Thread: Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

I'm with my mom, and she asks if I want to go to New York City. I think about this for a while, weighing out my options. I don't think I would like New York City. I explain how I had the option to go last summer but didn't go because I thought the buildings would be too big, and instead settled for Ithaca. There was some fancy hotel room we had reservations at, and I finally agreed to go.

As soon as I agreed to go, I find myself soaring over the city and landing on the ground. The buildings were huge, and I didn't really think much of the fact that I had just been flying.

I am in a huge elevator that seems to be skyrocketing to the 500th floor of a sort of neon-purple-glowing-mauve-blood red-creepy building. Skyscraper, if you will.

There were all of these odd chain linked fence bridges connected to each other that were some strange metallic substance I've never seen before. They were electronic and I didn't trust them. I lost my mom somewhere, and ended up going to the roof of one of these buildings. I was standing there looking over the city when the fear hit me. Utter panic, really. I didn't want to be on this building, I didn't want to be in this city. I turned around and instead of being so high up in the clouds, I was a little bit closer to the ground. There was a lake beneath the building, the sky was blue, there were people in sail boats, and across the lake was a meadow with sparsely put trees dotted next to patches of flowers. I turned around again and saw the vast expanse of a desolate city. The thought occurred to me that it should be on fire, but it never did catch....

I descended down the building and onto the street. There was no sign of the lake. Instead, my grandmother was there and asked if I wanted to see a cave. I said I wasn't sure, but looking up I felt as if I was being suffocated by the sheer volume of the buildings that surrounded me. I felt as if they could come crashing down on me any moment.

In a car, no wheels - more of a hover craft, if you will. The cave was non-existent. We instead were faced with a place in the woods that a bunch of crips had seemed to enjoy partying at. Budweiser everywhere. I made a mental note that crips enjoy Budweiser. I'm by myself now.

I am driving the hovercraft, but not really paying attention to where I'm going. Before I know it I'm back in the city and back at the huge skyscraper that had haunted me for the entire duration of the dream.

I'm on the roof again. I'm facing the city.

A moment of lucidity hits me and I assess the situation. In real life I am, to say the least, terrified of cliff edges, or being at the edge of a roof. This was by far the highest I'd ever been, it was monstrous.

In my moment of lucidity, I decided to face my fear. I spread my arms out and let myself fall off the top of the building. I could feel the wind hitting my face and propelled myself into a soar over the city.

As I flew, I made the buildings disappear. As I flew over them, they ceased to be buildings, but instead sank into the ground and were covered in streams, rivers, forests, grass and flowers. Mostly sunflowers.

I'm in some house. They call it "the mansion" although it really isn't all that big. There's a baby in the corner, it's mother is rocking it to sleep. There's a house across the way, apparently I own it. I'm not too concerned with it.

I take a walk across the drive way and there are these two rockabilly looking guys in an old convertible. They're sitting there drinking Budweiser and tossing the cans outside. They say that they need to speak to us about the house and follow me back inside.

They want the deeds to the house, and I'm not going to give it up without a fight. One of them takes a slender sword and pokes out my eye. The eye rolls underneath one of the walls. I walk to the wall and peel it up, I see my eye sitting there amongst many other strange things. There are several dead cows and horses rotting in the walls.

My eye has already grown back and I don't know what I'm going to do with the other eye, but I figure I may as well hang onto it for good measure.

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Another dream
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I'm on the beach with Ly. She's standing on the sand with a buzzer in her hand asking me to shave her head. I do. She says she feels so free with no hair on her head. I say I miss the way it feels when your head is shaved, the way it's so soft and the way it feels to rub it against things. She asks if I want my head shaved. I think about it and say that I'd much rather just have a mohawk.

She shaves my hair into a chelsea hawk, and I'm initially very happy about it. I meet an old friend at the beach, and he says that there's a big party that we have to go to on a different beach. I leave Ly with her shaved head, staring at the sea.

We get to another beach, and there's a huge fire pit. It's so huge that it's more like a crater, like a meteor hit it and there's glowing hot fire encompassing everything. It's a deep hole, and there are little holes around it that you can barely see, but if you fall in you'll surely burn to death.

There's a group of people all drinking some fancy pink drink. They want me to drink it, and they hand me the cup and start chanting. I drink it and immediately start feeling funny. I can see all the dimensions of... everything. There are patterns crawling up my legs, and it's just... madness.

I go to explain what's happening to my mother, at her house. She's not very receptive and doesn't want to hear about it. There's a knock on the door and it's Summer. She wants us to go to the bars since I'm 21 now, and she's amazed that I've never heard of some bar that makes good bloody marys. I say I've never had a bloody mary and this seems to make her angry.

We end up at a huge Costco type place, except it's more of a bazaar/underground warehouse. I picked up a few skirts that I really liked.

Later....

I am going to go meet some friends and am wondering how I should arrive. I realize I'm dreaming, and thinking for a moment about what I'm going to do decide that I want to create a creature and ride around on it.

I start with the legs and make them really long, like a dali elephant. I can't get rid of the zebra stripes on it though, even though I want to change the color I figure I won't stress myself out too much, and it can have zebra stripes. I make a huge body that rises up into the clouds, give it tusks and horns. I conjure a paint brush. I don't need paints because whatever I decide to do, I know that the paint brush will be receptive to my thoughts.

We rode around in the sky and it was beautiful.

I'm with some woman whom I've never met before - she's a dream character. She seems to be in her mid-thirties and looks like she's an office worker or something. We're talking in an apartment about how we should leave the country. Her husband buys us two tickets to New York where we'll then transfer to England. I say that I've been to England and I'd much rather go somewhere I've never been before. They discuss it and say they'll surprise me.

We set off to catch our plane... this involved running around a football field and swooping and diving in and out of strange residential neighborhoods. She kept offering shortcuts and I kept reiterating that I'd done this a million times and knew where I was going.

Next thing I know we're in New York ready to switch planes, but we have to check into a hotel room first. I end up staying at a Disney hotel, but it was really just a box with no bed. I sat in the corner for a moment and eaves dropped on some people who were discussing the fact that this place sucks and has no pool.

Next, I'm getting onto the plane...

Next thing I know, I'm in some third world country in Asia. There is a war here and there are thousands of people dying everywhere. I walk to the ocean, and the water is read with blood.... there are a hundred or so monks walking straight into the ocean where they are instantly slaughtered and just lay there in the water, floating and spewing blood out of their bodies.

I'm walking in a daze, I want to help people but I can't even tell who's attacking them. It seems there are invisible monsters with guns lurking in the shadows.

Mounds of bodies, blood flowing through the streets....

Yeah, dream last night was a little demented. Lots of dead monks.

RIP Monks

I'm driving down the highway in a car. It's a windy, treacherous highway with overtones of extreme personal danger. To the right of me is a jagged cliff edge, beyond it the ocean is roaring and hissing and sputtering in my general direction.

I end up at a small-ish house nestled on a cliff. I ventured into the house and realized I was holding a bag of some sort of sand substance.

There was an elderly woman there who said that I must empty the contents into the pool upstairs and that it was magic.

The stairs went on forever. This was a very small narrow house, but the stairs seemed to be climbing on and on into forever.

Eventually I reached the top floor. There were hanging scarves, beads, and all sorts of things clouding my vision and enveloping the entire area of the room. There was a rickety old bridge made of wood in the middle of the room that crossed over to a stone pool by a window. I poured out the contents into the pool and a mermaid began to form. I could watch all of her atoms cling together and grow. I had to throw her out of the window and set her free, so I did.

I got back in the car and ended up at this creepy gas station I always stop at when I'm heading to Portland. It's the kind of place in the middle of the woods where you never actually would want to stop but always end up having to go pee right as you start to get near to that godforsaken place.

Anyway, the gas station attendant asked if I was moving into the area and I said I wasn't so sure anymore. Liz and Dookie were in there and they got into the car with me. We continued on along the cliff edges until we reached a very small village.

I got to a place that was a small house looking place... There was a white and blue sign on the building that said "Dream Forum"....

I walked inside and saw my friend Dave. There were a lot of people in there typing on keyboards in rows, but there were no computer screens - just key boards. Everyone kept talking to me about dreams and such, and it wasn't long 'til I realized I was dreaming.

"I think I'm forgetting something," I said, turning to Dave.
"Oh yeah," he said, "you were telling me you had something to do."
"Hmmm," I pondered. "I forget what it was."
"I recall something about rainbows."
"Oh yeah," I said. I looked outside and saw that it wasn't stormy anymore, and the sun was shining. I traced my finger across the sky and saw a rainbow appear. I leapt up into the air and straight onto the rainbow where I slid down the end. The end of the rainbow was spilling into a pool, and it was a watery substance. I took a sip and it was like sugar water. I began to call it "life water" because it was just like magical water or something that tasted really sweet.... That's about it.

So, I had a ton of dreams about my nipples hurting. I was in some really nice field lounging on a lawn chair, and they kept hurting really bad. All my dreams centered around my nipples being in pain and that's as much as I'm going to elaborate. I got them pierced yesterday and it hurts, it's all I can think/dream about I guess. Ow.

I almost felt sorry for you, until I realized you got your nipples pierced.

I'm on a weird airplane contraption but I can't steer it, and I'm really just being dangled from the bottom of this airplane. I'm asked if I would like to go fly over the ocean for a bit, and then the subject is brought up how one time I went out over the ocean and was terrified by all the government ships that are really big. I didn't recall these ships so went out anyway.

Once I was out there there were thousands of huge ships like sky scrapers, shooting at each other. It all looked very British and I thought for a moment that I must be in England.

The terror was hard to deal with, and self composure soon became very hard to maintain. I kept getting almost shot out of my seat and there was a friendly boat nearby that wouldn't take me on board.

I decided to get a large blue mohawk, even though I've been growing my hair out. I was, at first, doubtful, but then realized how awesome mohawks are.

I needed to travel to Arizona. I'm not precisely sure why, but it was definitely Arizona that I needed to go to. I ended up travelling in a large caravan of people, many circus folks and gypsys.

There was a large feast, and everyone was taking food from a huge table and going to eat it in this vast field, trees were sparsely placed here and there. I wasn't hungry, and instead walked slowly through the vast crowd of happy and hungry people.

I saw my friend Lion. He also donned a mohawk except that his was green. We ran to each other and hugged. My friend who was dressed as a pirate told us to stop because they wanted to take a picture. We held the hug and kept looking uncomfortably towards the camera.

Later I saw the pictures and we wore the angriest faces I've ever seen.

I'm with Liz, we're on a path walking through the woods. We begin talking about how we should go traveling together and decide that we'll go to North Korea together. We continue on down the path, and come across some creepy restaurant. We stayed for a while and ate a lot of food before moving along.

After some time we arrived to a waterfall where there were two soldiers standing, waiting to greet us. They were holding huge spears and asked for our identification. I reached into my bag and found there were hundreds of little ID's with different people on them. I was scrambling to find someone who looked like me, and someone that looked like Liz. The odd thing about the ID's were that they were little black rectangles with holographic pictures attached to them. Finally I found two that seemed they would work. The two men took a good look at them, took one last look at us and flung themselves far down the waterfall. Liz and I looked at each other and continued to climb down.

We emerged into a small village where people were milling about. We ducked into a hotel which we decided to stay at, and sat on the stairs with a bunch of mirrors reflecting us. A lot of people came and walked past us giving us stern unwelcoming looks.

At one point, and this is terrible... probably one of the most scarring things that has happened to me in a dream. A girl came up to me and ripped my shirt off and started tugging on my... nipple barbells... and it was horrifying and I was really upset and I had to fight her. I kicked her in the face and Liz and I ended up getting away.

We decided to go to a town that was further north. We got there after taking a weird golf cart contraption with leather interior. It was a bumpy ride. I don't recall the driver, but it was like one of those rides at an amusement park where you're spinning really fast and one of the people riding gets crushed along the edge and the other person is stuck to continue crushing them, except I was backwards and terrified of falling out.

So. We make it to the northern town in North Korea. This town was even odder than the one that we had previously been in. Everyone was milling about, a lot of them faceless and no one was making a noise. We ducked into a little shop/shopping square type area. There were lots of angry beggars and people who were completely unhappy. The roofs were all red and it was small and people were angry and scared and didn't want us there.

I suggested we hop over to Scotland, so we did for a few minutes. Then we walked back to Korea. You know, 'cos it just works that way.

Anyway, we decided to go back down South a bit. We ran into my good friend Frody who told us he just moved to Bangkok and we should come stay with him. He said that we could either fly or take a motor boat. He got excited as he talked about the motor boat making it sound like a really fun idea. He left us there.

We climbed back up the waterfall and stumbled through the woods a bit until we came to a spot where there was a man standing, announcing in an endless stream. There was... I forget the name of what it is. You know those rides at amusement parks... they're like sky rails or something, they go over the entire amusement park...

Well - those were there. The man was announcing "Korea to Bangkok, our all new sky rail... Step right up and take a ride, you'll be there in no time!"
It was at this moment that our eyes caught the attention of a black one with darth vader sitting inside.
"Yes kids, that is the one and only Darth Vader! Now, some people say that that one's a bad omen, and our dear friend Darth never gets out of there except for the many times that cursed cart has fallen to the ground...."

We rode the sky rail thing and ended up in Bangkok. When we got there it was very dark, very late at night. I had my dog with me, this was the first time she joined me in this dream. She was very happy to see me and was wagging her tail excitedly.

Liz and I continued our walk down a dark residential alley. There were homes and apartment building spattered here and there, all crammed dangerously close together.

Somehow, Daisy (the big black dog) came off her leash and started romping wildly around the streets. I kept calling her name and she kept darting in front of cars, buses, tuk-tuks, and emerging out of strange holes I had never noticed before.

We passed a pink house that Frody was in front of. "Better get a hold of your dog," he said coldly. I hurried past. Liz and I seemed to be looking for our house, which, apparently we had one or were planning on buying one. She kept stopping in front of places that said "for sale." Finally, I came to an apartment complex and Daisy was sitting there, I put her leash on her.


End.

Your dreams just trip me out. That's funny that you have your nipple peircings on in dreams. I rarely have glasses on, though I sometimes I dream I am wearing the clothes I fell asleep in. It probably has something to do with the pain that pervaded your dreams when you first got them pierced.

I like that avatar. Is that Tank Girl?

Yeah, the avatar is tank girl, haha.

Yeah it's really weird that I have the piercings in my dreams!! I have other piercings and I don't dream about having them. I never dream about my septum piercing... Also, sometimes in my dreams I'll have my tattoos and other times I won't. Sometimes I'll have my natural hair color, sometimes my hair is blue, sometimes my hair is blonde... my appearance is usually changing, but since I got these new piercings they're consistently there.....

Which leads me to... Dream!

I'm walking down an empty street, it's in the city. I think it's New York. The thought passes that it could be San Francisco but then I decide that the buildings just aren't colorful enough.

I come to this strange spot. It's like a grassy clearing on the edge of the city that is kind of overlooking a lot of the bigger buildings. Some people are coming to me and asking if I've ever been to the pink house. I think, and I've definitely been to a pink house in Santa Cruz, but I'm not in Santa Cruz and these people have never even heard of the place. In the distance I see a large pink building with a bunch of murals and designs all over the place. I point and ask if that is the place. It is.

Apparently I've been there many times and I used to hang out there and am seen smoking pot there all the time. I explain that I don't smoke pot anymore, but these people don't seem to believe me. They are convinced that I am this girl I've seen before....

I approach the pink house after a long time of winding in and out of streets trying to find the house that I'd seen off in the distance. I kind of remember a long face painted on the side of the house, a long face with a very long neck. Upon entering, I am not surprised to see a bunch of degenerates hanging around on dingy couches doing drugs and smoking pot. I'm greeted by a very clean cut, business-like woman with short black hair and business-like attire.

She invites me into the next room. The next room is completely different than the one I had just left. Everything is white. It had just been night time, but in this room the sun is shining through the windows. The place is kind of eerie though.

My body needs to die, she tells me. They can preserve my mind and implant it into a new body, but my body as I know it is going bad and it needs to die. I fight this. I love my body and I don't want it to change. She tells me that is infected and we need to kill it, only after taking my mind out of my body. She says they can make an exact replica of my body... I know it won't be my same body and don't want this.

I make a mad dash to the next room, but all the people who I'd earlier perceived as dead beats are now standing at attention ready to jump on me. I know that I can get away, so I make a mad dash down the stairs and into the street.

Okay, this is where it kind of gets weird.

I jump into a car, a big black one. Biggie Smalls is driving. He's smoking a big cigar and is yelling about the crazy mother fuckers upstairs and how we need to get the fuck outta this town. I agree. Those bastards wanted to kill my body and steal my mind!

That's about it. I just found it funny that Biggie Smalls was in there somewhere.

I'm friends with this guy. He's not a friend of mine in real life. Anyway. We've been hanging out a lot lately and we're starting to really get along.

I'm walking down a dark alley, and it's strange because there are remnants of a carnival strewn across the ground. There's a huge carnival cage that's lacking any sort of animal or... Anything.

I peer into a window of an old abandoned warehouse and see my "new friend." He's hacking people up, he's got them chained to walls. It clicks in my head. He's that serial killer that's killed several hundred people in the past few months! The panic starts rushing to my head, and I start running towards home. When I get home I grab my phone and am about to dial 911. I can't believe my friend is a serial killer. I realize that he might be around, and if I do call the police I don't want him to hack me up and find out. I look out the window and see him standing there. He's got a cold, glazed expression plastered over his face and then begins to smile. "Hi Chloe," he says, "let's hang out."

He walks in and takes my phone from me. "Cool, new phone?"

I don't know what to do and start panicking. I have to kill him or call the police or do something before he kills anyone else again.

The entirety of the dream was me trying to come up with ways to get rid of him, to get help and every time my plans were horribly thwarted. Certainly not the most original dream I've ever had but there you have it.

I don't know what is up with my dreams lately, but they haven't been good.

Dream:

I'm with a friend of the family, K. We're going to a cell phone store. We go to this little mall area and the cell phone store is like a ghetto rave dance party thing. Everyone's doing drugs and stuff. I get really horrible anxiety, and I had cramped places and also places where there are tons of drugs around. I also have a fear of people slipping me drugs without my knowledge. I started getting a full blown panic attack. Everything was hazy and I stumbled out of the store, wading through a sea of people trying to get to fresh air. I got outside and was immediately hounded by people trying to make me take drugs.

K came out of the store wondering what was going on and was acting like I was the biggest inconvenience in the world. The panic attack seemed to last forever and I thought I was going to die.

Next dream:

It kind of drifted from the last dream to this one but they were completely different and also very creepy. I was trading my car in for a new one. There was a sales guy who said he could pick out the car of my dreams.

He traded my car for a black and red hearse. It was huge, and the inside was all fire apple red and black, leather interior. The back of the hearse was huge and red inside. I figured driving a hearse would be kind of cool so decided to take it. When I started driving it I realized it only got two miles to the gallon and was very sad about this and wished I would have kept my old car.

The rest was kind of boring but also incredibly creepy. Uh, I need to have more lucid dreams I think.

Hi, I don't know you very well at all. But you showed up in my Dream last night and gave me a message.

Also, From your panic attack dream. Do you suffer from these in waking life often? I had some pretty bad bouts of them last year. I overcame them without medication or counseling. If they are a problem for you. PM me and I'll tell you how I overcame them.

I think you do need focus on lucidity. It will help with these bad dreams. I am sure it will be easy for you with some effort.

I'm talking to an elderly woman. She's really rich, and apparently somehow famous. I'm in a mansion of sorts, I think we're somewhere in Colorado. She says... I think it was Justin or Jason, is coming to meet us. He'll be here in an hour even though he's in Europe but he has a really nice airplane. He's also famous.

A very short time later this really creepy dude shows up. I don't trust him off the bat, and he wants me to go to the mall with him. We end up at the mall and pretty soon after we arrive I tell him he needs to reevaluate his priorities (money) and leave.

Somehow I end up in Hawaii next.

I'm walking past all these shop windows, and I recall someone telling me about this place... how at night if you knock on all the doors sometimes ghosts will knock back, and sometimes you can meet them... but it's not always a good thing. So, naturally I go down this row of shop windows knocking on all of them and peering into the windows. A lot of them only have one mannequin inside, and most of the insides are very pink.

I knock on one door and the door is silent... until it starts to open very slowly. I take a step back and look. The inside of the store only has a few things inside of it and all the walls are hot pink. I don't think it's a ghost, because I really wasn't expecting that to happen... next a woman of around 22 steps from behind the door laughing. "I'm not a ghost, I was just messing with you she says."
She has short black spikey hair, black rimmed glasses, and is a little overweight and short. She invites me into the shop, and L is sitting in a chair in the back. She's wearing a pink blouse with a long black pencil skirt and looking very preoccupied.

They want to take me to a party so I agree. We end up at this apartment complex and go inside this house. The insides are all blue, all the walls. There is a table shaped like a surf board and a bunch of guys with dreads sitting around and smoking pot. They offer me some and I decline.

I next end up walking outside to this building, where this woman is talking about getting me a job. I have to fill out a survey, and I remember they keep asking the darndest questions but I can hardly remember what they were. A few moments later she says that she got a response, and that a very respectable business office would like for me to work for them. They give me a folder filled with forms and tell me to take it to the office.

I'm in a car with a few friends driving there. We are stopped by police at this really weird stop... There is a black robotic-looking contraption outside the window that I have to do things to. There's a detachable television on it that you can attach to your car in case you get bored while you're waiting. They tell me I have to pay six dollars. I have one check on me and I go to write the amount and it flys out the window. I scramble out of what is now a van and retrieve it.

Next...

I'm walking down a dirt road and there are lots of trees everywhere. I keep noticing that there's huge fruit on the ground, and when I look up I see tomato plants with tomatoes twice the size of watermelons. They look so delicious, and I pick the largest one I can find. I also find a giant avocado and am even more excited about that.

Next, I realize that there is a... bagpipe parade approaching me swiftly. I can sense that they'll be angry about me taking the fruit so I try to walk really fast while carrying the giant fruit. I'm having a really hard time with this, and my feet keep slipping in and out of the ground. I am looking down at my feet and realize that they're going in and out of the ground.

I put my finger through my palm and realize I'm dreaming. I stop what I'm doing and first try the tomato. It was the most delicious tomato I think in existence. Oh man. This thing was epic. I also tried the avocado which was even better. I turned around and the bagpipes had disappeared. I started spinning and was suddenly in a rush of stars and space. I had somehow spun myself to some random point in the universe, and it was really beautiful. I woke up.

I had a dream about DV. Mainly it was the people on DV.

So, I'm at my friend Seans house. He lives in Virginia and his house kind of reminds me of a plantation. In the dream it is a plantation home and it's huge.

He says he's feeling down, and that I should invite people to come hang out with us even though I don't know anyone in Virginia. I tell him about Dreamviews so he goes to the computer, comes back and says that he invited everyone to come over to his house.

We're in the living room and Man of Shred knocks on the door. I don't know what he actually looks like, but in the dream he was kinda tall with dark hair and glasses and a leather jacket. Waking Nomad came next... then Alex came and he was about 150 years old and resembled Jerry Garcia a little bit if Jerry Garcia was 150 years old.

Slash, Slayer, XeL, Aquanina, Spenner, Jeff, Akono, Heavy Sleeper, Walms, ninja, forsaken, and quite a few others were there as well.

I hung out with Czetch a whole lot and Akono kept telling me jokes. Nomad was throat singing for a time and it gave the dream a very strange feel. No, I didn't go lucid for a very long time.

There were soldiers that were coming for us and it was very strange. We all began taking pictures of things. We all had cameras and went outside to take pictures of trees.

I saw the hedge maze and wanted to see where it went. I've been reading Enders Game and for a time it was like the game that Ender plays with the giant... it was somewhat morbid.

I had a hard time getting out of the hedge maze and nomad came and helped guide me out. We exited through a small hole and went into a glass room where my dog was sitting inside. A lot of parts of this dream are very hazy.

Jeff asked if I would regulate a thread. There were a lot of people posting naked pictures of themselves and I didn't know what to do so he said I was fired.

There were a lot of soldiers marching down the street. They were colonial soldiers and everyone was kinda freaked out about it.

I went inside of the house and Sean and his sister were sitting on seans bed. Seans sister was wearing the same sweater I was with the same patches... Everyone was talking about how original her sweater was even though I was wearing the same one and it was very confusing.

I went home and was on the computer on DV. I looked at a word and looked back and looked again and it changed. A lot of the letters were in hieroglyphics so I realized that I must be dreaming.

I tried putting my hand through my computer and my hand turned into a million little atoms and colors. I jumped through. It took me to a very bizarre forest and the cheshire cat was rolling around and juggling his head. This reminded me of the lucid task, except I couldn't figure out how to take off my head, and I've never done a hand stand before. Even though I was lucid this felt very daunting. Instead, the cheshire cat took my head and stood on it... and then I stood on his head. I don't know if that counts. It probably doesn't.

The cheshire cat started flying so I pushed off to follow him. We went to this beautiful garden, and I flew through a card storm... playing card storm.

Interesting. Definitely fits my description, Except for being tall. but there was another member from the MM forum who saw me as tall in a dream. Thanks for typing this up.

I find this really interesting as yesterday I found myself at a kind of party myself.
I didn't really stay about inside the house long and the people I saw was mostly relatives to my eyes but as I left through the backside garden and onto a walk path further away I encountered something like a invasion and soldiers on a larger road. Everyone was in a panic.
I ended up taking a stand up against them and blasted various "spells", the finale for this was this huge almost indestructible tank. I had to blast it whit various things and alternate and try different things as the tank kept going. One thing was like meteorite shower and the last things I tried was a acid rain. The acid finally stopped it but it caused problems to people around as they got swept in a acid river. I tried to clear it then away and heal people I coincidently didn't intend to hurt.
There were some other stuff later but it doesn't seem to tie in much whit what you experienced.

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

Interesting. Definitely fits my description, Except for being tall. but there was another member from the MM forum who saw me as tall in a dream. Thanks for typing this up.

Man, Matt, I totally imagine you as tall.

Also, Chloe, cool dream.

So, I'm with Dookie and we're hiking with the dog. I end up slipping away for a bit and get into a big red jeep and start driving down this dirt road to meet some people who need car trouble. It was very weird, a feeling I can't explain. I got out of the car and began walking up this hill towards a house. There were a lot of people there milling about. I meet up with Dookie again and we ended up talking about something or other.

We got to talking and managed to catapult upwards into space and landed on the moon. The moon was very pretty, but also had a very eerie feel to it. My friend Katie who lives in New York started walking towards us and was really surprised to see us. She said she'd been living on the moon for a few years now and really liked it. There was a new amusement park on the moon, apparently Tim Burton had designed it. It had 4 huge long ends that went really really fast in a circle while there was this circular ball in the middle of it that was rotating.
"Yeah," Katie said, "some people are saying he could have done a lot better. Maybe he should just stick to movies and stuff."
I nodded despite not feeling either way about the issue.

I began taking pictures around me. I was taking pictures of the people on the moon. When I saw how the pictures turned out I found that if you take pictures of humans, things they miss from Earth will appear in the picture in a greenish-bluish-ghoulish sort of wispy way.

I took a picture of this gangsta kid, and in the picture his gang appeared around him. I took a picture of Katie and there were flowers all around her. I was so baffled by this. I wanted to see if these things were real. I kept taking pictures of Katie to figure out where the flowers were located. I then, at the moment I took the picture, reached out towards her and plucked a flower. It was bluish-greenish and see through and you could barely feel it in your hand. I handed it to her and she began to tear up. She decided she was going to leave the moon and start her own garden. I said I thought I was going to leave the moon because it seemed like an altogether dreary place, and people weren't very happy there.

Later, I was sitting in a house on Earth with Donald. Katie came over and they began talking. It was somewhat like I wasn't there but at the same time I was.

"hey!" Katie shouted excitedly, "aren't you that moon boy?"
"Yeah!" he yelled back, "We were on the moon together!"

That's about the gist of it.

Apocalypse.

Apparently the apocalypse is here and the group I'm with are the last living humans, except we have to pick out who our life partner is going to be. All the potential life partners are these strange men on old 80's vhs movies. It was a terrible thing. All of the vhs covers resembled something like this...

Yes, it was terrible.

So, Liz was with me and we were both outcasted from the group because we refused to pick a vhs. We were in Hawaii. We started walking down this dirt road. It was very tropical and we could sense the ocean nearing us.

Off in the distance I saw what resembled a brown unicorn. As we got closer I realized that the horn was really just a branch. Then I realized that the bottom half of it was made up of really demented looking tree branches that were wrapping around it's body. Its legs were tree branches, and they weren't solid tree branches. They seemed to be made up of a liquid that was dripping everywhere. It moved almost like a spider and was huge.

I'm in a very small house and I realize that I've just had a child. I'm not sure how this happened because I shouldn't have been pregnant under any circumstances, but nonetheless I have this baby. The baby, as I was completely oblivious to while dreaming, was a very very small cat that somewhat resembled a human. It kept growing and it was very strange.

I was in this weird place, staying with some people I know. I was living in a tent and these huge spiders started scampering all over the place. Hundreds of them, scurrying along the walls of the tent, climbing up my leg. Someone explained how these were the most poisonous spiders in the world, and if one of them bit you you would die a terrible agonizing death that would take several hours of the most intense pain before you died. I began trying to kill them, but they wouldn't die and they just kept getting pissed off. I got in my car and began to drive.

I think I'm in Scotland. I'm driving on this very small paved road that is hugging a cliff edge very tightly. One false turn of the wheel and me and the cat-creature would be headed straight into the abyss of death. The road up ahead ends, or rather, it had been eroded away so that I could see where the road continued on further down. I almost plummeted off the edge but the car ended up doing this weird spin, landing me perfectly safe into someones driveway.

I remember staying at this very strange house with even stranger people that were doting on the cat-baby. The odd thing about the cat baby was that at first it was this tiny little thing that could fit in the palm of my hand. Throughout the duration of the dream it kept growing larger and larger until it was a three foot tall white human baby that could stand on two legs. It never talked.

My mom picked me up in her car and began talking about how the cat-baby's name would be Eleanor. I was arguing with her, and she said that my grandmother had had a friend named Eleanor and it would be completely disrespectful not to name cat-baby Eleanor. I was very pissed off about this but went with it all the same.

We pulled up close to where an ice cream shop was. I realized my car was parked in front of the shop and there were these two Japanese teenagers stealing things from my car. I walked up to them and asked them to politely return all of my things or else there would be trouble. I saw that they had stolen all of my Haruki Murakami books, and this sent me over the edge as I am quite fond of those books. They ended up returning all my books and then a lot of their things which they were very upset about.

Around this time I woke up.

I had a dream involving wizards and Harry Potter characters that I feel is too nerdy to post anywhere on the internet.

Also, I recall towards the very end of the dream remembering I was trying to have a shared dream with Man of Shred. He appeared and asked if I wanted a car wash. There was a little more dialog but we were mostly bantering back and forth. I also remember he walked with his shoulders hunched and his head down. He looked relatively nervous, but also somewhat at ease.