"Resident Evil: Insurgency" - 06/10/2007

"Resident Evil: Insurgency"

06/10/2007

(Damn, I wish I could remember more of this one. It was epic. But, I was about wasted, last night, and tired as hell, so I slept like a rock. 

Anyway...

Apparently, I was a female cop in this dream. The entire dream was set in a massive police station, and was obvoiusly based off of the Resident Evil video game series.)

There was a zombie/monster outbreak, and we were all (the cops) fighting for our lives to survive this huge wave of undead/alien things that had swarmed the station. The station, itself - like all of the settings in the games - was enormous. It even had these underground chambers and tunnels that connected it to a few other buildings in the nearby area. If I'm not mistaken, there was another female that had some sort of control over these creatures and she was like my nemesis - or something - but I don't remember too much of that.

I do recall that, at one point, I had a Heads-Up-Display shift into view, in my perspective, which showed stats and items and would go from green to red, the closer one of the bigger monsters got to me. There was one scene I remember - when the attacks first started happening - where a bunch of the other cops and I were in a break-room area. From down the hall, I could hear explosions and people screaming. When they were getting closer, I could hear a deep voice saying "Booooom!" between explosions. Apparently, along with zombies and other creatures, we were also being attacked by the "Boomers" from the game Gears of War, who carry around triple-barrelled rocket launchers.

When this one came into view, it was standing directly between us and the armory, which held all of the weapons in the station. We all scattered, and I hid behind a section of metal lockers and shelves. From the other side, I could hear the deep-throated "Boooom!" and explosions as the Boomer put the smack down on whichever of the officers couldn't get out of the room in time. It was coming closer, though, and it was soon trying to squeeze between the small space between the wall and shelves that I was hiding behind. I was now cornered behind these lockers (which was strong enough to block the rockets, somehow) and this big, ugly beast was trying relentlessly to muscle and claw its way at me.

Some of the other officers started calling out to the Boomer, to get it away from me and, when it turned to chase them down the hall, I was able to come out from behind the wall and run across the way, to the armory.

I shut the door and began gearing up. I remember grabbing a few handguns, an automatic shotgun, an SMG with a sideways-folding stock and a kevlar vest, just in case.

Then, locked and loaded, I ran back out to join the fight. 

(It was fitting the vest on, over my breasts, that is the only thing I really remember that confirmed that I was a woman, in the dream. The dream was really long and detailed, and I wish I remembered more of a timeline, but it was pretty tight, nonetheless.)

"Slasher Movie-ish" - 12/12/2006 (Lucid)

"Slasher Movie-ish”
12/12/2006
(Lucid)


(This one actually started off exactly like 12/11’s journal entry, but it was so abstract - and long - that, even with my notes, I can hardly remember how all the elements came together.)

I was in the same classroom, same chair, and was having trouble with the same dude. I think we ended up become friends before the pencil incident even happened, this time. Again, most of the class went out and partied together but, this time, we ended up going to a house party at…my grandma’s house?

At some point, I remember looking for my uncle C, but was only able to find my other uncle L, and I think he was sleeping on the couch or something like that.

Anyway, later (and the weirdness begins...), there was apparently a killer running around. He was taking a lot of my classmates out, one by one, in standard “Scream/IKnowWhatYouDidLast/Halloween/The13th/onElmStreet” movie fashion. We spent most of the dream running for our lives; hiding; and periodically coming across the dead bodies of our friends, most of them gutted and/or skinned, leaving nothing but unidentifiable carcasses. We even started getting suspicious of one another because, even well into the night, we just couldn’t find who the hell was doing all the killing. Even so, I decided to stay with the largest group, thinking it’d be easier to look out for myself and each other. Some time during the night, someone that wasn’t in our group came running in (I think they were screaming, having just barely escaped the killer) and we all scattered, knowing the killer was probably on the way.

Most of us ran outside, heading out through the backyard. Coming away from the lights of the house, it was pitch black outside, and the backyard seemed to stretch on forever, like we were running into an endless void. Running from a savage maniac and into a space so dark that I couldn’t see the person in front of me brought about a sense of panic. This, though, also brought me to the realization that I was dreaming. It was a very low level of lucidity, though. I couldn’t even break the fear that I was feeling, knowing that there was someone trying to kill me (funny, how I can realize I'm dreaming but - when in the middle of an intense situation - forget how easy it would be to get out of, if I could calm down and put my mind to it.)

While running toward where I knew there were a bunch of trees standing, even though I could no longer see them, because the area was so dark, I didn’t even want to look over my shoulder, back toward the house, because I was in fear of what, not only who, might be right on my heels. I thought up a half-witted plan of killing two birds with one stone. I was going to, while running, charge up a ball of light between my hands, hoping that the glow would light the area while, at the same time, giving me something to use against this killer that I figured was right behind me.

I dipped my shoulders down, still at a full sprint, and brought my hands beside me, spaced apart as if I were holding a basketball between them. I kept trying to form this ball of energy. I tried over and over. I couldn’t even get a f*ckin' spark. My mind was just racing too much, and I couldn’t focus. I had no control, whatsoever. Then, just like that, lucidity was gone. The dream had shifted slightly, and I was in the middle of the woods. There was just enough light coming from [somewhere] to see a few feet around me.

There, in front of me, someone was leaning up against a tree, staring back at me. I could tell it was the guy that had been doing all the killing. The only thing I really remember about this part was that there was this strange black substance, almost like a liquid, with a soft green glow around it. This liquid was obviously “alive,” and it was swirling around this guy in thin, glowing strings. It reminded me of Spiderman/Venom/Carnage’s symbiote costumes, all thick and stringy, but with a green light surrounding it. It was going in and out of the guy’s eyes, ears and gaping mouth, and I could tell that it was controlling the man’s brain.

I wanted NOTHING to do with that shit, and I took off, running.

The dream shifted again, and it was day-time. I was now at my old Canterbury house, and I had some friends with me. Before I knew it, one of them was dead. The body lay sprawled across my porch, split from neck to navel, limbs twisted in an expression that could only describe complete agony at the time of death. We ended up back inside the house where we all came face-to-face with the killer. He had a knife in his hand but, with about 4 of us left, we were able to overpower him. I grabbed the knife and we threw him down on the bed. My friends pinned both his wrists and feet and I jumped on the bed and sat on his thigh, making sure he would go nowhere.

Having completely forgotten about all the supernatural shit (because of the dream shift, maybe?) I started taunting and torturing this guy (like I’ve always envisioned myself doing to one of these slasher-movie killers, if I ever got my hands on one - as do we all...) making him pay for all of the carnage he’d caused. In the middle of my (pretty damned satisfying) moments of terrorizing this guy, one of my friends looked out the window and said “Shit! Cops!”

There was no way in HELL I was letting this freak off, into police custody, so, with playtime coming to an end, I repeatedly stabbed this guy in the chest/stomach - I can’t even remember how many times – for about three seconds. And then we all ran outside to meet the cops and try to keep them from coming inside. I threw the knife down in the dirt, near the body on my porch. I don’t know why. I just sure as f*ck didn’t want to get caught holding it. If the issue came up, I’d just have to explain everything the best I could.

While we were outside, being questioned by the cops about the body that was on the ground, I looked over one cop’s shoulder and saw a car drive by, slowly at first. A mean leaned out the window a little and waved at us, smiling. It was the same man I’d just stabbed to death in my bedroom. He’d somehow gotten out the back door and was now getting away. I knew there would be no way to explain everything that happened, quick enough for the cops to do something about it.

Again, the dream shifted...

I was walking down the sidewalk with some friends of mine. It seemed like it was early morning. I was in about the middle of the group, some people both in front and behind me. I suddenly remembered the man on the loose and got a bad feeling. I quickly turned around and looked behind me just in time to see an unknown figure rush in and spear-tackle one of my friends into the trees lining the sidewalk. I ran back to them, knowing my friend was about to get slaughtered. It turned out to be a prank, though, another one of my boys rolling in the grass and laughing with the one that he’d just surprised the hell out of. Relieved, I laughed, turning back around to face the way we were originally walking toward…just in time to see another one of my friends lying on the ground, having been killed by the murderer, when my back was turned.

The same car rolled slowly by, the killer smiling enthusiastically and yelling something to me about how, sooner or later, he was going to get me (obviously excited about my having “killed” him once). He spoke as if he respected me as some sort of worthy opponent and, as he was pulling away said something about how he can’t wait for the sequel, suggesting that my subconscious considered this reminiscent of a slasher-movie, even before the dream was over.

"F*@#ing with Falcone" - 07/24/2009 (Lucid)

"F*@#ing with Falcone"

07/24/2009
(Lucid)

I was with T, and a bunch of other people, in some random neighborhood. It seems that Carmine Falcone (the mob boss from Batman Begins) controlled this entire area, but we were largely unbothered by it and were just wandering around his turf, hanging out with no real direction or purpose. One of the girls in the group did something that I realized was unusual - albeit subtle (I have no idea what it was, though), but it was enough for me to realize that I was dreaming. Just to confirm it, I took a piece of paper and threw it at the ground, then focusing my mind on it to cause it to levitate. 

Almost immediately after doing so, I sort of 'felt' a commotion, overhead, and looked up. There was a firery wreckage of a passenger plane falling out of the sky and streaking toward the city street. With nothing else to do with my lucidity, at the moment, I flew up into the air in an attempt to go 'save' the passengers. I couldn't get high enough, though, and it kept feeling like my body was being weighed down by the gravity I was already defying. So, from where I was, I outstretched my hand and, again, focused my mind, catching the plane from afar with telekinesis, almost effortlessly, and setting it to the ground.

Later, I had lost lucidity and was going to a football game with my group of friends. While there, I had a pen and paper and was thinking about skeching the whole stadium (though I don't think I ever got around to it). At some point, we took a trip over to the concessions area, and it was then that we actually ran into Falcone. He seemed to already know who we were, and he was putting on his tough-guy, trying to pressure us or scare us into something or another. During this confrontation, I again remembered that I was dreaming, and that I was in control. In the middle of his tirade, I held both hands up and, again, called upon telekinesis, swinging my arms in one direction and slinging him across the hall, pinning his back to a wall with my mind.

Grunting against his invisible restraints, Falcone started spewing off about how he had men going for my family; and about how I wouldn't get away with this; and 'blah-blah', but I just laughed at him. Instinctively, I turned to the crowd and pointed, saying "No you don't. Your two men are right there," basically attempting to will them into being. Sure enough, his two henchmen were standing right in the crowd, merely grinning comically and waving back at us. With some level of control exerted over the henchmen, I commanded them to kill Falcone while I went back to my friends, though I didn't stick around to see whether they carried out the order. Still lucid, the last thing I remember is making out with one of the random girls in our group. No other details, though.

"Shadow of the Bat" - 01/09/2007

"Shadow of the Bat"

01/09/2007

Dream #2

(There was an interesting bit of role-reversal on this one, as I’m hardly ever - if ever - rolling with the villains. Anyway...this one was brief, but awesome.)

I was in the backseat of an apparent getaway car, and we were hauling ass down a random city street, at night, after we’d just pulled off a heist. Fully aware that we were being pursued, I turned and looked out the back window, expecting a car chase with the police. Instead, I saw something else following us. It was impossible to tell what it was, however, because it was jet black and I could only see a few brief glimpses of it at a time, in the limited, strobing glow of the passing streetlights. Whatever it was, though, it was big, it was flying, and it was catching up to us.

The terrifying black mass swooped in closer, and only then could I tell that it was the trademark symbol of Batman: a widespread silhouette of his cape, stretched out with a rigidity that could have only suggested the memory-cloth cape from Batman Begins. He was gliding in fast enough to where he actually began to overtake and fly over the top of us. I leaned my head further back in the window to try to see straight up into the sky, overhead. Between the pulse of the streetlights, I saw the shape collapse in mid-air. The dark blob of a figure dropped out of the sky and smashed down onto the rear windshield, Batman’s boots stomping the glass right above my head and causing cracks to spider-web across the surface. He wasn’t able to break it, though, and he bounced back into the air, flaring out the cape, again, into the bat-shaped glider. 

Just as before, the intimidating Bat silhouette was chasing us. I don’t think he ever ended up catching us, though.

(I thought it was pretty tight that I never actually saw Batman - that I can remember -  I only saw his cape take and lose shape, and a small glimpse of his boots when he dropped down to land on the car. It may have only been a fragment, but this was one of my favorite Batman dreams, to date.) 

"Men of Steal" - 8/16/2019

"Men of Steal"

08/16/2019

(I don't remember much about this dream, but there was a particular fragment that stood out as extremely tense and cinematic.)

I was Superman, in this dream. There was some scenario going on, where the police force was working against me, though they were trying to be covert about it. Their distrust in me was clear, however I did not know that they were actively trying to take me down, as a threat, and that they were going through ruthless means, to do so.

I found myself in some random hotel room, at night, fully suited-up, and I believe I had originally been invited there by Lois. At some point, a large squad of SWAT officers - also in full gear - showed up. I don't think they exactly busted in, but they were surely unwelcome.

Giving the implication that there was something dire that they wanted to discuss with me, they asked me to have a seat, and I sat down on one of the couches, shelving my criticisms, for now. Lois had either been in a separate room, before they arrived, or they split us up for the purpose of the conversation. I can't remember which. In either case, some of the officers stayed out of view, presumably watching over Lois while the one in charge was breaking something down, to me. I don't remember exactly what the conversation was about, but there became this rising feeling of accusation toward me. Something was not right, and this was beginning to feel more like an interrogation than a discussion.

Increasingly, the air was becoming more and more contentious. My adrenaline started racing, and all of the alarm bells were screaming that something was about to happen. I immediately thought about Lois, knowing that, if something were to go down, this was not somewhere she needed to be. The lead officer seemed to have noticed that my attention had shifted to Lois, because he gave a command for his team to 'proceed,' and I could see a shuffling near the room where Lois was. They were pushing for the exit. I knew, then, that they were attempting to kidnap her - likely to use as leverage against me. That's what this whole thing had been about - a distraction.

Now, way passed annoyed, I was livid. I decisively stood up and made a push for the doorway...and the fight was on.

First, they tried to huddle together and stop me from advancing, which, obviously, wasn't going to work. Even though I was Superman, I wasn't exactly able to toss them away like gnats. It was a bit tougher than expected, but I was definitely pushing through them. Then, they opened fire on me, basically at point blank range. The bullets bounced off of my chest and hands, as I swatted away their rounds and slapped rifles out of a few of their hands. They relentlessly tried to muscle me back to the couch, and I remember specifically attempting to heat-vision one of the cops, direcctly in the face. (Although, it wasn't all that effective, because it felt like one of those "punching through water" kinds of phenomena, that often happen when I'm being excessively brutal in a dream. The result was definitely nerfed.)

Eventually, I fought my way through the swarm of SWAT officers and made it to the hallway, outside of the hotel room. There, I was met with numerous streaks of green light. The police had set up an array of lasers, strung along the hallway, that looked like something you might see as part of a bank security system in an action movie. What I knew, instinctively, was that these lasers were made of kryptonite, and I couldn't just run through them. I had to navigate my way through this laser trap, slipping around them without getting close enough for them to affect me. It was a tedious, frustrating ordeal, but finally made it.

The last thing I remember is rushing out of the hotel and flying over a bay area, searching for the kidnappers. It was dusk, out, and there was a large, shining city in the distance. Down in the waters of the bay, I could see an enormous whale swimming just below me while I hovered in place.

I woke up before ever being able to find them assailants, though.

"Spider-sitter" - 7/18/2019

"Spider-sitter"

7/18/2019

(I don't really remember very much of this one, but it certainly left an impression.)

In this dream, I was in an absent friend's bedroom, apparently charged with taking care of their pet spider. What I came to find out, was that this spider-was gigantic. It was easily the size of a small dog, with legs at least 12 inches or longer. (It was also much less cuddly than the one in the header pic. Lol.) For some reason, I wasn't the least bit afraid of this monstrous creature, and I didn't seem to have any issues with the fact that I'd been giving the responsibility of watching over it.

Eventually, though, the giant spider had breached its cage and was trying to scurry away.

Before even thinking, I lunged at the spider and grabbed it in both hands, knowing that - if I had let it out of my grasp, even for a moment, it might get away faster than I would be able to track it down. The moment I picked it up, the spider's legs began flailing around, desperately looking for something to grip onto. They continuously thumped against my forearms, trying to run up my arms and to my torso, but I continue to hold it at arms length. (That is what actually stayed with me, more than anything else in the dream: the feeling of this huge spider's legs trying frantically to crawl up my arms. It's enough to make my skin crawl, just thinking about it, now.)

I pulled the spider back over to its cage and shoved it inside, closing the door and latching it. Immediately, though, I noticed that the cage had a large hole in the back side of it, and the spider instantly scurried through it, trying to run away into the noteably-cluttered room. I lunged over the cage, again, tackling the spider and holding it up in my hands. Again, its legs flicked all over my arms as it tried to escape. 

Looking for something else to hold it, I found an empty pillow that was just big enough to hold the creature. All I remember, from the rest of the dream, is trying - unsuccesfully - to shove this thing into the pillow case. It was like trying to give a cat a bath in a small sink - a huge; hairy; disgusting-looking, 8-legged cat. 

(Again, just the fact that it was a huge spider didn't seem to bother me, in the dream, but I woke up pretty disgusted by the whole thing. Lol.)

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Possible Influence: My girlfriend and I have recently started watching Black Mirror, and have been jumping around between episodes. One of the last ones we watched was about a virtual reality experience that involved a recurring encounter with a giant spider-creature. Shortly afterward, I had rid my garage of a large spider, so I guess big spiders were in my brain, which is never a good time. Lol.

"Genetically-enhanced Penguin" - 05/29/2007

"Genetically Enhanced Penguin"

5/29/2007

Dream #5

(This one was just weird and random.)

The first thing I remember is being in some type of laboratory. These people had either created or "enhanced" a young penguin that was lying in an incubator. Somehow, I got the job of taking care of this little guy, after he was done...incubating? (for lack of a better word).

Later, I was in an unfamiliar apartment complex. I don't know exactly where the penguin was, during this part but, before I knew it, Ice Cube (the rapper) showed up to hang out and sell me a bag of smoke. He was pitching how good this batch was, to me, and I picked up a bag and smelled it. It smelled really good, however, when I looked inside, I could see that there were little corn kernals mixed in with the buds. He said something about that having to do with the re-plant-ability of the buds and how it would grow into some super-strain or something, with the help of the corn kernals. Haha. Hilarious.

Without warning, some psychopath came barging into the apartment and just immediately opened fire on everyone inside. (There were like 6 of us in the apartment, at the time). He missed me, but I went down on the couch and played possum, until he was done with his rampage. When he was through, I saw him turn the gun on himself and shoot himself in the head. He went down, on the couch, right beside me.

I don't remember too much more about that scene, but I was soon taking the small penguin home, driving around in a convertible with some girl in the passenger seat. Suddenly, the penguin stood up straight - all alert - as if there was some trouble coming. Before we could figure out what it was doing, it immediately took off into the sky like a missle (I think he even had a vapor trail behind him. Haha.) and arced over the rooftops of the apartments that we were driving next to. I pulled the car to a stop and we could see a light show of explosions, behind the buildings. The explosions then detonated in succession, in a straight line, toward the front of the complex to our right, which was a few yards in front of us. When the blasts reached the end of the block, there was another large explosion as the penguin came smashing through one of the buildings like it was paper, and back onto the street we were parked on. The explosions, that we'd seen a few minutes ago, had been shockwaves from the penguin, running so fast that he was destroying the brick buildings as if they were made of glass.

He came running back toward us and passed us, moving toward this huge mound that was coming up out of the ground, behind us. From this concrete mound/mountain, a swarm of giant bugs that looked like the aliens from Starship Troopers came pouring out. Their front arms were equipped with these whip-like tendrils and they were just pretty f***ing nasty creatures. We ended up getting into an insane battle, with these things on this mountain. This penguin was just zipping all around us, and owning these bug-monsters like some sort of superhero.

Sometime during the mayhem, I remember hearing weird, disembodied laughter. I looked up at the sky and the moon was a giant smiley-face that was laughing, and it melted and fallen out of the sky, as soon as I looked up at it. The laughter continued, though, and I was wondering just where in the hell it was coming from, because it sounded so familiar. My perspective then changed, and my view was suddenly scaling the side of a building, getting closer and closer to the origin of the maniacal laughter. When it reached the top, I was staring into the face of the Joker (from Batman: The Animated Series) and he was just cracking up, watching us fight these bugs, from the rooftop.

I don't remember anything else.