"Burning Bridges" - 11/25/2013 (Lucid + Chain)

"Burning Bridges"
11/25/2013

(Lucid + Chain)

Part 1:

At the end of a walkway, leading from my house, was a small courtyard and a brick tunnel. Atop the tunnel’s entrance was a platform, and atop that platform lived a very large dragon.

The dragon, it turns out, was Smaug, from the tale of The Hobbit. (My daughter and I had just watched the trailer together, the day before this dream). Whenever someone would try to get through the tunnel, he would stop them – not for any real reason. Simply because he could. At first, all anyone could really see was the shadowy outline of his face while he sat in the dark. He seemed to enjoy the seclusion and didn’t really make it a point to make himself seen if he didn’t have to. As far as I know, he just liked sitting up there and blocking people from using his pathway because it gave him something to do. He was always excessively douchey about it, and talked as if he was a god among insects. Needless to say, he wasn’t very well-liked in the neighborhood. I can’t remember why, but I ended up having to use the tunnel, one night, so I came up to it, peering into the darkness at the monster that I knew resided there.

Of course, Ol’ Smaug wasn’t having it. When I tried to reason with him as to why it would be alright to let me use the tunnel, he would exhale an intense stream of fire in my direction. Stepping off to one side of the flame – seeking refuge behind one of the nearby brick columns - I got a view of him from an angle, and it was then that I could see how enormous this dragon actually was. As much as it frustrated me that he was simply being belligerent, I had to be careful with what I said, because I knew he could have easily swallowed me whole, if he wanted to. This encounter happened at least twice, and he was just as big a jerk, the second time around.

The third time, however, was different. On my way to the tunnel (I still can’t remember my reason for trying to go through it), I began thinking through how my encounter with the intimidating dragon was going to go. It was in this moment of thinking through my situation that I realized how incredible this situation actually was; how absurd it was that I was about to encounter a dragon. I realized that this was only possible because I was dreaming. The light-switch in my head came on, and I quickly became lucid.

Any fear I might have had of the dragon completely vanished. Instead, I started calling him out as I walked down the pathway toward his perch. I had faced dragons in my lucid dreams before, and I was feeling enough in control that I was ready for a little face-off with this self-righteous beast. We had a short exchange of words (that I don’t really remember), and he was soon spreading his huge wings and taking flight, charging at me while bellowing flames in my direction. Unlike my last, lucid, dragon encounter (where I put up my hand and created a force-field to block its fire), I simply braced myself and leaned directly into his fire stream, allowing the fire to wash over me, defiantly and painlessly, solidifying my confidence in the knowledge that this was my dream and Smaug could not harm me. Boy, did that piss him off.

He repeatedly dove in toward me and I took flight as well; launching, dashing and strafing in all aerial directions, constantly dodging his advances and daring him to try to burn me –  just before, of course, simply allowing the fire to pass over me again. I was having a great time at his expense, and he was hating it. Each passing moment, though, made me all the more confident in my control. There was a pool in the yard, and I descended toward it, coming to levitate with my feet just a few inches over the water. For merely a moment, I had my doubts about whether or not I would be able to maintain elevation over the pool (which often happens while flying), but I was able to stay focused and square off with him again, hovering just over the water's surface.

We played a little bit more Cat and Mouse, but when he came to realize that he just wasn’t gaining any ground with me, he finally gave up the chase. Frustrated, Smaug actually thought it best to strike up something of a friendship with me. He gave me my respect for being a tougher challenge than he was anticipating, and we seemed to get along, somewhat, after that; there was still an air of animosity between us, though, even though we were civil to each other. At one point, there was a small party in the yard that we came to share, and Smaug used his fire-breath to BBQ a cow for us. We would spend some time flying around, and I found myself just kind of marveling at what an incredible creature he was. When he would fly in the distance, I could see how enormous his wingspan was. (He reminded me a lot of the big bull dragon from Reign of Fire. He was just that massive.) Things seemed to be going fairly well, though, for a while. Smaug seemed to loosen up a bit, and there was actually one time when I caught him singing to himself. Haha. He became more open to interacting with other people, as well. It was around here that I began losing lucidity, and just fell into the story line.

All the niceties vanished, though, when a large group of people decided that they wanted to slay the dragon.

Unbeknownst to me, a band of townsfolk (it's hard to tell if they were modern or medieval. The dream seemed to have interchanging elements of both time periods) had approached the tunnel and caught Smaug completely unaware. They used some kind of catapults or 'launchers' to hurl spears at the dragon, severely injuring him, but not killing him. (I believe I watched this part, disembodied, because I wasn't actually 'there' when it happened.) When I finally showed up, after learning about what happened, I went looking for Smaug. His attackers had already left the scene. There was a great tree that towered over the yard, and I had a feeling he might be up there. I flew up to the top of this gigantic tree (I was no longer lucid, that I can think of, but still kept my ability to fly), and I could see him there, nestled among the thick, twisting branches, with a large number of the spears still sticking out of various parts of his body. He was curled up as if he were trying to sleep off the pain.

At first, he acted as if I wasn't there, hovering next to him. I tried to speak with him - to tell him that I came to him as a friend and to see if he was alright. He ignored me, still. I tried again, telling him that I knew nothing of the attack, and that even though I was one of 'them' (human), he could trust me when I said that I had nothing to do with it. Obviously, completely unconvinced, he let out a deep, trembling growl at me which, without words, told me to leave him the hell alone. I was guilty by association, and he wanted nothing more to do with me.

"Fine," I said, a bit hurt that he would have thought of me in that way, and I flew off.

(I woke up for a moment and attempted to do a WBTB and have another lucid dream. I ended up dropping back into the same story, but with no lucidity, this time.)

"Burning Bridges"

Pt. 2

I was back in the same setting as the previous dream. Smaug was out of the area, and some of us humans were having another get-together in the yard. Even though I wasn't lucid, I still had my ability to fly (as if it was a normal thing. Lol) and some telekinesis, which I periodically used during the night. My mom and her boyfriend were there and, sooner or later, I got to talking to them about my interactions with Smaug and what had happened to our brief friendship. My mom (who hadn't been in the previous dream) was skeptical of the whole 'dragon' thing. She didn't believe that I knew - let-alone talked to - a dragon. Waving off her skepticism, I began thinking to myself about how I really wanted to patch up this misunderstand with Smaug.

I drew upon my telekinesis and attempted to use it sort of like Dragonrend, in Skyrim, to call Smaug back from wherever he was. I really didn't know whether or not he would actually show up, but what I really wasn't ready for was for him to come crashing down through the branches of the great tree, above us, and landing with an earth-quaking 'Boom', feet-first, off to one corner of the party. From the look on his face, I could tell that he was quite surprised, too.

My mother took one look at the dragon and immediately screamed. Both she and her boyfriend bolted for the nearest exit from the yard, which was just passed Smaug; meaning that they had to cross his path in order to reach it. The dragon, still apparently startled by his having been summoned, suddenly shifted himself to face the frantic humans approaching him. As if by complete reflex, he lifted one, giant, hind leg and booted my mom across the entire front of her face and body, knocking her off to one side, unconscious. I ran over to her and held her up to me, trying to revive her.

Smaug - who had just been on self-defense mode - leaned over me, softening his expression and realizing what he'd done in error. After a short silence, he began to apologize. He said something like: "....I didn't mean to--" and I cut him off. I was furious, and assumed that his action stemmed from his hatred of 'us', and that he did what he did out of spite - not because he thought he was being attacked again. That table had turned, and I didn't want to speak to him at all. Figuring that I wasn't to be reasoned with, he was the one who took off, this time, and I don't remember anything after his flying away.

"The Loneliest Ghost You Know" - 11/19/2013

"The Loneliest Ghost You Know"
11/19/2013

I had befriended a young boy, in this dream, who was probably around 10 or 11 years old. He told me that he was constantly bullied, and just didn't seem like he had any friends, so I was as nice as possible to him and found out that he actually had a lot of character. After hanging around for a while, I agreed to help the boy find friends, in order to show him that bullies didn't dictate whether or not he was worthy of friendship.

The dream skipped ahead, and I had arranged something of a party at the boy's house. There were a bunch of my friends hanging out, playing video games with him. Apparently, the kid was loaded, because the house looked like a mansion, and he had pretty much every video game system known to man. The TVs were so large that they took up almost entire walls. Gaming went on for a while before we actually realized that the boy's parents were nowhere to be found. When I asked about them, the kid let us in on the fact that he was an orphan and there was no one to watch over him (which, I guess, just kinda 'made sense', in the dream).

C (someone I know in waking life) was there, and we got into a conversation about the future of gaming, virtual reality, and the Oculus Rift. We then began to play a Nightmare on Elm Street game (which was a game that I loved, back on the original Nintendo. This one, though, was 3D, completely immersive and had incredible graphics). I commented on how I wondered what that game would be like, in VR and, before I knew it, I was inside the game. It was a survival horror game, and Freddy was constantly popping up around corners and disappearing into the darkness and whatnot. I had quite a few encounters with him, and it was getting so intense that I was beginning to feel myself being cut by his fingernails when he attacked...and he was relentless. As much as I tried, I was just never able to escape him. He just kept finding me and slashing/stabbing me. It was becoming more than I could bear.

Before long, I was back outside the game and everyone else had gone home. The boy was really appreciative that I had not alienated him and actually made him feel like he had friends. He told me that he wanted to show me something and began heading through the house. I followed him, curious as to what it would be, and it was then that I noticed exactly how enormous this house was. To say it was a mansion would not have done it justice. The further into the house we went, the more I realized that, without the boy, I could have been lost in this place forever. Soon, we were travelling through the dark recesses of the house; climbing over stones and wooden beams, and through crawl-spaces that were getting increasingly too small for me. I almost got stuck a few times. I don't remember if we were heading up toward and attic, or down into the earth beneath the home. All I know was that this place was seeming less like a swanky, multi-million dollar mansion, and more like the dank dungeons of an ancient, deserted castle.

We arrived at an old room, which, at first glance, looked as if it could have once been a large living room. It was still rather dark, but I could tell that the room had aged in ways the rest of the house hadn't. Obviously, no one had set foot in this room in a very, very long time. Upon one wall, I could make out a fireplace, and the closer I got to it, the more I could see large clumps of material laying about the floor. After a few moments, I was able to make out what they were. They were bodies. Human bodies. At least a dozen of them. They had long since rotted away and were little more than clothed skeletons by now. The clothing they wore suggested that they had been royalty - jewels; crowns; the whole works. This room was one big, royal tomb.

The boy began to tell me about the family - his family - and about his past. I don't remember a lot of the story, but only the main element, which had to do with him, specifically. He told me about how he'd once had a very close friend; a little girl. They were inseparable, he said, and her friendship was apparently the dearest thing to him. As he told me about her, my point-of-view changed, and I was actually witnessing the story as if I had been there. I saw the outside of his house, and realized that it actually was a castle. One day, long ago, the little girl had fallen into the moat, which ran around the perimeter of the building (which I don't recall seeing, earlier in the dream). Unfortunately, the little girl could not swim. Her friend - the boy telling the story - saw it happen, and immediately jumped in to save her, knowing that he, himself, also didn't know how to swim. (Apparently, this kid's parents were just never around!)

I watched, disembodied, as the two kids struggled to get back to the surface, but it was no use. The little girl was the first to drown. When she stopped fighting, the boy looked over to her and I could see the pain on his face. He no longer seemed to care about even saving his own life, refusing to abandon her. He only floated there, staring into her eyes and cupping her face in his hands. The boy then leaned in, placed a kiss on the little girl's lips and submitted himself to drowning with her, without even so much as gasping for air. He simply gave up.

After the story, I was back in my body. The boy brought me to a corner of the room, where he showed me one of the bodies. It was his own, and it was no bigger than he was now. My new friend, I finally realized, was a ghost. He had been haunting this place ever since then, but sometimes wandered out into the rest world. It seemed that he was flesh and blood, since everyone could see him, but he was definitely dead, and he proved it by showing off a number of 'powers' he had as a ghost. (I don't remember much of that part, but I know he had the ability to move stuff with his mind and turn himself invisible, for starters.) I asked him about the bullying he mentioned, and he explained that he was constantly being picked on by others, and it made him more and more withdrawn from the world. He felt that he was better off alone. I told him that, with the powers he had, he had no reason to allow others to bully him. The things he could do commanded respect from even the toughest of bullies. He was to be feared, if he only had the confidence to apply himself. He liked the idea, and by the time we were done with our conversation, I could tell that he had a new sense of pride to him.

We walked back out of the castle (which I believe was now an actual castle, with a drawbridge at the entrance), and there were two teenage boys walking up toward us. They were apparently no strangers to the young boy, because they began hurling all kinds of insults and curses at him. I simply laughed and tried to tell the kids to get lost, because they were asking for trouble that they didn't want any part of. They, however, kept on pushing and pushing, trying to egg the younger boy into a fight. Finally, the little ghost had had enough. He threw up his hands and hundreds of bright strands, of some sort, flew out toward the larger one of the bullies. The strands snaked around the bully's body, wrapping him from head to toe before solidifying into what looked like white bandages. The ghost had just mummified the bully in front of my eyes. There was an astonished silence, as neither I nor the other bully could believe what we just saw. Suddenly, there was a violent burst of energy from the 'mummy', and a steam-like mist sprang out from between the bandages and landed in front of us. The mist gained shape and mass, and we were soon looking, again, at the larger bully, who had escaped the bandages through some sort of magic of his own.

Grinning, the bully revealed to us that he was also a ghost, and that the younger boy had no power over him.

I woke up immediately after this.

"The Sixth Seal" - 11/18/2013 (Chain)

"The Sixth Seal"
11/18/2013

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

I was with a few friends, but T was the only one I could specifically remember. There was some supernatural disturbance, here on Earth, and the next thing we knew, the entire city we were in had been turned into a glass desert. By that, I mean that the ground had instantly turned into a reflective surface that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were only a few structures to be seen in the distance, which looked like mesas in the desert. The ground perfectly reflected the night sky, and the absence of light and landmarks was so intense that, when looking around, it was impossible to get bearing on where we were, or how far it would be to civilization. It was, quite literally, a 'glass desert'.

We wandered about for a while, trying to find out where we were, or if there was anything left, at all, of the world we knew before this apocalyptic event. After roaming about for probably over a mile, we came across a rise in the ground. At first, it looked like a sandbar rising up out of the sea. However, when we got closer, we could see that it was actually a city street, which had elevated up passed the glassy surface and continued on into a city. The first survivor we came across was a young, partially-nude girl who seemed to be sleeping in the dirt. She had a half-packed water-pipe beside her, that someone in my group asked if he could use. After spending a few minutes discussing the situation with her, we moved on.

Eventually, we ended up meeting the Winchester Brothers from the show Supernatural. They were already on the case, trying to find out what was going on in the city. It turns out that there had been some sort of super-volcano eruption, in which the lava that burst out of the ground, over the span of a city or more, had instantly solidified to glass. It was a signal of the release of Hell on Earth and the pending apocalypse.

Somewhere through the narrative, I actually turned into Sam Winchester and - as in the show - was struggling with turning into a Demon, myself. This did not sit well with Dean Winchester (Sam's brother), and our relationship rapidly deteriorated over the course of this dream. Dean was soon treating me like his enemy, instead of his brother. Even while we were working together, and trying to figure out what was going on with the apocalypse, he was treating me with so much hatred that I, as his brother, was heartbroken. He wouldn't listen to anything I said, and responded to my every word with sarcasm, disdain, and the unmistakable sentiment that - had he the chance - he would kill me where I stood. We were no longer brothers, in his eyes. I was a filthy demon, just like the others, and didn't deserve to be on this earth.

What followed was an event that was much like a false awakening. However, instead of feeling that I woke up as myself, in my own bed (and world), I woke up as Sam Winchester, feeling that I had dreamed the apocalyptic event as another person (my real self). I was talking to Dean about how I saw the whole event (the volcanic eruption and the glassing of the earth) as someone else (my real self), and about how that somehow provided us with more information about the event. Of course, Dean, still looking at me as a worthless demon, just nodded his head and said "uh-huh", sarcastically, not listening to a single thing I said. He just wanted me Dead. Period.

The scenario ended with me trying to find access to a computer, so that I could log my dream (as I normally do, upon waking), while still in the character of Sam Winchester. My transformation into a demon had progressed, and I was now starting to lose my human teeth. They were falling out of my mouth, every few minutes. I would be in the middle of talking, and would feel them come loose and start rolling around in my mouth (which is a terrible feeling). It was only one or two at a time, at first, but then they began dislodging so rapidly that I was just start spitting them out on the floor as I talked. My voice was also becoming more deep and 'demonic', the longer the dream carried on.

Dean finally showed me where a computer was, but told me that it was in a room where I would have to be locked away, since I - demon scum that I was - was no longer welcome to help he and our associates fight the apocalypse. I was 'one of them', and couldn't be trusted (a scenario that actually played out, on the show). As much as it hurt, I agreed to stay behind, so that I could type the dream in my journal before I forgot it, while Dean and our allies went on to reverse the damage that had been done, without me.

(I woke up and saw that it had only been about an hour and a half since I'd gone to bed. After falling back asleep, another dream followed, which wasn't related to this one. I woke up after that one, and had another hour to sleep. In doing so, I fell back into a continuation of the first dream, where things had obviously taken a turn for the worse...)

"The Sixth Seal"
Part 2:

I was on my back, on a table, and still as the demonized Sam Winchester. Dean was now standing over me, trying to drive an enchanted blade (like the one in the show) down through my heart. I was fighting him with all that I could, pleading for him to stop - trying to make him realize that I was still his brother, despite the demon blood that flowed through me. He was blind with rage, though. Wouldn't listen. And he was incredibly strong. The harder I fought, the closer the tip of the blade got to my chest. Demon or not, I could feel my control on the situation waning, and I knew that I would soon be dead. I was practically crying - begging for my life through tears of betrayal - knowing that I would soon be meeting my death at the hands of my own brother, who couldn't see passed his hatred for what I was enough to spare my life. It was one of the worst feelings, emotionally, that I've ever had in a dream.

(I woke up before the knife actually plunged into my chest.)

"Lost City of Frost" - 11/15/2013

"Lost City of Frost"
11/15/2013

I was a rough-neck female adventurer (like Lara Croft), and I was leading a team of explorers through some snow-covered mountains, trying to discover a lost, mythical city that had been rumored to exist in the area. One of the people in my crew looked so much like Ben Affleck that I think it might have been him 'playing a role', as if we were all characters in a movie.  There seemed to be some sort of animosity between myself and the Affleck-ish character, as if we had some kind of bitter history, but, at first, it didn't seem to get in the way of our work.

We came to a ridge, high on a mountain, looking down into a wide, snowy valley far below us. In the valley, we could see a few small, brown huts, but nothing that seemed to match the description of the sprawling, mystical city that we'd been expecting to find; that is, until one of the members of my crew activated some sort of device which beamed, like a laser, down into the valley. The snow began to waft away like smoke rising from a cauldron, and in its place, we uncovered numerous larger buildings which sort of 'faded into' view, as if it were a mirage in the desert. Two buildings turned into 4; 4 into 8; and so-on.

We had found our Lost City, and it was an amazing sight to see. The kicker, though, was that we knew that this city was rumored to be inhabited by large, serpent-like creatures that burrowed through the mountains as worms do through dirt. What we didn't know was just how enormous these things were supposed to be. We quickly got our answer. The mountains began to shake around us, while we stood an gazed out over the snow-scape; large section of rock and snow breaking off from the higher peaks and  tumbling down into the valley. It seemed like an earthquake...and a powerful one, at that. Just beyond the city, far into the distance, we could see a massive, cylindrical body slinking its way through the snow like the curved spine of some great sea-serpent. Massive, really, is an understatement. The beast's body had to be at least a half-mile wide,  and the portion of its length that we could see covered  well over a mile in distance. Even as far away as we were viewing it, the sight of it was absolutely overwhelming. It was like nothing any of us had ever seen, and it moved through the rocky, snow-covered valley as easily as a sewing-needle through fabric, causing the earth to continue to quake and landslides to continue to fall, as it moved about.

(There's a large section of this dream that I can only remember in fleeting moments: ) We'd made it down into the valley, and had to explore the city without making any noise on the ground (obvious Tremors influence). There were more of these 'worms', but the others were much smaller - about as thick as a bus, and maybe a quarter mile long, each - and they were the main threat, once we were within the city limits. We kept to the rooftops as much as we could, and I believe we were looking for some kind of artifact. Many of the men (I think my character was the only female in the group) died during the expedition, having made too much noise at ground-level and been eaten alive by the carnivorous worms. The Affleck character was one of the first, but I never saw him actually die. I do remember one death, specifically, where a guy fell through a fragile rooftop and into a building. We descended quietly on the outside of the building, knowing that the worms would react to his initial thudding on the floor, inside, and we tried to help pull him out of a nearby window. Halfway out, though, he let out a horrific scream, and we were only able to pull the top half of his body out, as the other half had been eaten by the warm that had broken up through the floor, inside.

Later, I had found whatever it was we were in search of, having barely survived the expedition, myself. It was then that I was confronted by a man who blocked my path of escape from this city. It was 'Affleck'. Apparently, he had faked his death and laid-low, so that we could continue to do all the legwork for him. Now that it was done, he had planned to double-cross me and steal the artifact (or whatever it was) and claim it for himself. We got into a ferocious brawl which, of course, drew the attention of the worms; only the Big One came, this time. We quickly stopped our fighting and began running for our lives. The entire city, and the mountains around us, began crumbling in the wake of the alpha worm as it gave chance. The last thing I remember was trying to scramble up the mountain from which we'd come into the valley, fighting off gigantic rock slides from above, and the absymal jaws of the worm tearing up the mountain face below us.

"Beware of Aliens" - 11/27/2009

"Beware of Aliens"
11/27/2009
Dream #2

(There was a lot to the beginning of this dream, but I don't remember too much of it.)

There was a little, bad-ass kid - maybe 11 years old, or so - and he was trying to systematically murder all the rest of his family members. At first, I was watching everything in a 3rd-person, disembodied perspective and saw this kid stalking his dad in a dark hallway. He hid behind a piece of furniture and, when his dad came passed him, the kid lunged and shoved him over the staircase railing. The father fell to the first floor and died.

Eventually, I was in my own body, viewing things in 1st-person. The previous "remote viewing" of what happened to the kid's dad left me with a knowledge of what had actually happened, even though no one else was aware of the depths of the kid's dark side. I came into the scenario as a friend of the family (even though this was no family I know of, IRL), but I knew the kid was a killer and the rest of the family was soon to follow in death. I'd called him out on it, once, but everyone treated me like I didn't know what the hell I was talking about, and he continued to play the role of the 'Good Son'. From that point, forward, I kept a knife in my pocket and was very tense. I distinctly remember keeping my hand in my pocket too, and just rubbing my thumb along the back of the knife blade while I walked around...just waiting for him to come out of nowhere with something. Even though I wasn't a part of the family, I felt like I was now a main target, because I exposed the fact that I knew what he was doing.

Later, the kid and I were standing out on the pool deck. He lobbed something at me, harmlessly, and I instinctively caught it. I looked down and saw that it was a thick, green, plastic disc. Confused, I looked back at him, and he held up a joystick with a button on top of it. Immediately, I knew it was a detonator. Standing a good length away from me, he pressed the button. Nothing happened. He said "oh shit," and I knew then that he'd nearly just killed me, but failed. I grabbed what I believe was a baseball bat and held it back, stalking over in his direction. He backed away, and I just kept following him, brandishing the bat in strike position. We continued on like this until he had backed his way upstairs, into his room, and into a corner. It would seem as if my beating this murderous kid's brains in was inevitable, but when I finally swung the bat down, I redirected it onto his entertainment center, smashing various pieces of equipment, over and over, and shattering whatever was on the shelves. I wasn't really ready to beat this kid down with a bat, but that was intended to be my warning to him that I wasn't screwing around. Apparently, he didn't take the hint.

The dream (or my recollection of it) skipped ahead, and it was the following day, just at sunset. Again, the rest of the kid's family was nowhere to be seen, and he'd already mapped out his revenge on me. Somehow, the kid got a hold of a pet Xenomorph (The aliens in the Aliens movie series) and let it loose, after me. This thing chased me all through the house, which was very dark, aside from a soft blueish hue which could have only been moonshine. I don't remember how, but I ended up killing the alien, only to find out - after the fact - that it had already laid eggs. Now - usually - when Xenomorphs lay eggs, they lay a bunch of small pods, out of which one 'facehugger' larvae emerges, each. But this one laid about six very large pods - each one standing about as tall as me. (Don't ask me how.) I'd gone out to the backyard again, after killing the adult Xeno, and saw the pods around by the side of the house. This, I was sure, could only end badly.

There was a huge ordeal, out by the pool, around this time. I can barely remember any of it, though. Eventually, the eggs were hatching and - instead of one-per-egg - hundreds off these little facehuggers were flowing out of the shells. As if they were under his control, the small aliens started flooding toward me while the kid just stood by and watched. By this time, there was another person in the scenario, and they were holding a flamethrower down on the - still hatching - eggs. The entire yard was bathed in orange light from the fire, but it was ultimately having no effect. There were just too many of them hatching, so they kept flowing out of the shells like rice overflowing in a pot on the stove.

(I tried to pull up some movie footage of the facehuggers, but couldn't find anything good on youtube. They are nasty lil S.O.B.s, though.)

The first thing I thought was to dive into the pool, assuming they wouldn't be able to swim. Once I was in the water, though, I was proven wrong as they started streaming into the water from all sides, flapping their skinny legs across and beneath the water; swarming their way in toward me from all directions. Knowing that I wouldn't last long, being caught in the middle of this charge, I made a break for one side of the pool. I could feel the thick, stick-like legs of these things crawling up my legs and arms, once they came in contact, and scurrying their way toward my head. (If you're not familiar with face-huggers, what they do is wrap themselves around your head and shove a retractable shaft down your throat, in order to impregnate you with their own larvae, which then explode out of your gut/chest, killing you. Not my idea of a good time.)

At a point before I reached the side of the pool, I thought I was going to drown, trying to stay afloat while pulling these damned things off of me. Eventually, I made it to the side and pulled myself out of the water. These small-dog-sized larvae covered the entire pool deck, and just as I ran, they all shifted direction toward me, never stopping their scurrying little legs from moving in my direction. It was like watching birds or fish change direction, in unison. Running myself into a corner, I hopped up and climbed the wooden fence. Once at the top, though, I kind of froze. Everything outside of the yard was a dark blur, and I was confronted with the thought of all these aliens getting out into the rest of the world. I knew that I couldn't let that happen, because Xenos could easily wipe out mankind as we know it. I turned around and looked back toward my partner, trying to find out if he/she was making any headway with the flamethrower. And from my elevated position, I could see the true scope of the swarm of face-huggers heading racing toward me.

These things had flooded the back yard, and were instantly crowding their way up the fence and toward me. Faced with this moral dilemma, I instinctively sat down on the corner-post of the fence and decided to try to hold off the swarm until my unknown ally could burn all of the eggs, which were still bubbling over with fresh face-hugger spawn. 

When these things really started attacking me, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before in a dream (and I've been swarmed by a lot of things). It was an endless flood of them scurrying their way up my body. Their legs were like thin, bony fingers tapping their way up and around my limbs; 3, maybe 4 creatures at a time. I kept my balance, high on the fence post, while they frantically tried to get at my face, like zombies to brains. Sitting on this post, I did my best to fight them off, grabbing them off of me, one by one, as more and more ran up the fence and onto me. I could feel them all over me; some running straight up my chest; some running around my back and then up to the front of me; some jumping up onto my arms and spiraling them up to my shoulders before trying to jump onto my face. (Ugh. It's making my skin crawl again, just writing this. What a horrible feeling.) Whenever they would get too close to my face, I would grab them in both hands and crack them in half (like the way we crack lobster, when we go diving for them), and toss the halves away, readying myself to fend off more of them.

(This assault basically continued on throughout the rest of the dream, and I woke up feeling like they were still trying to crawl around on me. I tried to go back to sleep, but every time I did I just kept seeing/feeling them trying to swarm me again. So I got up, wrote down my notes, and didn't end up going back to sleep at all.)

"Four-finger Back-stab" - 01/21/2009 (Lucid)

“Four-finger Back-stab”
01/21/2009

Dream #1

(Lucid)

(This dream was amazing. I’d fallen asleep in my computer chair, and when I woke up, it was about 3am. I figured I could do a WBTB, and so I hung out for a few minutes and then went back to bed, auto-suggesting that I would realize when I’m dreaming.)

As the dream began, I was in an apartment, along with a group of random people. I don’t remember what happened in the very beginning, but I soon began to suspect I was dreaming. Walking over to the nearby window, my hand reached up to it, resting it against the glass. The surface resisted at first, but the window soon bubbled outward and my hand began to phase right through it. I now knew I was dreaming and put my other arm up, pushing outward and then walking straight through the pane of glass. Outside, it was a bit overcast, and I idly looked around for something to do. Immediately, I realized that I didn’t know what the [Tasks of the Month] were, this month, so I just tried to think of anything fun to do. (I kept looking down at my hands, all throughout this dream, which grounded me perfectly and kept me from slipping out of the dream prematurely. I also began singing that catchy “Dreaming” song, by some female artist I can’t remember, quietly to myself, so my mind wouldn’t wander from the knowledge that I was dreaming.)

I walked over to a small pond and brought my hands down in front of me, then raised them up over my head, focusing my mind upon the pond and trying to force a telekinetic jet of water to shoot up into the air. It didn’t work at all. I then focused my mind on the water's surface again, pushing my hands slowly outward, like I was pushing against a wall. A small hemisphere of water began denting inward as I mentally pushed the surface of the pond down into itself. While this was pretty cool, I tried to think of something better to do with my time. Nothing else interesting was really coming to mind, aside from a few lucid tricks, so I decided to go see what the DC’s I’d been hanging out with, earlier, were up to.

I walked back to the apartment and went inside. There were two cute girls and a couple of guys there, and I just chilled for a bit and waited to see if anything interesting would come up. Later, the girls were making some cake in the kitchen, and the rest of us were passing through, periodically, just doing whatever else it was that we were doing. I stopped by one of the girls and just reached out and grabbed a huge handful of her ass, kinda pushing her up against the table. She turned around and we immediately started making out. We moved from the kitchen and into the living room and were about to just have sex on the floor. The other girl came in, and she was the really hot one, so I shifted from the other one to her, and was about to have sex with her instead, but when she started to take off her shirt, I saw that she actually had six boobs, instead of two.  She also had a huge bit of stitch-work running down the side of her body, as if she had been ripped apart and laced back together. Needless to say, the whole thing kinda "ruined my appetite" for this particular girl. I switched back over to the other girl, and we continued to have a nice little session...

Later, it had gotten dark and we'd all gone outside. There was a man lying in the street, near a van, and a bunch of onlookers standing around him. When I'd gotten closer, I could see that the guy had gotten the top half of his head chopped off, as if he’d been visited by Sylar, from Heroes. There was blood all over the concrete, and the crowd was restless. A frightened woman asked “Who did this?!” and someone else frantically replied, “The Devil! It was the Devil!” By this time, fresh out of other ideas, I was in the mood for a good, lucid fight. I pushed through the crowd and said, “The Devil? Where is he? Which way did he go?” Then, I heard this loud, maniacal laughter coming from one of the balconies high above me. The man beside me pointed up and said “There! He went up there!” I looked up and saw a dark balcony. It was somehow more ominous than any of the others around it, and just seemed to scream 'EVIL'. (It was as if it was Halloween and none of the other balconies were decorated, but you just knew this one had a kickass haunted house inside of it; That kind of feeling.)

I jumped into the air and tried flying up to the balcony while everyone around me watched. I kept falling a few feet short of my intended altitude, though, and would just sink back down to the ground. I tried over and over, but just couldn’t get all the way up to the balcony. Finally, as if accommodating me, a large group of monsters of all type jumped down from the mysterious balcony and landed all around me. I don’t remember exactly what they looked like, but I know that they were all varied, and I believe that either they were all famous movie monsters or just some of them were. I began to square off with a few of them and wondered, because of their numbers, if this was going to be a little more challenging than I thought.

Then, I heard the laughing again, and looked over to one side. Walking toward me, through a break in the ring of monsters - and using his same old “damn I’m awesome” type of stride, with his hat brim low and his gloved hand held out to one side - was Freddy Krueger. He was grinning from ear to ear, of course (as usual) and I could tell he wasn’t here to make good on the promise he’d made during the last dream in which we'd met. He was here to kick my ass, with the aid of these other monsters.

I said to him, “I thought you said you were going to help me when I needed you, from now on.” He just kept walking toward me, grinning, and said “Yeah…I know…I’m a real asshole, aren’t I?” He then raised his bladed glove and launched himself at me.

I grabbed his arm by the wrist and spun him around, throwing him one way, just as the rest of the monsters jumped in at me, at once. The fight was absolutely insane. I was moving so fast, trying to keep from getting grabbed or slashed by them, that I believe my 'will to move' was driving the action, rather than me actually reacting to anything that the DC's were doing. I kept trying to use energy attacks, but they weren’t working quite right, and I had to keep up the melee. I did get a couple of telekinetic “pushes” to work, and there was one time where I squared off with Freddy and I brought one hand to the side, igniting it with a large flame over my palm. Freddy actually did the same, matching me, and we threw fireballs at each other at the same time, both of us dodging the other’s attack. The monster horde closed in on me again, and it was more close-quarters melee. It got so fast and intense that I eventually felt the dream’s stability slipping from me.

(I woke up from the dream and immediately tried to jump back into it. Staying completely still, I fell back asleep. But, while the next dream still took place in the same apartment complex, there were no other references to this one.)

"Taking Freddy to School" - 09/03/2007 (Lucid)

"Taking Freddy to School"
09/03/2007

(Lucid)

I was in a college stadium, near the top of the bleachers. It was pretty much empty, besides a handful of people scattered here and there. While walking through the bleachers, I began asking myself "...what the Hell am I doing in a stadium??"

After realizing I had to be dreaming, I became lucid and began running and jumping through the bleachers, performing high jumps from level to level. I was soon at the very top level of the stadium. I ran forward and did an impossibly-high flip with a half-twist, which carried me all the way over the bleachers, and out into the middle of the football field. Before landing, I had intended to make the ground break under my feet (because that would have been dope), but all I got was a massive BOOOOOOOM sound, when I landed, which was pretty cool, in itself. There were some female DCs standing around on the sidelines, and I went over to talk to them, but I don't remember our conversation.

Later, I was roaming around the campus at night, and came to a section with two rows of small buildings, set close together. I got the feeling that I was being followed and soon began to notice someone's shadow lurking around in the dark. Walking into an open alleyway, I looked down to the far end. Freddy Krueger was standing there, in his usual, arrogantly-casual stance. He slowly started walking in my direction. Having been about fed-up with Freddy in my dreams (we've had a couple of run-ins, by now, which haven't gone well for me), and since I was feeling a decent amount of control in this dream, I decided that we were going to have us a little one-on-one.

I held up my hand and visualized nails growing from them. It was surprisingly simple. They shot out of the ends of my fingertips, on command, looking much like his own. I ran in toward him; he ran back at me. We clashed in the center of the alley and had this badass, Kung Fu-esque, nail-to-nail fight. We were perfectly blocking and dodging everything the other was throwing - which was incredibly quick and fluid - and whenever we would have a claws-to-claws impact, sparks were shooting out from between us. It was so tight, and almost seemed like a live-action anime battle. Lol.

Finally (and completely unexpectedly), he actually gave up! (HA!) He said that I was damn good; that he respected me for my skills (I don't know whether he meant fighting skill or dream control skill, but I'll take it either way. Haha) and that he would now by my ally, and a sort of dream guide, if I called on him in the future. (Freddy Kruger as a dream guide would be amazing! Lol.)

Of course, I really didn't expect this encounter to carry over into any future dreams, so I just kind of said 'cool man' and went on about my way.

Sometime later, I had lost lucidity and was in one of the classrooms. Without warning, having been framed for something I didn't do, I was rushed by campus police. They took me down into a sort of school jail, where a few more people were locked up and I could await my fate. One of these cells had a door in it that was only about 2 feet high; It was more like a window than a door. The guards came in with another detainee and forecefully shoved him through the tiny opening, folding his body in half, backward - and apparently breaking his back - to fit him into the space. This immediately made me realize I was still dreaming.

I was lucid again. I wanted to look around for Freddy and started phasing through the walls, going from room to room. He was nowhere to be found, though, so I decided to go straight up and through the ceiling, since I knew I was underground. I phased upward, as high as I could, until I passed through the roof of the school and landed on top of it. Now outside, I took the time to look at my hands and stabilize the dream; my skin was all green and wrinkled. (I actually did this more than once in the dream, but I can't remember when the other time was or how my hands looked). Then, I went jumping from rooftop to rooftop, around the campus, which was a lot of fun. I landed in front of a sorority house type building, where there was a massive party going on. I went inside and joined in, and met some girl who seemed really familiar from waking life. Dunno who she was, though. Before long, we were making out up against a wall. Then, in a standing position, I pretty much just lifted one of her legs with my forearm, and we started going at it. I realized, after working her bra off, that she had three breasts (Total Recall! Lol) even though her bra had only been built for two. Awkward as it was, it didn't stop us. Sooner or later, though, something happened in the crowd that caused us to stop, but I can't remember what it was.

"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter" - 03/26/2007 (Lucid)

"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter"
03/26/2007 
(Lucid)

(O.M.G. What a morning...
Ok, first, let me just say, here and now, that I officially submit (this time) to Freddy Krueger! I've kicked the Hell out of Jason Voorhees in lucid dreams, a number of times, but have always wondered what it would be like to face Freddy in the dream world. I've had one previous dream with Freddy in it - that I can remember - but all he did in that one was glare at me, sitting lazily in a chair as I passed by him. After the dream I'd just had a few minutes ago, though, I hope I never run into him again; unless I'm fully lucid, and mentally prepared for it, at least.

I had been feeling kinda sick, today. I came home from work early and decided to take a nap, wondering if I could induce a lucid dream - seeing as how I never take naps and shouldn't fall too deeply into sleep.)

There were quite a few elements tied into this dream, but I only remember a few of them. It started off at my aunt's old house. My mom and most of my other relatives were talking about us all going somewhere together, so I'd gone into a back room to change clothes. When I came out, I'd already been left behind with my little cousin (though I can't remember which one); apparently having been duped into babysitting her. Some time had passed, and I later recall going back in the same room where I had changed clothes. Once I entered, I noticed the door had disappeared, behind me. I was now trapped. The room was completely bare, except for a small dresser against one wall. It took me a minute to figure out, but, once I opened one of the dresser cabinets and moved a mass of clothes out of the way, I saw that there was no back to the dresser, and I could crawl through the small opening and out into the rest of the house. When I got back out to the living room, it turned out that a couple of my relatives were still there (including, randomly, a friend from work, to whom neither of us were related). My mom and aunt were still gone, though. I had no idea where they were.

There is also another fragment of a memory, within the same timeline, when I was outside my aunt's older house, and my uncle Larry drove by. It was night time and no one really noticed that it was him, except for me. He seemed to try to draw me to the car but, when other family members saw him and started trying to get his attention, he and his girl (who was driving) suddenly took off, suspiciously. That, alone, was weird, but it soon got much, much worse. 

(Now, the scenery, toward the end of the dream completely changed. I still think it was still the same dream, though, because many of the same people were in it, along with a few newer folks. Mom and my aunt were still out on their unknown errand.)

The next thing I knew, we were all on a farm. There was a big, brown barn, and my cousins and I were running around on its flat rooftop, playing games like children. There was also a large swing set that was just a couple of yards away from the barn. Aside from that, there seemed to be nothing around but miles of high grass and trees in the distance. While running around on this wide, not-particularly-dangerous roof, I suddenly felt some strange, invisible force grab me, without warning, and fling me over the edge of the barn. While falling, I could see that I was dropping straight toward a rather large pile of old wooden beams and fence posts on the ground below. Aware that I had been on a roof that was a good 3 stories tall, I knew my landing was going to suck. Hard.

I crashed down into the beams and boards, helplessly, face first. My entire body was racked with a dull (yet potent) and throbbing pain. Slowly I picked myself up into push-up position, and could see that my blood was splattered all over the old, yellowed wood. The second that I realized the blood was gushing from my mouth - which felt like I'd stuffed my cheeks with a box-ful of rocks - I heard a loud creaking noise behind me and turned my head.

For no reason at all, the entire wall of the barn, nearest me, suddenly detached itself from the rest of the building and started tilting over...in my direction. The only thing I had time to do was curl up into fetal position before the heavy barn wall slammed down on top of me and broke apart, crushing me beneath hundreds of pounds of solid wood. I felt like I blacked out for a moment, but, next thing I knew, I was climbing out of the rubble while being pulled by friends and family that had been standing around during the accident. Some of my cousins - who'd been on the roof with me - were being helped too, having fallen when the wall (and, apparently, the roof) collapsed. As I got up, I felt just like..well...like I'd been crushed by a big fucking wall, actually.

Every bone in my body hurt. I had to stagger aimlessly, just to stay on my feet, and wasn't doing a very good job at that. By the time I stopped wandering, I was over by the swing set, where some of the others were recovering as well. My hand was covering my mouth, which was still gushing blood, and it wasn't until then that I found out why.

I had a mouthful of old, twisted, metal nails.

Not only did I have a mouthful of nails, but they were stabbed into my gums and my lips; every one of them twisted at multiple angles so that none of them would have any chance of coming straight out. Still in a state of shock after the "accident," I began twisting these fuckers out of my gums. It was, of course, THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING EVER, let me just say. I could feel them sliding through my gums, grinding against my teeth. I could feel every corner of twisted metal as I had to turn them in different directions to get them to come all the way out. There was no real sharp pain, but the dull pain (which is all I usually feel in dreams) was absolute torture, itself. Every single nail was agony - so much so that I had to practically stop and rest after pulling each one out, and there seemed to be no end to how many of them were in there - ten at the very least. There was a time where there were two left; pointed downward from my top jaw; positioned like canine teeth. I actually thought about leaving them in there like that, because I didn't want to go through yanking them out. I knew I had to just suck it up and get it over with, though.

Some of the people around me were trying to console me while I was doing this and, at one point, I came along one more, reeaally long nail. I mean really, ridiculously, unnaturally long. The more I pulled it, the more I realized that it wasn't lodged in my gums. I could feel it gagging me as it came up my throat; 4 ft - easily - of thin metal, covered in blood. Eventually, it got caught on something within me, and I couldn't pull anymore. I was trying to think of what to do about this when the guy standing next to me nonchalantly says "Here, let me help you," and grabs onto the nail. I caught a quick mental flash of the direction the nail was facing. The pointed end was in the other guy's hand, and the nail's head was still inside of me, which meant---

I screamed "No wait!" and the guy yanks this damn thing out of my mouth, ripping a huge chunk of bloody tissue from inside of me, hanging onto the head of the nail like meat from a fish hook. I practically collapsed from that feeling.

I looked at this disturbingly long nail, thinking to myself "What in the HELL is THAT?!" and sat down on one of the swings, next to a little girl that was in our group, trying to pull myself together.

Within a few short moments, the sky turned a deep, threatening gray. The winds started picking up. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, the chains on the swing of the little girl next to me started slithering around her, like snakes. She shrieked and the chains coiled around her limbs; her neck; her torso. They began raveling her up higher and higher in the swing, slowly constricting her. Crushing her. I jumped out of my swing as fast as I can, wide-eyed, staring at the horror beside me. Then, I heard that familiar voice coming from everywhere at once; Freddy - his body nowhere to be seen. He'd begun singing "Rock-a-bye Baby" all slowly, as the dying little girl's swing started rocking gently back and forth. Just when I was about to haul ass from this Hellish scene, I suddenly felt myself swinging, even though I was no longer sitting in my swing. It was as if a giant, invisible hand had picked me up, in a seated position, and was swinging me back and forth on its palm, in place of the swing-set itself. 

Instantly, I realized what was happening and screamed out something along the lines of: "Holy Shit, it's Freddy! I'm having a nightmare!!" and I could hear a few of the people around me screaming in recognition of his voice and name as they scattered away in terror. Now lucid, I threw myself forward as hard as I could and "fell off" of the invisible hand and onto the ground, picking myself up and running off to jump over a small, chain-link fence that everyone else was climbing before me. As soon as I vaulted over to the other side, I'd realized I'd had enough. After everything that had happened, I decided to throw in the towel instead of using my lucidity to actually try to challenge Freddy. The truth was: I was still in a panic and simply wanted no part of this nightmare. The last image I remember, before waking myself up, is of a lone figure, standing out in the middle of the grassy field. I can't specifically remember if it was Freddy or not but, by the way he/she was just standing there, watching us, it would only make sense.

(...I woke up feeling like I'd just been hit by a truck.

Looks like it's:

Freddy - 1
Me - 0

...and I'm ok with that. I'm not looking for a rematch anytime soon. =P )

"Fallen Prey" - 07/27/2006 (Chain)

“Fallen Prey”
07/27/2006

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

(Wow….)

 

My earliest memory of this dream was being at this lakeside campsite at night. There were about 8-10 of my friends and family with me, and I do remember that my 5-year-old daughter was a teenager in this dream. I know that there was a whole lot of back-story to this dream, but my recollection of it all kicks in after all of the strange shit started happening, of course. 

Apparently, there was this really weird guy staying in a trailer that was close to our campsite. (I believe the camp was in a state park or, something. Anyway...) Over time, we could tell that something just wasn’t right about this guy. I’m not sure what led to it, but, sooner or later, I had snuck into the stranger's trailer while he was out doing something, snooping around to find out more about him, after he had been giving us all the severe creeps. It was dark as hell inside the trailer, but I eventually stumbled onto his secret: 

He was a serial killer, and hidden away in a number of pantries and closets in his trailer were the corpses of other campers. 

Glancing out through the translucent curtains, I could see the man's silhouette. He was on his way back! I don’t know how, but I made it out of the trailer and returned to my group, to warn them, figuring I had gotten away without being detected. ...Nope. Not so much. The stranger was soon stalking us all through the darkened forest, threatening to kill us in ways I can't recall as of now. There was one point, when we were trying to escape on this really shitty piece of broken-up raft that was in the lake. There were about eight of us trying to fit on this one raft, and it was falling apart beneath us. What’s worse is that the murky lake water was ridiculously alligator-infested. So much so, that we had to actually step over the creatures when we waded, haphazardly, out into thigh-deep water, trying frantically to make the broken raft work to our advantage. Once I was aboard, a few of the gators began snapping at us, some of them taking large chunks out of the raft. 

While fighting the gators off, one of the people in my group (dunno who it was) suddenly dropped to the splintering deck of the raft. Dead; shot in the heart from the unseen assailant. 

More shots peppered in, around us. The killer was sniping at us from near his trailer, but we couldn’t see him at all because it was night time, and the trailer was about 50 yards back in the woods. As our attention went more to the bullets than the gators, another friend of mine scrambled into the path of one of the gators and was dragged underwater. Gone. This raft idea was not working. Even if we did keep the damn thing afloat, we’d be sitting ducks on the water. 

We pulled it back ashore and I told everyone to sit tight. Frantically, I sprinted back toward the campsites, zig-zagging, as I could see the sniper-fire sinking into the dirt around me - following me on my race to grab our car, which I knew had a handgun inside. I vaguely remember having a fire-fight with this guy, while running back to pick up the rest of my group by the lake, but don't recall the details. 

(I woke up shortly after this, and was up for about 15 minutes, before going back to bed and falling back into a continuation of the same dream.) 

"Fallen Prey"
(Part 2)

Those of us who remained alive had arrived home, to safety, and were shacked up in my old neighborhood in Texas. It wasn’t long, though, before we realized the house was now haunted. (I swear, I can never get a break :| ) 

It started off, first, as a few strange occurrences. Shortly after the initial weirdness, full-bodied apparitions began appearing. I turned out to be the only person who knew who these ghosts were. They were the victims of the camp-killer, whose bodies I had stumbled upon when I raided his trailer. Not taking the time to stick around, we all hauled ass out of the house. More and more ghosts were appearing. There were about 6 of us remaining, and we all ran to the car. CJ, my daughter (still an older version of herself, in the dream), jumped into the driver’s seat. Without even giving it a second thought, I jumped in on the passenger side and everyone else climbed in back. Come to find out, my daughter was a HORRIBLE driver (which is hilarious because whenever she’s playing my Need 4 Speed game, in waking life, she’s always crashing and referring to herself as the “worst driver in the world.” Haha.), and was constantly stalling out and had no sense of direction. We eventually got far enough away from the house to come to a stop sign and for me to say “Alright, get out, CJ, I’m driving!” As we switched places, I could see people coming slowly down the street. There were too many to count. ...The ghosts were still following us. 

I drove off and we went someplace downtown, trying to stay somewhere in public. There was this bar/pool hall/rec center place that we took up shelter in, but something seemed really strange about it, from the get-go. I was recognizing a lot of the people, here. One guy, in particular, was following me around through the crowd. I vaguely noticed there was a glowing, 2-digit number etched into his forehead. (Ever see the movie The Frighteners with Michael J. Fox?) He was a victim of the serial killer, and much of the crowd was made up of the ghosts that we’d just been running away from, moments before. 

I was about to gather up everyone to get out, but realized that there was suddenly no way out. No way to leave. The doors had disappeared and everyone - including us - was inside was trapped inside. Then, it all began to make sense. The puzzle was beginning to piece itself together. 

These “ghosts” weren’t threatening to us, they never were. They were trying to communicate with us, to tell us what I’d begun to figure out on my own. I stopped at the bar and looked at the bartender. He looked back at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, just by the look on my face. Not quite sure of the words I was searching for, I simply asked him. “I’m…..we’re……supposed to be here…aren’t we? I mean…we’re not supposed to leave….are we?” The bartender shook his head with a solemn look of pity and answered: “No….you’re not.”

My hunch was right. None of us had even made it out of the damn campsite. We were all dead – either killed by the psycho or eaten by gators. I have no idea which. Everything we’d experienced since getting back home (the haunted house; driving; this club) had been taking place in Purgatory. We were only able to see the ghosts because we were on their plane, and their fascination with us was simply that we were the newcomers. There really was no going back. Feeling about sick to my stomach, I sulked around the place, pondering over how I was going to tell the rest of my friends and family of the horrible revelation I'd had. 

The dream carried on a while longer. I let everyone in on what happened and, over time, we came to accept this Purgatory, each finding our own little niche. I'd found this room where a bunch of guys were sparring on a huge, elevated mat, and I started taking on a few matches. One guy pulled out a pair of foam-rubber practice nunchaku and started tearing opponents up with them. I think it was a point system or something because it was all light-contact (which is kind of ironic, seeing as how we were already dead). Some other guy then threw me two pairs of them and I jumped in, whirling them around like a professional and completely dominating just about everyone else that stepped up on the mat. Good times. There was also a huge gym somewhere else in the building, where I played volleyball. I sucked Really Bad at that, though, and some girl, who looked a Lot like my friend Ame, kept giving me shit, every time I cost our team a point. Haha. 

(That’s about all I remember, but damn, what a dream(s)!)

"Escort Servicemen" - 08/22/2011

"Escort Servicemen"
08/22/2011 

Dream #1 

 I was a soldier during a modern war, and we men were going through some sort of archaic rite of passage, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves capable of being their protectors/providers by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area - which was, basically, a live-fire obstacle course - reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. 

The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts that were barreling in on us from all sides. The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, while getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, and staggering through the explosions with bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas.

The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my potential bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This area was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage. The finish line wasn't too far away, when I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint we had last passed. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's; smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, and she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, for good measure, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed in the chaos, ahead of her, and she was left down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. At this point, I didn't know or care whether or not saving someone else was 'allowed' in the trial, but I wasn't going to leave anyone else behind.

I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.

"Looking for a Fight, and Post-Mortem Parenting" - 01/15/2007 (Lucid)

"Looking for a Fight / Post-Mortum Parenting"
01/15/2007 

Dream #3 

(Lucid)

 I was on a slightly-deserted street, at night. Someone was with me, but I can’t remember who it was. Suddenly, and without much of a noticeable cue, I realized I was dreaming.

The first thing I did was stabilize the dream by looking at my hands, however, I can’t remember what I saw in them, or whether they were even warped at all. My next order of business was trying to find the old, blind Chinese(ish) man, so we could finish our fight (which I had been planning on doing during my next lucid, while I was awake, the past few days). I remember trying the “around the corner” method of manifesting people, to see if he would just 'appear', that way. That didn’t work. I also tried to just make him appear in front of me. That didn’t work, either. Walking around with my friend, we came to where there was a store on the side of the road. Toward this store, walked some stranger with a black jacket on. I couldn’t quite see what he looked like, but I’m pretty sure he also had a beanie on.

While this guy was walking - somewhat toward us, but indirectly - I held up my fingers toward him and focused, trying to get him to turn into the old Chinese guy. The shit just Would Not work, and I was starting to get frustrated by it. Then, for no reason at all, the guy that was walking, still paying us no attention, walked straight toward the wall of the store that we were now standing in front of. Without breaking stride, he simply stepped up onto the wall and began walking, vertically, up the front of the building; hands in is pockets as if this was completely normal behavior for him. My “friend” and I looked at each other like, “What the fuck?” and then looked back at the guy, just as he disappeared over the rooftop.

Not to be outdone, I quickly levitated up into the air, stopping to hover just a few feet higher than the rooftop, which was only illuminated by a bright street lamp a few yards away. The guy didn’t even pay me any mind. He simply kept on walking in his straight line, across the rooftop, and down the other side. Still hovering in the air, my curiosity found itself wandering away from this character (although, looking back on it, I could have attempted to turn the guy into the old Chinese dude, and fought him, but I'd forgotten all about it, by this time). I decided to go off and just explore a lil' bit, so I started flying down the street, following this dark main road through a rural area. Traffic picked up, the further I went, a few cars passing under me. I kept trying to go faster but I couldn’t get any speed, while flying, no matter how hard I tried. It seemed the harder I concentrated on going faster, the slower I went.

Another car came, speeding up from behind me, passing under me and heading in the same direction I was. So, holding out one arm in front of me, I imagined as if there was a long rope tied to the car that just passed me; which had to have been going about 60-70mph. Even though it was planned, I was rather surprised when I suddenly picked up speed, being yanked by the invisible, imaginary string. Flying behind the car was pretty intense and fun as hell. I was only a good 10-15 feet off of the ground, and felt kind of like a kite.

As I was passing a bunch of houses that sat on either side of the road, something (though I can’t remember what) drew me to one of them. I “disconnected” myself from the car and stepped down into a landing on the front lawn of the unfamiliar house. I can’t remember whether I opened the door or just walked through it, but I was soon inside, and not even the interior of the house looked familiar. That’s why I found it all the more strange to see my Dad, sitting on the couch with his head back and his eyes closed.

Now, being completely lucid and knowing that my Dad is dead in real life, I didn’t really know what to make of this situation. Since the front door was behind the couch he sat on, which was in the middle of the living room, I walked around toward it, eyeing my Dad, suspiciously. I wasn’t quite sure what my subconscious might have had in store for me, but I walked calmly, prepared for pretty much anything. As I circled around beside him, I stuck out one arm and tapped him on the arm and said, “Hey,” to see if he was really ‘dead’ in the dream. He opened his eyes as if he’d only been sleeping and looked up as if he was surprised to see me.

He got up and hugged me and I told him that, even though I knew he was a DC, it was good to see him. I sat down on the couch next to him and then we just got into some conversation about how things have been going, with me. We didn’t have very many of those types of conversations when he was alive, so this was actually pretty nice. I lost lucidity during the conversation and vaguely remember a bunch of my Dad’s friends coming over and all of us having a party.

Things pretty much faded out, after that. I then “woke up,” still at “Dad’s house.” (I very rarely fall asleep and wake up still within the same dream. I find it fascinating that it happened twice in one night, as it also happened in a previous dream, on the night of this entry). I was not lucid though and remembered it was Monday morning, and I had to be at work. I checked my watch and it was 10 till 8:00. “Shit.” I was going to be late for work. I still had to go home, shower and change. I jumped in the car and, not really knowing where the hell I was, ended up driving a good 10 minutes in the wrong direction. I figured this out, eventually, and turned around, headed back toward my house.

There was no fighting it, I figured, and I was going to be really late, so I stopped in some convenience store that also sold hot breakfast like sausage and eggs; etc. I remember looking at the sky to see the sun coming up. Finally, I ended up getting home and, when I looked at my watch, it said it was already 9:30am. I was like “What? That’s not right. It couldn’t have taken me an hour and a half just to get here.” I tapped on the watch a few times and put my ear up to it. It wasn’t ticking. Turns out it was broken. (Or, at least, I thought it was broken. Instead of wondering if it being broken was because I might have been dreaming, I was stuck trying to rationalize why it said 7:50, the last time I looked at it. I don’t think I actually figured out that I was dreaming before I woke up again.)

"Trainhopping" - 12/02/2011 (Lucid)

"Trainhopping"
12/02/2011

Dream #1

(Lucid)

 

The first thing I remember is being on an elevated train. It felt kind of like a theme park monorail, in that it was on a single-railed track, and distinctly had that 'touristy' feel to it. Somewhere along our trip, the train malfunctioned - beginning to break down and lose speed - but I can't exactly remember the reason why. It was in this moment, when most of the people around me were reacting to the failing train, that I realized I was dreaming.

Looking out the window nearest me, I could see another elevated track. Far ahead, I could see another train speeding toward in our direction, but on the parallel railing which sat a couple-dozen yards away from the one our own train was riding on. Even in this short period of time, I could see that the train was moving insanely fast. It wasn't a regular monorail, but a bullet train. I knew, immediately, that I would much rather be on that train than the dysfunctional POS that I was on, now. With a pretty good sense of control in the dream, I levitated in the air and phased through the roof of my train, landing on top of it. I don't believe my train had completely stopped, but it definitely wasn't moving along at full speed. I could see the other train nearing us. Both of these tracks sat high enough above the ground that I don't actually remember seeing anything but an obscure blur of green fields, far below us. The oncoming train would be passing us soon, so I knew I had to hurry, in order to catch it.

When it did pass my train, I ran along the length of the roof; from one of the first cars, which I had been in, and all the way to the caboose. At the last car, I jumped from the monorail, in a vain attempt to clear the wide gap between the two of them. Of course, I fell extremely short, and I could feel myself begin to fall toward the ground below me. Again (much like the T-Rex fighting lucid I'd had a few days before this dream), I had to focus on righting myself, while falling.

I concentrated on 'pushing' myself forward, to turn my downward free-fall into forward/upward arc, wildly flying across the gap and just barely making it to the bullet train as it whipped by the failing one that I had been on, moments ago. I grabbed the outside of the bullet train - sticking to it like Spider-Man, part-ways between the side of the train and the rooftop - and then crawled the rest of the way onto the roof. The speed of the train made being on the roof very intense, and I figured it might be better if I made my way inside. So, slinking back around to the edge of the roof, I eased myself over the side of the speeding train, and phased myself through the window without opening the glass, dropping silently inside the train car. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after entering the bullet train.