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      Remember me? ;D
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      Hazel! I'm glad you got a chance to start posting again last month. I hope everything is going well for you. happy dreaming!
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      Or at least make it look like you follow them. Isn't that the truth.

      It's good to know that you're okay. In a sense.
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      Oh, ouch. I hope your mom comes around. I remember when mine freaked out at me for something like that - I came home with a book about mythology related to Hell, and she immediately demanded that I burn it. Um.

      You don't get to talk to anyone about it? Because it sounds like you need someone to talk to IRL.
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      School keeping you busy?
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      Hey, thanks for the friend request
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      I just saw your sig on the forums. Very nice.
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    The Hair Monster

    by Hazel on 02-08-2011 at 10:51 PM

    The Hair Monster
    I am standing in a bathroom with a poor unsuspecting man and a viscous woman who seems a bit too fond of me. The bathroom is fairly large and is actually two separate rooms: a section for the shower and toilet, and then another section for the sinks. The man goes to the latter and begins brushing his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, the lady begins growling and growing hair all over, even from her eyes and mouth. I wonder how the man can possibly not hear her... "Are you running a hair dryer in there?" he asks and begins to turn around.

    "No!" the woman yells and slams the door shut before he can get a look at her. She changes back to normal and locks the man in the little room. "We'll have some fun with him, later," she says to me with a smile. I pretend to be interested, but as soon as she leaves I begin making escape plans.

    I quickly run down to the basement and look out the window, assessing my options. It becomes clear that I must run, because the lady is obviously unstable and might turn on me at any moment. Thus, I quietly open the window and run as fast as I can towards the road.
    Once there, I spontaneously become lucid, but I wake up shortly afterwards.

    Reunion with my Dream Guide

    by Hazel on 02-04-2011 at 10:14 PM
    Gah, my recall has been really awful lately. Too much stress, and not enough time to write down the dreams I do remember. And now, this:


    1- Reunion with Leroy
    I am horrified to note that all of my front teeth have been horrifically chipped... Upon closer inspection, they all look more like fingernails than teeth, and are mangled quite severely. "No way this is real," I say to myself with a snort after overcoming the initial shock. "I've gotta be dreaming."

    A reality check proves me correct, and I go outside to think about which of my tasks to attempt. When I get outside, however, I notice that it is far too dark for my liking, which indicates that the dream is unstable. No problem. I rub my hands together, then focus on raising the sun. It works--- but only for about two seconds.

    As I'm going for a second attempt, I spot a dark figure approaching me. Suddenly I'm filled with overwhelming terror. "Leroy," I mutter under my breath. It has been so long since I've seen him that I no longer remember how to deal with his fear aura. I simply stand there, frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. Without even a greeting, he abruptly grabs my leg and jerks my feet out from under me, digging his nails into my skin as my back slams to the ground. I feel no pain from his nails, but it feels as though he's screwing with my energy.

    Anger wins over the fear. I roughly pull him onto the ground with me and we begin wrestling for control. After a while, he lets me pin him to the ground. He stares up at me, that damned infuriating smirk playing on his lips. Now all of my fear is long forgotten as I lean forwards to kiss him...

    ...but the dream destabilizes and he vanishes.

    Ugh. I certainly hope that Royal Manipulation dream I had wasn't true. If so, EWW! Either way, I need to learn some self control.
    lucid , memorable

    Gladiator, Redneck Style

    by Hazel on 01-26-2011 at 12:53 PM

    Finally, after 4 days, some recall worth mentioning. I hope this means my dryspell is cured.

    1- Gladiator, Redneck Style
    I am standing in a line in the middle of a field with my mother and some other people, facing a crazed farmer who is talking about the Arena Games that we are about to fight in. The girl beside me mentions "respawning at one-third power." Oh good, I think to myself sarcastically, That way we can suffer painful deaths all afternoon.

    The farmer introduces this enormous truck/tractor hybrid whose headlights resemble big angry eyes. The hood pops open and it's "tongue," a powerful bulldozer arm, tastes the air hungrily. "Meet Bulldozer, the tractor god!" the farmer thunders. Bulldozer picks the man up with his tongue and sits him in the control seat. "Here's a little demonstration on speed, for those of you who are thinking about running off." He drives around us in circles; it's clear that you won't be able to outrun the thing. Suddenly the games are starting, and zombies crawl up through the ground to double our problems.

    Bulldozer kills my mother almost immediately. Fear pulses through my veins as I face the monstrous vehicle, but I ignore it and leap over the hood, kicking the farmer in the head. He laughs at me, saying I watch too many zombie movies, then embeds a knife into my forehead. It doesn't hurt that badly, so I continue to kick him, trying to break his neck. The knife falls from my head to the ground behind us.

    Just as I'm about to deal the finishing blow, one of the farmhands (or possibly one of the other challengers) picks up the fallen knife and stabs me in the side, digging the blade across my stomach. The pain is agonizing; blood pours from my mouth as I die.

    ((Despite the pain and everything, this was a really fun dream!))
    non-lucid , nightmare , memorable

    Resident Evil Meets Vampires

    by Hazel on 01-21-2011 at 10:41 PM

    Wow. I remembered about 90% of this movie-like dream upon awakening, but I quickly lost about 80% more before I even had the chance to think about it.

    1- The Second End

    Our Future

    We have suffered an apocalypse under the vampires. After a long and epic struggle, Alice, Claire, and I have managed to kill off a good majority of them. Unfortunately, they've also managed to kill off most of our convoy and nearly all of my fellow werewolves.

    We think the hard part is over, that we can begin to rebuild. But Fate strikes us down as Claire begins to speak a prophecy that has suddenly been delivered to her. "The future of humanity depends upon the T where blood flows." ((Oh. Ohhhhh! I just realized that it was talking about Alice! Duh!))

    "What the hell does that mean?" I ask, somewhat worried.

    "I don't know. But it doesn't sound good."

    She also receives a scrambled word: n-g-e-i-t-a

    "Eating," Alice says, before I even process it. Wow, she's quick.

    "We're not out of the clear yet, apparently. Don't let your guards down," I say. As if they ever would.

    The Ship
    Something is definitely not right aboard this ship. The crew seem nice, but I sense something off about them. My suspicions are confirmed just as I am searching for Alice and Claire to warn them of the danger I feel sure that we're in. One of our convoy members is sedated and dragged into a secret room as I watch from the shadows. I put my ear to the door and listen while crew discusses chopping her up and preparing her as tonight's meal. "Eating," I whisper to myself with realization and horror. This ship--- it's a trap. And we fell right into it.

    My haste to find Alice and Claire has grown exponentially, but they are walking with several crew members (Umbrella operatives, I now realize) when I come across them. One of the men leads Alice, Claire, Carlos, an unknown woman from our convoy, and myself into a small room and locks us in. "Great," I mutter. "I was just coming to warn you, but I guess I was too late."

    Suddenly a chute opens up in one of the walls, and two vampires frozen with sedatives fall into the room. The chute closes, leaving us trapped, weaponless, with the monsters.

    The female vamp animates almost immediately, killing the helpless woman and sinking her teeth deep into my arm before I can stop her. The virus quickly works it's way into my system, and....

    ...I switch to Alice's point of view. I can only watch as my werewolf friend kills off the she-vamp before succumbing to the virus herself. F*cking Umbrella Corp, I think with fury, After all we've done to get rid of the virus, and now they're SPREADING it? There is no time for such thoughts, however. My once-comrade is now coming at me with a hungry look in her eyes, her werewolf genes making the effect of the virus that much more powerful.

    I am taken aback by how quickly she moves, by how quickly her sharp teeth sink into my flesh. No... How did it come to this?

    I kick her off me, watching as my hands become the clawed hands of the very monster I lived to destroy. But wait. I still have my thoughts... All hope might not be lost.

    I look up to see Claire and Carlos backed up against the wall as the newly turned vampire stalks up to them. No. I can't bear for them to die, too. With a feral snarl, I slam my monstrous hand into Hazel's head, and am somewhat surprised when it flies off her shoulders and lands on the floor with a sickening squelch. This power... it's too much.

    At that moment, the dark-skinned male vamp snaps to life beside me. "Don't be alarmed," he says hastily, sensing that he is about to share the same fate as my now headless comrade. "You're going to need my help." That accent... I realize immediately that this must be one of the living Vampires from legend, a race of immortals unrelated to our hellish virus.

    He tells me that Umbrella has had him frozen for quite some time, so I give him a quick debriefing of current events. "We had the werewolves fighting for us," I say, drawing my story to a close, "but they're all dead now." I look down at Hazel's body with remorse. What a cruel fate...

    The Shooting
    *3rd Person*

    Four Umbrella operatives are standing on deck, peering into the small room from their vantage point at the top level. "Okay, boys," one of them, their commander, begins in a decisive tone, "it's been long enough. Open fire."

    The three gunmen begin shooting, each unloading their entire supply of bullets into the small room in what, for any other group of people, would seem like overkill. "There's no way they could have survived that," one of the young men says proudly.

    Little do they know that below deck, crawling through the leaking pipes steadily toward them, a Vampire and his newfound companions are-----

    "MEOW! MEEEOOOW" My cat lets me know, LOUDLY, how displeased she is at being locked out of my room. GAH! I want to find out what happened!
    non-lucid , memorable

    Time Dilation

    by Hazel on 01-20-2011 at 09:52 PM

    Really long lucid last night. I know that I only had 45 minutes left to sleep, yet the dream felt like it was around 2 or 3 hours. Time dilation was obviously involved.

    1- I Attempt to Visit the Antechamber of Insanity
    ((There is a lot that happened prior to this point, in which I am non-lucid, but I can't recall what it is. Something about packing to go on some sort of vacation. I make a point of packing my laptop in case the hotel offers free internet. Somewhere along the line, I become lucid. I think of my goals, and decide to visit the Antechamber of Insanity. I wonder how to get there.... A portal might be useful, but there's no guarantee I can even make one, and I have limited time. Instead, I stand on a chair and climb through the ceiling (I've learned my lesson about flying headfirst into solid objects), willing myself to end up in the AoI.

    When I pull myself through, I feel that I am on a wooden floor. However, it is too dark to see anything. "Does this mean my mind is filled with empty darkness?" I ask myself, half-jokingly. I think I sense Madison nearby, which is a good indication that I'm in the right place, but it doesn't count if I can't see. Madison tells me something, but I can't hear her.

    Suddenly, I'm on a shelf above my future step-mother's kitchen, looking down on her and my dad while they're cooking. I feel like a ninja.

    Jilda looks up and spots me, nearly dropping the pot she's holding and letting out a startled shriek. Without a word, I drop down and go outside.

    As I'm walking, I pass by a dog that is in a cage, yelling at me. (Not barking, yelling.) Wanting to test out my dream control, I point to the dog and tell it to turn into a human. It changes from a quadruped to a biped, but retains all of it's dog-like features. Interesting. I tell the dog it's stupid for not being able to transform, and show it how easily I can turn into a wolf. I begin to run, forgetting about the dog and taking joy in being a wolf, when the dog (who is now completely human) jumps on me and starts attacking me.

    I instantly turn back into a human as the dog boy painfully rips my stomach open. I feel blood begin to pour out of me. Angered, I pin the boy to the ground and start tearing at his throat and stomach. Although he is bleeding profusely, he's laughing as if this is just a play fight.

    I stand up and examine my wound. It has already healed completely, but my stomach is still red with blood. I wipe it off...

    ...and have a false awakening. I am in the back of a truck with my dad and brother. We seem to be going on that same vacation from earlier in the dream. However, I begin to notice that some things are a bit... off. First I see some things that I KNOW were in my dream, then I see islands floating in the sky. It seems normal, but a part of me says that it's not.

    I begin to read the signs as we pass, to see if they change or say strange things. A sign that should say "speed limit" instead reads "cookie monster." Okay, that's definitely not normal. I examine some billboards, and find that I'm having trouble reading them. That's strike two against reality; time to RC.

    I become lucid with a nose pinch RC and exit the truck. I go off exploring, but most of that is lost in memory.

    Non-lucid again. My brother is watching a video on YouTube. "What are you watching?" I ask.

    "This really cool thing with Justin Bieber in it!" he exclaims and shows me.

    "Justin Bieber?" I burst into laughter. "Why are you watching THAT?"

    "'Cause he's a really awesome singer! Uhh... just don't tell anyone I told you that."

    My mom walks up and I become lucid again. I am trying to prove to her that this is a dream, but even though I stick my finger through my palm she doesn't believe me. Stupid DC...

    Later, yet ANOTHER false awakening. My brother is still going on about that Bieber kid. "I thought that was a dream," I mutter to myself, confused. I am contemplating telling my friends about his strange behavior, or saving it for when I need dirt on him.
    lucid , false awakening