet, but Bush seemed to be the most popular vote. People were at each others throats over who should be the next president. Then Bush gets elected. He commissions this huge space station be built, along with a whole bunch of saucer crafts. America was at war with someone...the sense was that Bush was at war with a state or states within the U.S. But it could have been another country, not necessarily Iraq.

So the fight was on, there was a big war, and the U.S. was winning. Intelligence said that the opposing side had hidden some sort of atomic mines under where the U.S. was stationed. The slightest rumble would set them to go off a little bit after. The flying saucer ships seemed to be the main line of defense. They were huge and silver, just like a stereotypical flying saucer. They had some little node that protruded from the bottom. They all hovered above the ground, with the node floating just a few inches from the ground. Americas victory was almost complete. But they had a pesky ace up their sleeves. They knew that whoever we were fighting knew that if those atomic mines went off, not only America, but half of the entire world would be destroyed, killing America‘s enemies too. All the soldiers and Bush’s men and all those who were for Bush boarded the flying saucers to be taken up to the giant space station which was orbiting the earth. The flying saucers all acted in unison. They began to slowly lift up into the air a couple feet and then, with great force, they all pounded into the ground triggering all the mines that were hidden. With only a few minutes to spare, they lifted off into the sky and headed to the space station. I saw all the atomic bombs go off in a bunch of different places. Just like in a movie, there was a city where there was people just living out their lives....when the blast wave hit them and killed them all at once. The bodies were flying everywhere. It was almost like...ohhh yeah! I think it was just one really powerful bomb that went off instead of a bunch. Well....The impression was that there was more than one, but I think I was seeing the destruction of just one of the bombs.

When the bomb went off, it was just like how they show atomic bombs on tv. But the ring that came out grew and grew. It was some glowing yellow ring that never dissipated. It hit the city, and some woman with her baby in a stroller. The woman and baby went flying. The ring must have covered all of America, because it got all the way to an ocean (I have no idea if it was the Pacific or Atlantic). But the one giant ring became like an onion slice, with a bunch of rings coming off of it. Once it got to the ocean they lost their velocity, and were just bouncing around on the oceans surface because they were so hot and seething with radiation. There was some guy trying to swim where the rings were bouncing around, and he was all upset at them. He was saying something to them like “get outta my ocean!” or something like that. Then the dream shifted to showing the saucers in space, docking with the station. The space station sort of looked like a really fat jumbo jet. It was all black with millions of little lights on it (probably windows). It was very rounded. It looked like millions and millions of people could live in the space station comfortably. One by one the saucers, which now looked more like littler versions of the space station, docked into their own ports. I think in the dream I realized that the plan was to stay in the station for 50 or however many years it takes for radiation to wear off and the surface to be habitable again. For the most part, those are all the things I can remember in detail.

There were a few other things here and there. Like, there were survivors on earth somehow. And everything was all rundown and dirty looking . There was a billboard showing some women in “fancy” clothes, but they too were all shabby and dirty. The billboard was like a tv, advertising a couple things, but also acting as a PSA about the things that you couldn’t touch, because they were radioactive. One of these untouchable things were dolls or toys that kids might find in rubble. I think maybe people were mutating, because I vaguely remember some black creatures co-existing with regular people. The dream just went on and on, following the lives of some of the people trying to survive on earth. I woke up a few times, but went back into the same dream. The last one I can remember was something about seeing Eddie Murphy walking around. I was eating a bag of chips, and he came up to me and reached his dirty hand into the bag and grabbed a handful of them and started eating them without even asking! I got all upset and didn’t care who he was. So he was all indignant and justifying why it wasn’t wrong what he did. I think I called him some racial slurs just to rile him up and get him to fight me. A car then pulled up, and I guess Eddie Murphy knew the person because he got in the passenger side and told the girl driving to get out of there. I leaped up on the top of the car and started trying to rip the top off. At this time I had turned into one of the black creatures. I guess maybe the radiation had given people the ability to change their forms into these creatures.

The creatures were pure black and stood on all fours. They had very sharp talons and jagged teeth. The skin was all shiny and they had tails. The skin was also rough with some kind of plate scales and two rows of little horn things lined their spine down to the tail. I was trying to claw at Eddie Murphy, but couldn’t get to him. The car was driving all erratically, trying to throw me off. Murphy then pulled out a shotgun to try and shoot me off, but I grabbed it before he could do anything and bent the barrels. He started pulling out a whole bunch of shotguns, but every time he pulled another out, I kept bending them so they were useless. And that’s all I can remember.

In one dream I had, I was some superman type hero. I went to attend a special dinner in my honor and the dinner was being presented by all these different alien creatures. We were all sitting at a huge banquet table, and one of the aliens got up to give a toast to me. My superhero sense must have kicked in, because I was overwhelmed with the feeling that they were about to try and kill me. So I got up from the table and took off flying (the whole thing took place outdoors. And I think I was on an alien planet. The table was in a well groomed grassy field). As I began to lift off, one of the aliens tried to stop me by grabbing one of my legs. To the aliens surprise, my leg just began to stretch and stretch as I flew higher in the air. I looked down and saw the alien holding my leg, when suddenly it snapped off. My leg immediately grew right back and I laughed at the angry alien, who was shaking his fists in fury at my escape.

I had another dream where I had some neat superpowers. I used to remember this one well, but because it was so long ago, I forgot exactly what happened. I was an evil guy with superpowers. I had the power to possess people, and project myself through solid matter by compressing all my molecules together. What I’d do is put my arms up and bent halfway at the elbows. I would then begin to compress all my molecules together. It was sort of like a geyser, where something that wants to come out is stopped up and once it is released, bursts out with great force. Thats what I did with my molecules. They became so compressed that they had to be released. I could control the force and where exactly each molecule went. When I started to feel like I was leaning up against a wall, I knew I was ready to project myself. The molecules erupted faster than light, and were so small and quick that they could penetrate anything. I vaguely remember possessing the body of some guy, but the thing I remember the most was that I used my powers for selfish gain. I broke into a bank. And, using my hyper molecular transportation, I whisked through the bulky safe door. After I collected all the money I could carry, I simply exited the door in the safe. The door had a green exit sign above it, which was extremely dumb and corny....why would a safe have a simple exit door....?

I had some dream recently that I can hardly remember. I have lots of dreams where I have powers of characters in movies like spiderman, superman, T-1000, and wolverine. In this dream I had wolverines metal claws. Usually when I have these dreams, the claws hurt when coming out, and they take a long time, and some don’t even come out all the way. Other times they are all out, but it hurts to try and slash stuff. This dream it was just like I had his claws for real. I was slashing stuff up with no problems. It was pretty fun.

Stephen King had had a house built for Mel Brooks. And of course, since Stephen King had drawn up the building plans and paid to have it built with his own money, the house was inherently evil. The dream was like a movie, following a group of I think four or five people. The house was set up really weird. More like a contemporary church interior than an actual house. There were large, carpeted hallways and big windows (it was night outside). And there were fluorescent lights. Not all the house was like this, just one part of it. I can’t really remember what the rest of it looked like. The parts I can remember the best are: A woman was walking down some old stone steps into a cellar, or just a downstairs area of the house. It was all dark and she was calling for someone. The closer she got to the bottom of the stairs, the more scared she got. She knew something bad was down there, and her primal instinct of fear was beginning to take over. She was almost to the bottom when she could begin to see some of the stuff that was down there. One thing (I can’t remember what else) she saw was a life-size stone lion. It was strangely carved and the eyes were hollowed out. They were just shallow indents. When she saw the lion she decided she’d had enough and quickly turned around and began to run up the stairs. The lion then sprang to life. It leaped from where it sat and pounced on the woman. I think it dragged her down the steps. The lion was holding some stone bat in it’s paw. It was like it was fused onto it. The lion then began to bludgeon the women. The lion took the head of the bat and started to grind the woman’s brains and bits of skull into the cold stone floor. It was horribly brutal and relentless, and the most disturbing thing about it was that the lions face had no expression. Those hollow eyes… It came to me in the dream that the house was alive and was trying to understand death and pain. It had no concept of hate, mercy, good or evil, but because the house was evil it gravitated to evil things like brutal murder. The next thing I remember was the remaining people (I was now one of them) were desperately trying to find an exit out of the house. We came to some giant room that was set up like some stream that one would find outdoors. There was a mock rocky hill and there was a huge stream of what looked like gently flowing water. There were stepping stones that led across the water to a door on the other side of the room. There was three other people besides me, and we all started across the rocks. I was gripped with a terrible fear of the water....It wasn’t really water! I floated up and onto the fake rocky hill and turned around just in time to see the house kill the rest of my group. they were all doing fine, then the water level suddenly rose. The substance we all thought was plain water was really some nefarious substance. Once it came into contact with any part of a person, even their clothes and shoes, it immediately soaked up into them. I saw the people I was with swell up with the liquid and they began to vomit the stuff. It gushed from every orifice. They looked morbidly obese and began to swell more and more until they finally exploded. At this point in the dream, I was probably so scared that I woke up, because that’s all I can remember.

I had a dream about some girl... There was a bunch of other stuff that happened before this, but I can’t remember it...It’s been a few days after I had this dream. There was some pretty girl who...she was about my height, voluptuous and sort of stalky. A strong woman. She had long sandy brown hair and she was wearing a red flannel shirt. It was one of “those” dreams, so upon seeing her, I immediately started taking off her clothes. As I unbuttoned her shirt I began to notice the girl was dirty. She had a bunch of scrapes and scratches all over her chest and face. Like she had just tumbled into some blackberry bushes.

In these dreams I’m frantic, because I know any second I’ll wake up. It’s like there’s some alarm in my brain that when it knows I’m having a sex dream it wakes me up. So I take her shirt off and notice that not only does she have a bunch of scratches, she has a missing breast! Her left breast had been removed. This did not phase me that much. I sucked on her existing breast and started undoing her pants. I pulled her panties off and looked at her genitals while I did this. She looked normal down there in the beginning but as I pulled her panties off, her vagina started looking weird and looked like it was starting to stretch out. After I had gotten them fully off I saw that she had a fully erect penis! I didn’t care and began masturbating her. In a short while she ejaculated and I rubbed my wang against hers and ejaculated with her....And that’s all I can remember.

Here’s another dream I had a real long time ago and can’t remember the date. It was at least three years ago or less. I was in “my room” which in real life was my sister's room at the time. It was set up like it used to be, when my brother and I shared it. Our bunk beds were there, but the room was a lot bigger than it really is. Other stuff had happened that led up to this in the dream, but I can’t remember what. There was a witch coming after me - not to kill me I don’t think, but she intended to do something more sinister than that. I was starting to get really scared in the dream the closer she got. She came through the door, and finally I decided I had enough. Now, every time I’ve had a bad dream, all I’ve had to do is squeeze my eyes shut and violently shake my head. I can feel myself sleeping and make myself shake my head in reality. So I did this. I thought to myself, heh...stupid witch! I’ve got an ace up my sleeve. (shakes head). And I woke up....But it was in the witches house that I awoke!!!!! I was freaked out because it all felt so real. I almost started to panic, because how was this possible. The room was completely dark, but because my eyes were adjusted to the dark, I could make out some vague objects that were in the room. First of all, I was in a bedroom. There were posters and stuff on the walls. Everything was all old and dirty. Maybe there was a scent of mildew in the air? I could see where the door was, because light was shining faintly through the cracks. By the door there was a huge, HUGE pile of stuffed animals of varying sizes and types. They were also all old and dirty...probably where the mildew smell was coming from. The pile was as tall as maybe five feet. On the very top of the pile was a large, distorted Garfield. It was all stretched out and looked suspicious, like it was about to get up and do something creepy. There was enough light for me to make out detail. The Garfield was all dirty, just like all the other stuffed animals, but it had a hole in the bottom of it, right where an anus would be. Right when I noticed this the Garfield began to get up and say, “I’ve been violated”. I immedeately reached for the door knob and got the hell out of there.
After exiting the room, the feeling of the whole experience began to wear off and I started to just react and think the way I usually do in a dream. I wasn’t thinking it was all real and I was really there, and I wasn’t aware it was a dream either. The rest of the house I remember looking pretty normal. It was nice and clean, not dirty like the room, but it still felt old. I remember something about a chair, and sitting in it? The witch wasn’t home, but I knew she would be soon. Before I could leave, she came home. I sort of remember her making plates and dishes fly at me to prevent me from leaving, but I somehow got past her and ran outside. Either she or a voice in my head said that there was a magical barrier surrounding her house, making escape impossible. But, I simply floated way high up into the air and got over the barrier. When I landed I realized that I had forgotten that my backpack was in the house. So I called to it with my mind and gestured with my hand to make it come to me. It came out of the house, floated over the barrier and I put it on my back. I hovered above the ground and got the crap out of there. I floated along down some freeway where there was a bunch of cars. I remember now that the witch lived in some cul-de-sac with a bunch of nice little houses. She lived in a nice neighborhood. So, I floated down the side of a freeway and went to some mall. And that’s all I can remember.

I've been so busy lately and getting old dreams on here takes a lot longer than it seems like it should. I have a dream journal on MS word that's 84 pages long, so I've been trying to select the better dreams I've had and that's taking awhile. Anyhoo, here's some dreams I've had recently.

In the dream I made my way home walking down some neighborhood. Each separate time, I’d cut through a block by actually going through someone’s house. I’d walk in through their back door and then walk through the house to the front door. I felt like I’d done this a few times before, always being quick and somehow knowing no one was home

This time as I was passing through the house, I lingered because… I think Persephone was there (my sister’s cat) or it was some other type of animal that felt familiar to me. I started talking to it and petting it. As I was doing this, the people who lived in the house came home. It was two guys and a girl. Rather than rushing out the front door (I was in the front of the house), I called out to the people to let them know I was there. I said something like “h-hello? Uhhh… you don’t know me, but I’m here in your house…”. The people looked a tiny bit surprised, but oddly okay with my uninvited invading of their home. I told them I’d been using their house as a shortcut, but they seemed strangely fine with that too.

The next thing I remember was being out on their front porch. Now my mom was there for some reason. This annoyed and angered me greatly. As in real life, it seems she always know how to invade my privacy. It turns out she had been using the people’s house as a shortcut too, and thought it was okay since I was doing that. There was a set of four strange concrete blocks sitting on the porch. Each block had an indent/impression of a full person’s body. I can’t remember if each block had an indent of my body, or it was only one. I laid down in one of them. The block was like a perfect mold of my body, so I fit very tight and snugly in it. I was laying in my regular sleeping position (on my stomach) and my face was embedded half-way in the cement. The mold was so accurate, it even went into my mouth a little, because I sleep with my mouth open.

I lay there for awhile, and as I did, my mom was talking with the other people. I got more and more depressed, thinking about how there was no escape from her. I got out of the block and looked at it. On the perimeter, upper part of the block, I remember seeing my mom’s “name”? I think it was both our names all along the block. On the top part (the part with the indent) it had both our names? (to my shame, I call my mom “mommy” in real life) so it had my name, then mom, then my name and mom and so on. But on the sides directly below the top of the block it all said “mommy”. The lettering was embedded in the block, and was red in color, so it really stood out. Below each word “mommy” were a lot of tally marks.

I looked over to see my mom still talking with the people of the house. She was leaving (finally) but for some dumb reason she had brought Persephone with her. (I just can’t remember if she was the animal in the house or it was some curly-haired dog…ARGH!!). So with Persephone in her arms, she headed out of the yard and started walking down some side of a busy street. The street was familiar to me, as it exists in real life. It’s a semi-busy highway, pretty small and only one lanes.

I thought I’d let a few minutes pass before I left too. This way, I’d be behind her a pretty good distance and wouldn’t have to talk to her. I began walking down the side of the highway, and could see my mom a little far away. We were both walking against traffic, which was making me sort of nervous. I then noticed she was struggling with Persephone. The cat must’ve been scared of the traffic. I thought to myself what an idiot my mom was for even bringing her. I ran over to her to take Persephone. I caught up with her and took the cat from my mom. Persephone was now struggling in my arms, with a look of fear on her poor face. It came to me that I should lay down for some reason. So I did. She was still scared but seemed to calm down a little. I wondered how I’d get home, because there was still quite a way to go. I started sliding my body down the way. It was going to take forever I thought. I became so agitated and annoyed, but also bored with the dream, that it ended and went into another one.

I don’t know where this dream came in, but: I was at some confusing function. I was at some kind of reunion, but what confuses me is that I was looking through some photo albums of pictures from the very event I was attending. I think it was my old high school friend’s H.S. graduation pictures (Nicole). All the people I remember from high school (all from the church I used to go to. I didn’t really have any friends from my actual high school) were there, looking all young. It seems a lot of stuff happened, but I can’t remember.

The other dream I remember was about the Simpsons. Homer and Marge had been captured by some guy. They were in a large flying structure of some kind. Maybe like one of those big empty planes people sky-dive from. The back hatch was open and Homer fell out. They weren’t flying high at all, maybe just 10ft. or a little more off the ground. The plane was also flying very slowly. Homer lands on the ground, and he’s there with someone else? I think Homer becomes me? There was some vending machine that looked all old. There was some candy just laying all around in it, not really held in by anything. DANG!! That’s all I can remember, but I know more happened. I barely remember getting some of the candy? There were some little toy trinkets too…. Something about a large building being nearby… I do remember one detail though:

It was like some rundown area behind a building…pretty small…There was a lot of discarded stuff around. It was all very old and dirty looking. The building was white and had a good layer of grime on it. There was a single door. And that’s all I remember.

1/12/08

Dang… I just remember fragments. The one I remember best was about [a girl I've had a giant crush on for a long time]. I had just gotten a job at some place doing menial type stuff. I saw her walking around, and like in real life, couldn’t take my eyes off her. I sort of milled around just to catch a glimpse. I remember something about being in a bathroom? Some kind of room that connected to a hallway I could see she was about to walk down. Right when she walked by, I stepped out of the door way like it was unintentional. A little while later I saw her again and this time I talked to her. She looked sort of how she does in real life, but her face looked like it had way too much powdery make up (she never wore makeup in real life…Just lip gloss maybe…*sigh*). It made her face look all wrinkly, but I still thought she looked so beautiful. She told me that she had just gotten a job at the same place I just got hired, but she was the manager. She ran the whole company. I was very happy for her and went to give her a hug. I went for the hug too soon though, because her right arm was raised in an explaination pose. So her arm was in the way of the hug sort of. That’s all I remember of that one.

The next one was something about being on a computer, fiddling with some frustrating computer program. It was difficult to find on the computer, so I thought if I just added a link to the toolbar it’d be easier to find and start trying to figure out later. For some reason it was taking a long time to add a simple link. [my brother] came and I realized that it was his computer and he wanted to use it. He was getting all huffy about me being on it and I kept trying to tell him I’d get off after doing this one little thing. He kept encroaching and trying to physically get me off the computer. I told him if he kept it up, I’d elbow him in the face, which I did. He fell over backwards and hit the floor, laughing for some reason. He came back up and started trying to make me get off the computer. With just a few seconds left, I successfully got the link on the toolbar and the dream was over.

Had a dream that took place mostly in a mall. It seemed like there were two girls that I liked, one seemed a bit older and the other one was my age. I can’t remember most of the details because I waited to write this down. I seem to remember that they were mother and daughter. I was with the younger girl in one of the malls in the store. I think I was supposed to meet [my friend] there because I was expecting him and wanted to introduce him to the girl. The girl was my height, and had light colored hair, maybe light brown/sandy brown and was down to her upper back. She had a very attractive nose and she was a real pretty girl. In looking for [my friend], I lost the girl I was with. I couldn’t find her, and I can’t remember [my friend] ever showing up. I started looking for her in the mall, but for some reason a witch appeared? Some evil thing showed up and started chasing me. The mall was huge, and I was flying/floating around up and over walk ways. I found myself in some big stairwell area where I got caught in between some wall and an elevator? I had escaped the witch, but now was trapped in some tiny nook and was feeling all claustrophobic. The walls and surrounding area was made of some brittle cheap material. I realized I could get out, but not without damaging the walls. I climbed out, cracking the wall and some large papier mache looking vase nearby.
The next part of the dream I remember was realizing I knew where the girl I was looking for was. She and her family was in some sort of trouble, and was hiding out in some part of the mall. For some reason I knew where to look. There was an abandon little section of the mall? A store that was out of business and empty? I didn’t know for sure if this was the right place, but I could hear faint voices coming from behind a locked door. The locked door was no match for my dream powers; I floated through the door with no trouble. OH!! I just remembered something… Something about walking down a stairwell… I seem to remember other people with me, but can’t remember who. It might’ve been [my brother] or someone else like that (who I know well). In a lot of my dreams I try and turn invisible, but it never seems to work. This was another time that I wanted to turn invisible but couldn’t. I can’t remember where this fits in the dream. Maybe this took place before I got to the abandoned store? I think I probably had to go down some stairwell when I walked through the locked door, because I remember that the family was in some lower area.
Anyway, I walk through the door and conceal myself by staying inside the ground. I knew that if the girls family knew I was there they’d be upset at my presence. I wanted to find out why they had to hide. I was floating inside the floor and inside solid walls. Even though I was inside solid matter, I could see what was going on in the room as if the walls were clear windows. I could see the girls father sitting at some table. But somehow he could see me in the wall. Since the jig was up, I appeared among them. They weren’t upset I was there after all. I think I ate a meal with them, but can’t really remember
The next part I remember well was that some lawyer…? Detective? or a person like that found out where the family was. He was threatening the family with a gun and there was some heated verbal exchange. I can’t remember exactly what was said, but I got the sense that if the family didn’t do what he wanted, he’d tell other people where they were hiding. As the discussion was getting more and more threatening, I got an idea how to stop the guy. Using my super-neat dream powers, I possessed the mans body and forced him to kill himself with the gun he was holding. I could feel myself inside him, willing the gun hand to raise to “my” (his) head. Once I pulled the trigger, I shot back out of him. I turned around to see the man a few feet away, crumbling to his knees, dead. There was a big commotion and that’s all I can remember.

Another disturbing dream I had about kids stuff I had a long time ago....Maybe at around the same time as the witch dream (the one where I try to wake up, but end up waking up in her house). I was with two guys who were playing a videogame. It was sort of Conker-ish in that it was an “M” rated game, but had cute cartoon animal visuals. A cute little bear was riding in some roller coaster cart. This little character was who the player controlled. It looked like you had to avoid certain obstacles. Well, this giant sea creature thing came up out of...I guess some water. It rose up and and grabbed the little bear and put it in its open mouth. Inside the sea creatures mouth was a larger bear (everything was all cartoony in style). It had a huge erection....It proceeded to grab the little bear and then turn it’s back to the “viewer”. It positioned itself behind the little bear being held in the big bears hands, unable to escape or do anything. I could hear the howls of laughter of the two guys playing the game. The large bears testicles swayed back and forth as it got ready to sodomize the little bear. The two guys were laughing and said something like, “whoa, dude! Look at his balls!” I was mortified and disgusted and couldn’t see how anyone could find this funny. It was so horrible I had to look away. When I turned to see if it was over, it showed the little bear being held by the big bear from it’s leg. He was dangling upside down, and the big bear poked his finger at the bleeding, stretched out anus of the little bear. The big bear muttered some disturbing things I couldn’t understand. It was cooing and making baby talk about something horrible. After this, it dropped the little bear to the ground (which was actually the sea creatures tounge) and it was all dazed and traumatized. The little bear was so weak and crippled from the attack that it had to crawl on its hands and knees to try and get away and back into the roller coaster cart. The little bear was almost out of the mouth, when some snake-like tentacle with an evil smiling serpent head, wrapped itself around the bear and started to drag it back to the big bear! The big bear started to mutter more disturbing baby talk again, something like “oh, you want more?” The two guys playing started laughing. I thought, UGH!!! not again!!!! And I said “dude, that’s fucking sick.” I said this in real life, in my sleep and woke myself up.

I was in some huge city that was all self contained. The buildings were all strange looking and crammed real close together. It was a lonely isolated community. There was a law that nobody was allowed to leave the city, or even to try and leave the city. There were penalties, but also, it was believed that even if someone successfully left, that they would still die in the outside world. So nobody even bothered. Everyone had a fine quality of life. Even though there were tons of buildings and the city was immense, there didn’t seem like there were very many people around. I think I was a visitor there and couldn’t remember how I got there, either that or I was a regular citizen with amnesia or something. Anyway, I wanted to get out of the city and see what was beyond it. I wondered how they knew people would die if they left and I wanted to see for myself. I didn’t really believe anything would happen to me. After a short while I found the edge of the city. Everything ...Now that I remember, everything was metal and looked like the holds of a ship. All the buildings were constructed of thin metal and it was all black and rusted. There were pipes of different sorts running everywhere. The “celing” was really tall, like maybe a mile or more. When I got to the edge of the city, there were steel gratings everywhere, and dripping pipes and some releasing steam. Some of the pipes had those yellow and black stripes on them. I came to some steel grated steps which led up to a large, heavy looking door. (Some other people had come with me too) I walked up the steps and to the door, and opened it. Outside I immediately saw the ocean. The entire city was actually a giant ship, a cube afloat in the ocean. It must have spanned hundreds of miles. I looked to the sides and saw the dark rusty metal like on the inside. There was water pouring from valves and stuff. It looked like a spaceship in how much stuff was going on on the outside. I realized there really was no escape. As far as I could see, there was nothing on the horizon but more ocean. As I was taking in the nice ocean air and thinking to myself how beautifully blue the sky looked, a giant sea serpent rose up out of the water. I was terrified and realized that this must be what that people were talking about, when they said you’d die if you left the city. The serpent rose up high in the air and bared its jagged teeth. At this I, and the other people who were with me, turned around and closed the door behind us. We ran down the steps and felt a thunderous jolt from behind us. The sea creature was ramming the structure, trying to catch us! The serpent burst through the metal walls of the city and water began to gush in. It intended to destroy us and the city completely. And at this, I woke up.

I had a rough time sleeping last night. I kept waking up and was all sweaty. I think it was probably from all the eating I had done earlier in the day. I didn’t feel like I was getting any sleep, but I guess that I must have because of all the wierd stuff that was happening. The first thing I remember is thinking that my radio alarm went off, because I could hear Howard Stern and Robin talking about stuff. I was so exhausted that I thought maybe I would just wait until the minute for the alarm turned off. But the talking got louder and louder, and I could hear other talking too. I grogilly lifted my head and looked at the stereo, but it was off, also the talking stopped. So I layed back down, when a few minutes later, more talking! This time it sounded like my parents were talking. Well, what it was, was the sound of old time radio. My parents were listening to it late at night, and then I heard them click “stop” on the tape, and they started talking about whatever radio show it was and how they should get to bed... but then more voices joined. The noise was overwhelming and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I opened my eyes....I think I might’ve taken an ear plug out to see if there was any talking. There wasn’t any. So I went to sleep again. I was very uncomfortable, and felt really strange during this whole time. I was really scared, but too exhausted to not want to go back to sleep. The next strange thing that happened was that I could feel myself falling asleep. It was agonizing. I used to be able to feel myself falling asleep a long time ago, and every time it was painful. My whole body ached, and I had a sense that the devil had something to do with it. I tried to fight through the pain, but I think I woke up and tossed and turned some. Finally, I had a dream. It was yet another “end of the world” dream. I was in my room, and everything was all different. It was bigger, cleaner, and all the curtains on the windows were open. There was another window right below the celing on the upper part of the wall. It ran all across the length of the wall to the end of my room. The room seemed all window, in the sense that it was all very open. I looked out the window and could see the night sky. The moon was clearly visible (it looked the way it did a few nights ago when it was full. I took note at how spooky it looked, with fog and ominous clouds complimenting it) and there were haunting clouds lightly shrouding it. I got a feeling that this was a sign that the end of the world was near. I soon began to see lightning strike in the clear parts of the sky. I knew this was very wrong, so I got up out of bed and proceeded to the kitchen (which is right outside my room). My parents were there, and I reacted like a little boy seeking comfort, running to them and into their arms. The dream was soon over. And in my waking minds eye, I could clearly see a single eye frantically looking about. Later on that night I had another dream....something about spaceships. Me and some other people were....doing something, I can’t remember what. We were abandoned, and they all died except me. I hid toward the back of the ship and survived? Damn...some other stuff happened, but I can’t remember what.

This dream was years and years ago, when I was still a little boy, like 5 years old. In the real world, I remember there was talk about a “wind storm”. There was a lot of wind around, but I don’t think it was serious. This must have inspired the first part of the dream. I used to sleep on a couch in the living room, so the beginning of the dream took place there. The dream happened like this:

I was sleeping on the couch, and woke up (in the dream) to find my family looking out the window at the wind storm. Everything was dark, and the window was much larger than it is in real life. The curtains were opened all the way and I could see a fierce storm raging outside. My family all had their backs to me. They stood motionless and silent. At this point I began to feel weak, and my head felt huge. Like, REALLY big and swollen. Now I was seeing what was going on in a third person point of view. It was so big, that I couldn’t hold the weight on my fragile neck. I weakily fell out of my bed and instead of hitting the floor, I materialized through it. This led into another dream:

It was early in the evening, and I forgot all that had happened before. I walked out from the living room and into the kitchen. Mom was making some food I think, and asked me to get my dad for some reason. I walked over to my parents room to tell my dad what my mom wanted, and turned to see the book case that faced my parents bed. Instead of books, there were tons of stuffed animal Curious George’s lining each shelf of the bookcase (about 4 shelves). There was a faint, unmistakable stink of mildew in the air. Right when I walked in, I could hear them chattering. They said, “brat brat”. They weren’t calling me a brat, but that is the best way to describe the sound that they made. “Brat brat!!!” in high little voices over and over, a terrifying chorus. I was horrified, and woke up.

I had many of these Curious George dreams when I was little. A whole mythos evolved . The bad monkeys lived in my mothers closet, and the good ones lived in my fathers closet. I distinctly remember a “country, or hillbilly curious George” They were all disturbing, but the really bad ones lived in my moms closet. There was always a heavy stink of mildew when the monkeys appeared.

I vaguely remember having sex with one of these monkeys. It was like a real monkey, all hairy and stuff... One dream I can sort of remember was one of the monkeys came out and was starting to menace me. It caused the floor in my parents room to sink down into the ground, and make me slide towards it. I clinged onto my parents bed, but the floor started to slant so steeply that I couldn’t hold on. I woke up at this right away. These monkey dreams were reacurring for a few years in my youth, but stopped years and years ago.

*a note* In reading this again, I remember that I had another curious george dream a week or so ago. It was in the closet of my room this time. I can't remember much about it...

Here's the type of curious george that was in my dreams:

The part that I can remember the beginning being is this: I was at [my old church]. I walked into the sanctuary to find a sculpture made entirely out of toilet paper that I (in the dream world) had made. It was very elaborate, and showed the Virgin Mary in an idealistic pose(and a bunch of other saints and things like that. On a further side note, I was raised as a Pentecostal Christian, not a catholic as the sculpture seemed to represent). I thought to myself what a great job I had done and noted how tough toilet paper was to work with as a sculpting medium. I remember something about how my parents wanted me to sit with them, or do something that I didn’t want to do. I slipped out the exit toward the front of the church. This door (in the dream) opened up to the backyard of my house. There were spider webs everywhere! I couldn’t avoid them all, and ended up running through a couple. I ran into the house to get away from them. I, for some reason, walked through the house to the front door. By this time I had forgotten everything that had happened up to this point. Everything that took place up till now happened in bright sunshine. As I exited the house, it was the middle of the night. I walked outside just in time to see KIT, the car from Night Rider zoom by. It had been upgraded for the new millenium, and looked totally different from the 80‘s one. The person driving it (the guy was not Michael Knight) came out and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. And I said, “pffshh! YEAH!!!” then I got in and we drove off, and that was all that I remember.

I had this really creepy dream one time. There was a bunch of stuff that happened before, but it happened so long ago, I can’t remember what that stuff was. The main part I remember was that I was in some building (sort of like the one in the Stephen King house dream) that was set up like a large church, with lots of long hallways and corridors. It must've been the old church I used to go to in High School. I walked past one hallway that was unnaturally dark. The darkness was all the way up to the edge of the carpet. Although it was pitch-black down that hallway, I could vaguly make out the shape of a figure. A sense of dread came over me, and just as I was about to turn away and run in fright, a scary androgynous voice (it sort of sounded like a woman...with a ghostly tone). I said, “I KNOW.......” and then the figure started to run at me really fast and flail their arms above their head. As the figure ran, it was laughed like a crazy person. Real breathy and fast. I woke myself up by shaking my head.

A few nights ago I had a dream about [my beloved ex-girlfriend from High School]. I haven’t had one of those in a really long time. [my ex] was staying up in some attic of a house or other building. She was sad about something, and I was still all depressed over how she broke up with me. I can’t really remember what happened. It seems like [my ex] went away and I was left alone with a suspicious looking alien thing. It seemed like some life size figure, but it looked all strange...well, for an alien. It was about 4 or 5ft long and was green in color. It had the typical big black eyes that people say they have, but the mouth was sort of trunk-like. It was real short and stubby, and had what looked like drainage grates where the mouth opened. It lay there motionless for awhile, then suddenly leapt up and started chasing after me. I tried to get away from it, but it leaped on top of me. It’s gross trunk/grate mouth was flopping all around. I woke up, and went into another dream.

This one (Stuff had happened up to this point that I don’t remember) started out about [my brother]. I was in the house and looked out the front door to see [my brother] pulling up in some hilariously tiny car. It was real boxy, but sleek looking-all futuristic. It was so tiny that he could drive it right into the house! The interior looked somewhat comfy. The seat had some woolly looking cover on it, and the way you got in and out of it was like you’d get in and out of a jet. The hood popped open like a cockpit. Because the car was so small, instead of a windshield it had some reinforcement metal beams. So, the way you were supposed to see where you were driving was by pulling down some special screen after you got in and closed the top. The screen acted like a movie screen. Somehow the image of the road and everything that was in front of you would be projected on the screen. I thought it was real neat and kept wanting to drive around in it (inside the house). [my brother] was starting to get all upset and said he had to go, so we started arguing over it. At this point the dream sort of deteriorated and began to morph into some other dream. I lost intrest in the car, and suddenly the house had become some outdoor area. [some old school friend of mine], and two other guys were around. It was some kind of run-down ruins of a building...I think there was a playground nearby. I sort of remember an old merry-go-round. It turned out that one of the guys with us was....or maybe a fourth guy appeared. Yeah, there was four of us, not including me. It turned out that the fourth guy was [my old friend's] stepfather (who he always had a problem with growing up). Me and two other guys were talking about doing something to him. The other two guys tried talking to him, but wimped out. So I took it upon myself to talk to him. The talk became heated, and he ([my old friend's] stepfather) started trying to fight me. I wound up behind him, trying to strangle him. A bunch of strange stuff started to happen. I was squeezing and squeezing his neck, when his head started to stretch out and become all thin. He walked around all slowly. He then turned into nothing more than a skull with part of a neck vertebrae, which I was tightly holding onto. To make sure he was dead, I stomped on his remaining vertebrate. And that’s all I can remember.

Had some dream about parasites taking over people’s bodies. I sort of remember being in a house… I think I was trapped in there with some other people. A guy was going around chasing people, infecting them with parasites which would take over and control their bodies. Me, and some other guy was the last of the non-infected people and we some how managed to escape the house. There was a large, heavy glass door that was locked. We both smashed through it and exited into the backyard of the house. I lost track of where the guy I was with went. For some reason I had two small balloons, one under each arm and these balloons allowed me to float and fly around. The guy with the parasites was right on my tail. I leaped up high in the air and floated over a high wooden fence.

I was leaping from house to house. It seemed like they were all packed together real tight, all with fences separating them. I’d gently set down on one fence, then leap back up flying a brief distance to another fence, and so on. Once I felt like I had gotten far enough away, I set down in some alley that opened up to a large residential street. There were tons of people everywhere. There were a lot of young teenage boys in red shirts which looked like jerseys of some kind. They had large numbers printed on them in white. I saw that the guy I was with was among them. He just so happened to also be wearing a red shirt, just by chance but of course there was no numbers on it. He had a look of panic and fear on his face. The teenage kids noticed him right away. They started to gang up on him and a couple of the guys restrained him.

I now realized that the entire neighborhood had been infected with the parasites and the teens were about to infect the guy. He didn’t know why they were doing this to him. He said out loud stuff like: “hey! Wha!? L-let me go! Oh! Ohhh, I get it! This must be an initiation or something! Heh… I guess I am wearing a red shirt after all!” He seemed a bit relieved that they weren’t infected. One of the teens brought over a long hose with a big silver shower head at the end of it. He began spraying the guy with water. That’s how the parasites were transmitted, through water, or one of the ways. The guy still thought they were initiating him for some reason, until he started shouting in pain, “auuughhh!!! Wh-what’s happening to me!?!” The teens started laughing and the ones restraining him let him go. He crumpled to the ground, writhing around.

I had to get out of there, but it was too late. The teens noticed me in the alley. I then had a half lucid experience. I knew I was dreaming, but for some reason it didn’t occur to me to just forget about these guys and explore the dream. I had no fear, and did what I’ve done a lot of times other dreams. Since I know I’m dreaming, I’ll taunt and ridicule the person or persons meaning me harm, knowing that I can easily wake myself up, effectively disappearing from the dream characters point of view and upsetting them even more that I got away. I usually wake up with a sense of satisfaction that I’ve escaped harm and pissed people off. But now, after reading the dreamviews forums I want to try and steer away from that mindset… Anyhoo, back to the dream:

So, they notice me and I know I’m dreaming. I strut confidently out of the alley and stand in the middle of the crowd. I start cursing and insulting the teen who had used the hose on the guy I’d been with. He sprayed me with the hose and nothing happened. I laughed at him and began to flip him off with both hands, I cursed and made fun of him. He got a water balloon full of parasites in his hand, and just as he was about to throw it, still flipping him off, I chuckled “bye bye!”. As everything faded to black, I could feel the balloon hit my right shoulder. I was very groggy when I awoke and waited a few seconds to go back to sleep.

The whole night I dreamed about different variations on parasites taking over people.

Had a real long nightmare last night. I can’t remember what happened in order, so here’s the first things I remember: I was in some bizarre stadium-like structure, in some bleachers. They were pretty flat and didn’t seem to progress upward like normal bleachers do. I was with a group of people, and I remember there was some girls there and a few guys. I was having sex with one of the girls, but just before I was about to blow my load, some guy there blew his all over me!!! It was so gross, and I was covered in his splooge. I started wiping it all off me with some paper towels and it seemed very difficult because there was so much of it. I remember that now I was sitting on a love seat, and there was some chunks of some stuff I had been eating. I was still wiping off all the jizz, when some family came around and saw me wiping the stuff off me. I didn’t want them to know what I was wiping off, so I told them I had spilled what I had been eating all over the place. Now I was holding some plate or bowl of food. Some kind of spare ribs or beef stew. It was everywhere. I was upset with how much I had spilled; there were chunks of meat everywhere. I cleaned up around the area and kept finding more and more beef in the room I was in.

The next thing I remember was something about walking along some boardwalk, with a bunch of buildings everywhere. The boardwalk was like some big maze-like dock (for boats) I got a call on my cell phone from some number I didn’t recognize, so I answered it. It was a woman on the other end, and she was saying something to me that I can’t remember. I said something to her that caused her to put the phone down, and whisper to someone who was there with her. I could hear they were talking about me, in a bad sort of way. I started to get upset at whatever they were saying, and started telling them that I could hear them, and saying some kind of insulting things. Suddenly I started getting worried I was a paranoid schizophrenic. I hung up the phone and started walking to where some crowds of people were. I began to feel like I could read their thoughts, and their thoughts were all against me. I started saying berating things to the people. They all turned and looked at me, staring. Their faces began to become distorted and evil looking, with all black eyes. Their thoughts became more aggressive, until finally one of the people, some guy, stabbed me in the right side of the head with a piece of glass? Some kind of sharp object. I remember his thought before he stabbed me was, “this is going to hurt a lot”.

The next part of the dream I remember is something about people getting some sort of wound somehow. I barely, vaguely remember [my brother] getting it, but more about some guy in the dream. I can’t remember where he got the wound from, but he had it in his neck, at the throat. It was an inch and a half laceration that was not allowed to heal closed, because it constantly exuded some white powder that prevented blood from clotting around it. He was friends with some girl, who he was trying to find out what the would was and where it came from. He was talking on some tv screen, and every word he spoke, the wound on his neck (which was a vertical slit) would mimic the movement of his lips. White powder gently fell from the wound as it did this.

Soon the wound began to grow larger, and fester. The guys face started to swell up and become monstrous. The dream quickly shifted to being something I was watching on t.v. because my mom came in the room. I clammored at the VCR to press stop. She had seen what was on the tv, so I rewound the tape to before the guy started to transform. The dream starts to get confusing from here. It becomes something about three girls, one of the girls being the friend of the guy who became a monster. It turned out that the girl was some parasite queen and was infecting the world. She infected her friends with the parasites, whose point of entry was the powdery slits, like the guy had on his neck. The dream kept going back and forth to someone saving the girl from the parasites, to her having them again. The girl kept swelling up into a horrendous creature and then going back to normal after she was saved from them. I realize now I was having a whole bunch of re-occuring dreams, one right after the other. Finally, the girl was infected again. The parasite slowly took over her brain. Once the parasite was in control, the girl infected her two friends. Once the parasites fully manifested themselves in the other two girls, one of them proclaimed, “all right! Let the fornication and bestiality begin!!” The parasites caused the girls to defile themselves (and perform acts of carnality that was completely uncharacteristic of the girls natural personalities) before they swelled up into monsters. Now I was a part of the dream. I was some guy who was trying to escape the parasite girls. I was in the same room with them, and it was sort of like a loft. One of those buildings where you have to take an elevator to each room.

I somehow got away in the elevator, but was baffled by how it worked. It seemed to be able to move in all directions, so I had a hard time interpreting what the buttons meant. I managed to figure something out and successfully got away. The elevator ride morphed into being an amusement park ride. The dream morphed further into becoming a dream about Disneyland. I had no recollection about escaping parasite monster girls, but knew that I had escaped from something, so I had a strong sense of relief. Disneyland was having some kind of special Egyptian theme, and was set up like a museum... Or maybe it was just some huge gift shop. I remember looking at some display stand with a bunch of figurines on it. I wish I could remember what at least one of them looked like! I just remember they were all fancy and colorful. I walked around the store some more, when I accidentally bumped into some french lady. I think I knocked a few items down from a stand too. I felt so bad, and appologized to the woman profusely. She was very nice and said it was okay. We talked about something I can’t remember, and I followed her and her family out of the store. I said how beautiful I thought Disneyland is, and pointed to some elaborate and giant Winnie the pooh statue. It was made out of feathers and other fanciful stuff.

As I was walking and talking to the people, I suddenly became aware that I couldn’t remember how I got to Disneyland, or how long I had been there. I further realized that I was an extremely far way away from home and had no idea how I would get back. I figured I must have gotten super drunk or something and not remembered the entire trip to Disneyland. I hoped I had taken Greyhound or something, and rifled through my pockets to see if I had a return ticket, only to find the ticket stub for Disneyland, and some miscellanious papers. My brain was so confused, I knew there were two Disney’s in the U.S. but for some reason thought there was one in Oregon. I asked the people I was with which Disneyland I was in, but I can’t remember what they said. I was all upset that I had to go, because I had only remembered riding on three rides. I exited Disney and hitched a ride with some guy. It turned out that he was the guy I had been who escaped the parasite girls in the elevator. He had aquired some special ability to fight the parasites.

I had a dream memory of the parasites, but they were different from last time. I remember staying at some house with the guy who I hitched a ride with. I was trying to sleep, but I was so antsy and extremely paranoid that a parasite creature would come and infect me in the dark. The fear became so strong, I woke the dude up and we headed out. I vaguely remember escaping the house for some reason. Some infected guy was after us. We snuck out of the house, and ran through the backyards of some houses. It was night time. We ran up some embankment to the guys car. We got in, with the infected guy hot on our tail. The bad guy was wearing some striped polo shirt, and looked like he was in his early 20’s. The guy I was with started up the car, and drove off. The guy chasing us picked up speed, and leapt and crashed through the rear window. He acted quickly, grabbing my arm and jabbing his fingernail into it. His nail was like a flat, stubby talon. The parasite immediately entered my arm. It was a giant thing underneath my skin and was surprisingly strong, writhing around underneath the skin of my arm. I tried grabbing it, and I could feel it forcing its way up my arm to get to my brain. The guy I was with used his special ability, and jabbed his finger into where the parasite was writhing. It killed it right away, and green ooze started to come out of the hole where the parasite entered. The bad guy started wrestling with the guy driving, and the good guy somehow managed to attack the bad guy with his anti-parasite fingernail, causing the bad guy to become paralyzed. I kicked him out of the car and we drove off.

Now the dream becomes all jumbled. The parasites were all over the world now. I remember being in some room with the family? One of the parasites, which looked like giant grubs, leapt up at me and tried to get in me. I grabbed it just in time. Its eyes were like that of a fish, and the mouth was split up into four segments. I remember it successfully infected me, and was in my arm again, but this time that guy couldn’t save me. Everything became sort of like a cartoon.

I was now some gangly goofy character. I laid down and could feel the parasite taking over. My spine became very tingly. Now it was like I was watching a show on tv. The person who I had been now got up and ran out of the room like a dog on all fours. He ran outside, and met with everyone else who had been taken over. They were all acting like animals. The only person walking around normal, was some fat wealthy guy. They guy I had been ran up to the fat guy, and was all happy to be with him. The rich fat guy kicked him in the ribs, and he fell into a pile of other people the rich guy had beaten. All the infected people had happy, dumb looks on their faces. The plot now became clear: Rich people were the ones behind the parasites. They wanted them (the parasites ) to infect normal, non-rich people, so they could become their servants, i.e. slaves.

The dream briefly continued on from there, with the parasite infection becoming so horrible, that the entire earth itself started to change. Everything started to become all fleshy and organic, (like the spaceship in that 360 game, Prey). My Mom was there again, and it again turned into like I was watching a video, so I tried to press the stop button. Even though I was watching a movie, we were somehow in the very same strange fleshy room that was being shown on the tv screen. And that’s all I remember.

Originally Posted by Dream Master

I've been keeping a "regular" dream journal since '05 and decided to just import all the dreams I've written out to this thread.

*AN IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT MY DREAMS*
My dreams can get very graphic, sexual and deal with subject matter some people may find offensive, angering and profoundly disturbing to read.

OK, you've got our attention now

Originally Posted by Dream Master

Please keep this in mind while reading, and further keep in mind that these are the dreams of someone who has a lot of pent up issues.

Love the detail in your dreams. I've only skim-read a few of them. Very impressed at your re-telling.

I guess dreams are all about pent-up issues. In my belief system it's about unconscious processes from unresolved issues which I guess is the same thing. If there's anywhere where we can share personal disturbing "stuff" it's here. I've done a handful of dream forums and this is the best. Well, I've found that people are very frank with their re-telling and like you I've been frank too (although I put a warning on a recent dream).

Sounds like you take more than just a recreational interest in dreams. What do you hope for by publishing your DJ?

Publishing the dream journal? I never seriously considered it. It crossed my mind, but do you think people would actually be interested in reading about my dreams? I've always wanted to do sculptures that incorperate my various dream experiences ( I have begun doing this only very recently). I'm glad you found the dreams interesting!
What interests me in my own dreams is how vivid and extremely detailed they are most of the time. There's so much stuff going on and everything is always so complicated and involved it's really hard to remember and describe everything that happens. I have a bad memory in recalling normal real-life stuff, so the lack of good memory becomes very frustrating when trying to remember a detailed dream.

Originally Posted by Dream Master

Publishing the dream journal? I never seriously considered it. It crossed my mind, but do you think people would actually be interested in reading about my dreams? I've always wanted to do sculptures that incorperate my various dream experiences ( I have begun doing this only very recently). I'm glad you found the dreams interesting!

Know what you mean. I want to turn some of mine into songs. There's some decent prog-rock material there!

I think some people are interested, people like me in this forum anyway. But many are mainly interested in lucid dreaming which I don't/can't really do. But I think many are also just interested in getting involved with a dialogue and comparing experiences.

Originally Posted by Dream Master

What interests me in my own dreams is how vivid and extremely detailed they are most of the time. There's so much stuff going on and everything is always so complicated and involved it's really hard to remember and describe everything that happens. I have a bad memory in recalling normal real-life stuff, so the lack of good memory becomes very frustrating when trying to remember a detailed dream.

Yes, especially with that "I know I dreamed something but what the hell was it" feeling. I woke with one of those last night . Fortunately I got back to sleep and then woke again with some material. I hate having absolutely nothing for my DJ.

It's odd. When I first started, like you have, it was a purely personal DJ. But as others took an interest I've changed how I go about it. My writing style is more for the attention of others than myself and I'm motivated to make sure I write it up. Dunno if that changes the way I think about it or not though. I still like the discipline of recording dreams each day.

I hate waiting so long to record my dreams! The only one I can remember now is this one:

I was at an airport with my brother. I'm pretty sure my whole family was with me and maybe a friend? (a dream character friend). I happened to bump across some horrible girl I used to date. I remember now that the DC was supposed to either be my girlfriend (again, dream GF as I don't actually have one in real life) or just some girl I liked. The horrible ex saw me, and I saw her and could do nothing but stare. I was overcome with panic and anxiety at seeing her again. A few seconds passed as we looked at each other. The expression on her face was of the usual unwarranted self-satisfaction she always had. She walked off in her undeserved confident strut... I can't remember if she said something to me as she passed. I think she did but can't remember what she said.

My family continued through the airport terminal. We parted ways for some reason and just me and the dream character girl were walking around together. We came to the... I can't remember what you call it... The little area you wait in before you get on the plane? Anyway, we're standing around and the horrible ex appears again. This time I get up the courage to approach her and try and speak to her civily. I tried to lighten the mood by putting myself down a little. I said something to her like, "hello, [horrible ex]. Heh...uhhh...As you can see, I've only gotten fatter over the years!" She agreed with me and said something to me about also still being a petulant child too? One of the derogatory things she loved to say about me when we were together. She said more with her body language than her words. The expression on her face was like I said before, very satisfied with herself. Her eyes made me feel horrible about myself. She began talking to the girl I was with and I think I remember them both walking to the restroom together.

The next thing I remember was getting on a completely bizzare contraption with my brother. It was some thing that was only big enough for the two of us. My brother was the pilot.

OH! I remember something else! Before I got on the thing with my brother, I felt like I had to bring a bunch of my uneccessary belongings with me. Stuff like videogames and DVD's and magazines and stuff like that. I took a really long time getting all that stuff together and my whole family was getting more and more impatient and upset that I was holding everything up. Finally when I had everything I thought I needed, I got in the contraption with my brother. It was terribly small and painfully uncomfortable to sit in. It reminded me a lot of another dream I had where my brother was driving a similar vehicle. In that dream it was a car. You had to sit in a semi-laying down position. There were some kind of wooden beams that fit over you. It was very confining and claustrophobic. I get the sense that we were going to Disneyland, but that's all I can remember.