Last Night's Dreams, in One Sentence - 9/6/2020

"The Possessed House" - 10/10/2006 (Lucid)

“The Possessed House”

10/10/2006

(Lucid)

Some friends and I were in an enormous house. It was, obviously, an old one and made completely out of wood. I can’t remember what we were doing there, but I know that some strange old guy was our host. We hung out in this house throughout the night, it seemed. (This dream lasted freakin' forever. Had some Calea Z and B6 before bed. I should have known I would be just asking for a dream like this...) However, after a while, we’d become aware of the reality that this house was actually possessed. Once all the weird supernatural stuff began happening, our elderly guy went about explaining to us that the house was actually "alive."

There were these huge, organic tendrils, tentacles and all kinds of creepy, slithery shit, just lurking in every dark corner and room, trying to grab us - along with huge insects, the size of everything from large dogs to adult humans, swarming from every nook and cranny. The place was even infested with the “Tremor (movie) worms.” It felt like we were running around that house for hours, trying to find a way out, but the house wouldn’t let us leave. Every exit we would journey toward led to some new, twisted, scenario. One particular door led to a room that seemed to tear away into an infinite void. The floor and walls were broken away, as if that entire section of the house was a doorway to outer-space, itself. We had to struggle to get back to the door and “exit” the room, before we were forever lost in the blackness that was sucking us further away from the doorway and into the void.

Back “inside” the house (or, simply, "out of that room" - however you wanna look at it), we kept on the run, with some of my friends actually being killed when the grasping tendrils, that came from the walls, pulled them further into the house as if it was eating them. Occasionally, I’d see my friends again, after they were “killed,” but I could tell that they weren’t the same. They’d been possessed by whatever it was that also possessed the house, and they, too, would do whatever they could, to keep the rest of us from leaving the home.

FINALLY, after having waaaaaaaay too much of this crap, I started to realize what was going on. The old guy, that was hosting us, was in front of me - just being the creepy old man that he was - and all of a sudden I blurted out “Holy shit, I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming!!” (…Thank God.) He looked at me with an empty look in his eyes and said “No….You’re having a Niiiiiiiiightmaaaaaaaarreee!! and, as he did this, his eyes rolled back in his head and his face got all twisted and distorted and seemed to be melting off of his skull. The large tendrils that had been creeping around through the walls burst out of this man’s body and began spreading out to cover the area. I cocked back my arm and tried to throw some sort of light from my palms, hoping to fry the man’s (now monstrous) form, but nothing was coming out. The B6 and Calea were just making things all too vivid and the situation was too fucking intense. Control didn’t come easy at all. We were on the run again. I had one friend left and we were going all through the hallways trying to find away out. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I couldn’t fight the Calea and B6 and pull my wits together long enough to find a way out of this dream, so we continued to do it the old fashioned way; searching and running. Sooner or later we found ourselves at the beginning of this loooooong hallway. At the end of the hall was a single window….and it was daylight outside.

Just as I’d started to wonder if we were going to be able to make it through the hallway without incident, I could see the tentacles breaking out of the walls and ceiling of the hallway, starting to fill up the space, making a constricting tunnel of grasping arms waiting for us, should we try to reach the window. I remembered a technique I’d been thinking of (while awake) to try out in just this sort of bad dream situation. I was able to focus for just a moment and pushed all my energy outward from my center, straining and growling a little bit to really exert force. My body burst into a blaze of my energy, as if I was a Dragonball Z character, creating a force-field around me. I pushed outward a little more and it started burning all of the things that were trying to reach out and grab us, without harming the friend that was with me. (Which, of course, looks kinda like this ) Protected by this burning glow, I grabbed his wrist and did a forward dash, flying straight for the window, torching away the entire 50-something-yard hallway of shit as we cut through it like a hot knife. We smashed out the other side of the window and landed on a concrete walkway, outside.

It was a foggy, early-morning. This was when I saw that the outside of the house looked like a big, inner-city warehouse or factory. With this moment of relief, I tried to focus and withdraw from the dream one more time. I closed my eyes and tried to pull all my senses back to the waking world. Wrong. When I opened them, the world around me was 150% vivid. Much more than before I’d tried to eject from the dream. I was anchored in that intense dream state that I’ve only experienced through B6 and Calea.

The tentacles were starting to grow back, in the hallway we'd just exited, and they began trying to crawl out of the window, toward us. I jumped off of the walkway and tried to fly out over the yard, but I couldn’t get the speed I was looking for, and it was like trying to move through water, while flying. Thinking of the “Tremors worms,” I think it would be a really bad idea to land on the grass, and that made me start to sink toward the earth. The yard in front of the building was huge, and I had a long way to go before I was out of it. I turned around, hovering, and tried to keep my feet from touching the ground, which was freaking hard. I’d given up trying to get across the yard and ended up…eventually…making it back to the first walkway. I figured it would be a better idea to keep to the concrete and make my way away from this place, since I was having so much trouble in the air.

As we were leaving, a little girl - about 10 years old and wearing a black hoodie, with the hood back - walked down the stairs at the end of the walkway toward us. (I think it was my daughte - a little older than she is now - but I’m not sure, because I don’t remember her being with us while we were running through the house.) She had this ominous look in her eyes as she looked at me, asking my permission (which is what made me think it was my daughter, even more than her appearance) to “take over out here,” as well.

Noting the terminology she used, I could see that the “house” obviously had possession of her. Sternly, I told her “No. You can’t.” She stared at me for a moment, obviously disappointed, and then turned around to walk back in the house. As she did that, she held a hand out, beside her, to trace her fingers along the wall - like little kids do. I noticed then, that - instead of fingers - a few small strings of those familiar tentacles slithered out of the hoodie sleeve and caressed along the wall. With a creepy nonchalance, she slowly walked up the steps and disappeared back into the house.

(That’s all I really remember. There was another sequence that involved going to a house with a bunch of college kids having a party, and getting bad vibes and looks from them. I don’t know if it was the same dream and we went to that house after escaping the first, or if it was a completely different dream all together. Doesn’t really matter, though, because I don’t remember it.)

"Hallucinogen" - 08/10/2007

"Hallucinogen"
08/10/2007 

(Holy Shit. ...I just had one of the freakiest experiences ever. Fighting a cold, I had some DayQuil and a multi-vitamin, before bed, and this was probably my clearest experience of waking-world audio slipping into a dream, that I can remember. I have this 2-part ambient breakbeat music set, called Jason Dunne - Mind the Scape, that I had let loop, overnight, because there are some very chilled-out songs on the sets. Now, I have listened to different parts of this set - numerous times - but it seemed, until now, that I've only caught it in various places (usually, either starting it at a certain song I like, near the middle of the set, or waking up later in the night, still somewhere in the middle of the set), and I never actually heard the intro to the 2nd part of the set. Because of what just happened, I will probably never play this set again, when going to sleep! (Well, I don't know about that, really. It's still a dope set... Lol. But, anyway...)

To summarize the beginning of the music set: The music begins really dark and haunting, progressing along with a rolling echo effect, as if everything was sort of 'streaming together'. A man's voice comes on, really low, really slow, and begins to tell a story. As he's telling the story, the DJ is doing all kinds of freaky effects with his voice - bringing it high and low, with each sentence, from a normal man's voice, to a deep, ghostly voice, as he progresses through the story. Very creepy.)

So, in this dream, before I was ever conscious of the audio, I walked into what looked like a standard hotel room. There was a wide palette of blankets, spread on the floor, and my friends, T and J were both there. They said they had brought along a new sort of hallucinogen, and had made the palatte to lay on, while tripping. (By this time, I think the intro had started in the waking world - just the music - and it just hadn't seeped into the dream yet. My mind seemingly knew something was going on, though, because the dream atmosphere was about to change, drastically, in complete relation to the music.) Curious, I told them that I wanted to try it out, and we all took hits of this thick, black smoke. When it went in, I could feel it radiating through my body, on its way down. We all moved over to the palette and T flicked the light out, making the room almost completely dark, except for the light that was coming in through the window.

Laying down, and staring up at the ceiling, I could feel this smoke all through my body. It was cold - not too cold , but definitely enough for me to notice. The music (right on time) from my PC starting slipping into the dream, then, just as I felt myself going under. The world was a deep, rumbling echo, and this man's ghostly voice slowly streamed into me, from all sides. As he tells the story, the 'hallucinogen' fully kicks in and I'm caught looking at a picture on the wall. I can't remember what the original picture was, but from it, a ghostly apparition slowly phased forward, wafting out of the frame. It was the shadowy ghost of a female, the flesh of her features shredded, down to the bone, on at least 1/3 of her face.

She moved steadily toward us, appearing to actually grow larger, the closer she came. Her gaunt, skeletal mouth was moving, eyes gazing aimlessly toward us as she told this story (the audio from my PC), in the man's deep voice. [[Edit: I realized where I think my mind got the image for the ghost/woman. My screensaver is a slideshow of everything in my "Art" folder, which is also made up of a bunch of pics I get off of the Internet, as well as my own. I'd gotten up at about 1AM to use the bathroom and, when I laid(sp?) back down, I caught a glimpse of one of the "Celebrity Cyborg" pics I got off of Worth1000.com, in a contest where people used Photoshop and turned pics of celebs into cyborgs. It was this one, of Denise Richards: I distinctly remember thinking that I was going to have to do something about that image being on the slideshow, because it's not exactly the most pleasant thing to wake up to, in the middle of the night. Lo' and behold, it came back to completely own me, in this dream. Lol.]] 

In all seriousness; it was f*cking horrifying. Strangely enough, though, it was thrilling, at the same time. I was instantly filled with the sense of a virtual omnipresence, in the room. The room was big enough to where I could see nothing, off to my side, but darkness, and not only did I see this ghost in front of me, getting closer, I felt like someone I couldn't see was standing right beside me, in the shadows. We all flattened against the palette, recoiling from the ghost, and I tried to shut my eyes, but it was like everything went white, instead of black, and I could see a dark rendition of the ghost, still, from behind my eyelids, steadily coming forward and telling this chilling-sounding story. The situation grew more and more intense (as did the storytelling, and accompanying music), until, finally, the intro came to something of a climax, after which, my brain simultaneously drew the ghost backward, into the painting. The feeling of the presence left, along with it.

I opened my eyes, and the lights were on, again. T, J, and I had just finished the (short) trip, and we were completely mind-blown. We were staring at each other like "Oh...my....God......WTF.." and breathing hard, with these crazy, almost masochistic grins on our faces. It was like riding-out a bad trip and just....loving every minute of it. ...Very weird feeling. T looked over and, as if giving me a pop-quiz, asked "Greg, what story was that??" smiling as if he already knew the answer, and just wanted to test me. I thought for a while, and answered: "Uh....the Tell-Tale Heart?" They both responded: "Hell yeah! Good call!" all surprised. I was surprised as Hell, too, seeing as how I'd just pulled that answer out of my ass.

At just this time the dream slowly began fading away, and this really lighter/up-tempo sort of song was gradually coming in (the next song in the set, after the intro), filling the hotel room, from all angles. It was perfect. It felt like we'd gone through a haunted ride, or something, at a theme park, and this was the reception music after you've gone through the 7th level of Hell, finally arriving back at the lobby. Lol.

(The music carried over, into the waking world, as I woke up, lying there in my bed, breathing hard, listening to the music and realizing that everything had just been a dream. I still wasn't quite sure if the dream had ended, because the musical transition was seamless - It felt like the two worlds had merged. I checked my clock a few times and made sure I was awake, then got up to my computer. The first thing I did was confirm that what I was hearing was a part of the set I was listening to, by scanning back a bit and playing the intro again. Sure enough, it was the same thing I'd heard in my dream. Listening to it again gave me chills, and I had to stop listening to it, beginning to see thast ghostly image in my head, once more. 

I took the time to remember a sentence of the 'story,' and then I typed it into Google to see if I was right about the title. Turns out that I was wrong, and it wasn't the Tell-Tale Heart, but some spoken (not sung) lyrics to a Duran Duran song - 'Drive-By'. Haha. ...It actually seemed like it lasted a lot longer, when the ghost was telling it to us. Probably because I was scared shitless, and time seemed to stand still. ...Damn, what an experience, though.  I gotta get ready for work in about an hour, so I seriously doubt I'm going back to sleep. Heh. Also, I just realized that today is my (deceased) Dad's birthday. What a ghastly way to start it off.)

"Floodwaters" - 11/08/2005

"Floodwaters"
11/08/2005

(I'm starting to set my alarm at 3:30 to wake up and see if I can increase my recall. It was a little rough waking up the first time, and I lost the dream I'd had, but I remember the end of the second session of dreaming, and had set the clock again after that, for one more round.)

The second session's dream ended with some strange guy following us around. I think it was my friend, T, that I was talking to, while walking, with this other guy doing weird, nonsensical shit, like rowing a boat down the street behind us, despite there being no water around. Anyway, this brother kept following us around, singing some old, slow blues as we walked a road surrounded by grass and plush trees. It all felt very "Louisiana," for various reasons.

Without warning, that feeling was practically confirmed, as I was instantly teleported into a house filled with murky water. I sort of 'awoke', on my back, looking upward and completely submerged in what I knew to be Gulf waters. There was a lifeless figure on top of me, and I pushed it up with my hands as I tried to free myself from the watery tomb. A little bit of light was showing in through one of the submerged windows, and the greenish rays fell over the figure and revealed it to be the man that was following T and I through the - otherwise peaceful - scene, before. The man was certainly dead, now, though; long since drowned and waterlogged. He skin was black, before, but it had taken on a really pale sort of spoil, upon his drowning.

Alarmed at the fact that I was still submerged, and not yet aware that I was dreaming, I pushed the body off of me and swam up to my feet. For some reason, I'd continued to hold onto the - now severed - head of this dead guy, as I swam through the living room and toward the front door. Ironically, instead of trying to immediately exit the totally-flooded house, I searched, with my free hand, for the light-switch. I could see around me, just a little, but everything had a dark green murk to it, since the entire house was underwater.

Finally finding the switch, I tried to flick the light on. Nothing happened. (Funny, how I expected the lights to work in a house filled with water. Lol.) Then, even though they wouldn't have worked, anyway, realization started coming in to me. I stopped and was thinking thinking to myself "Hmmmm....why the hell aren't the lights working?" It was then that the dead, severed head, that was still in my hand turned upward, just slightly, and said something like: "Because we're underwater, genius." Simultaneously, I'd realized that I was breathing under water. All three of these occurences were, finally, enough to grant me lucidity, and it seemed that they triggered the realization that I could hear the binaural beats that I'd decided to experiment with (using headphones, as I fell asleep). Annoyed, for the last time by this "random guy," even after his not-so-permanent death, I was just tired of looking at him and ready to wake up. So, I did.

(After waking, shortly, I slipped back into about an hour's worth of HI and short dream sequences. Nothing really stands out enough to write down, though.)

"Portal-Painting Power Struggle" - 03/05/2018

“Portal-Painting Power Struggle”

03/05/2018
Dream #2

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This was a false awakening, in which I “awoke” in my bed, to find out that were other people there. Apparently, they had stayed the night and were also waking up, on a mattress in the middle of the room. I recognized my daughter as one of them, and the others seemed like little cousins or friends of the family, or something of the sort. The smallest one was little more than an infant and, once he had finished playing with the others, he crawled over toward me. When I picked him up, I noticed that the child was disabled and disfigured; missing one eye - and, I think, an arm - and generally looking to be in pretty-horrific shape. Despite my reflexive, momentary revulsion at the unexpected sight, I continued to hold the boy and to play with him while we sat on the bed, trying not to pass any judgement or make any assumptions about why he looked this way. 

There was a large painting, hanging on one of the walls of the bedroom, and I eventually walked over to it. Two cats were perched upon the top of the frame, one of them a kitten that was little more than the size of a mouse. At one point, I think the kitten fell off and I could feel its tiny claws as it scurried up my leg and back on top of the frame, where it had been. Somehow, I came to find out that I could put my hand through the painting (though I wasn’t lucid) and, soon afterward, my head. It was, apparently, some kind of portal, and on the other side, it was some dark, derelict hallway, with seemingly ancient tools and artifacts hanging around. I could barely see them in the dim light that only seemed to come from the side of the portal with my bedroom. With a strange sense of “this is all normal,” but too timid to walk fully through the portal, I grabbed one of the nearest artifacts – a spearhead-looking object with thick, round, decorated bulb between the two ends - and pulled my upper-body back through the portal and into my bedroom.

Either the people in the room had aged, or they were a completely different group, but I began telling them about the portal and what I found. (I don’t really think my daughter was still on scene, at the time.) They were all really interested and one of the girls said she wanted to try it. I told her that it was "just like lucid dreaming; you just imagine the painting isn't there." (Way to miss that dream sign!) She gave it a shot, stuck her head in and then back out, excited about what she'd seen. They followed me, while I walked to the living room (which was unfamiliar to me), and set the relic on a fireplace mantle. Surprisingly (now that I'm awake), I started telling them about the history of the relics, and how some people in history - like my ancestors or something - traveled to that other world and came back with similar items. After a little more discussion about what else might be on the other side of the portal, my “guests” suddenly changed their demeanor and became frantic and aggressive, sounding off, with alarm, about how they’d “found the portal" and the item(s) they apparently needed, in order to resurrect some evil witch from whatever realm existed beyond the portal.

They attempted to grab the relic, just as I pulled it back down, off the mantle, and we began started struggling over possession of it. During the scuffle, the group began chanting some kind of incantation, trying to rush along the resurrection of this entity, before I could pry the relic from them. While they chanted, a glowing, red hole opened up in the floor of the living room, and a wailing, ghostly woman shot up out of the ground and started flying around the space over our heads. I think the group of subordinates figured they had done their part, because they either let go of the object or I was able to pull it from them. The witch swooped around over me and tried to grab at the object. I did whatever I could to keep it from her, but I wasn’t able to get away from her, because she was just flying too fast for me to move very far, in any direction. Finally, she made what appeared to be one final dive toward me, shrieking and stretching her hands out, to either grab for the relic or attack me, head-on. With no other option, I did the first thing that came to me, instinctively; I lunged forward, to intercept her, slipping the sharpened point of the object passed her hands and stabbing her directly through the face with it.

Instantly, she crashed down to the floor, in her own blood, dead.

Everything fell silent, and I looked back over to the group that had summoned her. They wasted no time in turning around and bolting for the front door. Even though they got away, I was left with the overwhelming feeling that they would be back, again, at some point.

"Not So Imaginary Friend" - 04/30/2009

"Not So Imaginary Friend"
04/30/2009

I was in an unfamiliar apartment complex at night. There was a little boy hanging around, who had this mysterious little 'girlfriend' around his own age. They were always playing together, and on this night, I caught up with them while they were playing in the grass in front of one of the stairwells. I was walking along the sidewalk, and I moved in a little closer to see what they were doing. There was a tree positioned between us, and as I walked around behind it, it blocked my view of the pair for just a moment. Continuing on, passing the tree, the little boy came back into view from the other side. Oddly enough, though, the little girl didn't. I wondered if she'd walked a little to one side, to where the tree was still blocking her, so I kept walking - taking two more steps, then three, then four. The little girl was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she'd simply vanished, and the little boy was sitting there, playing by himself.

Suddenly, I got the feeling of a presence behind me, and I quickly turned around. The little girl was standing right behind me, staring up at me. We'd only met eye to eye for a moment, before she unexpectedly opened her mouth. Eerily, it grew wider and wider, as did her eyes - all of the color rushing out of her face. Her mouth stretched even wider, until it was twice its normal size. Her face went ashen white, and she let out this ghoulish scream that assaulted all my senses and sent me into vertigo, disorienting me to the point where I lost all sight and felt that I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, it was daytime, and I was pulling up to the same complex with Tony. We spent a little while hanging out and went down to a bar that was attached to the complex, meeting up with a bunch of the people I work with (I usually go to the bar for lunch with them, which is attached to the building I work in). We had a few drinks, and walked back to the apartments once it got dark. After getting rid of everyone else, I was walking through a really dark hallway, a bit apprehensive about my surroundings, because I remembered the ghost girl that I'd seen the previous night. Coming to a room at the end of the hall, I walked inside and saw the little boy. I just had to find out more about this ghostly friend of his, but when I asked him about her, he acted as if I didn't know what I was talking about. He played completely unaware of her existence, and even got to telling me that I was just imagining things, and he didn't even have a little girlfriend that he'd been playing with. I actually argued with him about it for a little bit, but he was steadfast in his assertion that I was off my rocker.

Shortly afterward, the boy was called out with the rest of the kids in the complex. They were all going somewhere together. I don't remember any costumes, but it was as if they were all going trick-or-treating or something. I was still highly upset that he disavowed any knowledge of the little girl, and I watched the boy through an upper-story window as he went out to meet the rest of the kids in the distance. To my surprise, while he walked out toward the group, I saw the boy reach out to one side, walking with his hand out as if he was holding someone's hand, but there was no one there. What I did see, though - due to a street lamp shining in his direction - was a mysterious shadow. Two walking legs strolled beneath the figure of another small child, the shadow's arm stretched out and connecting to the arm of the boy's own shadow. Apparently, the boy had been lying, and he and his now invisible friend walked hand-in-hand, on their way to join the other kids.

"The Syringe from Hell" - 03/24/2010 (Lucid)

"The Syringe From Hell"
03/24/2010

(Lucid)

I was at work, and my manager, B, was being a major ass to all of the employees. We had a blue beach ball, that we were bouncing around the room to each other, and he just came by and stabbed with a knife, letting all of the air out. After a while, I got fed up and got in his face about being such a prick, for no reason. We had some huge argument, and he ended up apologizing, but I refused to accept his apology and kept laying into him.

  When I'd eventually had enough, I stormed outside the call center and started walking down the street. Some old woman casually began walking right beside me, and we talked for a moment. In the most straight-forward way, she told me that she was a ghostly-spirit, and that she was sent here to give me something. In her hand, she held a syringe, informing me that I had to take the shot of whatever she had, without question. Of course, there was absolutely no way that I was just going to let this woman stick me with anything, and I told her so. She said that I didn't have a choice, and that I had to take it, no matter what.

Becoming increasingly alarmed at where this situation might lead, I quickly came to the realization that this was insane, and could not really be happening. I knew I was dreaming. Immediately, I tried to focus on the syringe and, with telekinesis, pull it out of her hand. She gripped tight, though, and I wasn't able to move it. Aware of my attempt, and still walking at my side, she told me that I would not be able to pull it from her hand, because she was actually a demon, and I wasn't strong enough. Swiftly, I tried to disorient her by spinning her around (though I can't remember if I did this with my hands or my mind). Once I rotated her off balance, I made another telekinetic swat at the syringe. My mind knocked the needle from the old woman's fingers, and it stuck, needle-first, into the fence beside us. We both lunged for it, and I grabbed it before she did. When I held the needle up to take a look at it, I could see that the tip was now made of plastic or rubber. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like it could even penetrate human flesh - let alone the fence post I'd just pulled it out of.

That's all I remember.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up immediately after this.

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

“Fallen Prey”
07/27/2006

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

(Wow….)

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fallen Prey"
(Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dream #3 

(Lucid)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deady's Little Girl" - 01/12/2012 (Lucid)

"Deady's Little Girl"
01/12/2012

Dream #3

(Lucid)

I was on an upper floor of an old apartment building, and happened to be looking out of a window, when I saw a woman in a compact car getting her vehicle overturned by an angry mob. Once the vehicle was turning over onto its roof, I could see that there were also kids in the car, and they were terrified. The mass of people seemed like they were out for blood.

Immediately, I ran downstairs. I don't remember much of the actual confrontation with the crowd, but I was able to reason them into leaving the woman and her children alone. It took some time, but they all ended up dispersing. While the crowd was clearing out, I began helping the woman and her 2 children out of the overturned car. She had a little boy and girl - the boy being the younger of the two, at the age of maybe 2 years old. He was just the sweetest kid. We'd gotten along really well, within the first few moments of my meeting him. Sometimes, he'd just come up to me and hug around my legs. The mother, who was maybe in her early 40's, was quite attractive, and very thankful for my help. She had short, black hair, and a bit of a 'punk' kind of look to her, and it was easy to see that there was at least some level of mutual attraction there. I asked her if she wanted to go and grab something to eat sometime, if for no other reason than that she seemed like someone I'd like to get to know.

Later, after we'd gone out for food, we ended up back at her apartment. It wasn't long before we started fooling around and [sparing the inappropriate details - We'll just say that she had a few, "womanly issues" that completely killed the mood. Lol]. Eventually, I was just not able to ignore it, and I told her that I had to stop, before we'd even really gotten down to business. I didn't really go into detail as to why, not wanting to hurt her feelings. She was noticeably upset, but ultimately seemed to understand.

Her father, on the other hand - whom I met later in the dream - well...he wasn't quite so understanding...

Apparently, her father was some kind of immortal, invincible being. On the outside, he looked like your typical, southern-ish old man. (Kind of reminded me of Abraham Whistler, from the Blade movies.) The girl and I spent a lot of time hanging out with each other, and her kids, and had developed a pretty good friendship. (Time dilation.) Throughout that time, the father had caught wind of the fact that I'd refused to sleep with his daughter, and was soon Hell-bent on causing me major bodily harm. This 'man' spent the rest of the dream hunting me down and trying to kill me, often brutally murdering anyone that I'd recently associated with, in order to pick up a trail that would lead him to me. Every now and then, he would track me down, and we'd square off. I actually ended up killing him at least 4 times, throughout the course of the dream, but the bastard just kept coming back. This was quickly turning into a slasher-flick type of scenario, and no matter how - or how often - I would get away from this guy, he would just keep on coming for me.

There was one moment when I was being stalked through a school or something like that. I'd grabbed some sort of weapon and was about to kill the man again, when I realized that it was the police that were following me this time. I'd almost killed them, by accident, because I was so rattled. They told me they'd heard something about the situation and were coming to investigate. However, while I was talking to them, the chick's old man popped up suddenly, and completely mutilated them both, right in front of me - carving them up in gruesome fashion. I believe I bolted, after that.

After a little more cat-and-mouse, I remember one more confrontation with him, where we in the back of his pick-up truck (which was somehow stretched into an RV-like structure, with four walls and a ceiling). We'd gotten into another fight, and I had begun slipping in and out of lucidity, by this time. Realizing him to be a dream character, and feeling much less threatened by him, I attempted a few 'Hadouken' fireballs on him but was not able to manifest a single one. Then, still having the upper-hand, I pushed him into into some sort of industrial shredder that he had (conveniently) inside his vehicle, painting one wall with his crimson remains. There was literally nothing left of him that could be identified.

The dream carried on, and once I'd forgotten I was dreaming, again, I was wondering if I'd actually managed to get rid of him. I made my way to the woman's apartment; where she and her kids had been throughout the whole ordeal with her father. Despite our earlier 'problem', I expected that there was still a level of friendship between us. When I arrived, though, instead of being happy to see me - like her kids had been, before this - there was an almost palpable hostility in the air. Somehow, they had all gotten word that I had 'killed' the grandfather. And they weren't very happy about it. Without warning the (once sweet and affectionate) little boy came running up to me and bit me on the hand. Hard. I drew my had back and looked toward her other kids. She had three, this time, instead of two, the third of which was an older, teenage daughter. All three children were giving me a look that I could see was the spitting image of their grandfather's evil glare. But, where her younger children didn't seem to pose all that much of a threat, it was the teenage daughter in whom I could see an explicitly dangerous level of rage building, though she remained silent...just staring at me. It was then that I sensed, somehow, that he was 'influencing them' from beyond - possessing them, somewhat, in order to carry out his revenge. The mother was also visibly hostile, though not on the level of the children. As I pleaded with her to let me explain the craziness that I had just been dealing with, she insisted that it was best for me to leave and take my daughter (who was now with me, for some reason), because I was upsetting her children. On one hand, I could see that she didn't really want me to leave, but with the tension the way it was, she seemed to be demanding as if she had no other choice. Feeling more than a little dejected, I left the apartment.

After walking downstairs, I noticed her father's pick-up truck in the parking lot. Inside, was the man himself - fully whole again - and he smiled sinisterly while getting out of the truck and walking in my direction. By now, I felt completely defeated. I knew that he was just going to keep tracking me, no matter how many times I killed him. There was some stranger nearby, and I started raving about how I'd chopped the old man up, and how he kept coming back to life. The stranger just said "no, man...no...." and shook his head at me like I was losing my marbles. Again, I turned to face the woman's father. He had a bottle in his hand, with a cloth sticking out of the top of it. A molotov cocktail. For a moment, we just stared at each other, he with this smug look of victory on his face. About here, my lucidity began coming back, and really the first thing that I was thinking about was just waking myself up from this horrible dream. In the middle of my train of thought, though, and without actually lighting it first, the old man suddenly chucked the bottle directly at my head. Almost instinctively, I focused on a bit of telekinesis and then 'force-pushed' the unlit molotov directly back at him, with a wave of my hand. Before I got to see if it actually hit him or not, I woke up.

"Battle at Death Bus" - 08/26/2011

"Battle at Death Bus"
08/26/2011

I was on a bus - like an old school bus - but I'm not sure where we were headed. It was night out, and we were driving down some lonely, back road with nothing but trees around us. After some time, the bus had broken down, and we were now stranded in the middle of nowhere. A group of people on this bus, rather randomly, turned out to be self-proclaimed 'paranormal investigators, and after we had been sitting on the bus for some time, they told us that they were beginning to get 'readings' of paranormal activity, surrounding the bus. Most of us were skeptical of their work, but we allowed them to go about their investigation of our surroundings.

I, and a few of the other passengers, had followed two of the investigators outside. Looking over one of their shoulders, I could see into the screen of one of his gadgets as he scanned the darkened woods around us. The screen showed small blips of small figures scurrying through the brush. At first, I thought it was just infrared images of the local wildlife, but the P.I. said that they were actually the images of the ghosts of dead animals, and that this area was - for some reason - a hot spot for them. I wasn't really prepared to believe him, until I tracked some of the images right up to the roadside and - when looking off-screen - saw that there were no animals visible to my naked eye. That's when I started to get a little nervous. Soon, we were back in the bus. We'd come to find out that these invisible creatures were not confined to the outside, and were finding their way onto the bus with us. I was still sneaking a peek at the monitor, and could see the white silhouettes on the screen; little animals that might have been rats, moving around about our feet and over the backs of our seats. I was still a bit skeptical about the whole thing, though, and wondered if the readings were being falsified. Apparently, that wasn't the case...

The people on the bus suddenly began to get restless. There was some kind of commotion going on, but I couldn't see anything as being the cause of it. First, it seemed like some force was simply pushing people about, as if they were being shouldered out of the way as they stood milling about. Quickly, though, things turned much more violent. Unrest turned to terrified screams. I could see blood spraying about the aisle, and people began trying to hurry off of the bus. There was something definitely wrong, but I could see no threat whatsoever. Another one of the P.I.'s had a different kind of gadget, one which showed everything through a lens that looked just like a regular pane of glass. However, it was also able to detect these ghostly entities,and actually show them, as they would look to the naked eye, if we could see them without equipment. I caught a flash of a translucent figure. The tattered image of an apparition appeared through the glass. This thing was going absolutely nuts at the front of the bus, and ripping and slashing at all of the horrified passengers. Everyone was panicked, and we all streamed off the bus as quickly as possible. (The tech reminded me of the glasses in the movie 13 Ghosts.)

Over the next few moments, even more of these vengeful spirits began to 'show up,' and join in on the attack. That's when all Hell really broke loose. These invisible forces began swarming us around the bus. People were getting maimed, by seemingly nothing at all, and it was absolute chaos. Many of us were trying to scramble to get our hands on whatever technology we could, so that we could at least see these things. Before too long, though, this turned out to prove unnecessary.

We'd come to realize that these ghostly entities were actually becoming stronger, with each passing minute of their attack. The stronger they got, the more tangible they became, onto our plane. Soon, we were actually able to see them, without the equipment. They went from completely invisible, to translucent apparitions of zombie-like men and women, and after even more time, became about as solid as all of the rest of us. The major downside to this was that their strength continued to increase as well. Whereas they were once only able to scratch and claw at us, they were now dismembering people with their bare hands. The stronger these things got, the more they would start to mutate, physically, until we could hardly even recognize them as former humans. They were becoming ugly(er) monstrosities.

This was an all out war, and it waged on into the morning. The scenery had seemed to change, now that it was daytime, and it actually looked like the bus was parked in the dead center of an arena or stadium. Somehow, we had gotten hold of fire axes - as if they were placed on the bus for safety - and were using them to fight back as best we could. We were able to take some of these ghouls down, once they became tangible enough for us to actually hurt them. After hacking away at most of them, there were only about 3 of them left, in total. By this time, the action had just gotten completely insane. It was almost like a live action anime. The last remaining ghouls were now extremely fast an agile, due to their continuing 'evolution', and we survivors were now practically fighting like ninjas as well. Eventually, we wore the opposition down to one final ghoul. It had mutated so many times that it was stronger than all the others had been. Part of the battle, here, had switched to 3rd person perspective, and it almost seemed like I was playing a game, where I could move the camera around to where I wanted. There were a lot of slow-motion attacks and dodges, while I positioned the camera about the action. Things had a very Zack Snyder-ish (Sucker Punch) feel. At one point, I was on the roof of the bus and had done a back-flip off of it, while moving the 'camera' around the slow-mo acrobatics.

This thing just kept evolving, though, the more I thought I 'killed' it. In the end, it was beginning to turn into some weird, fleshy being with an emerging head made of metal and glass. The top half was actually starting to kind of look like Canti, from FLCL. I'd still had my regular fire axe, but this thing had a huge battle axe that looked like it was made of gold. He used it as a throwing axe, and when it flew through the air it had this distinct, almost mechanical whistling sound to it. I vaguely remember it coming back to him whenever he threw it (I had watched Thor again, last night), but I'm not entire sure about that.

I don't remember the outcome of the fight, though.

"Little Girl Ghost" - 07/20/2007

"Little Girl Ghost" 7/20/2007
(This dream seems eerily familiar. It feels like I've had it before (with subtle differences), but I can't say that I have.) I can't exactly remember all the details, but it was set back in my old neighborhood (as so many of my dreams are). I had a bunch of friends and family members over; mostly little kids and people my own age. There were a lot of strange things going on, between my house, and the house around the corner, which is the house to/from which most of us were going back and forth, throughout the dream. It was really late at night. A lot of the kids dipped into my stash of fireworks and went running around outside to start playing with them. I followed them, trying to get them to knock it off, but they were still able to set a few off before I confiscated them, telling them all that it was way too late at night and that my neighborhood was much too close-knit for them to be doing that. Basically, a couple of others and I were the only ones old enough to be keeping an eye on these kids.

Well, I can't remember how, but I was somehow tipped off that there was a ghost that was roaming around between our houses. (I had watched an episode of Supernatural last night.) Strange things kept happening; objects falling off of counters/shelves and whatnot. I believe I even caught a glimpse of her - who turned out to be the ghost of a little girl - out of the corner of my eye, a time or two. She was a somewhat vengeful spirit and definitely had some specific, unfinished business. These are all vagaries, though. My recollection of this dream, for the most part, is Really hazy.

Apparently, I spent a large portion of the dream trying to convince one of my friends that there was the ghost of a little girl roaming around. He wouldn't believe me, at all. At one point, we were walking in from outside, as I was telling him about the ghost, and he was like "Yeah, right, man. You're cracked." Just as he said this, I noticed he hadn't closed the back door, as we walked through it. I turned and told him to close the door. Just as he turned around and held out his hand to the doorknob, the door slammed, by itself. I knew, instantly, it was the ghost. I said "SEE?!!!" and he just looked at me, like it was so obviously the wind, though there was none. He scoffed a bit and we kept walking.

Later, we were sitting in the living room. I forgot how this part began, but it seemed that one of the little girls in the group of kids we were babysitting could actually see the ghost, all the time. She was having conversations with it. I brought her to my friend and said something like "She can see the ghost." I told her to point to the ghost, and she pointed just a few feet in front her. I asked her if she could talk to the ghost, and she nodded her head. She started translating things back and forth, but my friend still wasn't buying it, writing it off as just another stupid little thing kids do. I told the girl to ask the ghost something that was impossible for the little girl to know. She did, and told my friend the answer, but I can't remember what it was. This peaked his interest, slightly...but Only slightly.

Well, there is a lot more to this dream, that is all a blur. I know word started to spread (and evidence mounted) of the existence of this ghost. She had something that needed to get done, and I'm pretty sure her ultimate goal was leading us to her killers (but that whole concept is really blurry, so I'm only assuming that's what it all came down to). None of the older people were buying into it, though, until this one particular scene, when we were all getting in my car, to go somewhere. We all got in and I turned on the car, and then chaos ensued: All the doors locked; the horn started blaring like an alarm; the stereo turned up; the windshield wipers came on; and the engine started revving. We all freaked the hell out. The car started moving itself - jerking violently forward and stopping, forward and stopping, forward and stopping - over and over again - before slamming into the parked car near the house in front of us. Everyone inside my car was screaming. Through the panic, I pointed through the windshield at the other car, and said "LOOK!!" We could all see that the same electrical insanity that was happening to my car, was happening to the other car, simultaneously, with the exception that we were all locked in my car, and the doors of the other car were all opening and closing by themselves. This ghost was obviously REALLY pissed that she wasn't being taken seriously, by so many. And she'd definitely gotten her point across, this time.

The door locks eventually disengaged and we were freed from the car. From this point on, we were all pretty much watching our backs, avoiding looking into the shadows for fear that we'd see this dead little girl staring back at us. I can't remember how this went down, but we eventually found out what she was trying to do. Her killers were still at large   and we were somehow directed into going to find them. My car was wrecked and a tow truck came. The guys in the tow truck were let in on what was going on (while all other kinds of spooky paranormal stuff was happening, throughout this time, that I really wish I could remember).

To make this long dream somewhat short: These freakishly large and powerful-looking tow truck guys ended up agreeing to give us a ride to where we told them this little ghost girl was directing us. We knew we could use them because even their looks alone were intimidating. I can't really remember what happened, when we got there, but I'm pretty sure it involved us all catching up to - and killing - the murderers;s with some help from our invisible acquaintance, if I'm not mistaken. Whether she actually Helped or not, I'm not sure, but after the job was done, and the girl was avenged, something had tipped us off that she was there with us. I just can't remember what it was. In any case, this later was confirmed when my friend (the one that was skeptical, in the beginning) knelt down to the floor - which was slick, wet, hardwood. (I can't remember what kind of liquid it was covered in. I'm pretty sure it wasn't blood, though.) He reached out to the floor, with his index finger, wrote the word "Hi" in the wetness - like writing on a steamed up window - and stood back up. We both looked at the word for a moment and then, next to it, a tiny, invisible finger slowly replied in the wetness: "Hi," and finished off by scrawling a smiley face beneath the lettering.   That's all I remember. 

"Bloodsports" - 12/19/2007 (Lucid)

"Bloodsports"
12/19/2007
(Lucid)

I was chillin' with TW, walking the streets of Lake Mary at night. When we got around this apartment complex that was close to my old house, an S.U.V. pulled up beside us. Inside the SUV were three guys and two girls. After a moment, I could see that one of the girls was a friend of mine, AC, who lived in Louisiana. I said “...AC? What the hell are You doing here?!” and she said “Were’ here to gouge out your eyes,” and smiled, sarcastically. For a second, I was genuinely stunned by her reply - but I then realized she was just joking and said “Oh…ok, cool,” and laughed about it. She asked if we wanted to come and hang out, at her friend’s apartment. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay long, because I had something important to do (don’t remember what it was, though). When we agreed, TW quickly jumped into the seat beside her.

While we were at the apartment, watching movies, TW and AC were basically all over each other - so much so that I didn’t even really get a chance to talk to her, but she was obviously eating it up. Time went on, and I'd just begun to fool around with her friend, but I remembered that I had somewhere to be. When I realized what time it was, I said that we had to go. I called out to TW and AC, and they came out from the room, still partially clothed. They were both extremely pissed that they didn’t get very far, and basically bitched at me about it, the whole way back, but I knew I had to get back and they would have probably been in there forever.

When we got back to the apartment where they’d picked us up, AC was still pissed. She threw a bit of a tantrum and we got into a huge fight. She kept trying to walk away mad, and I was trying to reason with her, but then these three wannabe-thugs that she was riding with stepped in between us, drawing guns on me as if I was some kind of threat to her. AC walked off, and I don’t know where TW disappeared to, so it was now just me and these three guys, that were still holding me at gunpoint. They started cracking jokes about me (as “tough-guys” with guns do), and I began to get nervous as to where this was going to lead. Suddenly, that nervousness made me recognize that this had to be a dream, and I became lucid. Just to be sure, without saying a word, I simply levitate off of the ground, about three feet. All three guys looked at me in shock as I grinned back at them. I rushed them, quickly grabbing them by the arm, one by one, and slinging them through the wall of the nearest apartment. Before following, I stopped and looked at my hands, stabilizing the dream and trying to eliminate any chance of my waking up before I got to have some fun. I then flew in through the wall, chasing these guys down and throwing them through wall after wall, watching them try to run and scream in terror as I stalked them through the buildings and slung them around like rag-dolls. Needless to say, I was having a ball.

The dream transitioned and I was still lucid. I found myself standing on a platform, with a bunch of people standing around me. A little Asian man that I recognized as either Pat Morita (“Mister Miyagi”) or Victor Wong (“Egg Shen from Big Trouble in Little China”) told me that I this was a tournament of some sort. I was about to fight a major bad ass, but I was still lucid, and I was amped and ready to go. I looked at my hands, one more time, to ground myself in the dream, and everything came even more into focus.

This guy came out and, as far as looks go, he was pretty intimidating. He was wearing baggy white pants, no shirt with a slim but insanely muscular torso, and long black hair that strong down over his eyes, and hung down to nearly his waist. The fight started and it was amazing. (besides the old blind Asian guy that beat me a year ago, this guy was the hardest DC I think I’d ever fought, while lucid). We were just going fucking nuts on each other, doing all kinds of flips around the platform, one-handed handsprings over each others’ attacks, trading punches and kicks, dodging at superhuman speed. It was crazy. At one point, I stopped on the opposite side of the platform and looked at my hands again. I didn’t want to lose the dream. My hands were still balled into fists, and I could see the blood (dunno if it was mine or his), pooling up in the crevices of my skin. The visuals became more solid, and the fight went on. There was one of those training dummy things - that people practice Wing Chun on - in the room, and the fight ended when I punched the guy in the chest so hard that he flew backward, into one of the pegs, and it impaled him from behind, pushing his intestines out of his stomach. Yeah, it was pretty freakin disgusting.

I had won, and a few moments passed. In this down time, I’d lost my lucidity. Suddenly most of the lights around us blew out. There was a huge commotion in the crowd, and it was obvious that something sinister was going on. This guy, that I’d just killed, had come back as a demon, or spirit, or whatever you want to call it. Even with a little bit of light left, I could only see him as a shadow, like the light never touched him. He started throwing these flaming darts of some kind at me, occasionally stabbing me with them as I tried to scramble away from this vengeful specter. He flew at me from behind and grabbed me by my head, pulling it back. With his other hand, he reaches his fingers down to my eye socket, and tried to dig in. I happened to wake up just as he was attempting to pry my eyeballs out of my face.