"Jason Returns" - 09/01/2006 (Lucid)

"Jason Returns"

09-01-2006 

Dream #1

(Lucid)

Some girl and I were driving down a back-road, somewhere, at night. If I remember correctly, I looked in the rear-view mirror and happened to see Jason Voorhees sitting in the backseat. The second I saw him, he lunged forward and started trying to attack us from behind. I think the girl was driving, because I was trying to fend him off from the front seat, grabbing his arm as he tried to stab us with his knife.

The struggle in the car caused us to slide off the road and crash into the trees that were alongside it. I’m pretty sure we were knocked “unconscious” after the crash, because I remember “coming to” (I use quotations because I’m sure losing consciousness in dreams is illusory) and it being dawn. The first thing I thought about was Jason attacking, so I started looking around for him, immediately. I looked out the window and saw him, strangely, just walking away into the woods, knife in hand, completely ignoring us.

The car was a total wreck, so the girl and I started walking down this road way out in B.F.E. (for those familiar with the term. Haha.) After a few miles, we came to this HUGE plantation-type house, in the middle of nowhere. There were a lot of people living in this house - most of them around our age - and they took us in. We made a lot of friends there.

Nightfall came again and, before I knew it, ol' Jason was back. I first caught a glimpse of him walking across a doorway or something, in some dark, random hall. At first, we were all being the victims, as he was trying to just kill however many of us humans as he could (though, I don’t remember anyone dying).

It was around this time that I realized I was dreaming. I rushed Jason and began attacking the hell out of him with punches and kicks, ducking and dodging the swipes from his knife - basically, kicking his ass all around the room, though he wasn't necessarily taking any damage. I ended off with a nice combination of kicks that set him up near one wall, and finished with a jump kick that sent him flying backward, out of the window of the 5th (or so) floor of this house. Having had my fun, I realized how he seemed to come and go with nightfall, so, I tested a theory and focused on the night sky, using my lucidity to will it into turning to day time. When I looked back out the window, and the now-sunlit yard, Jason was heading off down the road, into the woods again, away from us.

During the day, fading in an out of lucidity, I remember telling people about the previous Jason lucid dream I'd had, and even about the strange coincidence of having the dream before having to take my daughter to her school because she missed the bus, the next day, and her school being named “Crystal Lake.” (Which is the actual name of her school, in waking life, and, of course, the name of the setting of the Jason movies).

After a while, feeling strong lucidity again, and having been doing stuff like looking at my hands throughout the day, (still within the dream) I got tired of going with the flow and decided to have some more fun.

I looked at the sky, outside, and focused again, watching it change as I made the day melt into night, once more. No sooner did the sky grow dark than I saw the large black silhouette roaming through the hallways. He was back, just as I’d expected. I hid behind a doorframe, as Jason came stalking into a room where a bunch of us were (earlier) sitting around and talking. Some of the people started freaking out, and then I came up and rushed Jason from behind, and we started fighting again. I kept kicking his ass and he kept trying to slice me, but I was just too fast for him. Suddenly, the DreamViews Lucid Task of the Month popped into my head, even though the last day for it was yesterday, and I thought about how I wished I’d ripped his heart out, last time I dreamed of fighting him, to complete the task, but didn't. (The task of the month, at the time, was to try to rip someone's heart out - even your own. Then, report back to the forums what happened. We had a good sense of humor about these tasks. Lol.)

So, not wanting the miss the chance - while in the middle of a punch combination - I suddenly stiffened my fingers straight into a knife-handed strike formation and jabbed them deep into his chest, feeling them tear through his soiled leather jacket, his flesh and bone. Inside, I curled my fingers into a fist and yanked them back out.

Buuuuuut (there’s always a “but.”), I found out that he had no heart. When I opened my fist, there was nothing but a strange ball of bright white light. It was like his soul.

I sat there wondering what the hell to do with it. My first impulse was to just eat it (don’t ask me why) but I decided against it, somehow getting the feeling that I didn’t want Jason Voorhees’s soul rattling around inside of me. Call me crazy.

Can’t remember what I did with it, but I remember turning night into day again, so I think it just disappeared along with Jason’s body.

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

"Arachnoception" - 11/15/2010 (Lucid + FAs)

"Arachnoception"

11/15/2010

(Lucid+FAs)

(Got a lucid dream for my birthday. Just wish it would have been a more pleasant one. Usually, I will count false awakenings as separate dreams, but since this is all so continuous, and had such a "dreams within dreams" feeling, I will count it as one.

Having just gotten a copy of Inception, I decided to watch it last night, while going to bed, to try to induce something Inception-related. Seems like I got more than I bargained for...)

I can barely remember the early parts of this dream, but I was driving through DeLand, with JH. We were taking the road that passes the landfill, on the way back over to my side of town. For some reason, though, we had to take a detour through the landfill. While driving through it, we apparently stumbled upon some kind of criminal(?) element and were dragged out of the car, at gunpoint. We were taken inside the facility, and the only thing I remember, here, is that I was in what I think was a bathroom, and I got attacked by some sort of creature. It was about the size of a rat, and I believe its body wasn't actually organic. It seemed to be something of a shell, made out of what I think was a child's toy. From within the object, spider-leg-like tendrils protruded, which served as both legs and powerful pincers. It reminded me a lot of the creeping coffins, from "Lords of Shadow" (which I have been playing, lately), except much smaller in size. I had to fight like hell, to keep this thing off of me, but I eventually got away from it. Not much longer after that, the cops showed up and raided the compound, starting a huge firefight. In the fray, we were able to escape, and I vaguely remember a random, small dog being killed, during the fight.

[False Awakening #1]

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, in my bed. It was still night out, and 'Inception' was still playing on my computer. After a moment, I stepped out of bed, and I was immediately ambushed by the "creeping toy" creature, from the previous dream. It came from out of nowhere and ran up my leg, biting and scratching with its pinchers/legs. This thing fought with all the ferocity of a rabid squirrel, and I could not get it off of me. My leg was getting mangled by the little creature, and it hurt like Hell.

[False Awakening #2]

Once again, though, I woke up in my bed. The pest from the dream was nowhere in sight. However, this time, I got out of bed and was met with a dull pain in my leg. Switching on the light, I saw that my leg had bruises in like 6 different places, and it was throbbing. My muscles were progressively tightening, and I could instantly tell that there was venom running through it. I was so confused, though. I knew it had to have been a dream. Right? Hobbling out of bed, I made my way over to my mom's side of the house, surprised to see that she was up this early. My leg was growing worse, when I showed her - dark, black spots showing up, and the skin tightening to where you could start to see the shapes of the tendons. She kind of shrugged it off, and said it would be ok if I just didn't mess with it. More bewildered about the whole thing, than anything else, I just walked back to my room and went back to bed.

[False Awakening #3]

And, once again, I awoke in my bed. The pain in my leg was gone, as was any sign of the bruises. So, naturally, I assumed that it had all just been a dream. But, again, just as I stepped out of bed, I was attacked by the creature from the "previous" dream. It scurried up through my robe and around my back. It never bit me, this time, but its steps were like thousands of thick fingernail jabs, themselves, scrambling all around the upper part of my body. I was able to get a hold of the thing and grab its "legs," holding them open so that they couldn't form the pincers that they had, before. This thing was strong, like a tiny bear trap, but I held the tendrils open, again making my way to show it to my mom. By this time, I didn't know WTF was going on, and I just wanted to know that I wasn't going crazy. On my way out of my room, I passed my pet dog...oblivious to the fact that I don't actually have a pet dog. I did, however, think that it was strange that I recognized the dog as the little dog who'd gotten killed, in the "first" dream. Unfortunately, I already had my hands full, and I didn't stop long enough to realize this as a dream sign. Instead, I took the creature over to my mom's room to show her. She looked down at my hands, then back up at me, then back down at my hands. She said..."that's just dead skin," with a confused look of concern on her face. I looked down, and saw that she was right. I was just holding a handful of what looked like gator hide.

By this time, I thought I'd completely lost my mind. Apparently, my mom did, too. She cocked an eyebrow at me and said "Uhh...I have some pills or something...if you need them?" implying that she was afraid I'd completely cracked. Puzzled beyond all hope, I just turned around and walked back to my room. I kept thinking about 'Inception' and that, maybe, the idea had somehow been planted into my mind that this spider-thing existed, when it really didn't. I just felt really defeated by my lack of understanding of the whole thing, and I just went back to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was the middle of the day. I was talkin with some guys I was unfamiliar with, whom my mom had let into the house. Throughout the time they were here, we'd gotten into smoking. We pretty much just hung around the house for a while, and I tried telling them about the dreams I'd been having lately - about the crazy little monster thing. Nobody seemed all that interested, though. Later, the same guys and I were heading out, somewhere. We'd gotten into the car, when one of them said he left something inside the house, tossing a huge bag of smoke into the car, before walking back to get whatever it was. I kept yelling at him to hurry up, because I didn't want to be just sitting here, with the huge sack in the car. He was just taking his sweet time, though, and it was annoying the hell out of me.

Of course, just as I was beginning to suspect there might be cops nearby, I heard "WOOP-WOOP," a siren barking at us from behind. I actually can't remember if I was driving or not, but we sped off, down the road, with the cops chasing us. We were driving in a slick sports car, and just hauling ass, but they were catching up. (Been playing a bit of Grand Theft Auto, also. Haha.) The guy next to me started freaking out and dumping all kinds of contraband out the window - everything from weed to small bags of cocaine which I didn't even know were in the car. In a quick, 3rd-person view, I saw the white powder blowing all over the people on the sides of the road. It was actually pretty hilarious. Suddenly, back in first-person, I got an idea. We pulled over, and I waited for the cops to come within a stone's-throw from our tail, before chucking a bag of coke at their windshield, at the last moment. It blotted out most of the glass, and they ended up swerving to miss our car and crashing into some nearby pedestrians. Then, for the first time, after all of this chaos, I realized just how absurd all of this actually was. I realized that this had to be a dream.

The other guy in the car was still freaking out, telling me that we had to get the hell out of there. I just laughed and told him to relax, stepping over to the crashed police SUV. Gathering all my focus, I reached a fist up over my head and swung it downward, trying to destroy the engine block, like I'd done to other cars, in previous lucid dreams. This time, though, I was only able to dent the hood. It was a little more superhuman than waking life, but not what I expected. I tried a few more times, swinging heavy punches at the hood and grille, but I couldn't get any more damage than about what a baseball bat might have done. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy with this. I was determined, though. I kept thinking that the cops might try to shoot me, through the windshield, but I was already prepared to either dodge the bullets or just let them hit me. Thinking that there had to be some other way to get through to the engine, the idea just kind of struck me: A light-saber! I had never created one, while lucid, so I figured that this would be a good time to try. Holding my hands up, beside me, as if gripping a sword, I tried to materialize the weapon out of thin air, imaging it growing to length. Nothing happened, though. The dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time controlling it.

As if by my cue, the cop in the passenger seat held up a blue light-saber of his own, grinning behind the powder-covered windshield. Now, even more determined to have one, I made a motion as if it was already in my hand, stabbing directly at the grille while trying hard to visualize the weapon coming into existence. Finally, I saw the orange glow. The tip of the blazing saber burned into the grill like it was paper, eating through the metal and sinking further into the engine block. I gave a quick tug of my arms, drawing the blade sideways and widening the hole, completely putting the truck out of commission. My accomplice and I then hopped back in the car and prepared to take off again but, instead, I simply woke up for real.

(After a few reality checks - which I should have done, the first few times I 'woke up' - I got up and started jotting notes down.

This felt like a B6-enhanced dream - very vivid and chaotic - but I didn't take any B6 before bed. Most likely, it was the Reese's Cups I ate, late last night. It would have been nice to just have had a bad-ass lucid, but all that shit with the spider-creature-thing just made the whole thing unpleasant. It was still early as hell, but I didn't bother going back to sleep, after this one.)

"Candyman is Coming" - 05/06/2009

"Candyman Is Coming" 

05/06/2009

Dream #1

I was a detective, in this dream, and I was investigating a recent wave of deaths that were being blamed on the fabled "Candyman" (from the movie - but, in the dream, it was like the movie didn't exist, and he was an actual urban legend). I remember a brief period of riding around the city on a motorcycle, trying to get to these crime scenes as quickly as I could, so that I could either prove or disprove Candyman's existence. I don't recall much of the riding, but I know that I had a really fast bike, and I would sometimes take the turns by squeezing the front brake for stability and gunning the engine so the rear tire skid as it spun, kicking the back end of the bike out to drift around the tight corners at high speed. Every time I would show up at the scene after a call, though, it would be too late. The person would already be dead, and the killer would be nowhere in sight. All of the deaths were gruesome. The victims were all either gutted completely or just gored beyond recognition. The puncture wounds and lacerations all seemed as though they actually could have come from the Candyman's hook, though I remained skeptical of the supernatural implications of the murders.

Later, there was a pattern shown to be forming, and people who were dying were all known to have come down with a certain type of illness before their brutal deaths. They would all be sick to their stomachs, nauseated, and disoriented. It was really the only piece of information that I had, aside from the bodies, themselves. I ended up going to a multi-story building that was a mixture between a high-rise apartment building, and what kind of reminded me of my old office at B&B. I had raced there as fast as I could, and had shown up (in what must have been) seconds after another murder. While I was going around and questioning some of the people in the building, I started to get this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

At first, I didn't know what it was, and I continued doing my job. Then, it began to grow more and more severe, until I was practically doubled over, holding my gut. I felt the urge to leave the office, immediately, and started looking for the stairs. The more I looked around for them, the more I began to realize that I was lost. I was so disoriented that it was like the building was shifting, and the stairs were nowhere to be found. Anxiety and claustrophobia were creeping in, and I was frantically searching for a way out, but it seemed as if I was going through the same hallways over and over. I knew that something was definitely wrong, not only with my condition, but with the entire situation.

Moving through one of the hallways, I started thinking about the murders - and the urban legend. "There's no way," I thought to myself. I wasn't even going to begin to take the possible connection seriously - that is until the florescent light above me suddenly  shorted out. I kept moving, feeling sick, trying to find my way out of this maze of corners and doors, and as I ran, more and more lights over my head started flickering and bursting into showers of white sparks. I noticed that the trail of malfunctioning lights was actually following me, strobing or darkening patches of only the hallways I ran through. I began getting the feeling that I was being followed, and the sickness in my stomach was getting worse. There was no doubt in my mind, by now, that the Candyman stories were real, and that he was coming after me.

I was finally able to find a winding stairwell and ran down it, flickering lights following me the whole way. When I got down to the bottom floor, I still found myself running through hallway after hallway, all of them seeming to double back on themselves, just as they had done on the levels above. Now, my relationship with this building somehow changed, and I knew that I actually had my own room behind one of these doors. It was now more like an apartment building than the office setting that was more dominant, upstairs. The last thing I remember is getting to my door and it being locked from the inside. I kept trying as hard as I could to pull it open, feeling death looming in on me, all of the lights around me strobing wildly, as if the ghostly killer would be showing up any second.

That's all, though.

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"Don't Drink and Drive" - 10/24/2007

"Don't Drink and Drive"

10/24/2007 

Dream #1

My mom's boyfriend and I were driving home from Daytona, and we were wasted. It was his car and he was driving (though he is not one to drive drunk), so I was laying down in the passenger side, dozing off. We ended up riding through the hood, and I noticed that he wasn't stopping at the stop signs. I could feel that he was just rolling through them and, sometimes, not even slowing down for them while making turns. I started telling him to watch what he was doing, because we were going to get stopped by the police. He just laughed it off and said that he was fine and knew what he was doing. However, he just continued driving recklessly, running signs and not seeming to know where the hell he was going. I was still finding it hard not to doze off, though. We pulled up to a wide cul-de-sac, and he was talking to a large crowd of people. Some random girls kept leaning in the window and trying to talk to me, but I wasn't paying them any attention.  Soon, we were back in motion, and his blatant, drunken carelessness was starting to get to me. I told him he needed to watch what the hell he was doing and no sooner did I say that, than he ran directly into the back of a parked car. The car rolled forward, as if in neutral, and slammed into a house across the street.

I told him "That's it, I'm driving. Get out," and we switched places. Now, behind the wheel, I started trying to find my way out of the neighborhood and then noticed that I was having a hard time working the brakes. It seemed like - whenever I tried to hit the brakes with my right foot - my foot would phase right through the pedal, or it would be missing, completely. It took me a few tries - and a few ran stop signs - to figure out that I had to use my left foot for them, as if I was working a clutch. We came back around to wide street, where a bunch of thugs were hanging out. One of them had a really nice car, and there was another that was blocking the opposite side of the road, a few feet behind the first. I had to try to squeeze between these cars but, when I came upon them, I used my right foot again, and it went through the brakes. Unable to stop, I scraped our way up against the entire driver's side of the nicer car, completely ruining it. It was like an old impala or something, that was utterly pimped-out, and I'd just destroyed it. Having no second thoughts about not stopping, I hit the gas and took off.

We weaved through the neighborhood, and I saw a cluster of police lights, up ahead. I turned down another street, and then another, trying to get around the cops. When I came upon the next intersection, though, they were already coming my way, from one side. I tried to stop at the stop sign but, again, I used my right foot, which went right through the brake pedal as if it didn't exist, and we rolled through the stop sign, almost hitting a lady cop on her motorcycle, in the middle of the crossroads. Both vehicles came to a stop, and she got off of her bike. She didn't seem the least bit upset, though, and we just started making some small talk. Somewhere during conversation, our car had inadvertently turned into a motorcycle, with me in the front, and Mom's boyfriend behind me. (But, of course, I didn't notice this other, massive dream-sign. 😒)

She treated us like we were ridiculously cool, though, and ended up giving us the cheesy "finger-guns," gesture, when she walked back to her motorcycle. When she got back on, she looked back at us and said something like "You know...when I do this to someone" (and she did the finger-guns again), "I usually expect to get it back." The way she said it implied that she knew that we were really nervous about something. I quickly recovered and said "...oh...well, you know, in this part of town, doing this (I did the finger-guns back) to anybody could get you killed...especially to the police." She laughed a little at that and said, knowingly, "You two be careful." I could tell, without a doubt, that she knew we were drunk.

She drove off, though, and we went home.

Last Night's Dreams, in One Sentence - 9/27/2020

"Suele" - 09/09/2007

"Suele"

09/09/2007

Dream #2

I was sitting in my backyard with Jamie (an attractive ex co-worker). We were just hanging around, drinking and talking, while I played my acoustic guitar. Sooner or later, I'd started getting kinda flirty with her and, before long, I began to get really disoriented, and starting to black out.

When I "woke up," the next day, Jamie told me she had spiked my drink with some hallucinogen called "Suele" (It was supposed to be something in Spanish, but I don't think it's an actual word). Apparently, she did it because she knew that, sometime during the night, I would make a pass at her, and she used that to keep me sedated, so that I wouldn't hit on her. (LOL.)

Anyway, later that day, we were supposed to take some sort of company trip, and Lila was there (Jamie's equally-attractive friend, that I'd actually had a crush on). She had just gotten back from Puerto Rico and had these two, studly Latin guys helping her with her things. The last instance I remember, of Lila being in the dream, was that she was getting on the same plane that Jamie, myself and one of my male co-workers (can't remember who it was) were getting on.

The dream skipped ahead, and we had already landed. It was night time, and we were in a car, driving along some empty highway. The guy I worked with was driving, and Jamie was in the passenger seat. Lila was nowhere to be found, but I was, somehow, stuck in the backseat, along with the two guys that had been carrying her things. Trying to make conversation, I asked one of them if I could see the guitar that it looked a though he was holding in his hands. They both glanced at each other and started laughing. I was wondering what they were laughing about and the one with the "guitar" said "Here, man. Here's my 'guitar'," laughing even harder. Incredibly, what he handed me had turned out to be just a hat. It seemed that I had mistaken the bottom of his hat as the hollow of an acoustic guitar that he didn't, actually, have. They both had a good laugh about it, and I was embarassed as shit.

Later, one of the guys had disappeared, and I was still sitting in the back, with the one that had the hat. He picked up a jar of something, from the floor, and was like "What's this?" Jamie turned around in her seat and said: "That's Suele." The guy was like "Oh yeah? What's it taste like?" and he started to take a swig of it. I said "Whoa! Hold on, man. You don't want to drink that shit!" He told me to shut up - or something along those lines - and started gulping it down as if he had something to prove. Knowing, now, what this stuff was, I was like "No, SERIOUSLY, you don't want to do that!!" and I tried to grab the jar out of his hands, spilling a lot of it all over my own, while he tried to wrestle it back. He snatched it from me and, continuing to try and show off, downed most of the entire jar-full. Passively, after having turned back around in her seat, to face the front, Jamie called back to me, saying "Don't get any of that stuff on you. It'll absorb through your skin, and you'll feel the effects too." Immediately, I thought "....oh shit," because I had already gotten it all over me.

Moments later, the guy next to me started bugging out. I mean REALLY bugging out. He started screaming and ranting about how he was seeing all kinds of insane visions. Everyone in the car started getting scared at just how frantic he was becoming, and things were getting really chaotic. Suddenly, the guy froze up and stared out the front windshield. He started pushing himself back in his seat and shouting something like "It's coming!! Do you see it?! IT'S COMING!!! That Demon is coming right at us!!!" Jamie and my other co-worker were like "There's nothing out there. We don't see anything."

...but I could see it.

It was hazy and translucent, from my perspective, and I figured that this was because I only had a small amount of the Suele in my system, but there was definitely a creepy-looking demon thing that had jumped onto the hood of our car. It crawled around the passenger side, passed Jamie's window and toward the back seat, closer to the guy I was sitting next to. I saw the guy start flailing like crazy, trying to fight this thing off as it tried to crawl in his window. We were both screaming and yelling as if it was actually happening, even though, in my mind, I knew - logically -  that it was nothing but a hallucination, because I could see right through it. Finally, the guy beside me grabbed a hold of the demon, by the neck, and slung it away from the car, dropping it off of an embankment that we'd been driving next to. I spent the next few minutes trying to calm this guy down, but he was going absolutely psychotic over what had happened. At one of the times, when I looked back at him, he - and his whole section of the car - was covered in blood. His blood - as though the fight with the demon had left him gashed and bleeding. He was still wide-eyed and twitching with terror, freaking out like there was an axe-wielding murderer after him.

He suddenly looked past me, out of the window on my side, and said something like "Oh, God!!" I turned my head, shocked to see a UFO flying parallel to us. It was tilting back and forth, as it flew, and obviously keeping a watchful eye on us. After a short while, it accelerated and shot forward, ahead of us. I could see it land on the side of the road, as we were coming closer. Of course, the driver and Jamie still couldn't see what we were seeing, but I kept telling the driver "Don't Stop! Don't Stop!"

Apparently, though, he was coming up to a place where we had to stop (which was strange, now that I think about it, because we were way out in the desert, or whatever). The car began slowing down, and I could see a figure standing on the side of the road. It was the alien. It was just standing there, waiting for us to pull up alongside it. As if the driver could see the alien and was picking him up as a passenger, the car slowed to a stop, right in front of the creature (which was a green, almost "Mars Attacks-looking" alien, without the massive head). I knew, deep down, that this was just a hallucination but, as we stopped, I saw the alien slowly lift his hand toward me, holding some sort of gun. Instinctively, I rolled down my window and grabbed the barrel of the alien's gun, snatching it out of his hand, with the strangest feeling of unthreatened agitation (which was actually kinda funny. It's like I didn't give a damn about the alien and was just like "Ugh. Damnit. GIVE ME THAT!" Haha).

The car started rolling again and I turned to see the alien getting back into his UFO and flying off in the opposite direction.

That's all I recall.

Last Night's Dream(s), in One Sentence: 03/05 - 03/08/2020

(Two dreams, from over the weekend....)

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"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.) 

"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.

"Scooby's Labyrinth" - 02/13/2007 (Lucid)

“Scooby’s Labyrinth”

02/13/2007

(Lucid)

The first thing I remember is being in some scenario built around the movie Pan’s Labyrinth. I had been talking to a young girl, who stood with her hands on her hips and, through the hole between her arm and torso, I saw the Faun creature, from the movie, looking back at me. The beginning of our actual interaction is a blur, but I remember soon ascending the spiral well/staircase from the movie.

From there, the Faun revealed himself to be evil and grew to about 15 feet tall. He, then, trapped me in the dungeon of what was now a castle, along with a few other people. While imprisoned in the cell, we tried to devise a plan to kill the Faun, but we didn’t have any way to lure him close enough to the cell in order to kill him by smashing him with a huge stone, which was loose, in the ceiling above us. It was right around here that I realized I was dreaming, but this part is still kind of hazy, as far the details are concerned. After gaining lucidity, I’m pretty sure that I just walked straight through the bars of the cell and called out to the Faun, to come chase me. He came thundering after me. (I distinctly remember how heavy his “hooves” were, on the ground, which made him seem even bigger than he was.) When he got under the stone, which was now, somehow, tied to a rope that was held by the people still inside the cell, the prisoners yanked it loose and the heavy stone fell, crushing the Faun's head. Fully-aware that I was dreaming, I didn’t even bother to go back and help the prisoners. I just ran toward the daylight, which I could see, illuminating the far end of the hallway.

When I got outside, I suddenly stepped into the island party atmosphere from the Scooby-Doo movie. The characters from the movie were even there. We were all in an alcove, surrounded on all sides by a rocky wall that was about 20 feet high, and there was a pool in the center of the alcove party. I didn’t pay any attention to the Scooby DC’s and wanted to see what was on the other side of the wall. So, I, first, tried to jump high enough to see over the top of it, but I could only get about a dozen feet off the ground, before floating to a landing. I tried this, a couple more times, with no success, so I figured the best thing to do would be to just climb it. Before trying to scale the wall, I looked at my hands to ground myself. When I looked at the front of my left hand, I had no fingers, at all - just the stump of my palm. I turned the hand around and saw that all my fingers were actually twisted backward and kind of coiled around each other. When I turned the hand back over, they were all back to normal.

I started climbing the wall, like a rock climber, but once I got about halfway up, there were no other hand-holes, and the wall face was pretty much flat, from there on up. To get passed this, all I did was look away from the spot where I wanted to put my hand, imagine there was a ledge big enough to hold onto and, when I looked back, the wall face had changed, the way I’d pictured. I did this about 3 times and was able to get to the top.

At the top, I saw that I was on the edge of a highway, looking at the road from over the top of the guardrail. The only thing poking over the top was my head, and when I saw a police Corvette coming closer, I ducked down a little bit lower. (Don’t ask me why.) I hoped the cop would just pass on by but, of course, he didn’t. He started slowing down, just as he was about to pass me. My lucidity wasn’t all that strong, and I was beginning to get worried about what kind of trouble I was going to have to deal with, with this cop character. The second I started thinking this, about 3 more police Corvettes (with flashy, silver rims, no less. Lol) pulled up, from all different directions - all, obviously, zeroed in on me.

I was thinking “SHIT, I need to get out of here,” when, suddenly, another car pulled up. It was a blue and white Lamborghini, but not a model that I can say I’ve ever seen before (or that actually exists). It skidded to a stop, between me and the three cop cars, a random guy leaning his head out the window and telling me to get in. I jumped in the backseat - no questions asked. (Yes, it was a four-door Lambo, but it gets weirder...)

Inside the car, there were actually three rows of seats – the front; middle; which was empty, and I sat in back. The driver and passenger of the car were these futuristic cops, or something, and they reminded me of the two cops from Jet Li’s movie: The One, (Delroy Lindo and Jason Statham), except that the passenger was Hispanic, and not black (though he was very dark). They were both around my age, also.

The passenger was briefing me about something to do with why the cops were chasing me, and started point out some futuristic gadgetry that the car had. I remember that I didn’t hear a single word the guy said because the only thing I was thinking about was how much I wanted to drive the car. Lol. Without even bringing it up in conversation, I simply willed the car to stop, got out of the backseat and climbed in the front. By that time, both men had simply disappeared. The last thing I remember is speeding down the highway in this badass car. (My notes also say that there was something having to do with a “Store,” after that, but I don’t remember what the hell that meant.)

"John Mark Karr" - 10/26/2006 (Lucid)

”John Mark Karr”

10/26/2006

Dream #2
(Lucid)

(Wow.

I popped a multivitamin and had a little dose of Calea Z, before bed. The two dreams I remember were very vivid. The second one was absolutely insane and seemed to stretch on for hours I love that about Calea, but there is the downside to the vividness, as I’ll cover later.

This one was a looooong, insane, extremely-detailed dream. If I didn’t jump out of bed early and make notes on this, there is no way I would have remembered it all. There are a few flash-forwards though, so there is still some shit missing. Oh well.)

It started off at my old house in Canterbury. I was inside, and my daughter was outside on the porch, playing. I was watching the news and they were talking about John Mark Karr, the pedophile that had been suspected of raping and killing child "beauty queen," Jon Benet Ramsey (for anyone who hasn’t seen it on the news).

Well, apparently (back in the dream), they’d found evidence that he did do it, but he had managed to slip out of police custody, a while before the broadcast was aired. I really didn’t think too much of it at the time. I was walking through the house and happened to look out my room window to see CJ playing on the porch. It surprised me to see that she was talking to someone. A man. A grown man. And he was knelt down and being really affectionate with her. I could tell, immediately, that it was John Mark Karr.

I ran outside. As soon as I opened the door, Karr took off running. Quickly, I caught up to him. We had a short scrap, and I was able to get a full nelson lock on him. Knowing I would need someone to watch him while I called the police, so I walked him over to my friend M's house, whose parents were the landlords of my neighborhood. M wasn’t there, but his parents and big brother were. I pushed Karr inside the house and sat him down on the couch. M's dad and brother happened to be watching the news, also. They took one look at Karr and was like “Is that…..?” I said “Yup.”

Without saying another word, M's dad turned around and opened one of the cabinets on the entertainment center. He pulled out a long-nosed revolver, cocked back the hammer and took aim on Karr, obviously in the mood for a little vigilante justice. I got in the way, though and talked him out of shooting him. I figured that it was best left to the police - that Karr would get what was coming to him, and that M's dad wouldn’t want this man’s blood on his hands, in the long run.

As we were waiting for the cops, something happened (I can’t remember what) where Karr had tricked me into grabbing this wooden block or something that was on the table. It had, previously, been busted on something and, when I grabbed it, hundreds of splinters dug painfully into my hands. Seeing a window of opportunity, Karr jumped up off of the couch and bolted out the door. I ran after him and chased him through the neighborhood, again, to an unfamiliar street in front of a house where a bunch of roughneck island dudes were having a party. I caught up with him again and tackled him to the ground. The guys outside were wondering what was going on, and I asked one of them if that happened to have a pair of handcuffs on them. Conveniently, one of them did.

We cuffed Karr, and they let me bring him inside, so I could use the phone. Then, I uncuffed one of his hands and cuffed him to a table.

While I was in another room, using the phone, a bunch of the other guys were in the living room talking to Karr. When I came out, they were actually treating him like he was a good friend of their group, even passing him a lit bowl, so he could smoke with his free hand.

I walked in, thinking “WTF is going on here?” but I decided that it'd be best not to say anything, because these guys would probably, collectively, kick the shit out of me if I got on their bad side. So, I sat down on the couch and hit the bowl a few times, still waiting for the police (which is ironic). I started talking to Karr, about his “problem,” and he was really calm and conversational - actually, rather charismatic, considering the circumstances. If part of me didn’t want to rip his f*ing face off, for being a child-killing pedophile, I would have been able to see why these other guys were getting along with him. Since he was cuffed though, people were leaving him alone for minutes at a time, and I’d gotten up a few times as well. I did notice, though, that after a while, the wooden table leg was looking more and more worn. I got the feeling he was trying to get out of the cuffs whenever no one was looking, but it didn’t look like he was having much luck with it.

Eventually, I made the mistake of leaving him alone once more. I think it was to use the phone again. When I came back out, the handcuffs had been removed and Karr no longer in the house. I ran outside, to see him just living it up with all these Jamaican-ish guys. It seemed that one of them had a horse (random) and they were all taking turns riding it up and down the street. Then, they let “their new homeboy,” Karr, take a turn on it. Before I could even get a chance to say “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?” Karr took off. I started running after him….again. I guess he didn’t have it in him, to steal the guy’s horse, because, after he got about a hundred yards away, he jumped off and sent the horse back to its owner while I continued to chase him.

Before I knew it, it was night time. I was finally beginning to catch up to Karr, only, now, it wasn’t Karr. It was still “him,” but he was in the body of an old friend of mine [actually named Mark], and was shirtless. (Funny, how he changed into a friend with Mark in his name, also.) Mark/Karr was now running through a park, toward a small pond. There were a few people out there at the picnic tables, in the dark, and I was yelling to them to stop Mark/Karr, but everyone just got up and ran like he had a gun and they wanted no part of it. I happened to spot a nail gun near the tables and grabbed it as I passed by. Before Mark/Karr jumped into the pond, I fired a few nails into his back from a pretty good distance. He dove in and started swimming across but the nails in his back slowed him down long enough for me to run around to the other side of the pond with the nail gun aimed at his face, waiting for him as he crawled up out of the water. He had nowhere to go.

Another flash forward: It was the next morning, and I was at the police station. Karr had been arrested. (I didn’t see if he was in his own body or still in Mark’s.)  My daughter was with me, again, and, apparently, there were a lot of fathers of little girls, who’d been molested by Karr, at the station, too. We were supposed to be talking to the sheriff about this guy and what a fitting sentence would be. I remember that we were all getting REALLY pissed, because the sheriff was paying more attention to a political photo-op that he was having in his office, than to all of us that were waiting to speak to him. Some of the men were getting really emotional, and even crying, because of the lack of compassion the sheriff was showing, in regards to their violated children. We finally got to go in and see him and he was still being really ignorant about the whole ordeal, like none of it mattered to him. CJ tried to come in and talk to me, but I had to send her back out. The police said they had a daycare center on the property, so I had someone escort her there, so she could play. This is where things really got strange...

Soon, I was in a smaller room in the station with a group of these angry dads, much like a classroom, and we were filling out paperwork on these little desks. It was really quiet, for a while, but I, then, noticed someone at the back of the room was singing: “Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….” This immediately got my attention.

Before long, I noticed that the song was coming from a different person, in the back of the room. The first person's singing had stopped. It, then, shifted from this second person, to a third, who was just a little bit closer, up the row. Then, from that third person, to a fourth; closer, repeating: “Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”

My perspective shifted, momentarily, to 3rd-person perspective. I was looking down on this room, from above, and I could see whomever was singing, at the time, reach out and touch the person in front of him - and that person, singing the same line, would then touch the person in front of him, and so on, transferring the song with each touch. (Anyone who has seen the movie Fallen, with Denzel Washington, would know that this is a Really Bad Thing.) Finally, falling back into 1st-person perspective, before the singing could spread to the person right behind me, I jumped up and bolted out of the room.

As I was running toward the daycare center, to grab CJ, I realized what was going on. When Karr had changed into my friend Mark, it wasn’t some random dream glitch. It was actually part of the plot. Karr had found a way to shift his consciousness from person to person, by touch, just like the villain in ”Fallen.” Singing that song - which was a staple in the movie - was his way of letting me know that this was the case.

I ran into the daycare center, and the lady working there told me that CJ had been terrified of something, but she wouldn’t tell anyone what it was. She’d been hiding under one of the bunk beds, since soon after she came in. That’s exactly where I found her. She looked up at me and it took me a little while to get her to come out. I kept telling her to tell me what happened, but she simply refused to, like she was afraid of telling me. I decided not to push her too hard, picked her up and we got the Hell out of there.

Driving down the road, and stopping at an intersection, I was just about to attempt to get her to tell me why she was bugging out, back the station, before I saw a van speeding toward the intersection, from our left. It tried to run through the intersection and slammed into another car that was crossing it, the two vehicles stopping dead in the center of the intersection, before us. I looked into the van that had been speeding and caused the crash, and Karr was in the driver's seat (still in Mark’s body, I think). He had escaped from jail and stolen a van.

He was just about to reverse and continue his getaway when another van crashed into him, from behind, the pile-up closing off the street so that there would be no way for him to drive out of there.

A large group of Jamaicans (much like the group whose house we were in, previously) jumped out and started talking shit to Mark/Karr, for causing the huge accident with his reckless driving. An altercation was about to start that would have probably left Karr dead but there was yet another Flash Forward in the dream timeline.

I was coming out of the police station, for a second time. Karr was back in jail. Obviously the cops had shown up, before things got too out of hand, back at the crash scene, and took him back into custody.

CJ wasn’t with me, this time, and I was about to get in my truck and drive off, when a guy getting into the van next to me (who looked surprisingly like my mom’s boyfriend, who is, coincidentally, serving a lil bit of jail time) began singing:

“Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”

I spun around and looked in, through the passenger window, just as he was getting in, on the driver’s side. He closed the door, casually looked over at me and gave me a victorious smile as he began to slowly pull away from the police station.

I thought “Oh, HELL NO.”

That’s when it Finally hit me: I was dreaming.

I think it was recognizing his face, as my mom’s boyfriend, that did it, more than anything else. While he was slowly backing out of the parking spot, I ran up to the van and jumped onto the long step / foot-rail, beneath the door, holding onto the side of the van. He continued to smile at me, confident that he was going to make his escape, and I simply smiled right back at him, knowing that this was my dream, and there was no way in Hell he was getting away.

To show off a little, I raised one hand, slowly, and pressed my palm against the glass of the passenger-side window, still holding onto the side of the van while he reversed. I’d intended to slowly push my arm through the window like it was water, and climb in, to grab him...but I couldn’t do it. I tried, again. Nothing. It was as solid as waking world glass. I knew immediately it was the Calea/Multivitamin, I’d taken before bed. The experience was just too vivid for me to just “let go,” enough for my hand to pass through the glass.

I thought “F*ck this,” and I cocked back my arm to just punch through the glass, but Karr swerved the van onto the street and threw it in drive, causing me to fall off of the van’s side-rail, just before he began speeding away, down the street. I landed on my feet, though, and watched him drive off. I could see another intersection, down the road and the first thing that came to mind was the previous accident scene. It began to come into focus as my form dissipated into a disembodied third-person perspective. The “physical me” was pulling up to the intersection, down the street, just ahead of “Karr.” I don’t know if I manifested the second van, voluntarily - or subconsciously - but the same van that had smashed into Karr's van, during the first accident, came speeding down the road, behind him, once again.

It was like Déjà vu. I watched the exact same accident happen, as before - in third person - from about a hundred yards away. It was like I had inadvertently caused a loop in time that ended up stopping Karr from getting away, yet again, which was freaking epic. Haha.

That’s the last thing I remember before waking up.

"Deadpool Ruins Everything" - 01/24/2019 (Dream Chain)

"Deadpool Ruins Everything"

01/24/2019

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

I was part of an organization set up in a tall office tower. It was night out, and we'd been tipped off that someone was planning to infiltrate our building and steal some of our weapons technology. We were devising a plan to catch the thieves, setting up a trap, in the CEO's head office, and we brought in Tom Cruise to be a stand-in for the CEO, fitting him with a ridiculous wig and setting him in the boss's chair, his back facing the door. The rest of us hid, out of sight, and waited for the attempted heist that we knew was coming.

Before long, a woman walked into the boss's office. Since my vantage point was mostly at her back, once she came in, I was unable to see her face. From what I could recall, though, she had short, black hair and was wearing what looked like a white lab coat. She walked up to the back-turned boss's chair and issued some kind of threat or demand to him. Then, the chair spun slowly around and Tom Cruise revealed himself as an impostor, and the trap was sprung, thwarting the attempted robbery.

Part 2:

(I don't believe I awoke, between this dream and the previous one, but the scenario was so different that I can only count this as being a completely different dream, and not a continuation of the first.)

I was at a house party, in a suburban area. It was an overcast day, and everyone was still inside when I walked out to the carport. While outside, I was approached by a guy that seemed to have wandered up from off the street. He was a scruffy, leather jacket-wearing white guy, who looked like he could have been part of a biker stereotypical biker gang. He stepped up to me, rather arrogantly, and started spouting off about something. I don't remember whether he was being racist or just had some sort of issue with me and my friends (I distinctly remember him using some kind of "us vs them" rhetoric), but he was certainly challenging me, and I could tell that he was looking for a fight.

After a brief pause, just when it seemed as if he was contemplating swinging the first punch, he suddenly reached into his jacket, drew out a pistol, and just started firing off rounds, at point-blank range, just as I lurched away in shock. At least two of the shots hit me, around my left shoulder. It was a dull feeling of pressure, rather than any sharp pain, but I could immediately tell that I'd shot. I rolled behind something, for cover, and drew my own pistol, popping back out of hiding - just as he was reloading - and pulling the trigger in his direction. I'd forgotten to flick the safety, and the gun didn't fire. Then, I clicked the safety with my thumb and tried again. Nothing. There was no round chambered, which was unusual. While I fumbled with the weapon, trying to chamber a round, the guy finishes reloading and actually starts monologuing, while raising his gun back up at me - talking about how his choice of firearm was superior to mine and that's why he won this gunfight and blah blah. Before he could finish, though, I got the round chamber and started firing away, at him. I could see that I hit him a couple of times before he disappeared around a corner and ran off.

Still injured (which was a general feeling of being drained, rather than - again - any actual pain), but not about to just let this dude get away, I immediately started chasing after him. I saw him jump into an old car and speed off. I jumped into mine, parked nearby and took off after him. Speeding through the neighborhood, we took a turn, at the end of the street, onto a main road. I pulled out my tactical flashlight and attempted to zero-in on his rear-view mirror, to see if I could mess with his vision, while driving, but I don't think it was very effective. (It's something that I've thought about having to use for self-defense, in waking life.) The light was uselessly dim, though, and I remember trying to plug it in to my car charger. Luckily, he was approaching a traffic jam and had to cut off of the road, and through someone's yard, dipping back into the neighborhood on a parallel street to the one that we were recently on.

Cutting the corner and following behind him, I watched him bail out of the car and run between some of the houses, jumping out of my own car and following. A few people poked their heads out of their homes, to see what was going on, and I finally saw him, close to where we started. Another short firefight broke out, and I was able to put maybe five or so shots in him, dropping him down in the grass, dead. Not wanting to just leave the body in the yard, I - rather illogically - decided to drag it over to my car, thinking the trunk would be 'too conspicuous' of a place to leave him and, instead, dumping him into the back seat. Immediately after closing the door, I called the police to report what happened, citing self-defense, and walked back to the party house, nearby.

Back inside, the party was ongoing. I was still feeling weak from the bullets I'd taken, as I was telling my girlfriend, and friends, about what had happened. The front door opened, and a parade of about a dozen cops, in tactical gear, filed into the house. They began to walk right passed me, so I got up and walked over to them, telling them that I was the one who called in, and that I could take them to where the body was. The followed me out the back side of the house, and we walked across the yard toward the house behind us, since my car was still parked on the next street over. It was now night-time, and the yards seemed to stretch out for about half a football field. It seemed strange, to me, and oddly familiar. (What I didn't realize, until later, was that the yard and morphed into the courtyard outside of the tall office building from my previous dream.)

Coming around to the next street, still in the suburban neighborhood, despite the short view of the metropolitan courtyard, I led them toward my car. Walking in that direction, I started to see bright flashes of light, coming from inside my car. It was as if a flare was burning, or someone had turned on a strobe light. All I could see was the light, and it bathed out anything and everything inside. Then, I could just barely make out a figure in the flashes. At first, I thought it was the man whom I'd shot, but when I got closer, I could see that it was Deadpool. He was making these really animated, cartoonish gestures in the back window, at us, between the flashes, and the first thought to enter my mind was that he was going to screw with the evidence and ruin my self-defense case.

Now running, frantically, toward the car, I actually yelled out: "No no no no...WHY IS DEADPOOL HERE?? WHY IS HE HERE??!" I reached out and tried to open the rear, driver's side door, but the door just burst open, throwing me back to the roadway. Deadpool instantly popped out, armed to the teeth. The squad of cops saw him and immediately engaged. An absolutely insane battle broke out, right there on the street, and Deadpool absolutely wrecked these police officers. Gunfire and swords and explosions and body parts were just flying about this tempestuous cloud of white smoke under the streetlights. Within the fray, it seemed like Deadpool actually had help, as there was clearly some other figure in the battle, helping him out. I was thinking it might have been Cable or Domino, but I never actually saw them.

Suddenly, the back of my car just exploded in the battle and was flung across the street, toward me. I was still halfway sitting on the ground, and I was so in shock at everything I was witnessing, that I didn't even bother to move. The whole trunk area of my car was about to slam into me with what could have only been lethal force. Then, just before impact, the hunk of metal stopped as if it had been caught, mid-flight. I'm not sure if it was Deadpool that caught it, or his ally, but Deadpool was soon standing right beside me and leaning down in my face, saying something like: "Hey, next time something like that happens...try moving out of the way," in his trademark, jokester fashion.

The last thing I remember is him walking away, nonchalantly telling me that it was His team that attempted the heist of the office where I had been working (back in the first dream). He said that they already knew about the trap we were springing (which is what made me believe the woman in the lab coat was Domino - though I remained unable to actually see who he was with, presently), and that they were still successful in stealing the company's weaponry, which were the weapons they were just using against the police. 

  (I've had many cases of the narrative of separate dreams weaving themselves in with each other, but this one was probably my favorite. Absolutely nuts. Lol. Also, I've been painting a picture of Domino, lately, as well as looking through some great Deadpool cosplays, which would explain why the characters were on my mind.)

"You Can Run..." - 12/03/2009

"You can run..."

12/03/2009

(This was the longest, most intense dream I've had in a good while. Had some melatonin before bed, and B6 earlier in the day.)

In the beginning of this dream, I was rivals with some other guy. We both had these badass, custom motorcycles, that had cockpit setups like Kaneda's bike in Akira. My bike was white and orange, with chrome components all over it. (My notes say that, around here, I was told I was supposed to die, and somebody pulled a gun on me, but I don't really remember much of that situation.) Next thing I knew, I was getting chased by this "secret" syndicate. I don't remember much about how I came to discover this group, or how they came to be chasing after me, but I was soon on the run.

The first wave of henchmen was a group of ninjas. I'd been running through a mall, and they were slipping through the crowd of people, trying to keep pace. These guys were complete scrubs, though. I was able to fight them off, with very little trouble - as long as I could keep it to one or two opponents, at a time - doing some pretty sick combinations of strikes and joint locks while weaving about, periodically, to dodge incoming shuriken. No matter what I did, though, they just kept on coming. So, I kept on running. I darted for every possible staircase, but every staircase I got to, there would be about 3 or 4 of the faction members there, standing at parade rest, forcing me to keep running and trying to find a way down.

Finally, I came to an empty spiral staircase, pushing my way past people and rushing down the well, as fast as I could go. By this point, I had picked up a gun from somewhere, but I knew that I was still too outnumbered to even try to keep them at bay with the gun. With every flight of stairs I ran down, I could feel them getting closer and closer, rushing down the stairs just a few feet behind me. At every level, there were giant windows that looked out over the yard outside the building. It was night out. I thought of trying to shoot through the glass and just jumping for it. But, even with it being dark outside, I could see that the ground was way too far down to land safely...so, I kept running, gradually getting lower and lower. Finally, when I felt as if the entire clan was breathing right down my neck, I aimed at the next coming window and fired repeatedly. The window shattered just as I threw my body through it. Being at only the second story, I landed with very little difficulty, in the grass outside.

Then, it was day time, and I was driving down an abandoned road. I get the feeling that my character was a cop, or something similar - I don't know. For whatever reason, the syndicate was still after me. Everywhere I went, there they were. At one point, when I thought I was far enough ahead of them, I'd stopped at a roadside diner. They ended up just 'appearing', inside, and chasing me out. I don't remember much of that encounter, but I was soon back on the road. There were plenty more run-ins with these guys, but I don't remember many details. I do recall one instance, though, where I was running through a neighborhood. I had to climb a fence and, on the other side of said fence, the homeowners, apparently, had a pet lion. (Random!) It jumped up and tried to swipe at me, but missed. I knew I couldn't go back the way I came, so, I started walking along the top rail of the fence, trying to keep my balance. Moving from backyard to backyard, I came to discover that all of the neighbors had identical pet lions, and they were all trying to get me, as I scurried along the fence as if it was a balance beam.

My recall skipped ahead, here, and I was on a bus. I believed that the last of the ninjas were dead, and now I was home free. Right on cue - the person across the aisle from me flashed an evil grin, from behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Without drawing too much attention to himself, he flashed a very large, silver pistol. I knew, immediately, that he was from the syndicate. I got up, to rush myself off the bus, and he drew his gun on me. What he didn't know was that I had two Mac-11 sub-machine guns (from...somewhere? I'm guessing one of my previous battles). I drew on him, and we held each other at gunpoint. Slowly, I started to back myself toward the front of the bus, and then another person, beside me, stood up and aimed their gun at me. I crossed my forearms, aiming one gun at this new guy, and the one in my right hand stayed trained on the first stranger. Then, another person stood up, aiming yet another gun at me. The gun in my right hand never left the direction of the guy with the shades, though. He started talking something about how these were "more elite" members of their organization, and I could see that things had gone from ninja to supernatural.

These guys were more like Agents in The Matrix - in that they could just kind of "manifest" from anyone standing around me. But, it would only be as a sort of brainwash, since they didn't transform into completely other people. They just sort of "took over" that person's body. The man in the shades just stood there and watched me, smiling, while I tried to back myself off of the bus. As I moved down the aisle, I kept shifting the gun in my left hand all around the bus, looking frantically in all directions - but keeping the majority of my attention on the guy in the shades - not sure where the next "possessed" person would try to get the drop on me. Apparently, whenever these guys spawned, they automatically had guns in their hands. I just continued backing away slowly, aiming the gun at all the "innocent" bystanders around me. Stealing a glance out the front window, I could see that the cops were showing up, just as the bus had now pulled to the side of the road. There was a lead car, and the cavalry was close behind. I knew I didn't have much time.

I remember the explosive eruption of a short gunfight, right there in the bus, but it was over in an instant. I was soon running off of the bus and toward the lead cop car, just as he came to a stop in front of the bus. Coming around to the driver's side, I pretty much just opened the door and threw the cop out, Grand Theft Auto-style. Back on the road, again, my recall skipped ahead, once more. I now had my best friend Tony with me. I'd told him about everything that was going on (it was reading his dream about a shadowy syndicate chasing after him, yesterday, which inspired this dream of mine, I'm sure).

We were driving down the road, and he was talking about something. Unprompted, his dialogue then turned toward me, and he took on a gradually malicious tone. I could feel him staring at me, while I drove. I could hear the arrogance in his voice - the challenge. Something was wrong. I glanced in his direction, and he just stared at me, grinning from the passenger seat. Something was going to happen. I could feel it.

He made a quick grab for the inside of his coat and, as if by instinct, my right hand jumped off of the steering wheel and snapped toward him. Just as he began to pull a long-barreled, chrome pistol from out of his jacket - identical to the one wielded by the man on the bus - my hand pushed down on his, keeping him from being able to draw it all the way from the hidden shoulder holster. He kept trying to get the extended barrel out of his coat, squirming and struggling in his seat, but I kept pushing, trying my best to keep some of my attention on the road, since we had cruising down the road at a hefty speed. I kept screaming at him, trying to snap him out of this obvious possession, but he wasn't listening. He was my best friend in the world, and I knew that this was only going to end badly. It was either going to be him or me, and I just could not let him get that gun up in my direction.

I was able to notice that I had my seat belt on, and he didn't. Ahead, I could see that we were coming up to a tight turn and immediately knew what I had to do. I jerked the wheel, hard, and slammed the car into the curved rail. I don't necessarily remember becoming airborne, or the rollover, but when the car came to a rest, it was upside down. Tony had been ejected from the car, and I had to crawl out of the inverted window. I staggered away from the wreckage and looked back and the battered body of my best friend, unable to believe what had just happened. I was even less prepared, though, for what happened next. His arm - broken at the elbow, lifted from the grass. He gave it a swift shake, and I could literally hear the bone snap back into place - the arm now standing out straight. He was regenerating himself. The arm came down, and Tony raised himself up into push-up position, staring at me as if he were the Terminator, itself. Opting not to stick around until he was fully healed, I took off running down the empty road, and I don't think I looked back, once.

That's all I remember.