Zman135's sleepy time journal

15.01.2010

Singing then Death (Non-lucid/Simi-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So this will be my dream Journal. I'm determined to keep it up. Because I'm too lazy to write all of my dreams down, I'll probably only put one down a night since I usually do remember one. Okay, I'm gonna put the one I had last night down because it's what inspired me to start my own journal.


I was in a room of a very huge, nice, expincive theater with my schools honor choir. We were supposed to perform for the whole school and a bunch of high-class people. The room our group was in was a lounge-type thing and a bunch of upper-class people were sitting in it drinking wine, champagne, etc., laughing about something we couldn't hear.

The choir began to make it's way into another room, but I stayed because I saw a close friend of mine, and then his father standing at a door of the room. I walked over to him.

"Hey Alex," I spoke excitedly, "what's up?"

"Hey, nothing much. Just here with my dad for some simi-annual dentistry meeting."

"Oh, that's cool" I replied

Then an intercom buzzed over head and said, "Cole Allen, please make your way to the lobby, the choir is waiting for you"

I waved bye to Alex and went though a room and down some stairs into the lobby where one of my friends Mick was standing at the door to the theater, waving me in. We went down another flight of stairs and the choir was sitting on the floor in front of the staircase.

I sat down by my other friend Victoria and she told me that we were watching the nutcracker and that we were performing tomorrow. So once the play was over I ran into Alex again. His dad asked if I wanted them to take me home, but I said I wanted to walk home, that I needed the exercise. But I was probably 30 miles from my house.

So I began to make my way home, walking the highway. Then the next thing I know I'm walking on a railroad track. It was winding around a hill to my left. I saw a little boy walking close to the curve. He was around seven years old and had blond hair with a bowl cut and had overalls on.

I looked to my right and saw a dirt road beside the track, leading to a Y shaped break where I was on the top right part of the Y and the top left was a road; it was going uphill and had a fence of white rocks going all the way down to the break. There was a sign over the road with some name of a town, but I got distracted by what sounded like a train coming on the tracks.

The boy had already gone past the view I had around the hill. Then I heard the little boy scream. I got off the tracks and ran onto the road. I still couldn't see the boy, but he was still screaming. I then realized that there was no train and that it was an old truck.

The little boy's screaming cut off abruptly and the truck came flying aroung the hill and I saw the little boy's body hanging limp from a stick out of the back of the truck bed. I froze.

There were other body's hanging out and there was a man sitting in the back with a shotgun then there was two people inside the truck. The stopped in the middle of the Y. The two men inside the truck got out and began talking.

For some reason, I was stupid enough to shout "Hey!"

The men looked at me, shocked. Then one of them smiled evilly, with yellowed teeth and his front, left tooth was missing. Then he pointed at me

"Kill him." he said, pointing a pistol at me. He shot it at me and I dodged it by going left. Then his friend shot at me and I rolled to the right and I was then behind the rock fence.

Then I was compelled to shout something else sporadically. I stood up. "What about Jesus Christ?!?" I don't know why I shouted it. I just did.

The man laughed histarically then shot me in the chest. My right hand went up to my wound and I just felt bullet in my chest. Then it hit me.

This is a dream. I looked up to see the man with the shotgun shoot at me. It hit and hurt. Then my vision started to go black. I paniced, thinking that I was dying, and the man who had not shot me was getting closer. I elbowed him in the fourhead. When my arm contacted, my vision lit up but then went instantly black.

I felt my body hit the ground then I saw in my mind a still picture, like one you would see in a slideshow, of the man I just hit, except his head basically had a bloody crater where I hit him so hard. Then it went away as quickly as it came and then everything was black again. But I heard something that resembled wind really, really loud. Then I realized it was my breathing.

Then I was like "The dreams over... why haven't I woke up yet?" I didn't even think of trying to do a WILD in that state, but I wish I did now. I just forced my eyes open and shook off sleep paralisis and though about my dream before going back to sleep.