"Space Rebels" - 11/30/2021

"Space Rebels"

11/30/2021

I was in a small squad of about three or four rebels from the Star Wars universe, and we were scouring a desert planet, looking for items and supplies. We'd come across a truck-like vehicle, with a large, locked box sitting in the bed area. Upon prying the box open, we found that it was full of some high-value weaponry, which we knew came from the, now, nearly-ancient order of the Jedi. One of the weapons was an actual, bladed sword, but the blade ignited like a lightsaber, once activated, and it stayed red-hot for a few, lingering seconds, after being powered down. It was quite beautiful to look at, and was a pretty bad ass weapon, overall.

Eventually, we wound up getting ambushed by an Imperial officer and his goons. The officer, himself, looked a lot like Hitler - mustache and all - and I made a comment that he looked "familiar," which got a chuckle out of my squad. The officer didn't seem to take too kindly to my remarks (though, I'm not really sure if the Hitler thing was ever actually recognized by him, or if he just disapproved of my tone, in general), as a firefight immediately broke out, and we all had to scramble. During the fray, we were able to pick up some of the heavy weapons from the cache, and took to some intense fighting around this small, clay building close to where the "truck" was sitting. At some point, I remember some of my squad members and I would cross the lasers from our blasters (much like "crossing the streams" in Ghostbusters), and it would produce more powerful beams that would dramatically increase damage. 

In the chaos, I'd wound up getting separated from my team, and had to move cautiously around the building, to try and find them. I began to notice that random women and children were being positioned around individual, Imperial soldiers, to use a shields, and I had to fight around them, careful not to hit any bystanders while taking down the enemy. Rounding back to the front of the building, there was now a massive crowd of women and children, all looking absolutely terrified, yet seemingly unable to bring themselves to leave the area. I knew that they had been rounded up, here, as a distraction and as cover by the Imperials - who knew that our ability to fight them would be diminished by the potential of so much collateral damage. Their level of cowardice infuriated me, and I slowly made my way through the crowd, keeping a careful eye on my surroundings while searching for my team, so as to avoid another ambush by an Imperial hiding amongst the innocent. The closest "hostages," for lack of a better term, would always reach out to me, as I passed them, trying - as if they had been coached to do so - to make it seem like everything was fine with them, and they were simply there to welcome me, as if this had been a friendly gathering. I knew that this wasn't the case.

Eventually, I noticed a figure hiding beneath a shroud or cover. I could tell that the body was tensing up, as I approached, and I prepared to have to fire upon an Imperial waiting for the right time to strike. When I crept silently upon the shroud and yanked it away, raising my blaster, I saw that it was just another small child. He looked up at me in a panic, and when I assured him that I wasn't going to hurt him, he mad the smallest of gestures - almost unperceivable - over to one side. I knew, instantly, that he was showing me where I could find my teammates, and I continued my search in that direction.

That's all I remember.

"Darkseid is Coming" - 11/26/2021

"Darkseid is Coming..."

11/26/2021

I was part of a group of young-adult superheroes, and we were based on an oil rig, out at sea. Apparently, my power was that of super strength, and I'm not sure if all of the others in my group were DC Comics heroes, but I know that we were a world where Superman had been long-since considered dead. We had received word that the supervillain Darkseid was preparing to invade the planet, and we were doing everything we could to prepare for the inevitable attack.

The initial encounter, though, would prove to be a psychological one.

While his ships were approaching the Earth from beyond the stars, Darkseid, himself, was already far ahead, unleashing strong, telepathic attacks on each of us, at random time intervals. Every now and then, we would hear our voice in our heads, or see his visage looming in the shadowy corners of our compound. There was one point, where I was walking through a tight corridor, and when I looked over to one side, I could see a gigantic projection of Darkseid, standing in a far corner with his arms folded behind him. He was so large and imposing that this telepathic manifestation had to hunch over, in order to keep from being stifled by the ceiling. Despite his size, the thing that left the greatest impression was the haunting, crimson glow of his eyes against the darkness within the room.

This psychic torment was running rampant over my team, sending most of us to the borderline of complete breakdown, because there was no way of getting him out of our heads. There was an early, physical attack on the compound, by his underlings (though I don't know if they were his parademons). We made light work of them, but during the skirmish, one of our members went murderously savage and began taking on the rest of the team. Almost simultaneously, we'd gotten the alarm that the full-scale invasion was kicking off, on the other side of the island off of which we were stationed. The leader (and strongest) of our team was a lightning-based character who seemed very Thor-inspired, in terms of physicality. He decided to have us split up, so that a group of us could work on taking down our formidable, brainwashed ally, while he and the others went to engage with the invasion. There were at least a dozen of us, in total, and it took nearly half of us to subdue our teammate and to, then, talk him down from his rampage by appealing to his emotional side and reminding him of the strong bond that we all had within our group. 

After he was free of Darkseid's mental influence, we all dashed off of the rig and to the island, to join the rest of our group in battle.

We made our way over the water, by various means, and approached a large, unfamiliar temple that was settled on the coast. Upon our arrival, and after searching desperately for our team, we began to find the liquified remains of some of them, scattered around the temple grounds - one of them, after I'd tripped down an embankment and landed, on my hands and knees, in what I initially thought was a puddle of mud but turned out to be an ankle-deep pile of entrails and excrement.

After moments of sheer terror, I became completely enraged at this discovery. 

We continued our search for any of the others who were left, and made our way into the temple, which seemed more like the inside of a theme park attraction in its set up. I believe there was, actually, a coaster-type ride that snaked through the halls of the temple, as well, but I don't remember much of it.

Finally, we found Darkseid. He was standing, motionless and unbothered, with his back to us, apparently having just been waiting for us to show up. He began to make it clear that the mental attack on our teammate upon the oil rig was a rouse, in order to split up our forces so that he could more easily have access to our strongest, Thor-like member, who he'd planned to take under his control, as well. We, then, saw a platform being lowered, nearby, showing our leader being bombarded with rays of energy, as he struggled against them, obviously trying his hardest to resist the psychic onslaught from taking him over. 

Initially unsuccessful, though, our leader launched himself off of the platform and brought down a vicious attack on what remained of our team. An absolutely insane battle ensued (of which I can't remember many of the details), and it spilled out of the temple and into the city streets of the developed, modernized island. We were toppling buildings and causing unimaginable damage while fighting the head of our team, with Darksied just tagging along and watching the fray, for the most part. 

Eventually, though, we were able to break the psychic hold, just as we did with our earlier ally, focusing on the bond between us and the damage that Darkseid had already caused to our unit. Through no small feat of willpower, our leader was able to break free of the enhanced brainwashing from the interstellar villain...and he was pissed at having been made a vessel for Darkseid's dark power.

Instantly forgiven - by myself and the rest of our crew - for anything that might have transpired, leading up to this point, our head guy joined forces with us, once again, and we rushed Darkseid with everything we had. Again, the battle was epic. Darkseid was just beastly, in his power and character. Enraged, himself, at our 'daring' to thwart his plan, he fought against us ruthlessly, taking on a sort of 'street slang' in his dialect, as if he had been from New York, or something, instead of from outer space. It was really jarring but, for some reason, just made him all the more scary.

In time, though, we had begun to overpower him. The last part of the battle, that I can remember, was Darkseid having been pinned on his back, in the middle of a destroyed city street. Our leader and I were raining down tandem attacks on the invader. I was standing over top of his downed body, and the other hero would blast him with a maxed-out surge of energy. Then, in the moments between blasts, just as Darkseid finished screaming in electrified agony and began to try to lift himself from the ground, I would drop the hardest punches I could muster down upon his chest and face, smashing him over and over and driving him further into the shattering concrete beneath him, with every blow. The chorus of Darkseid's screams, the repetitive cracks of thunder and the shockwave-inducing booms from each of my ground-and-pound punches were echoing all throughout the city, and it's the last thing I can remember from the fight.

The last thing I remember from the dream, itself, though, was a "stinger-type" of clip - as if it were a post-credit scene, after a movie - of some random, industrial rubble being lifted high into the air. (Maybe the oil rig, from before?) The further it was raised, the more clearly I could see the red and blue figure that was holding it up over his head, proving to us that Superman was, in fact, not dead, and he was back to help us defeat Darkseid, once at for all.

(Just an all-out incredible battle. This dream was both psychologically terrifying, and so satisfyingly action-packed. The kind of dream after-which you wake up and just say...."whoa." I had a blend of mugwart and ginkgo before bed, that night, which I'd been experimenting with, periodically, for the last few weeks, and my dream activity has been pretty much off the charts. Lots more dream entries to come, from over the last couple of months. Just been a little too busy, over the holiday system, to write them all out, in full!)

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"Octopus Hell" - 11/08/2006 (Dream Chain) (FA)

“Octopus Hell”

11/08/2006

(Dream Chain)

 (That does it! NO MORE B6 and Calea, together, before bed! I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with the mixture, so I think it’s time to give it a rest for a while. Although, It seems I've said this more than once. Lol. 

This was a chain of 3 dreams. Each of them started differently, and after a period of wakefulness, so I'll count them as 3 separate dreams, with 1, recurring theme.)

Dream #1

So this dream started off in some sort of bar/restaurant. A friend of mine (who isn’t a friend I think I have in waking life) was the chef there and he was making calamari. However, instead of using squid, he was using these little octopi. (I wonder what’s up with the octopus dreams, lately?) So, one of these damned octopi (That’s such a weird word. Haha. Anyway…) that was probably about 4 inches high - when walking on tentacles that were, probably, a good 10 inches long - escaped from the cutting board and scurried down onto the floor. Fast little bastard too. So, the chef is like “Grab it!” and I went over to step on it, hard enough to hold it in place with my foot, but too soft to kill it.

The moment I'd put my foot down, this slimy, boneless thing immediately wrapped its tentacles up and around my shoe and squeezed its body out from under my foot. Then, without giving me a moment to process what was happening, it ran straight up my pants leg!

I was like “WHAT THE F*CK! GET IT OUT!!”

(Keep in mind, I’m on Calea and B6. This thing running up my leg was one of the most vivid - and unpleasant - sensations I have EVER had in a dream.)

I tracked the bulge moving quickly up the leg of my pants (I was wearing black jeans, so even though it was hard to see, it could feel exactly where the creature was moving), and I gripped it from the outside with my one hand. Holding this thing in place, while trying to figure out a way to get it out of my pants< was an equally unpleasant feeling as its tentacles were gripping viciously to my leg, trying to get traction and get out of my grasp.

What’s even worse is that, while holding onto it, the damn thing bit my hand with its beak, through my pants leg.

(Yes, octopi have beaks….and, all joking aside, it freaking HURT….BAD. It was like someone driving a staple into my index finger.)

Somehow, I was able to push this thing down to my ankle and yanked it out from within my pants. I threw it on the floor and the bitch flipped over and came straight after me, followed by another octopus that had escaped while we were trying to deal with the first one. I was practically tripping over myself trying to back away from them and I think the first one found its way back up the leg of my pants, but I woke up shortly after that.

(It was only 3am, so I knew I had to get back to sleep.)

***

Dream #2 

I remember much less of how this one started, but I think we were in someone’s kitchen. If I’m not mistaken, I was fixing myself something to eat and I went over to the fridge. I opened the fridge, to look inside, and (you guessed it) the Goddamned OCTOPUS jumps out, onto the floor, latches onto my foot, and runs up my pants leg before I even have time to think!

Again, I stop the thing before it can get up to my crotch by grabbing it from the outside of my pants - this time with both hands, I think - and the damned thing bites me AGAIN! (and, again, it hurt like all Hell.)

I woke up shortly after that.

(I know there was more to the dream but it’s been about 5 hours now, so it’s mostly gone. Anyway, I checked the clock when I woke up. Only 5am. At this point, I was reeeaally hesitant about going back to sleep. I was thinking to myself “It’s only an hour and change. I can just stay up.” But nah. I was too tired, still, and I’m not one to miss out on a few more mins of sleep, if I can help it. Soo…I drifted back off to sleep.)

***

Dream #3

(False Awakening)

This one actually began as a false awakening. I’d looked at the clock, and it was like 8:05am. I was mad late for work. So I jumped out of bed and started getting ready for my day. It seemed that a good friend of mine, B, had stayed the night in the guest room (in the dream). My little cousin, T,  was in the house, also. As I was getting ready for work, I started telling them about these messed up dreams I had, about the octopi crawling up my leg. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, as I’m explaining the dream, the same damn octopus comes scurrying across the floor toward me. I’m like “F*ck! NOOOOO!” and the only thing I could think about was not letting that little bastard crawl up my leg. (There’s a damned good chance I could have gotten lucid because of this whole scenario, but it was just too vivid, and the octopus had, honestly, freaked me out to the point where realizing it as a dream sign just didn’t freakin matter anymore.)

I don’t think it got a hold of me this time, though, and I woke up shortly after that.

"Nightmare on Church Street" - 11/13/2006 (FA) (Lucid)

"Nightmare on Church Street / First Battle with Sleep Paralysis"

11/13/2006

Dream #1(a)

(Huh…how freaking typical, that a monumental success with the Lucid Tasks of the Month would be immediately followed by one of the worst dream experiences I’ve Ever had.)

So, apparently, I was attending a college in this dream (that reminded me a lot of my old high school) and we were just leaving campus for the day. I’d gotten a ride home with two guys that I didn’t know (and didn’t really trust because of their “I’mma thug” personalities), and they said we had to stop in the hood they lived in, to take care of something, and then they’d take me on home. We drove around for a long time, through a really bad part of town (that I was completely unfamiliar with) and made a few stops. It was pretty obvious that one of these guys was pushing dope. I didn’t think all too much of it - having had some level of exposure to these kinds of situations - and just kinda sat back and waited for them to do their business.

We ended up stopping by some chicks’ house, in the middle of the hood, and the guys I was with started playing cards or dominoes or something, on a table outside, in the yard. They obviously weren’t too worried about taking me back to my place any time soon. I kept myself occupied by talking to one of the girls at the house and we ended up laying on the ground and chit-chatting with each other and whatnot. Sooner or later, I’d fallen asleep with the girl draped around me. When I woke up it was around midnight. The two guys were still playing games and the girls were asleep. I told them it’s about time we left because I had to be up early and I wasn’t planning on staying out all damn night.

They finally got up, and we left. Only thing was, we only drove about a block away, still in the middle of the hood, to where these guys lived. They got out and started to head inside. I was like “Where the Hell are you guys going? You’re supposed to be taking me home.” They said something like “We are home. You can walk,” and they went inside and locked the door.

So, there I was stuck in the middle of the damn ghetto, at midnight, without even a clue as to which way my home was. Fed up, I just started walking.

The streets were completely empty - devoid of almost any streetlights. To make things worse, the thickest fog I’d ever seen in my life had rolled in and brought my visibility down to about 50 yards – If That. Long-story, short: I wandered around, aimlessly, for what seemed like hours, and kept passing the same damned church. Every street I turned on; every alley I slipped through; and every route that I took brought me back to the same damned road with the same damned church.

This seemed to carry on for an insanely long time. It was so bad that, once I was able to notice small patches in the fog, I saw that the sky over the hood was actually a ceiling. I was, apparently, trapped in some sort of puzzle, and every attempt I made to get out of it warped me back to the same street. The church and some of the surrounding buildings lost all of their real-world color and took on a strange, funhouse-ish purple and orange tint, with tiny sections of color breaking through what would, otherwise, be nothing but pitch black and fog.

(I thought) I'd started to get an understanding of the supernatural nature of this place, so I decided to see what I could do, to break the loop. Instead of walking down streets, to escape the neighborhood, I decided to try one of the doors to the buildings lining the streets. I walked over to the nearest building and pushed open the front door. Unexpectedly, I walked directly into someone’s bedroom, as if I’d just stepped in from a hallway that was already inside their house. It was a tiny, nearly pitch-black room with two beds. I could tell that there were people sleeping on the bed (though it was too dark to see anything but their silhouettes) and, figuring that I was still in the hood, I remained as quiet as I could, in order to not be mistaken for a thief and, subsequently, shot. I noticed their bedroom windows were open and facing the opposite side of the house from the street I’d come in on, so I decided to give it a try. I went over and climbed out one of their windows and still managed to end up on the Same Goddamned Street as the one from which I'd come in.

Feeling completely hopeless, I wandered around in the fog, for a while longer, before finally waking up.

***

Dream #1(b)

(False Awakening)

(Lucid) 

When I "woke up," I was on my side, facing the wall. Relieved to be out of that dream, I wanted to roll over and check the clock, to see what time it was. However, I realized that I couldn’t move. I tried harder. Nothing. I was stuck, facing the wall and the only things I seemed to be able to move were my eyes.

(I’ve never tangled with any other instances of Sleep Paralysis - assuming that’s what this was and not just a Dream of SP - except for the light, easily breakable SP that I’ve experienced when trying to WILD. This was a whole ‘nother ball game.) I couldn’t move, At ALL. I began to panic. So many thoughts were running through my mind.

I thought of death. (Don’t ask me why.) I was asking myself “What if this is what death is like?” “What if the last thing I saw was this wall, and it’s simply etched in my dying consciousness. So, my final memory - this wall - is all that I will be left with to view, for all eternity?" Minutes ticked by, and I was still stuck, wondering if this was, in fact, what had happened. (I never tend to think this extremely, in waking life. I should have known something was up.)

I was determined to prove myself wrong so began to use all my willpower to roll over. I pushed, rocked, did whatever I could, to try to move, and I finally lurched out of my position - off of the bed - and fell onto the floor. I noticed that I didn’t feel a thing, though. My body was still paralyzed. It took Every Ounce of Energy that I had, just to move my hands. I clawed at the ground and strained to pull myself over toward my computer, having to drag my lifeless legs behind me. It felt like it took forever, just to get across the room. When I looked up at the computer, from the floor, I noticed that the monitor was black, which was odd because there was still just enough light in the room to see my surroundings. I figured the Power Save feature was on and I struggled to lift my semi-paralyzed arm up to the mouse. When I moved the mouse to turn the screen on, it came on as planned, but instead of my wallpaper, it was streaming with blood and chunks of human tissue. The grotesque imagery was waving, rhythmically, as if it was one of the Windows Media Player visualizations, set to Full-Screen. F*cking Horrible sight, when you’re looking for a bit of stability in a world gone mad.

Panicked, I drew my eyes away from the screen and slapped my hand at the floor lamp beside me to get some light. Nothing. I tried the other switch. Nothing.

That’s when it finally hit me…I was still dreaming.

After that, I finally woke up, still facing the wall.

(My question is: Was any of the SP I experienced real? Did I wake up in SP, struggle with it for a minute, fall back asleep and Dream of falling out of bed? Did I wake up in SP, stay awake, but have residual dream imagery of getting out of bed and crawling to the computer, while the paralysis I was feeling was the sensation of my true, waking world body, in SP? Or, did I not wake up at all, and the entire experience was a false awakening? ….damn….who the hell knows? I’d rather not have another experience like that, though.)

"Bad Moon" - 04/14/2008 (Lucid)

”Bad Moon”

04/14/2008  

(Lucid)

(I swear, it’s fun to experiment with B6 and dreams, but sometimes it’s just not worth the consequences. This was, easily, the most brutal, intense, violent dream I’ve had in a while. I’d taken some B6 and melatonin before bed, making the dream incredibly vivid (and painful). It also didn’t help that the last thing on my t.v., last night, was a werewolf flick called 'Bad Moon'. I was hardly even watching it. It was just on, and I caught a few glimpses of it, here and there.)

I was dreaming about an old coworker, Jane*. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, and we happened to start getting really close. At first, we were lying around, watching abstract visualizations on a huge screen - kind of like the Windows Media Player visualizations, but much more complex and engaging - along with the orchestra music, and it was very relaxing. We were settled against each other and beginning to fall asleep. Moments later, we were in bed, still listening to the music and just talking softly to each other. (This would have been a very unlikely pairing, in waking life, so it was actually kind of uncomfortable to me that we were this close, in the dream.) Nothing really happened, between us, though. We just lay there in bed, together, drifting off.

The dream switched to a third-person view, and I could see that I didn’t look like myself. I looked like someone else. I then saw this same guy - who had previously been me - with Jane*, in different camera shots, like a trailer for some dark movie. He was moving through the woods, and I could see that he had a strange shape to his face. Eventually, he came upon a large house, into which, he soon found himself abducted. Upon his entrapment, some sort of situation went down, and I caught an image of the heat from some kind of intricate furnace being pumped throughout this house, seeping through the walls and everything. Apparently, any contact with the smoke in the air made all of the people that already lived at the house transform into werewolves – the intelligently-speaking, but ultimately f*cking badass kind. The newcomer didn’t stand a chance. He was immediately cornered and torn apart.

I remember something about telling Jane* what I had seen, after the dream switched back to first person. (I never got another look at myself to see if I still looked like that guy or not.) She was immediately terrified, and struck with an ominous sense of recognition. She wound up confessing something about how the werewolves were real, and that they were apart of her family lineage. I don’t recall exactly how that explanation transpired, but I’m pretty sure that’s what it equated to.

The dream skipped ahead and, for some reason, I was actually entering that same house from the vision, earlier. It was still in first-person, and I seemed to be my normal "self," this time. I didn’t recognize the house, at first, though, so I wasn’t really alarmed. I had my daughter with me, and I think we were looking for a place to stay the night. Initially, things went alright. We met the owner of the manor, who had a bit of a creepy air about him – something like Bram Stoker’s Dracula, maybe - but, still, nothing set off any bells. It wasn’t until we were getting situated in our room, that I got another vision. I saw the network of pipes and tunnels; the orange light of a burner furnace, and the thick, glowing smoke being pumped through the shafts. Everything came rushing back to me, and I immediately knew what was about to happen.

I knew it would be impossible for my daughter and I to get out of the house in time, so I snatched her up from her bed and darted to another room. Miraculously finding some secret compartment in a wall, just big enough for her, I rushed her inside and told her to stay there, and to keep quiet, no matter what she heard from outside. Then, I pushed the huge brass(?) block back in the way of the hole. I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could from that room, knowing that, if I was going to be caught, I definitely didn’t want the werewolves knowing where I'd hid her. Passing the most unsecured hiding spots, I came to a room at the end of a hallway. It had a closed door across from me and a closet door in the corner. As a last ditch effort, I headed straight for the closet door. Just before reaching it, I’d gotten a really bad feeling that I’d chosen the wrong direction to run.

The very instant that thought entered my head, the door that was across from the hallway I came in through burst open. Inward stalked three huge werewolves, standing upright. I instantly turned around and ran back the other way, crossing in front of them and hauling ass back down the hallway. I heard one of them order the others to get me, and I could hear them sprinting down the hall after me. It didn’t take long for them to catch up to me, and they began mauling me, slashing and biting at me while I tried my hardest to stay on my feet. The dream was was so vivid that I could feel their bristles of hair on their bodies, and their teeth felt like sandpaper grinding my flesh. Suddenly, out of sheer desperation and panic, I came to a welcomed realization. I yelled out “This is a dream!! I’M DREAMING!!” ‘Elated’ doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt, just then!! After having been completely overpowered by these werewolves, I now began to take them on, no longer afraid of them. I’d noticed that, now, they had shrunk in size – to about that of Rottweilers, and now walking on all fours like dogs, but they were still incredibly vicious. My lucidity was still low, and I didn’t really have time to think, at all. These things were all over me, and they were just so damn fast, but I didn’t shy away from them anymore. They would tear painfully at my arms and legs, and I would pick one up and grab both its jaws, ripping it open and snapping its head backward onto itself. More of them came running into the room and, at one point, there were at least four or five of these dog/wolves on me, simultaneously.

The room we were fighting in had shifted into the joined living room and kitchen area of the place I used to share with my ex. Violently fighting off these wolves, I staggered to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher's knife. Things got really gory as I began slashing and stabbing as many of these damned things as I could get my hands on. They were still tearing me up, though – and make no mistake, when they bit me, it hurt. What made it worse was that these things JUST DIDN’T DIE. They were freaking indestructible. Obviously, the “silver” thing didn’t work with kitchenware because the knife wasn’t doing a damned thing. I would be tearing these things apart – cutting them practically to ribbons until I was soaked in both my blood and theirs, and they just kept attacking. In the middle of the fray, I picked one of them up by the front legs, and swung it down, back first, toward the back of a chair, folding its body over the chair back and breaking the wolf’s spine. I picked up another one and held a front leg in one hand, and a rear leg in another, and swung the beast down onto one of my knees, breaking its spine over my leg. Another one jumped me and I went to stabbing at it like crazy with the knife, finally breaking its skull by ripping its jaw apart, as I did with one of the first ones.

Finally, I realized that I had time to actually breathe (so to speak). The attack had lulled. I looked around the room and saw the more seriously injured werewolves still trying to get back on their feet. Now was the first chance I had to try to ground myself into the dream by looking at my hands. It didn’t really increase the vividness, though, because everything was already incredibly vivid. I looked up, across the dividing shelf, now that I was back in the living room, and I could see three figures standing in the kitchen. Three of the werewolves had changed back into human form…and they were women - very attractive women, actually. They were breathing heavily and they - especially one, in particular - looked absolutely terrified of me, which seemed to be the reason why they were hiding behind the divider that separated the kitchen and living room. The other - visibly mutilated – werewolves didn’t transform into humans, but they were definitely not in any hurry to attack me, neither. The woman in the middle began talking to me. I can’t remember what she said, but it was something about how I was like some kind of "monster," because I was able to take on all of them at one time. She had this sort of awe-struck look on her face, like she was standing in front of a god. The one standing on her right still looked scared shitless - as if, if I would have taken one step toward her, she would have broken through the wall just to get away from me.

The one that did the talking began giving me some sob story, obviously to keep me from killing them. She started going off about how it’s not their fault that they are what they are and do what they do. She told me about how werewolves killed her family before she became one, and yadda yadda. I don’t even remember if I was actually listening to her with any sort of pity, or wondering what I was going to do next with the rest of my dream time, but the dream faded in the middle of her monologue.

(I woke up covered in sweat, with only about 3 ½ hours of sleep, but I had to get up and write this dream out. It was already 8:30, though, because I didn’t go to sleep until late, so there’s no going back to sleep now.)