Thread: Owning Jason Voorhees

I had this first dream a couple weeks ago. It was pretty short but still entertaining. Then, last night, my old adoptee Odds was commenting on this dream in my journal and having read his reply, and re-read my dream as the last things I did before bed, I ended up having another lucid about fighting Jason from Friday the 13th Thought I'd share.

08/17/2006

In the next dream Jason Voorhees shows up in Kellen's old house (back in Houston). Kept trying to kill me. I ended up getting away and outside. While running away from him, I realized I was dreaming. I tried to fly away but couldn't get any higher than about 15 feet in the air and then I kept sinking. I even crashed down through the branches of a tree, once and hit the ground.
I got up and kept running. Unfortunately I started thinking about how Jason usually shows up around corners and stuff, in the movies, in front of his victim. Sure enough, as soon as I turned the first corner, he was there, arms folded, leaning back against the wall like he was John Travolta or something. He sees me and stands up, beginning to walk in my direction. I'm like "fuck flying" and I just go over there and face him. He stabs at me and I caught the blade in my hand, laughing. Then, I just took it from him and started mutilating him with his own butcher's knife. Haha.

Woke up shortly afterward.

09/01/2006
"Jason Returns"

Some girl and I were driving down a back-road somewhere, at night. If I remember correctly, I looked in the rear-view mirror and happened to see Jason sitting in the backseat. The second I saw him, he lunged forward and started trying to attack us from behind. I think the girl was driving, because I was trying to fend him off from the front seat, grabbing his arm as he tried to stab us with his knife.
The struggle in the car caused us to slide off the road and crash into the trees that were along side it. I’m pretty sure we were knocked “unconscious” after the crash because I remember “coming to” (I use quotations because I’m sure losing consciousness in dreams is illusory) and it being dawn. The first thing I thought about was Jason attacking, so I started looking around for him, immediately. I looked out the window and saw him, strangely, just walking away into the woods, knife in hand, completely ignoring us.
The car was a complete wreck, so the girl and I started walking down this road way out in B.F.E. (“Butt-F’ckin Egypt,” for those not familiar with the term. Haha.) After a few miles, we came to this HUGE plantation-type house in the middle of nowhere. There were a lot of people living in this house, most of them around our age, and they took us in. We made a lot of friends there.
Nightfall came again and, before I knew it, old Jason was back. I first caught a glimpse of him walking across a doorway or something, in some dark, random hall. At first we were all being the victims as he was trying to just kill however many of us “humans” as he could (I don’t remember anyone dying.)
It was around this time that I realized I was dreaming. I rushed Jason and began attacking the hell out of him with punches and kicks, ducking and dodging the swipes from his knife. Kicking his ass all around the room. I ended off with a nice combination of kicks that set him up near one wall and finished with a jump kick that sent him flying backward out of the window of like the 5th floor of this house. Having had my fun, I realized how he seemed to come and go with nightfall, so, I tested a theory and focused on the night, turning it into day time. When I looked out the window, Jason was heading off down the road, into the woods again, away from us.
During the day, fading in an out of lucidity, I remember telling people about the previous Jason lucid dream I had, and even about the strange coincidence of having the dream before having to take Cierra to her school because she missed the bus, the next day, and her school being named “Crystal Lake.” (Which is, of course, the setting of the Jason movies)
After a while, feeling strong lucidity again, having been doing stuff like looking at my hands throughout the day, (in the dream) I got tired of going with the flow, and decided to have some more fun.
I looked at the sky outside and focused again, watching it change as I made the day melt into night. No sooner did the sky grow dark than I saw the large black silhouette roaming through the hallways. He was back, just as I’d expected. I hid behind a doorframe as Jason came stalking into a room where a bunch of us were (earlier) sitting around talking. Some of the people started freaking out and then I came up and rushed Jason from behind and we started fighting again. I kept kicking his ass and he kept trying to slice me, but I was just too fast for him. Suddenly the lucid task popped into my head, even though the last day for it was yesterday, and I thought about how I wished I’d ripped his heart out, last time I dreamed of fighting him, to complete the task, but didn't.
So, not wanting to miss the chance, in the middle of a punch combination, I suddenly stiffened my fingers straight into a knife-handed strike formation and jabbed them straight into his chest, feeling them tear through his soiled leather jacket, his flesh and bone. Inside, I curled my fingers into a fist and yanked them back out.
Buuuuuut (there’s always a “but.”) I found out that he had no heart. When I opened my fist there was nothing but a strange ball of bright white light, like it was his soul or something.
I sat there wondering what the hell to do with it. My first impulse was to just eat it, (don’t ask me why) but I decided against it, somehow getting the feeling that I didn’t want Jason Voorhees’s soul rattling around inside of me. Call me crazy.
Can’t remember what I did with it, but I remember turning night into day again, so I think it just disappeared along with Jason’s body.

There was another dream where I was at my house and some of my family was over. I think I started this one lucid. The first thing I remember doing was, while outside in my backyard, making the sun set. Sure enough, Jason appears, having followed me into this dream as well, as I pretty much expected him to. We went at it in the backyard for a little bit, and I’m sure there was more to it than that, but I don’t remember much after this part.