Thread: "In Theory, Nobody Gets Hurt"

Last night I had this crazy dream where I was with a bunch of soldiers on some farm in the middle of the night. There were massive, pale slug or catepillar-esque creatures swarming around from all sides that wanted to eat us. The entire group of us kept shooting at them, but there were so many of these massive, boar-sized creatures that they just overran everything. Most of this small "farm" (it was about 100x50 metres) contained wooden buildings, and was part of a network of mini-farms about 50 to 100 metres away from each other on these grassy, hilly plains. As we climbed up whatever we could (on top of sheds and wooden electricity poles), we realised we were screwed. Someone suggested we make a run for one of the neighbouring farms, where there might be more people who could help us fight the slugs off. Moments later, we realised that we were absolutely surrounded; there was no hope of escape.
Then the catepillars ate us.

Now I was in a seperate mini-farm where these slugs lived; it was all wooden with weird little nets that connected wooden platforms, so the slugs could climb around from platform to platform. It was an overcast day with fog that blocked or obscured the world outside of this weird, damp, wooden complex. I also happened to be one of the slugs, but I was an outcast, alienated from the rest of the group for some reason.
Now I was human again; I was some sort of soldier or special forces agent, and from the earlier parts of this dream, I realised that the catepillar-attack hadn't happened yet (I had either gone back in time, or predicted the future). I was being really quiet as I snuck around, climbing the netting from platform to platform in search of the slug horde. I noticed gooey residue on the netting and stuff, and assumed I was on the right trail.
Now it was night, and I was still sneaking around. I could hear music and it seemed as if all the slugs had gathered on one of the bigger wooden platforms to have a disco or dance of some sort - only angrier-sounding. It was almost as if they were listening to and dancing to the music to get them hyped up and ready for battle.
I snuck around and ended up climbing a wooden poll, and then a wooden fence, which I sat on to observe my surroundings. Behind me, down hill, was the mini-farm that would get attacked and overrun. Then there was here, which was up a steep hill. I wondered if any of the people would have made it running up this hill if they decided to run to another mini-farm in an attempt to escape.
To my left, also down hill, was another mini-farm, lower than the others, and slightly larger, too. I assumed the soldiers would be best off fleeing to there as soon as possible and combining forces with whoever was down there.
Suddenly I noticed a patrolling guard back in the mini-farm/platform-complex I was at the edge off. He had a flashlight and an automatic rifle. I called to him on the fence, because I wanted to warn him that the slugs were going to attack, but he raised his rifle and told me to puts my hands up and drop my weapons. I threw my own rifle down onto the grass and he went and picked it up.
Without really knowing what I was doing, somehow I stunned him with another of my weapons. He was out cold, so I took his rifle and my rifle back and gave him "better weapons", which was this larger, thicker, futuristic rifle - I basically assumed he would need them, whereas I was awesome enough to handle myself even without weapons.
I decided I would go to the third, lowest mini-farm since it would be the safest. Just as I was about to travel across the plains, it got windy, and started to hail - and there was a sand storm. Yes, all at once. I was like "Damn it! How is that even possible!?" but climbed down and ran through the epic storm to the other mini-farm anyway.

Now I was at Flinders Street Station and had boarded a train to investigate the weird people on board. The train departed and started to decend... into water! As the train descended further and further, it began to fill up with water. While the passengers on board were calm and could breathe under water, I was panicking and choking on the water. I pleaded with one of the people to turn the train around. Then I saw the train from third person view, trying to turn around, but the tunnel was too narrow, and it ended up spazzing out like two objects jammed together in a physics engine.
So we had no choice but to go forward until the train emerged from the water. It did a loop around the city and emerged at the station again, like it was some kind of twisted roller-coaster ride. I concluded that the people on that train were all mermaids, and was like "hey, check that out!" to other people.

Later on I was travelling through Melbourne Central on the train with some friends, like James, Markus, Troy and Jared. We got off the train and were waiting around the station, and some girls that Markus knew appeared. One of them was Trivium Girl, but for some reason I kept referring to her as AcidBitch, even though she didn't resemble AcidBitch at all. Regardless of that, I spent the rest of that dream hoping that Trivium Girl and her three other friends would hook up with my group of friends, 'cause I'm awesome like that.

I also had a dream I was at home and trying to set up a game of Worms Armageddon, but I had disabled the second player's controls, and had to spend ages working them out. Eventually I got them working, but the game was now Soldat, I was jetpacking around pwning stuff on Air Pirates. For whatever reason, my mother cracked the shits at me, so I got angry and only now I remember destroying something on the wall, like I had punched a hole through something. Now I remember; I was in the shower and my mother was yelling at me, so I got out of the shower and tore the towel-rack off the wall. I thought it would be light, but the moment I pulled it off the wall, it was insanely heavy... like twenty-kilograms heavy - obviously a lot for a towel rack. Regardless of this, I left the bathroom and swung the towel rack around, breaking things in this fit of rage. When I was done, I was trying to find a friend whose place I could stay at for the rest of the day, because I didn't want to be here.

Last night

I had some dream where I was walking around the street adjacent to mine, and it was getting late - sort of twilight-ish. The sky was really blue and it was really foggy. I often seem to have these dreams where I'm walking around the street and my vision is obscured by darkness. Either it was getting too dark or it was foggy, but it was hard to see detail further than 20 metres away.
I got home and my sister "wasn't home again". In my dream she had been going out heaps and was rarely home. I started to regret being such a neglectful cunter toward her, because she was becoming more and more detached from the family, to the point where we didn't know who she was with or what she was doing.

I was now walking around again, and I had some sort of brick or box with me that was eminating music. I think it was playing either Target Audience or Lamb of God by Marilyn Manson. I was walking down Furlong Road when the song ended and the box started to play the start of Somewhat Damaged by Nine Inch Nails really loudly. I put the box down and pressed a button on it which stopped it from playing right before the drums kicked in, which I must have assumed would have drawn a lot of attention.

At some point I ended up in the front yard of this house that I assumed was James's house before I ever actually visited him for the first time. Everyone sort of walked off, leaving me to look around at the trees. I assumed I was dreaming, and considered doing a reality check, but then I thought to myself, I was so sure that this was a dream (everything just sort of "clicked" - visually, the world "shifted" like a lens focusing, which happens a lot at the moment of gaining lucidity) that I decided I may as well start flying immediately. I kicked off the ground and levitated in the air for a moment. I felt my leg bend weirdly as if it had jammed somewhere and moved my leg around a bit, just to test the sensation. Then I woke up. The lucidity really lasted about two seconds.
When I woke up I was extremely disappointed that I had woken up immediately after realising I was dreaming and wasted a potential adventure. I hoped to myself that this was a false awakening, and did some reality checks with my hands, but they appeared normal. No false awakening or second chance at a lucid.

I fell back to sleep and had this dream about aliens. There were these child-sized, blue alien creatures resembling realistic versions of Invader Zim-esque aliens. They were trying to sabotage some other aliens by turning down the temperature on the heating-airconditioners until they or their machinery froze. The victims of this sabotage were knocked out and then awoke a few days later, coated in frost, with all the machinery frozen. They cursed at the other aliens for sabotaging them, but there was nothing they could do to retaliate - their ship and all its weapons and functions had been literally frozen. The other aliens were safe from them for at least a few days before the ship could thaw.

Suddenly I was on Jupiter, which was a solid planet for some reason. There was an entire futuristic city build on orange dirt, with a train that ran on an elevated, ringed railway that circled the main area of the city. Suddenly this unicron-esque planet decended from the sky and started chewing things up with this spherical head that protruded from its spherical body. This head had a massive mouth that munched on buildings like some sort of obese, yellow, catepillar head. I watched the train go past on the elevated railway - and noticed this woman with brown hair walking from one side of a carriage to another. Suddenly I looked back and noticed these huge, root-like tenticles assaulting the back of the train, wrapping themselves around and forcing their way into the back of the carriage, either through windows, vents and doors, or their own self-made entrances. The tentacles violently passed through the carriage as I noticed more root-like tenticles assaulting the front of the train. It was like some sort of twisted Akira-esque anime. I watched at these tentacles picked up individual carriages and plowed them into the mechanical-monster-catepillar-thing's open mouth. For some reason I became extremely disgusted and freaked out by this scene and deliberately turned my head away from the train-carnage. It was like watching a movie though; I knew physically I wasn't there, so I wasn't afraid, but I couldn't bear to look at the destruction of the city around me.

I was now on Earth and as my physical self. I had been secretly informed about the monstrous creature that had attacked and destroyed Jupiter. I now knew that it had attacked all planets and dwarf-planets in our solar system until it reached and destroyed Jupiter, where it had been stopped by someone freezing its machinery - saving Earth for approximately five days. I don't know why I had been informed while most of the world was still oblivious, but I began to prepare for a life in a post-apocalyptic world by collecting non-perishable canned food and flooding a street with my father in order to create a "lake" where we could store our water, assuming the water would be cut off after the disaster that was likely to happen in a few days.
I also noticed the presence of this planet-devouring machine (let's just call it the World Eater) because there was no power or internet in my street and some of the surrounding streets - like radiation or something was interfering with it all the way from space - sort of like with solar flares from the sun.
Mickey and Jimmy seemed to also know about our impending doom, and we were crossing the bridge near Albion Station in the middle of the night while Mickey handed us these "survival kits", created by some guy that Mickey referred to as a "genius. He doesn't have that triangle in his brain." For some reason I thought of the green triangle button on a playstation controller.
Anyway, I put on a parachute and jumped off the bridge with Mickey and Jimmy, and we glided over the train tracks to Gilmour Road. The parachutes were attached to our heads and doubled as headphones that played this "genius" person's voice, who explained the details about what was happening with the World Eater, and what needed to be done to ensure Earth's survival. Apparently someone out there was also doing their best to stop the World Eater before it could continue its destructive journey though our solar system.
Jimmy, Mickey and I decided that since our chances of survival in the next few days had dropped significantly, we should "live it up", so we went to this restaurant resembling a stereotypical American diner, dressed in our most expensive suits, to discuss what we could do to help us survive. At this point I was becoming rather sceptical about the whole existance of the World Eater, and suspected that Mickey and Jimmy were playing an elaborate joke on me by showing me some fake, low-quality film of jupiter's city getting attacked by the World Eater that I refered to as "a 1950's film" (I was actually talking about the scene I had witnessed on Jupiter as a film), and that the whole "survival kit" had been a set up to lure me in further into the delusion that I was part of something important and revolutionary, sort of like how Winston was fooled into believing that The Brotherhood had contacted him in the book, 1984.
I also thought that we'd get arrested for things like flooding an entire street because we couldn't really explain or prove to other people why we were doing it, and then the World Eater might even be stopped before then, so we'd get jail sentences for nothing. I also was seeing less and less sense in the anarchistic, destructive things we were doing. We're we supposed to be raising other people's awareness? I thought. And wouldn't that be a bad thing, if the entire world suddenly realised it only had three or four days before total annihilation?
I was discussing this with Jimmy and Mickey at a table, and noticed a teenage girl at the table in front of me looking with interest. She sort of looked alright, though not that great, but seeing as it was the end of the world I probably wasn't that picky with women anymore anyway. But suddenly she changed; she got younger and younger, until she was a child. I got a bit weirded out, then I woke up.

Also, now I remember running back to my house at some point with my sister and my father, because there was police tape everywhere around our street, like something had already begun to happen. As I was running down the street (the weather was blue-skyed and warm), I was thinking about how I wanted to write an adventure story while I was living it, and had mixed feelings about this wish coming though, but decided that I would start writing anyway, as soon as I had time to sit down.

I haven't had many interesting dreams since World Eater. A lot of nights I could only remember fragments and sometimes nothing at all, and since the world wasn't destroyed this Wednesday, that put me in too much of a mood to bother recording dreams for a few days. Anyway, for two nights in a row I've had fairly decent dreams. But as I said... bad mood, couldn't be bothered writing them out fully... I'll write both night's dreams in this entry.

Night before

Chaos posessed marines
Attacked... fend off enemies
Decided to not be a pussy and attack their base without reinforcing.
Suddenly it was like "sandcastle wars" on a beach. Possessed marines run across wet mini-rivers into enemy sandcastle base.
I'm trying to differentiate between the sand buildings so I can attack their "main" buildings.
Now the games has changed even more.
The enemy are fleas
My "main infantry" are what look like pale worms or maggots
I have these stronger units that are gold-ball-sized pink insectoid things
They can take on plenty of fleas
I flick the maggots that aren't fighting with my fingers, into the combat zone and into more enemies because they won't move by themselves
I go back to my sandcastle base to "make more units" and look back at their base to see how the fighting is going. I seem to be winning.
As I look, I notice this huge, thick white scorpian just hanging around outside the enemy base.
It's body is as thick as my fist, it's tail thicker than a 10 cent coin. It looks heavily armoured and very shiny, like it's made out of porcelain.
I look at it in awe.

In another dream, I'm at a shopping centre. I see Stacey, who walks past me, so I swing my hand out and catch her face with it. She yells "now now, Charlie!" angry, and continues walking toward Target.
Now I'm on the roof of some building. The roof is sloped with tiles like most houses (these tiles are red), but despite sloping down like a pyramid, it somehow holds shallow water. Me, Katherine, Sam and Stacey are chilling up there and I realise I don't have a shirt, but it doesn't bother me like it normally used to. Looking down, I can see crowds of people on black asphalt, as if they're watching us. I feel rather smug and lie down against the tiles, letting the sun warm my back. I can feel the warmth of the sun, which is awesome.

Now I'm running some sort of marathon to the North Pole with Homer Simpson. We end up taking forever to reach the North pole, because Homer's such a lazy fatass, but eventually we get there. There was a whole area set up for people to wait for us to greet us, but it is completely abandoned now, because we took so long. Two young girls remained to see us finish.
I was now being driven home from the north pole by some stereotypical American soccer mom. She drove into my driveway and I looked away. Looking back, I noticed the people in the front seat of the car had gone. It was only a split second, but now I couldn't tell where they had gone. I concluded that my memory was having some sort of problem, or some things I was seeing didn't actually exist.

I went into my house and James was sitting on a fold out bed. I sat down and told him about how I had been hallucinating (in real life) and having memory lapses (but only in this dream). One thing lead to another, and I found myself being anally penetrated by him. This isn't the first time this has happened in a dream, and like the other times, it got more and more violent until it started to hurt me. Eventually he stopped and I yelled at him.
He said something like "but did it really happen?" and I started to wonder if it had really happened, or if I had just "imagined" it.

What a headfuck -.-'

Last night

Outback camp
With random friends
Apparently forced to be in different camps
Punished if we try to sneak into same camp
We were each making weird boomerangs with knives attached to each end.
These knives were like the one I own, they fold out on each side, producing two blades. The guy that was showing us around the bush saw us secretly attaching these weapons to our boomerangs.
Man freaks out and we think he'll report us for posessing weapons
We kill the man
Trying to hide the body
Woman comes along, tells us we'll be in different cabins
We know eventually she'll find her dead associate
We try to kill her
We stab her a few times but she doesn't die
I do it "properly" and slit her throat right open
Very graphic as head flops backward. Everyone looks at it and is disgusted.
We all decide to leave

Now inside tall shopping centre making our way down stairs by driving our cars / motorbikes down stairs. Michael from TAFE is driving a van/truck with some Fox furry-esque art airbrushed all over it. I see him drive the van downstairs successfully, but he's slower than the rest of us and we lose sight of him.

I found myself at my old primary school, but it was supposed to be nearing the end of year 12 for me. The internet on to computers got capped or something, and everyone was demanding more internet, but the teachers and staff were ignoring us.
I decided I was tired of being the smart guy who's friendly with the teachers and decided to trigger a mass rebellion. I saw Bradley and asked him if he wanted to help me throw some garbage bins around and make a mess. He was pretty keen on it too, so we started to smash things and throw garbage all over the place.
Soon, all the students - hundreds of them - were rioting in the school yard, throwings things around and smashing things.
The teachers sent in police and extra security to try to quell the riots and find out who was responsible/leading the riots (obviously me). They started to guard the ovals and keep us contained on the basketball field area. I tried to get to the oval but decided it was too risky to do it myself, especially if I was exposed as the leader, so I decided to pretend to be passive until the security guards stopped watching me.
When I was away from them, I started yelling and encouraging all the students around me to continue to fuck things up until our demands were met. I started to worry that the teachers would cancel my TAFE course if I continued to rebel, but then I realised that I wasn't doing the TAFE course through school anymore; I wasn't even in school anymore! So they couldn't touch me.
Still, eventually the riots were quelled, but I wasn't at all ready to stop.
I saw Quinny and we decided to get some bins and start blocking roads with them. We jumped the fence and went outside the school, placing bins on this highway. I thought cars were going to stop and people were going to get out and come after us, but they drove past as we did our thing. We turned and ran back to the school, which suddenly seemed five times as further away now. I tried to run but was moving slowly, but I got over it and ran fast again, making it to the fence and using my arms to flip over it, almost braining myself.

Quinny and I continued to get bins and anything loose, and throw them everywhere. We went where one of the old sandpits were and saw Bradley with this massive pole that he was using to cut powerlines. It was made out of wood and metal. I warned him that connecting powerlines with the ground through a metal conductor usually results in death, but he said he had wood seperating the metal. He cut the wires, and nothing happened, and that was good enough for me.
I was at home chilling with my sister and the lights started to flicker, so I went back outside into the school yard and told Bradley to stop cutting that wire, because it lead to my house.



School rebel
Quinny
Bradley
Power lines
Bins cars
Fence
Year 12 TAFE course fear cancel?
Sunvale
Teachers security quell riots
Internet capped

Last night I had a dream I was exploring the Nicholas Building in Melbourne. I climbed through a hatch and into this part of the building that was full of green steam pipes and industrial-looking things. People could explore further down into the bowels of the Nicholas building, but the further down they went, the more "dangerous" it became. I remember someone explaining to me that you had to keep the hatches above and below you closed to prevent letting demons escape from the lower levels that were too strong for you to handle. I'm not really sure they were demons... more like poltergeists or something. Shadows. Apparently these things could sneak right past some people undetected and escape to a different level and wreak havock.

In another dream I was at McDonalds with a friend, talking about things I can't remember, but half way through the conversation I realised that she hadn't complained about anything and was amazed and... quite euphoric about that, really.

In another dream, I was on a train and my mother appeared. For whatever reason, I didn't want anything to do with her, so I hurled abuse at her and told her to burn in hell.

A lot of this dream took place at the front of my house.

I was in my front yard violently throwing up for some reason, and because of that I didn't realise that my friend William had driven past in his car. Later on I was coughing up thick amounts of phlegm and the same thing happened.

After that I was sitting in my driveway with Acidbitch or someone like her, watching some circus-like people perform. I asked her how much this all cost to hire them to perform, and she said it was some astronomical price, so I kicked all the performers out of my front yard.

So last night's first dream began with a rather weird focus; I was at Flinder's Street Station and there was a vending machine that you could buy lollies with, but we'd found a way to put stuff in it as well, so we started putting all weird, pseudo-artistic things in there that we'd made. So people began to exchange/donate/buy their artwork anonymously using this vending machine. I found the concept AWESOME. I remembered more details about the art in question before, but now I just remember making some weird leathery pouch thing with gloves on the sides like wings.

The next dream I had was more detailed; I was in my backyard, and it was the middle of the night. There were three other people with me, two guys and a girl, all my age. One guy might have been James, the other guy had brown hair but I didn't know him, and the girl I also didn't know, but she was taller than me, had short carrot-orange hair, and was wearing my trenchcoat.
These people were here to investigate the presence of a demon or some sort of demonic force. They were looking around my backyard with torches until they found scorch marks on my fence. It was the demon's sign, apparently, and was shaped like two rectangles, tilting away from each other. Someone said we had to be careful because the demon may have left behind "taint", which was like a liquid-esque shadow that if you touched, you were pretty much screwed and unsavable.
So now these investigators were looking for this "taint" before they accidentally stepped in it or something. I was being careful not to touch anything, but then someone realised that the girl with red hair had taint on my trenchcoat, on her back, around where her shoulders were. She panicked and the guys urged her to take all her clothes off before it seeped through the material like water and reached her skin. As quickly as she could, she started tearing her upper clothes off, but we had no idea how long that taint had been there, unnoticed.
Unfortunately, it had been there too long, even if that was a couple of seconds. In pants and a bra, she clearly had the black mark of taint on her shoulder-blade, already in her skin, in her system. There was nothing these paranormal experts could do to save her.
Horrified, the girl ran off into my house crying, while the guys stayed outside to search for the demon before it could do any more harm. I followed the girl into my house, and she went into my toilet to continue crying while I watched her through the laundry, from where I stood in the kitchen. There were no lights on inside the house - what we could see was lit by the suburbia and the torches of the guys outside. Inside my house, things started to fall and thump, clatter and rattle. I could sense a presence, moving through the walls, which I was cautious of, but not scared of for some reason. I continued to try to calm the girl down, and for some reason said something about "restarting from where we last saved" - going back in time and keeping and eye on her until she got the taint on her, and then removing her coat before it could seep through. She seemed to think this was a legitimate idea, so she stopped crying and we went back into our backyard. She shouted to the guys to explain what we were going to do, and then I realised this was a dream because I was going to go back in time, which I'd done twice before, once to save a friend from a car crash and again to save another from being lynched. I was excited, because I was going to control time again, but I also felt good about saving this dream character, so I started hugging her. Then I remembered that she was topless and I was in a dream, so I ignored the other two guys watching and... well, I didn't end up going back in time, but got "distracted" and woke up half way through.

In another dream, I was walking near what I think was the dodgier side of Sunshine Station, and talking to my old media teacher. I got chased by someone or something and ended up going into a building, then jumping down into a basement crowded with boxes and rubbish. A small dog was after me, so I broke its from leg by snapping it with my hands. Then some guy that looked 12 started trying to attack me from the same entrance the dog came through, so I grabbed his arm, twisted it and broke his elbow with my other palm. I snapped and he started sooking like a bitch and disappeared somewhere. I started thinking about how I was going to explain all this abuse toward children and small animals, but reassured myself that they were asking for it.

In another dream, I was catching some trains at Spencer Street Station with friends. We were going somewhere. I remember being inside a carriage and sitting next to Madeline, who was next to Siobhan, who was next to Nicholas. Taleah was sitting on my other side. I wanted to re-arrange our seating, but I never said anything about it.

Either this was another dream, or we arrived at our destination. It was some kind of amusement park thing, indoors, and we were all boarding a train-ride thing. I was trying to get a seat with my friends (I remember people like Tony and Andrew), but I was too far back in line and ended up several carriages behind them, seated by myself and rather annoyed by that.

In another dream, I was swimming inside some building with all these other people around. The water was clear and I was exploring underneath it - there were also large sardine-sized orange fish swimming around with me. I would experiment with high pitched and deep noises to attract them to me for something to do. I stuck my head in some hollow log thing and emitted this really deep note. Someone did something to interrupt me and my noises, but I can't remember what happened. It had malicious intent though.

In a similar setting, I was running around with Harry Potter characters, but I can't remember what for. We may have been getting that guy who interrupted me back.

At some point I had learned that over one hundred hostages had been taken by some militants or something. Apparently sixteen or seventeen had tried to escape, with only one success. This one guy was now trying to teach classes for people on how to be all awesome and ninja. When the hostages were taken, about a hundred people had been quick enough to run away and not be taken. I was walking around with friends and we accidentally neared the place where the hostages had been taken (this grassy area with a chain-linked fence) - some guy behind the fence turned his turret around to fire at us, but I lead the group away before he had turned it around all the way, and we left before anything happened.

Later on, after waking up and thinking about my assignments that were due, I went back to sleep and dreamt that I decided to go to school to finish my assignment before class. It was night time, and I was commando-crawling outside of some building for some reason, until I climbed under the garage floor and into a living room. There was a computer in here, which I turned on, but it wasn't working properly - or something like that was preventing me from getting my work done. I was starting to stress about it, then I woke up.

I had such an awesome dream last night. I was with Mel and I won't go into detail, but half way through I couldn't really believe this was happening and asked "is this a hallucination?" I was feeling guilty the whole time because she has a boyfriend somewhere in this big bad world, but I couldn't stop myself either. I knew I wouldn't be interested in her afterwards because she's a classmate... and I have the no-dating-classmates rule in effect. Didn't stop me at the time, though. I've become such a slut lately, it's awesome.

Most satisfying dream in ages, 'cause I know it'll never happen in real life, giving me no reason to wake up disappointed.

In another part of that dream, where I was in the same setting, I had arrived to "class" and had my old media teacher. We apparently had our animations due this lesson, and I hadn't even started putting my drawings together. I was boned - I remembered my last 5 minute animation took a semester of drawing and tweening to get done. I couldn't do this in what remained of a three hour lesson. Then I think I realised we had two more weeks or something, but I knew that still wasn't enough time. Fucked up.

Last night I had a dream where two of my friends and I were having a nightmare. One of my friends, Markus, and I started choking in our sleep and woke up. The third person seemed less affected, but was still scared from the nightmare.
Markus and I, on the other hand, were terrified because we almost died in our sleep. We fell asleep again and the same thing happened - this "nightmare" that didn't contain any identifiable themes or characters. It was more like a blur of different shades of grey, mixed in with the feeling of absolute terror and suffocation. This time when I woke up, my friend Markus had orange hair from some reason, and none of us could work out why.
We woke up a second time and were travelling on a wooden bridge with a large group of seven or eight people. This was some sort of forrest-esque environment and the bridge was suspended up in the trees. It was also very close to night time, but the sky was still eminating a lot of strong dark-blue light.
We arrived at some sort of restaurant and the group took a break by sitting on some couch that was placed against the wall. Things seemed to start incorporating themes from Final Fantasy VII, because everyone in the "party" was suddenly suspicious of Cait Sith. There was also talk about how when we went to the Northern Crater, our dreams would become all retarded and it would seem like we were choking, etc.
Then I "woke up" and looked above my bed. The picture above my bed that usually contained cartoon characters had been replaced by just fiery orange, and a large number "5" in the centre. I thought I was awake and that this was just a hallucination, so I waited for it to fade, but it didn't - so I freaked out and left my room.

In the next dream, I was wandering around a shopping centre and ran into all these different girls that I know in real life. Being the tool I am in my dreams, I ended up leaving on after another in this vicious tear-filled cycle, while constantly apologising for cheating on... all of them. There was some bondage and biting that was involved, and chicken snitzel, it was a pretty good dream, actually.
Then I had another false awakening and had to explain that I was only cheating because the logical part of my brain was turned off. I also hoped I wasn't having a "shared dream" incase I'd actually made one of the other girls upset by leaving her tied up naked in the middle of a shopping centre, cheating on her, ditching her and cheating on her again, etc...

I haven't had a zombie dream in ages, but this one was craptastic! I woke up in the morning unable to remember any of my dreams, but I started to remember more and more while I was hanging out some washing in the afternoon.

The dream begins with me walking down a street that might be in Footscray. Anyway, as I'm walking, I see this zombie-esque creature that looks as if it's from Silent Hill or something. It's skinless and bloody, with such an extreme hunch that its shoulders are higher than it's head. It's head looks as if it's coming out of its chest, and I don't think it had eyes. Just a mouth on its red, veiny face.
The thing charges at me, and I shoot at it with a hand gun, knocking its head off, but it keeps coming at me, even though it's headless. I keep shooting at its body, but it runs right at me and takes me out.
The scene "restarts" and this time I manage to shoot the zombie-esque creature enough times to kill it. Then a second one rushes at me from behind. I shoot at it, but I don't hit it enough times to kill it before it jumps on me and kills me.
As the scene restarts for a third time, I think to myself "this is the hardest zombie apocalypse ever!" noting that I only have a handgun with limited ammo, and the zombies are nearly impossible to kill without wasting all of that ammo on one.
It then comes to me that I have to get to a gun shop or military base and get better weapons, so suddenly I "spawn" at some paramilitary garage and run inside, where there are all these soldiers, scientists and engineers working on something that I think was a time machine. It was this large cylindrical metal thing. We're about to get it working when hordes of zombies break into the garage - there's simply too many for any of them to take out, and they're way too strong. I don't remember what happens next.

In the next dream, I'm walking around in the city at night, next to a river, and I'm with some people I don't really know and my sister. Our parents are around, but they've gone off to do something else. I'm walking across a bridge over dirt with these people, and we look across to see two gangs pointing handguns at each other. I'm scared they might start shooting us as well, whether it be accidentally or on purpose, so I tell my sister to go somewhere and hide, then I start to leave while the rest of the group stay to watch the confrontation.
I go behind the bridge and realise that I need to call the police, because no one else seems to be doing so. I call them on my mobile, but then I see Mel walking around aimlessly closer to the river, behind the bridge where I am. I warn her about the people with guns on the other side of the bridge.
Now I was walking around somewhere else in the city, and this guy with bleached spikey hair kept pushing into me, and when I finally confronted him, ready for a fight, he backed off and started to act all friendly.

Now I was at a swimming pool, but it was full of anthromorphic crocodiles. It was still night, and I was swimming around in this pool befriending them, but not entirely trusting them, until I met this female one that looked completely human - but somehow I decided that she was also part of the crocodile race. That didn't stop me from enjoying myself, though.

Last night I asked myself "who do I talk to?" in regards to a problem.

I dreamt that Markus and I were hanging around in Albion at night, next to a main road. We were standing on a small area of flat concrete that made up the centrepiece of a depression in the grass around us. There was also a thick, short concrete wall that blocked our immediate sight of the road. We had been dropped off here by Katherine.
Now I was hanging around with Katherine and Jilliah, and we saw that Mitchell-esque guy Katherine liked, except his head had been shaved completely bald. We wanted to get him into Bang, but he had forgotten to take his identification, so he couldn't get in. Katherine and Jilliah were going to go in anyway, but I couldn't be bothered and left.
Now Markus and I were walking along the main road to KFC. I think we were in the city, but the buildings weren't that big here. There was a bunch of guys that looked like stereotypical 'wogs' who started shouting things at us, but we ignored them and kept walking to KFC. Markus got something to eat and I suggested we stick together because those people were probably going to jump us as we made our way back from KFC. I saw Jill in KFC and suddenly she wanted an escort to Bang, but Markus was still waiting on his order, so I decided to take Jilliah and meet Markus back at KFC. It took a while for us to reach Bang, and when I made my way back, I couldn't find Markus.
I assumed he had tried to go back without me and they had jumped him. I tried to call him, then I called James to tell him what happened. I called Markus's phone again and an arrogant voice answered. I told them to come back to the city to meet me and settle this, but they claimed they were 'a week away' from Melbourne. I gave up abusing and harassing them and went home, where I went on msn to try to contact Markus. He was on msn and said those people had jumped him and taken his phone.
We were back in the city and it was as if I hadn't actually gone home. Markus and I were outside KFC and the group of people were nearby. I asked Markus what happened, and he said all six of them had attacked him, but he managed to knock one out before they took him down. He made a reference to hearing a distinct "popping" noise as his fist connected with their jaw. There were suddenly other people with us, like William and Nicholas, and we were laughing about how it took six of these larger people to take out Markus and even then one of them was knocked out. I suggested we go bash them now, since we seemed to have superior skill and now decent numbers, but for some reason we didn't.

In the next dream I was in this dungeon with some other guy, and the demon-dude from Mortal Kombat, Moloch, was let in through a massive gate. He started to throw us around and was kicking our arses when I found a way of fighting back. I grabbed chains on the wall and swung around him, kicking my legs out and running and jumping off the walls and high speed, suspended in the air. Moloch couldn't hit me anymore, so he left me and went for the other guy, who he pinned against the wall and began to attack. I landed behind Moloch and suddenly I had swords, so I went to the left side of Moloch and slashed at his abdomen, then moved and did the same to his right. His stomach dropped down and released his internal organs in front of the guy he was holding against the wall.
Suddenly the scene changed and Moloch was now my dead dog, Lucy, who I had disemboweled. She didn't seem to be in pain, but her internal organs had dropped out of her and she was now "skinny". I knew I had to kill her, so I decided to cut the main artery on her throat, or decapitate her.
Now she was laying on my bathroom floor - well, she was Leo - Leo was laying on my bathroom floor with me standing over him with a scalpel, apologising and telling him that I loved him, as I examined his neck to decide where to cut him so he would die the fastest.

I woke up and then had another dream where I was in a shopping centre with Markus and Jana. I was rather insistant on making out with her, but we ended up doing things like biting each others ears instead. I remember her ears felt quite cold when I bit them, and when she bit me I could feel the saliva. At one point she threw a blanket or something over me which gagged me, and I pretended to struggle just for the sake of fun, but then I couldn't breathe through my nose, so I had to stop.
At one point we were getting more intimate, when I realised she was sitting on Markus, and the whole image and implication was just negative toward Markus, so I stopped for his sake and my morals' sake.
Later on it was just her and I sitting on a table against a wall at Bang. I said something about something Jilliah said to me about getting lucky, though I wasn't actually implying anything - just making conversation - and Jana seemed to immediately become angry, so I told her "I don't want to use you."
She calmed down when I said that, but then left the table. I stayed and 'surfed' an upside-down table off another table, onto the floor, rather skillfully, just for lulz, and saw Jilliah again, who probably told me off for being childish or something. I left the venue and I had what looked like a thick, black shoe-horn or long phone in my hand (maybe Jilliah gave it to me? Or did I retrieve Markus's phone somehow?) Anyway, I'm not sure what it was, but I was holding it like a gun like I'll do to any object in real life. I walked outside and I was in an alleyway. I grabbed four umbrellas that I had left leaning against the wall, and my trench coat, as I picked these things up and tried to hold them or pocket them all at once, it started to rain really heavily. There were also two adult men sitting at a table, who were looking at me weirdly. Fair enough. I managed to pocket the dual compact umbrellas that were black and had curved handles, and held my large rainbow and black umbrellas in my left hand. I also put the shoe-horn in the chest-pocket of my trench coat.
I walked away and up to a red wooden and glass door that lead to the inside of Flinders Street Station. I stood there holding my left hand up like a student about to ask a teacher a question, expecting the door to open if I "requested" it. A person looked at me and kept walking, and then I realised what I was doing and felt like an idiot. I opened the door and the dream ended.

Last night I dreamt I woke up at 3:00-something pm in my house. It was darker than usual. I was sitting in the back living room when I noticed it was raining. Things inside were getting wet and I noticed the window was open while light rain dampened the curtains. I noticed the rain was penetrating into the house unnaturally, and went into the laundry to see that that window was also open, with rain entering the house from a different angle (90 degrees to the right of the original angle). I noticed that it was actually raining inside the house and walked into the hallway where I saw my dad - I was about to tell him to look at this amazing phenomenon when he already asked in shock, "is it raining in here?" The rain was literally coming out of the air now and I could feel it on me. It was cold and a bit uncomfortable because of that. I also worried that I might get sick with cold rain constantly on me wherever I went.

I entered the next dream at some point where I thought I had dreamt the last dream and was awake. I left the house and hopped on my bike and started to ride down one of the main roads near my house. I steadily started to ride faster and when I leaned back and lifted the front wheel off the ground, I suddenly picked up and incredible amount of speed that almost made me panic. I was travelling down this road faster than cars now. As I was speeding down this road half-willingly, I saw an old friend, Austin on his bike, and he road next to me. I tried my best to keep my own bike at a reasonable speed. I still managed to speed off and ended up riding next to Ilkan who I also hadn't seen for more than half a year. I couldn't seem to stop the bike because I was going to fast, but eventually I slowed it down by placing my feet on the ground and skidding for several hundred metres.

I was back at my house again and it was the next day. Like the last dream, it was a spring day with a blue sky. This time I was in a wheelchair, only I knew I could walk - I was simply too lazy to, so I went to wherever I was going in this wheelchair, which seemed to move just as willingly and effortlessly as my bike. I didn't need to push the wheels - I just let the "momentum" keep taking it, like I was rolling downhill or something. Again I was travelling down that same main road in my wheelchair, when I came across Austin and Ilkan on their bikes again. I marvelled at the coincidence and travelled with them down the road to a McDonalds that doesn't actually exist on that road.
I was there with Austin and Ilkan when William showed up, and then Siobhan and Madeline, who Ilkan set up immediately due to the fact that they were female and had tits. I watched mildly amused as William tried to physically restrain Ilkan as he chased the two girls around outside McDonalds. Siobhan and I started hugging (half just to keep her away from Ilkan), except it felt uncomfortable and we kept having to shift position to try and get comfortable. She started to lean on me and I nearly fell over. We went inside Mcdonalds, Siobhan and I broke off from the rest of the group and hugged a bit more, then she started to bitch about my hair and nails and such while we were at the counter and offered to give me a make over with "cosmetics" salvaged from things in McDonalds - boiling water in a drink lid - apparently she was to add some other thing to it - and it was going to be painful, but just like in real life, I was looking forward to that. Then she started to go on about how this liquid was supposed to be for her drum kit, except this was a shit substitute because it was from McDonalds.

I walked outside and saw other people from the Panasonic Youth coming to McDonalds. I remember Mitchell specifically and I wanted to tell him about the dream I had where it was raining inside my house.

Vodka.

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dreamt I was sitting in the kitchen at the back of the house with my father. Heard a crashing noise in the backyard. Asked him about it - he said it was just "the bald man" implying it was the neighbour next door. Only my "vision" on this one looked more like a serial killer or escaped mental patient. I said I wanted to see who it was, so my father took me to his bedroom where the window looked into the front yard. We stared into a mirror that reflected whoever was standing outside (because they were at some weird angle), but I couldn't see who it was. Then I noticed someone dressed in black walking in our front yard on the opposite side of what were were trying to view through the mirror. This person walked up to another person leaning on our fence from out in the street. It was Daniel on the fence and his older sister, Sara, in my front yard. I was wondering what they were doing here, but chicks are chicks, so I didn't mind. Then James, Markus and Rachel also appeared outside my parent's window. I didn't recognise Rachel for some reason (she had dyed her hair this awesome shade of dark purple instead of pink). James told me it was Rachel (his girlfriend), and I wondered how I could have forgotten. I went out into the front yard and there were all sorts of people around. Apparently they'd come because I'd invited them today, but forgotten about it. There was also Matthew, a 7-or-so-year-old who's mother had bought these really sweet confectionary lollies, but some parts of them were really sticky, wet and green-looking, like bacteria was eating them. I asked Matthew what that was about, and he tried to make me guess. I'm an impatient man, so I just went right ahead and ate the lolly. It tasted awesome, and then I realised - somehow his mother had managed to combine sweets with cucumber! HOLY HELL! AWESOME!!!!

My dream began with me and some friends at a place like the Melbourne Showgrounds combined with a large school or university. It was a large place with lots of people around and many rooms and halls that connected to each other. I wandered around, got lost, and ended up arriving in the "library" which was also a "store" that sold many other things too. I walked around and found a shelf with an Ian Irvine book on it, it looked like the new installment from the Song of the Tears series, but on closer inspection it turned out to be a book about all the creatures, technologies, cultures, etc. of The Three Worlds. I also found a pile of cards which I had a strong compulsion to buy - but I didn't think I had enough money to buy both the book I wanted and the cards.
I ended up talking to one of the women who worked there about buying the cards and book. We sat down at a table for some reason and then she said something that implied she wanted to pick me up, but when I responded she said she didn't mean for whatever she said to sound like that; she wasn't interested. That was a relief, because among other things, she was looking waaayyy too old (haha, 5+ years is way too old to me). This chick looked 30. Anyway, after that embarassing moment I walked around again and ran into James and some other friends.
Two guys decided to annoy us, so when they walked between two book shelves, James and two others decided to form a human wall and trap them there. When they were trapped there, they wrote something on the wall in black marker, which I can't remember and probably couldn't read anyway. After letting the two guys go, two larger guys joined them and ganged up on James and his two friends, intimidating them, though not really though violence. I watched in amusement and contemplated helping them, but figured the only way to do that would be starting a fight (no logic in dreams, heh), and I didn't want to get kicked out.
Tina from TAFE was sitting around on the table across from me while I was watching James and something slightly upsetting or embarrassing happened to her, so I held her hand to comfort her - which astonished me - because none of us were weirded out, despite the fact that we'd both be mutually freaked out if this happened in real life, despite the platonic intentions.
We left this school/building and went to some motel where all the rooms were next to each other in one long, straight line. It was now night time, and Tina and I had constructed some sort of mechanical, high-speed robot disguised to look and act like a rabbit.
I had the remote control for it (similar to one belonging to an RC car) and was controlling, watching it through the window, as it sped down the night-time road outside in a blur. On the other side of the road was a lake, where we got the rabbit to stay so it could emit a blinding light from inside its body for some reason, like it was beaming a signal somewhere into space. Unfortunately the rabbit was hard to control and where it was at the lake, it was hard to see behind bushes - I was frightened it was still "rolling" forward a bit and was going to fall into the lake, so I moved it, and it sped around near the lake like it was sliding on ice - it was just so difficult to get to stay still in the right spot! Eventually we saw police cars come, and tried to get the rabbit to flee into a park further down the road, but after expending so much energy speeding around like a schizophrenic farm animal, it could barely drag itself into the park at this critical moment (whatever were doing must have been illegal). Tina and I rushed outside, with me still holding the remote, and we tried to get the rabbit, but the police were there first. I controlled the rabbit with the controller behind my back, but he could barely slouch away as a police officer approached it. He said it must be injured, but then gave it a hard kick, knocking it through the gate on the sidewalk and into the park, where it continued to slouch away at a slightly faster pace. At one point the rabbit, drained of energy, sat down on its own accord and watched the police ask Tina and I what we were doing here. We said we were just curious about what all the noise was about out here and managed to get away with that story.
Now we were walking down the footpath just outside all of these motel rooms, when I suddenly realised I was dreaming for what I can only assume was no real concious trigger at all. I said out aloud, "I'm dreaming", and Tina seemed to disappear without me noticing at this point as my attention was directed inward. I lifted my arms in front of me and stared at my hands, repeating over and over again "I'm dreaming", as I tried desperately to stabilize the dream before it could be snatched away from me (prior to this lucid dream, all my other ones had been remarkably short, ending almost instantly, so I was well aware of the importance of taking time to stabilize the dream). I looked at my hands, seeing if they looked any different from real life, but they didn't. I payed attention to the sound of my own voice repeating those two words over and over again, and the feeling of my ankles digging into the concrete. After a whle I realised this dream wasn't going to run away anywhere, and decided to try blasting energy from my hands. It didn't work, which was typical. I started to walk around, "willing" people to appear when I turned a corner or entered a room, but where ever I went, there was no-one to be seen. I suddenly had walked my way into my kitchen, and at this point realised I could try drawing a chalk door like last time and summoning people through that, but I couldn't summon the chalk between my fingers. Growing frustrated, I decided to just "draw" the door with my index finger, along some grimy tile wall that happened to exist in my kitchen. I felt the roughness between the tiles as I ran my finger downward in a straight line, but nothing happened. I also tried a few times to reach people in other dreams, but a lack of faith in that kind of stuff combined with the fear trying could destroy my dream made these attempts very weak ones.
Suddenly I was teleported to a restaurant outside Ballarat Road. James, Markus and some other people were around here. I still knew I was dreaming, and was getting frustrated with the lack of ability I had in this particular lucid, so I decided to just get angry and summon Xenomorphs for killing. Knowing a good trick was to look away and look back (and what you want might be there), I looked North, East, South and West, spinning around and stopping at each direction to focus on the horizon and command that Xenomorphs would flood to me from these directions. I looked back at the restaurant and behold: three Xenomorphs were just inside the door, starting to tear there way through the terrified people inside. Outside more Xenomorphs were rushing at the restaurant. Without being consciously aware that I had summoned it, I suddenly had a cross between a scythe and a halberd in my hand. I charged into the restaurant with this marvelous weapon and jumped around, slicing several Xenomorphs into pieces. James, Markus and the others with them decided to join in with weapons they had also magically generated. So together as a horde, we began to slaughter all Xenomorphs that came out way like we were lucid over-confident ninjas. After a while the Xenomorphs stopped coming, but we saw a massive wooden gate/wall blocking entry to Ballarat Road from the driveway, so we charged the wall with our weapons and knocked it down like angry Scots.
We ran across Ballarat Road to the other side, where there was a second wall, which we also knocked down. It was all pretty epic, running around Sunshine with medieval weapons, destroying random fortifications with no real strategic value.
Now that we were on the other side of Ballarat Road, we were walking down the footpath and I was all excited because I had just realised how long this lucid dream had been going for - it felt like ages! I started telling Markus that I was dreaming, but I knew he was a dream character and not the real Markus, so I was being really smug about it when I told him. He was adorable. Then the dream ended. My alarm clock may have woken me up.

Last night I had a strange dream. I remember being in some large one-room building, in a bunk bed. My father, sister and I were in this room, as well as a large elephant. It once, being too playful, almost ate my sister. I was cautious to fall asleep around it, but not scared. At one point it lifted its trunk and placed the tip of it on my head, where it started to suck my hair like a vaccuum cleaner, startling me.

Later on I was looking at the property on which this building was placed, and it was sort of like the game The Sims. Someone was explaining to me that the way the buildings were layed out was really inefficient, and that there was too much empty space where buildings should be.

Later on I was wandering around a house that somewhat resembled my old house I had lived in years ago. This girl from school who I still speak to, Stella, was house-sitting or something with me. We were either bored or drunk, because at one point she tackled me and was about to bite me, which was completely out of character for her (she's like a saint in real life... by choice). I could literally feel her teeth about to sink into my neck like pure awesome when we both spotted my sister looking at us. Stella immediately stood upright and tried to look as innocent as possible, and my sister stood there, refusing to go away. She started asking about dinner.

I had no idea about dinner.

What the fuck, Marita?

Yes, I was frustrated, but apprently we had to make dinner, so we started cooking shit. I think Marita made french toast - then my parents came home and ruined my life by being present. The mood seemed to be lost and Stella now wanted to stay far away from me. I felt phlegm in my throat and felt like I really needed to cough, but I tried to suppress it.

Stella left and now my parents were leaving to go somewhere again, they said they were going somewhere slightly enjoyable (so I reluctantly decided to come along) then I found out we were going to their friend's place, who I despise. Furious about being tricked into going when I simply could have just not gone, I got into some argument with my mother - something about Sunbury and my Aunt who lives there and now hates my mother and probably the rest of us.
I found some earmuffs that my dentist had supposedly got me to prevent clicking in my ears caused by dental-braces-related movement in my jaw. When I put them on I was surprised to hear drums playing. I concluded that these prescription earmuffs also doubled as a shitty mp3 player, so I (somehow back at my house), desperately tried to put some decent songs onto it from my computer before leaving.

Now I was in some undercover car park and all these people were going to different clubs. I wandered around aimlessly for a while, not really interested in going to any of them. Finally I got bored and walked into some orange-walled one that my friends seemed to had gone into. I entered and someone was going on about how the atmosphere was fucked; nobody was dancing, everyone was sitting down, etc.
I went in there and everyone was sitting down at desks in complete silence! Apparently this club was also teaching some certificate in something and this was the exam! I was bored, so I decided to sit around and do the exam as well, just to see how much I could pwn these n00bs without having to study for six months. The exam started and I had to make some pieces of broccoli and colliflower look really nice by cutting off all the bad bits. I spent a lot of time paying careful attention to these vegetables and perhaps fifteen minutes had passed and I still hadn't gotten up to the written part of the exam - but it's not like I cared.

Another dream I forgot to include was one where I was watching like a radar, and there were fighter planes attacking some land, but they didn't realise that turrets had been set up. I kept trying to warn them, but the scene would repeat itself, and there'd always be pilots getting killed, either all 50-or-so of them, or a portion of the squad as they realised what was happening and tried to retreat.

So last night's dream was... interesting. I dreamt I was at North Campus, back in junior Highschool, and I was walking around with Hayleigh. We were going to meet James and co. in the Hall (which for some reason was located in the music building), so we walked across the parking lot near the basketball court to get there. I felt like we were close to each other but I was keen on keeping that platonic for some reason, then this person who I knew from North Campus, Joel, approached us and started acting smug and giving off the air of arrogance that some people just seem to have. We talked to him for a bit, then all of a sudden he was making out with Hayleigh; so I assumed the whole reason he'd come up to us from the beginning was being he and she were going out. Not keen on watching, I said I was going to the hall to meet the others, then Hayleigh and Joel stopped making out. I looked at them and Joel said "what?" in a smart, aggressive tone and walked off. Hayleigh and I walked to the "Hall" - the music building. The outside had a massive overhanging piece of architecture/roof/wall and a short, winding concrete path that lead to the door. Out here Heyleigh asked if everything was alright - I suppose she had felt the feelings between us as well. I told her everything was okay and she shouldn't worry, then we went inside.
The interior was like the actual Hall/Gym. James, Mitchell, Markus and Josh were sitting at some tables that happened to be there, and were painting Warhammer figurines. I think they were the medieval warhammer dudes, because the lego man who had two swords, a helmet, shield and suit of armour seemed to imply it. I mucked around with this lego man, switching parts and noticed that Hayleigh was pretty bored.
I cracked a joke and said "Warhammer, the only thing more awesome than Lego." (Not that I believe that in the waking life, Lego is fucking pwnage in a block).
Hayleigh went to the canteen and got something - chips I think. We shared these chips and then I decided to go buy some things of my own. I remembered how they used to sell those awesome toffee apple lollies here, so I asked for those, and they were rediculously expensive, priced at a dollar each - but I could get three for $2.60 if I wanted; everything was cheaper if bought in threes. I looked around in my wallet and noticed I had no cash, only silver change - eventually I found a two dollar coin and handed that over, but as the woman in the canteen was bagging those toffee apples, I handed over 60 cents and asked for one more, hoping I wasn't being too annoying (I had realised that I may as well buy more since I had the rest of the school day ahead of me). I got my three toffee apples (which seemed quite melted) and went back to the group.
Hayleigh and I eventually went back outside (perhaps because I had noticed all this neglecting her so we could enjoy painting Warhammer and playing with Lego had bored her.
We were walking around outside and I could sense that something was still wrong. I cut to the chase and said "If it feels so wrong, why are you going out with him?"
Hayleigh answered that she wasn't, he just decided to make out with her out there to - and I assumed this part - spite me, even thwart what he thought might have been my own non-existant attempts to form a relationship with her. I said Joel was an idiot and asked her why she would just make out with him like that, which Hayleigh answered by saying, as gently as she could:
"I find him more attractive than you. Sorry."
And fair enough, Joel was a beefy, pushy, clearly over-confident and self-appreciative kid who loved his football and cricket. Of course he'd be irresistable to women compared to someone like me.
Hayleigh asked what would have happened if she'd chosen me over him, and I answered, "nothing." On the dirt outside the basketball court, I lay on my stomach and rest my chin on my hands, observing Hayleigh in front of me and some warhammer figures that were sitting in the dirt, poking them around a bit. Hayleigh seemed to disappear and I sensed other people were around; people who would be aggressive to someone lying down in the dirt playing with Warhammer figurines.
Someone said "get up", so (thinking someone might stop these figurines out of spite, I swept them up in my hand and they seemed to dematerialise without my noticing. I looked around and Joel and some other people were standing around me; Joel started to threaten to me but I just calmly stood my ground, seemingly indifferent about all of this.
After Joel had finished threatening me, he got his "friend" (in real life these two people aren't related to each other), Anthony to threaten me (Anthony is some kid that I know is a smartass, but it's reasonably easy to scare the shit out of him). Assuming I could probably pwn him if things came to a fight, I stood my ground again and tried to calmly talk my way out of things. Anthony got all these other people to stand around me as well, to threaten me with numbers, but again I seemed unusually calm about this. Finally, Anthony got one of his "boys" to come at me; instinctively I raised my leg to kick him in the knee caps, but I felt my legs and feet were constricted - I wondered what the problem was and then became half-in my bed, half-in the school yard. Despite this, I didn't realise I was dreaming... I had the contradicting thoughts that I was somewhere in bed, yet not dreaming, and that this was all a glimpse of the future, so I could remain calm and just "practise" reality.
I deflected the guy's strikes and punched him in the jaw, then struck him in the side of the neck, and he went down; yet it all felt staged, like a practise session ... we went through the motions, but so we didn't "hurt" each other. Anthony and the rest of the group started to close in on me, and I knew that I'd need to slowly fall back while going for knees with my kicks, but my legs still felt really constricted. I could feel them in bed and they were lying crossed over each other. Every time I kicked I was off balance and I had to bunny-hop around to stay standing. I tapped into my body on the bed and uncrossed my legs. Now I could move easily and was able to take down the people attacking me one by one. I remember using a "trapping hands" technique on one of them, deflecting his attack with a strike then grabbing his arm with my free hand and pulling him down into a backhand - without any aggression; again it was like practising techniques. I took out three of these guys and things were about to get hardcore as the rest joined in, but they were hesitant - and recess was over. We agreed to meet up at lunch time to continue the fight. As I walked off, Anthony went over to these guys who were the "popular group" when I was at school. I was actually on good terms with them and had been for years, but they seemed to be better friends with Anthony, because they started taunting me about the fight I was going to get into. Not even angry, I looked at them like a computer might analyse data, and continued walking. I realised now that I didn't have my bag, phone or wallet on me; just my keys. I assumed I'd forgotten to bring these things to school and was now annoyed and wondering what I was going to do in class for the next hour and a half. I also had been hoping to eat something because I didn't want to be all shaky from hunger before getting into a fight. I decided not to go to class and found James in what looked like a sick bay - I think we were just hiding out here. Anway, James said "Are you okay? I thought those guys were going to flatten you. Hopefully you kicked their asses." I explained to James what had happened and how Anthony was just some guy who watched fighting films and them assumed he had all the skill he needed to make him a conditioned MMA fighter (pretty much the real-life story).
James asked what I was going to do at lunch time, and I said I was just not going to show up. I wasn't interested in retard-games.
I also mentioned my frustration at Brendon's group (the popular group) for siding with Anthony (Anthony seemed to know Bradley, who knew the rest of the group). James said "I actually like those guys."
I quickly responded with "They're fucking idiots," getting angry for the first time in this dream. Immediately, Bradley, who I noticed was sitting down behind me a few seconds earlier made a loud noise that sounded like "Hey!" as if to say I didn't realise he was here when I was talking about how much of an idiot he was being.
I interrupted that short, monosyllabic noise and said, agressively, "Yeah, I know [you're there]!"
I was immediately woken by my alarm.
Usually my emotions tend to get hyped up in dreams like this for all sorts of things mentioned there, but in this dream I felt strangely calm, with "rational" thought overpowering emotion.

Regarding the last dream I had, I was walking to catch my bus from the train station, thinking over that dream because I was in familiar territory. I didn't expect Anthony to actually be at the station, since he doesn't live here, but he was. He didn't seem that keen on talking to me. I should have asked him about his dreams, I'm spastic enough to just go and do that. I only saw him because I happened to leave TAFE early today because class was cancelled.
Another time today I was crossing the street in the city and told some friends that I hoped Andrew would show up to class now (he was late and the next class had been cancelled - it would be funny to see him turn up at the worst time possible) - and of course there he was crossing the road from the other side, right in front of me!
No fights today though, no Hayleigh, I did go past North Campus on the bus though (I don't usually catch the bus, either).

I had a dream where I had a bunch of friends over, except this wasn't my house we were at, it was some sort of facility. There were tiered stairs and we sat there watching Family Guy DVDs on a laptop, trying to cure our boredom. At some point I went off and looked out into a massive landscape from what was some sort of grey concrete balcony. My mother was there and she told me to take a look at the sky, because the clouds were "opening up" like we'd never seen them before, with large black empty spaces forming, surrounded by iron grey clouds. I assumed it was the end of the world, and heaven had opened up to take people, but it was so pitch black up there that I wondered if that was actually Hell collecting people. Suddenly I was re-assured when a concentrated sunbeam emerged from the pitch black, shining from the clouds to the Earth, moving over people - probably to "beam them up" like an alien space craft might.
As the light passed over me, I told it to wait, and said that I wanted to tell people - James - what had happened and that I was leaving.

Later on I dreamt that some people and I were outside some restaurant or something (it was night) and we were trying to get somewhere, but we couldn't touch the ground in this hallway because there were Fire Ants all over it, and the moment our feet touched it, they would converge on us. Despite this, a girl, who happened to be controlled by me in this part of the dream, jumped into the hallway and ran as fast as she/I could. We ran like crazy and reached the other end of the hall - which lead to outside again. A group of people watched me as I ran up to a small lake and dove in. I decided to stay in here for a while, becaues the Fire Ants had gathered around the entire like and were waiting for me to try to leave so they could attack me. The water in the lake got shallower until it was a mere metre-wide puddle, but still higher than my ankles, so the ants couldn't reach me.

Later on I may have been someone else, still dodging Fire Ants, but it was now day time and we were in some city-esque park. I can't remember much, but there was something about a demon cursing me and a bunch of people I was with who I didn't know. Eventually this demon took over an adult's body (he may have been a teacher for the younger people I was with) and used that person to say something in a croaky voice. I can't remember what he said anymore, but it probably had to do with being doomed or something emo like that.

Last night I had more dreams about being chased by insects. It could have been real life... I'm confused about this, but more confident that it was a dream: I was walking down past the last house on the corner to go to school during the day as I usually do, and thinking about weird things, as I usually do, and I started thinking about being stung by bees, and how swollen one's skin would look depending on how many bees stung them - for example, if they were attacked by a swarm.
In what I know was a dream, there was a swarm of bees that had been disturbed and was chasing people around a house. In the end a woman who eventually turned out to be Marge Simpson, lead the bees into a trap, which looked like a concrete coffin. The coffin was sealed with a wooden door and poison was sprayed into it, killing the bees.
This is the second night in a row that I've dreamt of being chased / a woman being chased by a swarm of insects.

Later on I dreamt that my dog Lucy was still alive, but she was in her dying days again, and was suffering tremendously. She was lying on the ground convulsing in pain as my father tried to calm her by massaging and probing her neck with his fingers, but it wasn't working very well. Can't remember much else... was probably too traumatizing. Dreams like this about Lucy have happened a few times.

These dreams seem very foreboding: A black heaven opening up, dreams about demons in the sky, dreams about insects and graves and the dead coming back to life only to die again... Can't you tell I'm worried, as silly as that sounds?

Two nightmare-induced lucid dreams


Tuesday night Wednesday morning - 21st-22nd October

Had a dream where I was driving in a car, went into a car park underground and smashed at ATM or something, which spilled coins everywhere. I collected heaps of fifty cent coins and put them in a bag. Alarms were going off so I got the fuck out of there. Got on a train and got busted by police. I was terrified I'd get convicted and sentenced to years in jail for the theft of coins! I opened the door of the train that was facing away from the station and was worried that I'd get hurt if I attempted to escape by jumping out of the train. Then I realised I was dreaming and wouldn't get hurt, so I leapt out of the train and flew like usual. I figured wondered what to do now, and decided I'd try to fly into space again, but after flying up maybe twenty metres into the air, I lost "power" and fell toward the ground. I managed to save myself and landed properly. I tried to fly again by leaping forward, risking landing flat on my face, but usually I was immediately launched into flight. Once, however, I did fail to fly and hurt my arm, able to feel the injury like it was real life. All this jumping around and flying was done on an empty green field outside Albion station.
After getting sick of flying, I decided to climb some fence and had reached the top when I saw the texture of the fence and stopped to admire the visual power of my brain. The pole at the top of this fence had so much detail, it was rusty and had bits of dirt on it and every precise detail that I wouldn't think to add in real life.
I climbed off the fence and wandered what elese to do. I decided to try teleporting by dream-spinning, and span around a few times - it was really easy, like I was gliding, unfortunately the environment remained the same, and then I woke up.


Last night - Thursday night Wednesday morning - 23rd - 24th October

Had a dream last night that I was at home and none of the lights weren't working. There were all these weird noises and my sister was urging me to call our parents. I called my parents on my mobile but the reception was extremely poor and I had difficulty telling my parents that we needed them to come home immediately.
As I was talking to them, something on the phone started to make creepy, disturbing noises so I couldn't hear what my parents were saying and was reluctant to stay on the phone. Things got really, really dark in the house so it was impossible to see. I had to rely on touch now. I hung up and waiting for something gnarly to happen. Something made me remember that I was actually supposed to be in bed. I think I temporarily felt myself in bed and then realised that I was in bed, and not actually standing up, with my calves leaning against one of the bed-legs - that sensation I knew was totally artificial, and so I must be dreaming. In my dream, it made sense, okay?
Anyway, now I wasn't afraid of anything. I walked out into the pitch black kitchen and verbally commanded the environment to light up by saying "light". It only came out as a croak or whisper, as my throat suddenly felt constricted, but it didn't matter how loud my command was, I smugly knew that if I could speak in the slightest, like a magician I could cast my spell and nothing could stop me. I felt this odd sense of power in being able to speak and knowing my nightmare was trying, and failing, to stop me.
Things slowly started to light up, but the room that lead to the back yard was still dark, and peering at it from here, I could see a massive, boulder-sized white skull or something ominous resembling a skull floating there in the darkness. I raised my hand and willed it to disappear, and it dematerialized into nothing. I decided then to practise summoning things, since I was lucid. I willed several human-sized skulls into existance, which just floated around in that dark room, then I felt myself waking up and the dream ended as I woke up in bed.


Friday night - Saturday Morning

I had a dream that I was walking around the city with friends like James and Markus, when we ran into Nicholas, who had switched genders and was now a girl - an extremely pretty one at that, too. It really was remarkable how attractive Nicholas was as a girl. Nicholas was also hanging out with Chris, Kyle and Michael from my Games class, which surprised us, because I didn't suspect at all that he'd know them, let alone hang around in the city with them and not us.
We all wandered around for a bit, then we went into some building in the city and sat down. It looked like a cafe or bar, except the windows had wooden shutters on them or something to block out the sunlight.
Now there was a huge group of us, family and friends, and we had organised ourselves to play Laser Skirmish in the outback. It would be me and all the people I know versus the people hosting the event and their staff. There were more of us, but they were experienced and knew the terrain well, so I suspected they were going to exploit us.
We were all given laser-guns, but they looked more plastic and toy-like. Mine happened to be this plastic-white colour, but it was an automatic weapon and I was quite pleased about that.
The first game began, and all of my team rushed forward into this shack-esque base that the enemy was hiding in. Suddenly they disappeared and I suspected they were using a tunnel to ambush us all from behind, so while my team-mates rushed their base I turned around and waited for them to surface. They surfaced in groups of twos, which made them easy to fire at as they popped up from under cover. I fired a couple of clips worth of automatic fire at them, which alerted the rest of my team to the threat. There were too many of them now, so I bolted, dodging enemy fire and leapt into some shallow, square trench with cardboard walls, landing in a prone position. I did this a few times in an attempt to fall back, while firing back at the enemy as well.
We managed to win that first game, and now the second game was about to begin. This game started off in a suburban setting that I was unfamiliar with, but being familiar with the game, I lead my team into this house. We split up and I was now only with two other people, but I made sure that we acted as a single unit and watched all sides, so we couldn't be ambushed. We ended up walking into the backyard, I watched the left and front, while a team-mate watched the right and front, and the third team-mate watched the back of us. We walked into the middle of the back yard. I temporarily looked to the right instead of watching my side and caught sight of a lizard-creature on the fence which we determined was an enemy.
We backed up toward the house as this two-headed, smaller-than-a-Jack-Russel-sized lizard rushed at us. I fired at it and managed to hit it with the first burst of bullets. More two-headed lizards came at us with incredible speed, but I had super reflexes and accuracy with this gun. Or perhaps the gun had the accuracy, because the gun had no scope or sights, yet I was able to hit the lizards every time effortlessly. I actually stopped to look at my gun and wonder how I was so accurate without even using sights.

Later on I found myself showering, and I noticed my foreskin was sagging, and was wondering what the hell was wrong, then a massive chunk of reddish-white meat fell out of my penis and disappeared down the drain, and my foreskin returned to a reasonable size and level of elasticity.

Friday night I dreamt that there was a mass-evacuation in my city. It was probably caused by something typical of me to imagine, like a zombie outbreak, but there were no indications that that was the cause besides my own reasoning in the dream. I was with James and we were in some sort of park I'd never seen before.

We didn't know what was happening or where to go, so we followed the convoy of cars leaving by foot, hoping we'd be lead to safety.

Suddenly we were in my house and there were twenty-five or so angry people swarming over these barricades at the front door, with weapons like machetes and bats.

My dad, some other people and myself were behind the front door, trying to hold the barricades. I told my dad that as soon as they broke through, he should drop everything and just focus on one-hitting as many people as possible to cut their numbers down, while the rest of us acted as distractions. My dad said he was going to do that anyway and I felt a bit dumb for suggesting it in the first place.
We heard a car pull up in the front yard and it was apparently someone we knew. I think it was my mother. The barricades and mob of people disappeared and we went outside. There was a silhouette that I thought might have been a person, but wasn't sure - then my dad chased it and it turned out to be some bearded russian-looking person. My father asked him what he was doing here, but I can't remember what the man said in response. Whatever he said, my dad seemed satisfied and let him go. My mother and everyone else entered the house.

Later on I realised that Leo, the Jack Russel, was left in the front yard to bark if anyone approached, but he was a small dog and I was worried about him, so I took him inside. He started to shake his head from side to side in the living room, as if saying "no" over and over again. He started shaking his head from side to side faster and more violently, until he started yelping in agony and falling into a full-blown seizure.
I didn't know what to do so I tried to call for help, then I felt an unbelievably sinister presence, and concluded immediately that there were demonic forces in this room, posessing my dog.

I woke up and was scared out of my wits for about half an hour...


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Last night I dreamt I was at some party and me and a couple of people were out-doors. It was daytime and we were sitting out the front of some old, stoney mansion-esque building. There was a short stone fence that some of us sat on too. I wasn't friends with the people I was with, and they were talking about doing illegal things like drugs and petty theft. I saw this policewoman approaching (assuming she came to investigate the party with other cops) and warned the people I was with. They stopped talking about whatever they were talking about just in time and the police woman came over and asked who had said something about her (she had heard what I said but didn't realise it was me who had said it) she was about to blame some other person when I told her I'd said it. She asked why and I said something smart like "just incase we said something incriminating while you were sneaking around".
She took a lot of offence to this and said she had video footage of some other time I had been caught doing something illegal. She produced this video camera which showed me sneaking around inside vents with this deranged expression on my face. I looked like a total retard in this video, but I wasn't embarassed like the police woman had hoped. Eventually the video ended and after seeing I wasn't bothered, she said she'd play it again for those who had missed it.
Not interested in being this woman's play-thing, I walked off down the road and saw that the road I was on was on a cliff that overlooked a massive lake and several large, green hills. The sun was setting now. This sudden change of scenery made me wish I was in a lucid dream so I could have just teleported to somewhere cool and had some adventure.

It was now dark, and I was at some sort of ranch in the country. I was some guy who wasn't me, and was with some other person. We had flashlights and apparently there was a crisis going on. Either zombies or Necrons had come to Earth and were pwning the shit out of everything. We searched the ranch and found one or two of those massive de-materializer guns that Necron Warriors use. I told my mate to watch out for any green lights in the darkness, and to fire upon them immediately. Both we and our enemies would be easily visible in the darkness from the green glow of our high-powered weapons.

We decided to leave - I think we stole a van or something. We were riding down the dark, empty country roads when we ran into more people. Some I knew, some I didn't, but we offered them to join us using a safety-in-numbers strategy. Now we were all crammed into this van with supplies and weapons. We ended up being stopped by some guy in a car.
After trying to get him to join us, he started acting aggressive. I anticipated he would try to shoot me or attack me with a hidden weapon, so as soon as he reached behind him, I raised by de-materializer-gun-thing and told him there was no hope for him if he was going to shoot me. Now all my friends had their guns trained on him too. I ordered them to shoot him, and before he could react, several bullets had flown through him. I finished him off by shooting him in the face with my gun, which vapourized him.
I then got all of us to search his car for supplies. We found heaps of shit, boxes and bags full of rations. I also found a bottle of wine or port which I kept on me from that point on. Another car was approaching us, so I urged everyone else to hurry up and load the supplies into our van so we could get out of here.

We got most of the supplies loaded and drove off. It was getting to daylight now, and as we were driving, we noticed other people had formed their own little gangs too. When we drove past, another van stopped and five or so guys that looked like Columbian gangsters got out and just stared at us. People asked why everyone was acting so aggressive, and I said it was because we were in a crisis - the government had temporarily lost control and civilians had banded together, some good, some bad and some desperate and confused.

Last night's dream...

I was sitting on some cliff with James and Mitchell that was overlooking a beach with very large waves. James and Mitchell were complaining that this beach had no waves, so I told them to look behind them at the beach, which was full of large, violent, continuous waves.

Mitchell asked me why I wasn't swimming in them then, and I said that the waves were too chaotic right now and I'd probably drown. I told James and Mitchell that the waves were taller than me if I was standing on top of the water to begin with, so swimming in the water in the shallow areas, let alone further out, would mean the waves would be constantly flowing over my head and thrashing me about.

We moved closer to the edge of the cliff and after a while watching the beach and the people below, a massive wave, ten or so metres tall, crashed into the edge of the cliff and flowed over, the force of the water flowing back into the sea dragged us down off the cliff and onto the beach. It was actually quite fun.
We were on the beach now, and knowing the waves could easily swallow us up here, we ran for these stairs that lead to higher ground. Behind us, waves crashed and smashed against things, and consumed all the other people on the beach. I ran to the stairs and just made it, though James and Mitchell got splashed a bit and I think their ankles were soaked.

I had some dream about Nicholas as well; we were in some cabin or something on a holiday. Can't remember that much, but I offered Nicholas a Baneblade Tank to drive around.

Later on Mitchell, James, Nicholas and I were walking around some place similar to the Melbourne Showgrounds, and we discovered some unpiloted tanks and such. I wanted to give Nicholas this Baneblade that was empty, but James ended up taking it instead, I think.

You're dream journal is written in such great detail. You should be proud. :]

I've had too dreams in a row where members of my family have been in serious danger or killed.

The night before I dreamt that the family had gone to some large playground, park or themepark. I don't exactly know what to call it, but there were trees and plantlife, a lake, lots of people around, and I think boats or canoes. I remember my father transforming into a black duck so that he could swim in the water, when my sister (as a joke) threw a rock at him, which hit him in the head, crushing his (the duck's) head and neck.

I realised that just like that, my sister had accidentally killed my father. It was one of the worst freak-outs I've ever had in a dream; the "reality" of death hit me dramatically and I of course contemplated all the things my father still needed to be alive to do (haha, generally everything) to hold the family together.

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Last night I had another dream where I was in the car with my father and he said he was driving to the gym, where he does Brazilian Juijitsu. I remembered last night's dream in this dream and concluded that it was a warning that my father would break his neck while wrestling against some opponent. I told him about the dream and warned him to be careful, not entirely believing it would happen, but being cautious nonetheless.

All this time we were driving down my grandparents' street, and before reaching the end of it, my father spotted my grandfather walking their deceased dog, Hercules, who was alive in this dream (just to clarify incase you thought he was dragging the dog's corpse around with the leash or something). He suggested I go and walk with him back to my grandparents house, so I got out of the car and greeted him. My dad drove off and my grandfather and I walked the dog further away from the house.

It was night time, and then we noticed some guy in a pink/purple car driving up against the gutter with enough force to make his car bounce off the ground on impact, either that or he had some gnarly hydraulics (I think it was a bit of both). The guy inside looked Eastern European and was wearing a fluoro shirt, and generally looked like and was acting like a dickhead, so I quietly suggested to my grandfather that we start making our way back home.

As we did that, the car pulled up right next to us, and an additional three people appeared out of it. They looked around my age, just like the real thing, and were laughing and jeering at my grandfather and me. I got really worried now, because I anticipated this was going to lead to a severe gang-bashing, but I couldn't leave my grandfather behind by running. I told my grandfather to go home and get help. I already had my phone out and had called 000, but I had to look at the phone and dialled really slowly, so by the time I'd called them, one of the guys was about a metre from me. I backed away into someone's driveway as he followed me, and two others closed in on my grandfather.

Someone said something about how all these guys except one prefer to fight with speed over power, which made me even more concerned that fighting them was less than a last resort. Nonetheless, I decided to surprise the guy who had followed me into the driveway, and lunged at him as he moved toward me, punching him in the face. I punched him again with my left hand, then again with my right before closing in and elbowing the guy in the face. My arms moved quickly, not like in those other dreams where you feel really weak when trying to run or hit - but I couldn't feel the true impact of my attacks, and the guy I was hitting wasn't getting hurt, just stunned so he couldn't attack back.
After the elbow, I panicked and didn't follow up with any further attacks because I thought I wasn't hurting him and he was just letting me hit him to emphasise how futile resistance was, so then he hit me in the stomach, which felt like being tickled, only creeping me out even more. I backed into some bus and then something happened.

My view switched and I saw heaps of flying Attack Drones from the game Dawn of War coming to my assistance. A couple of Tau aircraft from the same game appeared and fighting broke out between them and some game-units the guys attacking us had. The scenery changed to Sunshine Station, still night-time. My hordes of drones seemed to outnumber the enemy, so victory was assured.

I then noticed my grandfather hadn't moved from when the two guys had closed in on him. I knew he was a little demented, but not this demented! Anyway, for some reason I had become one of the aircraft, and decided to fire these missiles at my grandfather, which left his cotton jumper burning with blue flames. I patted the flames out after this and he was okay and without burns after a quick inspection.

Another epic lucid dream, this time from a false awakening.


I was at some school thing, and an old classmate Ben was there. People were giving him shit just like in real life and someone dared anyone to stick up for him - but the entire school disliked him and wanted to see him ridiculed. Pissed off, walked to the front of the crowd to be Dimitri at all the people harassing Ben, but by the time I got there, the main perpetrators had been send away by teachers.

I wandered around a bit, and then we were at some kind of school formal. For some reason I was commanding Chaos Marine stuff to defend my "territory" and things got pretty epic, with zombies and such trying to kill my dudes.

After the Warhammer incident, I wandered around talking to people and being hip. Then I needed to go to the toilet.

Went to the toilet and pee'd. For some really stupid reason, I thought it would be cool to put my pants on and pee.

After a while I realised something was wrong and that I was pissing on myself, and my grey tracksuit pants were soaked.

I was at my formal and I had pissed my pants - very - obviously. And there was no other pants I could change into, nor could I leave the cubicle looking like this.

I panicked and took them off, cursing my stupidity again and again.

Was wearing Siobhan's socks.. as underwear. They were also wet with urine at the bottom

After panicking a bit I thought to myself that this is the kind of stupid thing I would have done in a dream to turn it into a nightmare. And hang on...

Behold! I'm just dreaming! Everything's going to be fine!

I opened the toilet door (which resembled my grandmother's toilet) And the dream ends just when all the cool stuff is about to happen.



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I'm in bed, and it really feels like I've woken up.

It's dark, but there's morning light outside

I'm disappointed that I woke up right after realising I was dreaming, but decide to give reality checking a shot to see if this is a false awakening.

I look at my hands and expect lasers or something to come out like another time.

My hands look normal and I almost think I'm awake, then they move on their own and form a seven-fingered hand. Some of the fingers look like they'd been splitting into two fingers or are trying to re-merge, because they're slowly drifting away or toward each other on my hand.

Now that I'm lucid, the dream changes.

A corner of the room generates a glowing ball of light that dimly illuminates the rest of my room. The light is golden and it makes the rest of my room look all golden and warm from the light. I also see metallic objects (like a paper note stuck to the wall or something) now looking like a sheet of gold with inscriptions on it.

I concentrate on lighting the room further with my mind. It sort of goes darker.

Releasing I haven't spoken yet to stabilize the dream like I do, I verbally command the room to become lighter by saying "lights!"

The room lights up to a quality I'm satisfied with, and I decide to leave and have some fun. I go to my door and try to walk through it.

Naturally, I bump against the door and can't move through it. Slowly, I press my face against the door and it begins to push through it like it was mud.

Eventually my face-half emerges on the other side, and though my vision is obscure to like... a semi-circle shape, I can see my mother.

I try to move through the door a little further, but the bits of the door that moved outward to allow my face through are like strong elastic bands.

I greet my mother and she casually says 'hi", then I pull my face out of the door and, while looking at my mother through the hole my face has made in the door, swing my bedroom door open and continue to keep my visual focus on my mother, because I suspect as a dream character she'd randomly disappear if I lost sight of her.

I walk past my mother and out of the kitchen, into the front living room where the windows are blocked by two internal roller-shutters. I try to violently lift them up and start punching them, but it's as if my strength is still that of my waking form.

I keep telling myself that I'm dreaming, and I can use as much strength as I want - be as powerful as I want, and make anything bend to my will, but it doesn't help much.

Eventually I heave the battered roller-shutters over my shoulders and lean toward the now exposed window. I consider just walking through them, but the gap is small because of the external half-closed roller-shutter on the outside, and after failing at the door, I wasn't too game to be wasting my lucid dream like this.

I started to smash the glass panes and frames of the window without doing any damage to myself. There were shards of glass and snapped frame sticking out of the window sill, so I broke those bits off so I wouldn't hurt myself or snag myself while climbing out.

Now I slid out of the gap of destruction I'd made and was floating a bit off the ground in my back yard.
At this moment I wondered if there were any lucid dreaming tasks to complete on the dreamviews lucid dream forum. I remembered one about capturing a duck by any means possible. I fugired that was last month's task, and wondered about this month... thought about doing something intangible, but couldn't remember what, or if it was even a task.

I slowly and freely flew to the end of my backyard, and then flew a bit higher around my driveway. I floated back to the ground and landed on my feet, sort of against my will (I was thinking about why I wasn't having any difficulty flying and then I started to drift down >.<)

I looked at the sky and contemplated trying to fly into space again, but decided against in, because my many attempts to do so nearly always ended in the dream ending. Though that one time when I met the Angel/Moon, was pretty epic...

I walked onto the road and wondered if I should start a storm, because the sky was looking pretty cloudy. For whatever reason, I didn't and instead decided to just walk down the road and see what interesting things I could find around the corner.

I looked behind me and saw a little boy that resembled James's youngest brother standing outside my house. Immediately I wanted to make him explode for the lulz, so I pointed an arm at him and tried to make him explode.

It didn't work, so I flicked my arm upward and he levitated into the air (this was sort of an accident). Discovering I could move him around with my mind, I swung my arm downward and tried to get him to slam against the ground. Instead he flew violently in a horizontal, linear direction. I swung by arm again and he flew backward (again, horizontally).

Somehow - rather subtley - he transformed into a massive passenger plane. that hung only metres above my house. Despite the change, I still decided to just muck around by making the plane spin and fly around like it was an inflated balloon. Eventually it hit the ground nose first but didn't explode. I wanted it to explode, so when it tilted over, pivoting off its nose, it slammed against the front yard and road of my house and exploded in an amazing visual and aural display.

I looked up at a power-pole to my right and a crow that was on fire flew down from its nest it had built up there and asked me "why are you doing all these horrible things?"

I felt sympathetic toward the crow because it was on fire, so I raised my arm into the air and tried to conjour water to spray at it. Instead the crow just vanished.

I turned around and walked to the end of the road, where I approached a corner. I was bored, so I willed some random people to be there.

There were a few people I didn't know, and Jackie Chan (who at the time I remembered had shown up in some non-lucid dreams ages ago). I selected Jackie to accompany me during my lucid journey, and he complied.

I think the other people followed us too.

We were beside the railway of my house and it was daytime. Since I had Jackie and his gang with me, I wanted to go and lucid-combat some n00bs. I looked down the end of the road and saw some Fully Sicks, so I said to Jackie "let's bash them!" He reluctantly agreed and both groups headed toward each other.

When they were closer, the Fully Sicks looked more like a stereotypical mafia, but because it was a dream, I had no problem with going up to the biggest, fattest bastard and punching him in the solar plexus. In the same movement, I hit him a few more times and he stumbled backward. He wasn't seriously hurt though, and that bothered me, because I was willing my strength to reach inhuman levels purely to make beating people up more awesome. Obviously the superstrength wasn't present.

I realised I'd have to fight dirty and tried to kick the guy I was fighting in the knee-cap, and just before I made contact, the dream de-stabilized.

Almost immediately I was back, but the whole area was empty.

I lookED around for Jackie, but he was gone.

I continued to walk forward and a very long trainstation and platform appeared in front of me.

I was now walking along the platform and it was night.

I had a white sock in my hand from nowhere and was trying to make it fly by throwing it up into the air and getting it to stay there.

It didn't work, and I had to catch it as it fell, so instad of throwing it, I just held it in my open palm and focused on it slowly floating upward. It worked, but I was annoyed at the limitations of this lucid dream.

I walked further down the platform and saw my mother and sister in a shop. I flung my white sock at them (it missed) and continued walking.

At some point I either summoned or encountered some huge rocky humanoid creature. Sort of like that rock guy from Fantastic 4, only brown and its surface wasn't rough, but smooth rock.

While I walked around, I could hear my mother and my sister's voices talking loudly - I assumed I could hear them in real life, where they would be talking loudly outside my room.

I continued to walk until I reached the end of the platform.

It was darker outside the lit platform, and I could see rails everywhere in an empty trainyard, where unused trains quietly rested.

I wondered what to do now, and realised I was in a train station - I was always at a train station! I decided to find out why so many of my dreams featured train stations.

Out loud, I asked myself "Why are there always train stations in my dreams?"
Then I realised I could try to summon a dream guide to answer these questions. I yelled out "I want to see my dream guide."

Suddenly I tilted sideways and was dragged, floating, off the side of the platform and onto the rails below.

Next to the rails was a car park, so I decided to look there for my dream guide.

I came across a car with its lights on and could see someone in there. I went to the front passenger door and looked in to see who it was.

It was some man I'd never seen before, and I didn't really like the look of him. He looked like a stuck-up asshole and had no air of friendliness about him.

I thought his odd character and appearance meant something, so I reluctantly asked my question.

"Are you my dream guide?"

He said something I'd never heard myself on anyone say before. I can't remember the exact quote, despite trying to remember it in my dream to take back into waking life. It was something like:

"I am the master of the Grand race".

I immediately thought he was talking about racing cars("grand prix"), but interpreted his sentence as a metaphor for being someone "masterful" to lead me through the "race" or "journey" of my dream.

I asked him "Why do I always dream about train stations". He said that he'd show me, so I got into his car and he started to drive.

We drove out of the train station and were in Sunshine where the Senior Campus College is. He drove onto the bridge and was about to collide with a truck in front of us, but the car we were in shifted in space and time. The car compressed itself to about the width of a cookie jar and darted foward, squeezing past the truck.

My driver kept doing this, and we're flash and dark over this bridge at lightning speed - it's possibly the fastest I've ever travelled in dreams. Moving and teleporting is something I have trouble with, and this guy was doing both at the same time, at high speeds and with frequency.

We got the Y intersection of the bridge and he took the left turn onto the main road that went through the shops in Sunshine. The dream then ended.