"Darkseid is Coming" - 11/26/2021

"Darkseid is Coming..."

11/26/2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everybody Out of the Deadpool" - 11/23/2012

"Everybody Out of the Deadpool!"

11/23/2012

Dream #1

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I was a disembodied spectator of this dream, watching Wade Wilson (Ryan Reynolds version), aka Deadpool - before his transformation - being led through some industrial facility. The place was being run by an evil syndicate, and I believe it had an oil refinery to use as a front. The villains had taken Wade captive, and they were going to perform all types of experiments on him - whether he liked it or not - to turn him into their own mutant weapon: Deadpool. I could see a screen that was showing what mutant abilities they were going to be adding to his own, and I saw that it once referenced something about his 'motor-mouth,' as if it was something that they were assessing for their experiments. Wade was walking alongside a woman - who obviously didn't want to hear a thing he had to say - and he was just cracking all types of jokes. The woman was getting very visibly annoyed. It was rather hilarious, though. From the way he was acting, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he was even being held there against his will.

Sooner or later, there was a battle going on inside this facility. I believe Wade's team had come to bust him out and to take down the syndicate, but I'm not exactly sure who they were. I do know that a plan was devised to destroy the facility via some sort of nuclear device. I remember panic, as people were trying to stop the explosion and/or escape the facility. At the very end of the battle, the initial device had been disarmed, but someone else had set a back-up plan into motion, that caused the oil running through the facility to be channeled up into one, single tunnel, where it began to well up. I could see people running through the hallways, trying to escape the facility, and the ground around them was shaking. Telephone poles, near the exit, were wobbling. These were ominous signs that there was a massive explosion building beneath the facility. Then, the oil burst out of a single channel, essentially through a manhole cover in the ground, and spraying an enormous black geyser into the air. My perspective pulled out from the factory's perimeter, showing the full hundreds of feet that the black fluid shot into the sky, piercing a large layer of green clouds that hung low, over the city. Gravity soon began to take hold, once the geyser hit its apex. The green clouds, it seems, turned out to be a thick layer of methane gas that was blanketing the city (exactly like the scene in The Mask where Stanley and Tina are overlooking the city from the park, and it shows all the green methane emissions in the air).

In what I believe was slow motion, I witnessed the villains watching this jet of black oil fly up into the air, blooming into an umbrella and falling back down toward the layer of methane that over the city. At that same moment, a fire was ignited in the facility - though I don't know by whom; a trail of fire streaked up the oil geyser and toward the methane clouds that the upward jet had broken through; and that the downward arc of falling oil was about to re-enter. I saw the look of impending doom on their faces, evidencing that they knew exactly what was about to happen. The fire - doing what it does - surged up the geyser; through the hole in the green gas; up to the apex of the oil fountain; and then began to rain back down toward the cloud of flammable methane. After a short moment of dramatic silence, the entire methane cloud combusted, creating a gargantuan explosion, across the entire city, that would have rivaled any destructive blast that the team might have used to blow up the facility.

The enormous mushroom cloud, curling over the city, was the last thing I remember of the dream.

"Die Hard with Lucidity" - 11/20/2006

“Die Hard with Lucidity”

11/20/2006

(Lucid)

(I popped some B6 and melatonin before bed and had what is probably the longest, single, lucid experience I’ve ever had.

Possible content influences: Just finished watching “Walking Tall” starring The Rock, which involved dirty cops – also just finished watching (coincidentally): “The Rock” starring Sean Connery and Nic Cage, which involved corrupt Marines – Also, my cousin was over here playing Grand Theft Auto on Friday - which spawned past Friday’s dream - and I haven’t played my GTA in over a year, so it was fresh in my mind.)

The first thing I remember, in this dream, is being on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, at night. I was outside, walking through a hallway, and had just realized I was dreaming. I don’t even remember what it was that brought this to my attention. It was pretty-much just “Bam. Here I am. And I’m obviously dreaming.”

I immediately forgot what it was I was doing, and I decided to go exploring for awhile, walking over to the staircase while looking down to examine my hands. They were very normal looking, except for waves of wispy, dark shadows flowing over them. Jumping off the top stair, I caught myself in the air, levitating, and began to hover around the complex. Even though it was dark, I could tell that this definitely looked something like the apartment complex I was staying in - in Georgia - like 13 years ago.

Flying felt uncommonly easy, and I just stayed a good 15-20ft above the ground, floating about, almost aimlessly. When I was flying toward another hallway, across a large section of grass, I noticed a little girl walking by herself. Since she was the first DC I saw, I hovered in a little closer and was about to speak to her. She looked up at me, looking exactly like the little girl that showed up at the end of my “Possessed House” dream (The one that I thought might have been an older version of my daughter), except that she was wearing a frilly, white and black dress, instead of a black hoodie. (I didn’t notice the resemblance though, until after I woke up.) As I was approaching, her eyes suddenly flashed a bright orange. They weren’t really threatening, but just…bright orange. Aware that I took B6 before bed, those eyes deterred me enough to make me change directions and decide not to get involved with her, because I didn’t want this dream taking a nightmarish turn for the worse.

I thought it might be a good idea to counter that potentially unpleasant experience with something a little more umm…enjoyable, so I went flying around looking for some women more my age. Haha. With flying coming as easily as it was, I was feeling a lot of control in this dream. I flew from apartment to apartment (simply phasing through the walls). Eventually, I ended up flying back up to the second floor, floating over the railing and landing softly on the walkway. I noticed that there was a party going on, a few doors down from where I landed, and decided to check it out.

There were a bunch of people I didn’t know, just hanging out at this apartment, a few of them wandering in and out of the doorway, drinking. The door remained wide open, so I just stepped in, not really bothering to introduce myself. I started mingling with the crowd as if I knew them all and ended up talking to one of the girls – really cute. Sort of like Jessica Alba’s features with shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair. We slid off to one of the back rooms, got undressed (though I don’t remember undressing), and had a bit of fun while the party went on throughout the rest of the apartment.

When we were finished, I was leaning over her, in push-up position, and my mind was already starting to wander. I was thinking something about phasing through walls and ceilings, and how I’ve never tried phasing downward before. I told her something like “hang on. I wanna try something,” and then I held onto her and started making us sink down through the bed and the floor beneath it. (I’m guessing this was due to not really knowing what to expect but…) We sank away into an empty white void. I kept trying to think of something to fill the space with – some kind of new scene (even the apartment below us, which seemed logical), but nothing came into focus. Having considered this as proof of the phasing experiment being a failure, I focused on phasing upward, instead. I jumped up as if I was jumping off of the ground and, before I knew it, I had phased up through the roof of the apartment complex and was now standing on top of it, looking out over the neighborhood.

The girl was gone and (to the best of my knowledge) I was fully clothed again. I know I took a moment to look at my hands again, right around this time, but I can’t remember what I saw in them. I do know, though, that I definitely felt more grounded in the dream state and more confident that I could take the some time to explore without having to worry about waking up. It was still night out, and I could see an industrial yard about a half-mile or so away. I decided to check it out, jumping off of the rooftop and flying off in that direction. I don’t remember landing, but I was soon snooping around a warehouse where a lot of men were working. I could tell by their uniforms that they were military men. Staying out of sight, I was trying to see what it was they were doing, but I couldn’t.

Somewhere around here (though, I don’t know exactly how this transition happened), I was sort of “remote-viewing” into one of the nearby buildings. (I think I lost lucidity here, for a moment. I’m not sure, so I’ll just assume I did, because this part is so hazy, and I don't specifically recall still recognizing that I was dreaming.) Two high-ranking officers were talking in a small room; one black, one white. The centerpiece of their conversation was the model of an airliner jet that was sitting on a table in front of them and, in particular, one of the turbine engines on the wing.

I knew, immediately, who these guys were: They were the two main villains from Die Hard 2. The white guy was telling the black guy about how his death (getting chopped up by the jet turbine in the movie) could have been avoided and what to do, next time, if such a situation should come up again. (Which is pretty funny, now that I think about it. Lol.)

After a couple of seconds, I was back in my own perspective, again, still stealthily creeping around in the warehouse. I knew that these guys were all up to something big and I was determined to stop them. The feeling of impending danger brought me to lucidity again. The dream was still feeling hazy (after that disembodied transition), and I solidified it once more by looking at my hand. I focused on it, noticing the texture was kind of bumpy and calloused. The details of my hand became more and more resolute and, once I looked up, I could see that everything else in the dream environment had, too.

I don’t remember how the whole thing started, but I was eventually spotted, and the whole place went crazy. The two C.O.s were trying to make their escape in a jet (much like in the movie) only this time it was a huge fighter jet that looked something like the X-Men’s Blackbird with two, parallel cockpits. Pretty badass looking, actually. They were taxiing  onto a nearby airstrip, and I was gun-fighting/running my way through the warehouses and industrial clutter in the yard, trying to catch up to the plane before take-off. I was hauling ass, too, on foot, actively pushing all doubt of catching this thing out of my mind, because I was lucid and knew I could catch up to it.

Suddenly, I saw a figure jump off of the plane and roll to a stop in front of me, sliding out of the roll and into a perfect stance. It was the white Officer, who was a martial arts expert in the movie. He’d stayed behind to fight me off, while the rest of his crew got away in the jet that was now gaining speed and moving faster off in the distance, in preparation to take-off.

I ran toward the guy and we started brawling. Unfortunately, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended the fight so quick but, before I knew it, I was continuing to run down the airstrip, chasing after the jet, having already defeated its defender. I could see the afterburners flare up in the night, as it began to leave the ground. Following suit, I jumped into the air and started flying as fast as I could, a few feet from the cement. I could tell I wasn’t gaining any ground, though. I was stuck at like 70mph and the plane was pulling further away. I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” I tried visualizing the world in my peripherals as a motion blur and willing myself closer to the plane. That didn’t help at all, and the jet was losing me.

Unexpectedly, I heard sirens behind me and, when I looked back, I saw a black Lamborghini with police lights on, it tailing me. (The same one that pulled me over in the recent bowling alley dream? Apparently, the cops were in on this “military” operation, as well.) I dropped out of the air and landed in front of the car. When the car skid to a stop, I obviously jacked it from the cop (don’t remember doing it, though) and, before I knew it, I was speeding down the airstrip, trying to find another jet. I remember the awesome feeling of pushing the engine on this thing and shifting gears, letting go of the stick at one point to look at my right hand again in the, passing, airfield lights, trying to keep the dream stable. This time, my hand seemed to have tiny boils and blisters all over it, but I was too preoccupied to worry about the details. I focused on the whole hand for a moment - clearing up the little bit of fog that had started to haze over the dream - met again with a sense of confidence that I wouldn’t be waking up too soon.

There was a long sequence involving me driving through some twists and turns of this “industrial yard,” looking for another jet. The military men that stayed behind were still out there and trying to kill me. At some point, I was headed toward where I had a feeling I could find another plane, when the car I was riding in got sprayed with bullets. The engine caught fire and the first thing I could think about was Grand Theft Auto. (Anyone who plays that game knows that you have like 10 seconds, after your car catches fire, before it explodes.) 

A million things ran through my mind. It started off with “SHIT! What’s the cheat code to put out the fire in GTA?!” Then, I thought “Wait..this isn’t GTA! There is no cheat code! Ok, I should bail out! How do you bail out, in GTA?! Uhm Uhhhhhh…..Triangle! You Press Triangle! Wait! I don’t have a controller!!” As soon as I thought this, I looked away from the steering wheel and looked back, and a PlayStation controller appeared, embedded into the vinyl. (Haha)

I slammed my thumb down on the triangle and was ejected from the side of the car, hitting the ground rolling, but feeling no pain. The car kept driving and, as I stopped rolling, I looked up and saw it crash into a wall and explode. (Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. The ridiculous stuff we do, when we panic. Lol.)

So, I was on foot, again, dipping away behind all of the crates and industrial clutter. When I was sure no one could see me, I took a moment to look at my hands, yet again, stabilizing and prolonging the dream. As I was walking and analyzing my hand, I remember thinking to myself “There is No Way I’m going to remember all of this, when I wake up. I need key words or something...” I started backtracking over my dream, picking out all the little details that I wanted to make it a point to remember: It took a minute but I was able to remember certain factors, all the way back to becoming lucid in the apartment complex.

While lost in thought (I didn’t really get a chance to focus on clarity, when I looked at my hand, because I got sidetracked), I noticed that I’d come across another, dual-cockpit, jet, like the one I had been chasing. It was sitting in a docking station - steam rising from the afterburners, like it was ready to go. I crept over to it, and was just about to climb aboard, when someone started shooting at me. I had to jump back down off of the ladder as more people ran in to assist the shooter, gunfire coming from all over the place. The firefight lasted a couple seconds, and I’d lost lucidity, during it. I remember beginning to get so overwhelmed that I had to completely abort the plan of using the other jet and (I think) resorted to blowing it up in order to kill a lot of the bad guys, that were now swarming around it, so as to make my getaway. I, conveniently, found another car in the industrial yard. It was some sort of suped-up racer. I only remember seeing it from behind.

The dream shifted, and I was suddenly way out in the boonies, somewhere. I still had this sleek car and was stopping in at a gas station. I think I was still on the mission; driving out to wherever it was the black C.O. flew off to. Coming out of the convenience store, I saw flashing lights and heard sirens coming in my direction. The dirty cops were after me, again. The last thing I remember is speeding away from the gas station with all these cops on my tail.

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"Ninja Girl" - 11/11/2010

"Ninja Girl"

11/11/2010 

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(There is much of this dream that I do not remember.) My earliest memory is of being inside of a building, with a couple of other people. I'm getting conflicting visions of the place being either a bar or some kind of industrial compound, but I'm not sure which is correct. Maybe both? Anyway, there was an incident, which ended up with the building being overrun with armed thugs. They stormed the place, in seconds, and had completely corralled all of the hostages into a central area. Throughout the ordeal, the tension between our groups was steadily increasing, until - from out of nowhere - a gorgeous, unknown ninja girl dropped into the scenario, from above. She looked almost exactly like Kasumi, from Dead or Alive, and I don't remember every detail of the fight, but I know that she completely annihilated the entire group of thugs. Her weapon of choice: a pair of sais.

She had made her way quickly around the room, ending up at the last thug, who was directly in front of me. I can't recall if he had me in a hold, or what, but the ninja girl basically just grappled him and took him out, without missing a beat. Cutting her eyes to me, she gave a devilishly-flirtations smile and looked me up and down. She didn't stop to talk, though, and immediately jumped into the air, climbing the wall like a squirrel and flipping herself upside down to slide - feet first - up into the rafters. Perched on one of the beams, she dropped her eyes to me once again and gave another playful smile, before reaching one hand up and blowing me a kiss. She then slipped out of sight so quickly that I couldn't even see which way she went. Outside of the fact that she looked like Kasumi, I got the strong feeling that I'd met her, somewhere, but couldn't remember where.

Shortly after this point, the dream transitioned into a flashback.

I was now in the character role of the ninja girl - but a younger, seemingly teenaged version of her. I was wearing traditional Japanese garb and making my way home to a little house, which sat in the middle of a wide, open field. Apparently, I'd just gotten done training with weapons, and I was bringing mine and my father's sais back home. This part of the dream was very vivid, and I remember the sais in great detail. My father's sais were so heavy, that I had to carry them over my shoulder, and could not lift even one of them, with one hand. The steel felt so realistic, and they were wrapped in rubber grips and had family crests studded at the bottoms of the hilts. My sais were identical, but much lighter in weight.

After what had seemed to be any normal day of training, I walked into the house to find that both my mother and father had been murdered. I believe it was the sound of heavy feet, but something tipped me off that the killer was still inside the home. I put down the sais and went to pick up one pair, grabbing my dad's, by mistake. I couldn't even lift one of them off of the table. Switching to my own pair, I sneaked to the doorway of the room that the murderer was in, and I hid with my back against the wall, waiting. The footsteps got closer, and I saw the bladed end of a staff begin to emerge from the room. I was going to wait until the perfect time to strike, but the blade suddenly swung up in my direction, as if the attacker knew I was there. I took my chances and lunged, hoping to catch the man as soon as he stepped out, but he parried my sai with his staff, and knocked me off balance. Not yet an expert fighter, my movements felt awkward and insecure, and when I saw that there was another man with him, I decided it would be best to try to escape while I could.

I bolted out the back door, running toward a neighbor's house, which had to have been a good half-a-mile away. I could just see it, across the field. I think I began to approach lucidity here, because, as I was running, I started thinking about how awkward it was that I was running with a pair of sais (as this was nothing that happens often in my waking life. Lol). My train of thought was derailed, though, when I heard a dirt-bike approaching me from behind. It was the two goons, and they were closing in on me quick. There was no way that I was going to outrun them, now. Still at a full sprint, I passed a tiny tree to my right, and made a sharp turn around it, just as the motorcycle zoomed by me. Instead of completely changing direction, though, I just ran around the tree, now behind the two murderers - who had hit the brakes to see where I'd gone. The first guy didn't have a chance to get off of the bike before I stabbed him in the back and side. The other man gained some distance and then turned back to square off against me. Desperately, I threw one of the sais at him. I wasn't even sure if I thought it was going to do anything. My rushed aim was horrible, though. (Again, I was still getting that vibe that I wasn't comfortable with these sais. I learned very few sai techniques in waking life, as a kid, so they just suddenly felt alien to me, even while in character.) The sai spun like a saw blade and hit the grass, a couple of yards in front of the man, bouncing back upward and traveling toward his face. At the last moment, though, he swung his staff up and swatted the weapon away. With one sai left, I rushed in toward him. I really don't remember this exchange, but it ended up with me managing to stab him twice in the mid-section - having gotten my other sai back, during the skirmish - and holding him, painfully, up on his feet.

He coughed up blood, trying to tell me to just kill him and get it over with. I refused. I wanted him to suffer for what they had done. My fists still wrapped tightly around the handles, the long sai prongs skewering up through his insides, I walked him the rest of the way to the neighbor's house. I kept him on his feet, even when he wanted to quit, using all my remaining strength to support his weight with the steel that ran through him. There was at least one point where he said something that caused me to pull one of the sais out, and make a fresh hole through him with it. Can't remember what that was, though. Finally, we ended up reaching the front porch of the house.

At some point, my perspective changed, and I was "myself" again, back in the "present." Apparently, though, some time had passed since I was saved from the hostage situation by this ninja girl (whose childhood I had just experienced - though I had no memory of the flashback, at this point in the dream), and not only had I crossed paths with her, again, but we were now friends. The last thing I remember is that we were driving around in a car, and that he was telling me about something or another, but I can't recall what it was.

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"Knife-Point Turn" - 10/26/2020 (Lucid)

"Knife-Point Turn"

10/26/2020

(Lucid)

My girlfriend and I were sitting in my car, parallel-parked on the side of a city street. After a short while, I noticed a figure come into view, just outside the passenger window - her side. A tall black dude was shuffling calmly toward us, just about to reach her door, and I could see that he was holding a large machete in one hand.

Immediately, I slammed the shifter into reverse and sped backward, away from the man, just as he had been lifting his free hand toward her door. Then, I stopped, turned the car around, and we drove off in the opposite direction. We didn't get far, before I could see that the man was closely tailing us in a car of his own, which led to an insane car chase through the busy roadways, having to constantly brake and swerve around all of the pedestrians that were meandering around the city in abundance. I remember drifting through a chain-link fence, once, and then missing a hard left turn which caused me to skid into a 180-degree reversal, before whipping the wheel around and doing a J turn to continue on down the road upon which we'd been traveling.

After twisting through a few more turns, we ended up losing our pursuer in a warehouse district, taking a moment to pull over and get our bearings once I was fairly certain that he wasn't behind us. Unexpectedly, the car chase seemed to have made my girlfriend a little...excited. Visibly elated at our having survived the experience, I remember her screaming out: "You're So Cool!!" and leaning over in her seat to start kissing and rubbing her hands all over me. She slipped her left foot over the center console and intertwined her leg with mine, getting fully into the mood despite the fact that I was still just trying to focus on making sure we weren't in anymore danger.

Then, I heard a tapping sound, coming from her other side. I looked passed her and saw the attacker from before, clicking his machete, nonchalantly, on the open window frame to get our attention. I could see that the machete was very ornate - customized with silver studs and what I think was a chain-wrapped handle. Again, I tried to put the car into gear and drive off, but my girlfriend's leg was still wrapped around mine, and she was just so pumped by the whole situation that she didn't even want to move it and let me drive us out of there! (Lol.) Unable to go anywhere, in our current position, we decided just to give the man some of our stuff so that he would leave us alone. She reached into her purse and pulled out something - though I couldn't see what it was - and gave it to him with a dismissive scowl. I reached into my pocket, to see if I had anything with which to appease him, and he caught sight of my cellphone, leaving the passenger side and coming around the front of the car, toward my side, to take it. 

As he walked around the car, I was finally able to dislodge my leg from my girl's, and was just about to throw the car into reverse, again, when I realized that we were blocked in by two cars that I hadn't even noticed before that moment. Apparently, our attacker wasn't alone, as a group of men flung open my girlfriend's door and dragged her out of the car, the man with the machete saying that they'd be taking her, as well.

I jumped out of the car, the moment he turned his back, and I began to chase them into one of the warehouses as they dragged her away. Unfortunately, though, I was never able to get up to an actual run. (Common "dream sluggishness.") They were always about 30 yards, or so, ahead of me, no matter how hard I pushed myself to catch up. I believe it was my becoming aware of this sluggishness, that allowed me to begin to suspect I was dreaming, because I reached my hand out and tried to "will" the kidnappers to stop. It was having no effect, at first, but then I tried to focus on only one guy - the one who was still the closest to me. I curled my fingers into a fist and sort of pulled on an invisible rope, toward me, trying to get the guy to stop. Eventually, I was able to make his legs start wobbling. He found himself unable to walk right and sort of wobbled off to one side, out of the way. 

Feeling a bit more confident in my pursuit (but still not fully aware that I was dreaming, despite being able to do telekinesis), I continued to follow the group of men as they pulled my girlfriend into some storeroom at the back of the warehouse. When I pushed myself into the room, I was surprised to see that there were a lot more men inside than had been involved in the chase, and they had all been waiting in the tiny room in order to ambush me. I knew that I was about to get beaten into oblivion.

They guy who'd had been wielding the machete stepped smugly up to me, and this was the first time I'd noticed just how big he was. He towered over me, looking down on me like some video game boss. I could feel my adrenaline racing, and just when I was beginning to think that there was no way out of this, it finally happened. I realized that this had to be a dream! Before I really even had a chance to adjust to the realization, the big guy cocked back one fist and was about to let it fly. In a sudden, defiant impulse, I squared up to him and put my face directly in the path of the oncoming punch. His fist slammed into my face and stopped, as if I was made of granite. I'm not even sure if I felt it, at all.

Grinning, ear to ear, I looked at him and said: "Ok. My turn," and, with him being as tall as he was, I had no trouble launching a fist out and smashing him square in the nuts with it. He crumbled to his knees, and I let fly with the other first, cracking him in the temple with a hook that sent him sprawling to the floor. 

Everyone else in the room froze and stared, speechless. Considering them all an afterthought, by this time, I waved my girlfriend over to me, and her captors let her go. She took my hand and as we walked out the door, I remember threatening to come back and pound on the rest of those guys, if I couldn't find anything else entertaining to do with the rest of my dream. Stepping out of the small room was the last thing I could remember, though.

"Elm Street Academy" - 04/09/2010 (Lucid + Dream Chain)

"Elm Street Academy"

04/09/2010

Dream One (a)

(Lucid)

I was a student at some enormous martial arts school. It was set up like a university. I was more of an outsider, in this school, and not treated very well by most of the other students. There was some really muscular kid who I started arguing with, across tables. I can't remember exactly what was said, but I completely tore him apart with wit. The entire room clearly respected me more, after that. The Master was going around, checking people's written work. There was a test or something we had to take around this time, and since I was somewhat newer than most the kids here, an Asian girl turned around and gave me a little bit of help.

Later, I was standing in a line with a bunch of other students. A gorgeous, hispanic girl approached me. The moment she recognized my face, she started going off on me - just screaming and cursing me out and waving her hands around, all pissed. Apparently, I had hurt this girl, sometime in the past (though she was not someone I recognized, from waking life).

Shortly afterward, [another gorgeous, hispanic girl, who actually was an old, waking life friend of mine] walked by us. My eyes followed her, pretty hard, and then I heard the other girl mumble something in Spanish. Her mumbling turned into another tantrum directed at me. She started going off, and she just would not stop. I'd - long since - lost the ability to keep up with what she was saying. All her words were just running together, and she was getting more and more animated. No matter how many times I told her to keep it down, she wouldn't. She was making a scene, and I knew that we were going to get in trouble. It got to the point where I actually grabbed a hold of something, nearby (can't remember what it was) and literally shoved it into her mouth to keep her from talking. With her cheeks stuffed, she finally had no choice but to shut up.

There was one guy at the school who was really nice to me. He was Native American, I believe, and had long black hair. He was just a genuinely cool guy, and I remember meeting his family, at some point. Some time much later, the guy just up and disappeared. Rumors started going around the school that he had been mysteriously killed. We were never able to find out how, though.

Time passed, and I ended up having another run-in with the jock-ish guy, that I had argued with, earlier. It was more like an ambush, actually. I had been walking along the wall, outside the building, and he came out of nowhere and forced me into the nearby boiler room. He squared off, ready to fight me, and I told him that I didn't want trouble like that. Sure, he was a dick, but I really wasn't interested in fighting him on school property. He kept egging me on, though, and got in my face. His arms shot up and grabbed hold of my collar - and I was just about to defend myself - when some invisible force threw us apart from one another. I was thrown down on a table, back-first. The other guy was thrown against a wall or gate or something. This force was pressing down on my chest, and pinning me to the table, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sit up or roll off the edge. Suddenly, my shirt began to tear. The quick slashes of a set of invisible blades whipped repeatedly across my chest and shredded my shirt, with each swipe passing just millimeters above my skin. I couldn't turn my head - let alone lift it - but I could hear the sound of the other guy screaming bloody murder. I took no comfort in the fact that whatever was happening to him sounded much worse than what was happening to me.

A wave of relief did come, though. Horrified as I was, I immediately realized I was having a nightmare. The unseen attack continued to slash violently across my shirt, over and over. I knew, without question, that this was Freddy's doing. Now lucid, I braced and tried as hard as I could to sit up straight, on the table. The force threw me back down, like an arm-wrestler getting his second wind. Again and again I struggled to counter the invisible demon who continued to shred my shirt, but to no avail. I just couldn't get the control. Still in a slight state of panic, I intentionally woke myself up.

(I was only up for a moment or two, and fell right back asleep.)

Dream One (b)
(Lucid)
(Chain)

I was back at the school, walking around the perimeter of the building, once again. I came to the open door of the boiler room, and peered inside. The lights were out and everything was pitch black. A quick rush of recollection hit me and I remembered what happened, last time I'd went through the door; Freddy had attacked me, and I never found out what happened to the other boy. (Even though I realized this, I didn't become lucid again.) Some time later, the jock's girlfriend - who had been sitting at his table, when I verbally tore him a new one - caught up with me. She asked me if I'd seen or heard from him recently. I had no concept of time (specifically, how long after the boiler room incident it was), and I told her "no." I really wasn't all that sure about what happened. We felt we had to find out, though. More time passed and we had eventually come across an obituary. Thumbing through it, we came to a break in the neatly-typed font of a list of names. In this space, scrawled in out-of-place handwriting, was her boyfriend's name (which I can't remember). Beneath that, it said:

"Dead. 

Reason: He died for his father. (Whatever that meant)

Signed: AhaAHhAhaHAhAHAA!"

By the signed laughter, I immediately knew it was Freddy's doing. Time skipped ahead again, after this.

It was now night time. I was in the back seat of a car, with a couple of friends in the front. We were driving down a street and saw a figure walking up the sidewalk, the other way. From a distance, we could tell it was the jock dude that had just been declared dead. Shocked, we drove over to toward him, to ask him just what the hell had happened to him. Just as we were about to come upon him, another car drove up, from the other way, placing itself between us and the guy walking down the sidewalk. Then things got really strange. When we looked in the car, we could see that the person driving was actually the same kid that was walking down the street! There were two of them! The one that was driving got the other one's attention, and called him over to the car. The one that had been walking, curious, walked closer to the car, looked  inside, and then got in. Still a few dozen feet away, and still in our car, we all screamed "NO!!! NO!! What are you doing?!? Don't go with him!!!" knowing that things were just not right. I told the driver to hurry up and get in their way, so we could keep them from taking off. The passenger said "No. Forget it. He's already dead," dismissing the idea of going to rescue the 'dead' kid.

But I knew that things were all wrong, in this situation, and I wasn't convinced the kid was already dead. I said, to the passenger, "How do you know that?!" 

And then the passenger spun around in his chair, toward me. It was Freddy Krueger. He yelled in my face; "Because I said so!!!" and he lunged his clawed hand at me. I immediately realized I was dreaming and, in an instantaneous rush of lucidity, I reflexively woke myself up before he was able to connect with me.

"The Deep" - 12/06/2005

"The Deep"

12/06/2005

(I remember two dream scenarios from last night, though much of the detail has been lost since I had to hurry up and get here to work.)

The first dream was the most intense. It took place on some desolate, off-shore structure - like an oil rig, or something. There was a long sequence of exploring this mysterious, seemingly-abandoned place, though I don’t remember who was with me. Sometime later, we realized we were being hunted through this structure by these things the resembled Yautjas (Predator Aliens). There were a lot of close calls; almost getting caught and killed by these things. After a while, the only way away from them was to sneak my way to the outside of the rig and jump overboard. 

Diving into the royal-blue waters of the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight, at All, I just began swimming as fast as I could, away from the rig. But, of course, it was a heavy case of 'out of the frying pan, and into the fire'. As I was swimming, I’d begun to realize that there was something in the water, with me. 

Something Big….Something REAAALLY big.

Tentacles flew up around me; tentacles so large that they were each about as wide as a redwood, and so long that I could never see the full length of any of them. What made it even worse was that this wasn’t just an octopus or giant squid, that was trying to get me, this was a horrific and seemingly-mythical Sea Monster. It was attacking me from below, shooting its tentacles up over my head and trying to pull me down. At one point, it succeeded in crossing some of its tentacles over the top of me and dragging me down into the depths. While underwater, I could finally see this beast that was drawing me down further into the darkness, and yeah, he was an ugly sum’bitch. (Think of the creature in the movie Deep Rising. O.O!) The thing is: I have the distinct feeling that I got away from it, rather than being drawn all the way down and eaten…I just don’t know how.

"New World Disorder" - 12/08/2016

"New World Disorder"
12/08/2016

 T, B, M and I decided to infiltrate a Neo-Nazi rally.

We were being led down into what seemed like an underground garage, surrounded by Neo-Nazis. Most were stereotypical - white, with shaved heads - but there were a few minorities speckled throughout the crowd as well. En route to the meeting area, we passed through several rooms that looked as if they were ripped out of the "generic haunted house" handbook; various torture chambers - both physical and psychological - with a number of digital monitors showing compilations of gruesome acts of violence that were, undoubtedly, being performed on the people being held captive within this place.

We were herded into a main room and shuffled our way toward the back of the gathering of maybe a little over 100 people, trying as best we could to blend in as sympathetic to their cause, in order to observe their actions and rhetoric. One man spoke from the podium and, though I can't really remember much of what he said, it was all too constantly met with cheers and chanting from the mob.

Before long, the rallying cries began to take on a tone of suspicion and accusation, waves of negativity progressing through the crowd and making their way back toward us. The group was becoming more and more alarmed that there were traitors or 'outsiders' among them. It didn't take long before we were confronted and discovered to be...disloyal. A long chase inevitably ensued, and we were soon sprinting through the halls of this expansive facility, which was gradually morphing from a dank, dilapidated, present-day industrial setting and into a sanitized, futuristic and seemingly state-funded Base of Operations with grayed-out metal and stone interiors that looked pretty-distinctly Sci-Fi. Armed sentries pursued us while we dodged and darted within the halls, at one point coming to an annex and staring down the barrel of a massive cannon that they had instantly erected in our path before we changed directions and ran down an other hallway before the group of henchmen manning the unnecessarily-large weapon could get a single shot off.

Having split from my group while running, I was being tailed by a small squad of Nazis (now in even more militaristic attire), when I turned a corner of an apartment-style hallway, ducking into the first open door that I saw and closing the door behind me. Inside, I ran into a young woman who was quite startled by my having barged into her room. Frantically, I whispered a plea for her help and gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Apparently, she was one of many people being held by these fascists against her will, so she was willing to aid me by shoving her into her closet. The patrol kept on searching, so I had to remain in this cramped space for most of the day. The girl ended up taking a nap on the bed across the room, and there eventually came a knock at the door. The guards were doubling back and checking the rooms, individually.

The girl didn't hear the first few knocks, or the demands for the door to be opened. Fearing they were going to burst in and search the place, I picked up a shoe from the closet floor and chucked it across the tiny apartment, hitting her with it and waking her up just in time for her to respond to the guards. She tried to get them to leave her be, but they insisted upon coming in, just before I was able to fully shut the closet door - which the girl noticed. She tried to keep their attention from the closet but, from the darkness, I could see that they were starting to glance over toward my hiding place in suspicion. When they did, the girl raised a huge stink about how they were immoral thugs, disrespecting her privacy. She was even able to call in another female friend to back her up. The friend came in, immediately chastising the guards for being so cruel as the pair whipped up some crocodile tears and began to console each other for this apparently sexist infraction. The newcomer seemed to know all about the rouse, and was playing along perfectly.

It worked. The guards, not wanting to get too caught up in this seemingly-overwhelming display of female emotion, ended up leaving the room without fully searching the place. The two strangers had saved me, and when I was sure the patrol was gone, I set back out to find my friends.

I remember one last fragment about being on the outside architecture of the base, maybe a few hundred feet above ground and cornered by the patrol, yet again. I don't recall how the whole thing ended, though.

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 (Possible inspirations: a topic recently came up, where some friends and I were reminiscing on a time when we created fake accounts for Stormfront.com, which is a "White Nationalist/Supremacist" website, and did a hilarious trolling raid on them, some 10 years or so ago. Obviously, with everything that has been going on in American politics, as of late, the subject matter has been on my mind.)

"Fallout Children" - 02/22/2009

"Fallout Children"
02/22/2009

Dream #2

I was walking in a field with maybe two other friends of mine, and I believe we were teenagers. We were all staring at this old factory/plant that was off limits to trespassers, while we passed by it. Apparently, there were a lot of old stories and rumors about the plant, and we were all really curious as to what really went on there. We saw a man coming our way, walking toward the plant, and he had a box. When we crossed paths, he said that he was making a delivery to the plant, so he had permission to go in. Of course, we couldn't resist asking if we could go with him. he agreed, and allowed us to walk along side him.

We approached the old, run-down building, and noticed that there was a smaller building attached to the front of it. This one looked more like a house than an industrial building. The place appeared completely abandoned, but the closer we got, the more we could hear what sounded like machinery whirring and whining from the set of buildings. Before going inside, we went around the front side of the 'house', trying to see inside the dark windows for any signs of life. The closer we got to the building, though, the louder this whining, wailing noise got - and the more distinct. It sounded almost...human. More fantastically, it sounded like the wailing of ghosts. Lots of ghosts. The idea seemed absurd, though, but thinking about the sound with that in mind made it one of the eeriest, most unnerving sounds I'd ever heard.. Still, secure in the assumption that ghosts didn't exist, I approached the others and we walked inside.

We found ourselves in an old kitchen. It looked outdated, but didn't exactly look as abandoned as I'd half-expected. The wailing sound had gotten louder, though, and it seemed to be coming from a cellar door near the hallway. I was such a ghastly noise, but with everything else seeming so untended, curiosity was getting the better of us. A couple of us went over to the door and pulled it open, peering down into the blackness. We almost toppled all over each other, when a mass of tiny heads and arms suddenly lunged out at us, reaching frantically for us like zombies closing in on a meal, wailing away in that terrible chorus we'd heard from outside. In the second it took us to react, I could see that they were children - dozens of them. Their faces and bodies were horribly disfigured to the point where it was hard to even recognize them as humans. Just the same, though, we slammed the door shut, screaming, and braced ourselves against it to keep the horde inside.

Just then, a man and woman appeared in the hallway, having heard the sounds and come to investigate. They were totally aware of the children in the cellar, and after we began to calm down, they told us a story about the plant and how there used to be all kinds of fucked up experiments going on in there - one of which caused some sort of radioactive contamination that burned all of the children that were being experimented all, disfiguring them the way that they are. They took the box from the delivery guy and opened it, revealing the contents to be canned goods - food for the children. Still uneasy about the atmosphere, we stuck around long enough to hear more about the tale, as the man and woman fed the children. They let a couple of them run around in the kitchen area while being fed and, aside from the horrific disfigurements, they seemed like ordinary children - though they couldn't talk and did not much more than make moaning noises. The wailing from earlier had been their cries for food.

Though there didn't seem to be any danger in the situation, it was all just too uncomfortable to hang around in. We'd figured that we'd been there long enough, hurriedly said our goodbyes, and left the building. For some reason, we were all suddenly, overwhelmingly hungry, and we could see that there was a Subway at the end of the field opposite the side we'd come in on. Instead of walking around the entire perimeter, we just went and climbed over the chain-link fence, crossing some railroad tracks and heading toward the Subway to eat.

"Dueling Dragon" - 06/15/2006 (Lucid)

“Dueling Dragon”

06/15/2006

Dream #2

(Lucid)

In this next dream, I found myself in a large industrial yard, enclosed with high walls around every side. Everyone was hard at work at building something or other, and there was a long, inverted conveyor belt over our heads. It carried these big, bell-shaped weights that must have weighed 5 tons a piece. After watching this process for a few minutes, I then noticed that one of the bell-shaped weights didn’t quite look right. I couldn’t put my finger on the reason for it, at first. But then, the whole thing seemed to sort of unwrap itself; practically blooming, like some great dark orchid. What I first thought had been a solid, metal structure, stretched itself out to a wingspan of at least 40 feet. It was a dragon, hanging upside down from the conveyor belt like a giant vampire bat.

The very instant that I figured out what this thing was, it dropped down from the overhead belt and descended upon the yard. Yard workers started running and screaming everywhere as this thing was bellowing fire all over the compound. I remember that, while I was trying to get away, one of the huge weights fell from over top of me. I forgot who it was (someone I know in waking life), but someone yelled at me to get out of the way. I looked up just in time to see the falling weight, and then I quickly dove forward, landing on the ground just as the weight smashed down behind me. Had I been where I was, a split second ago, I knew I would have been pulverized by the heavy object.

I think the impact shook another one loose because, as I turned over on my back, there was another weight falling down toward me. I rolled to one side as fast as I could, and just BARELY got away from that one. It was so close that I think it landed on the sleeve of my shirt. I quickly rose to my feet, and discovered that I was one of the last people in the yard. Most everyone had fled through cargo doors on all sides of the yard, and most of those doors were now closed. The dragon was doing fly-bys and pretty much just napalming the area with its breath while I searched frantically for an open cargo door. In running from cargo door to cargo door - trying to stay out of the beast's sight - I saw that each door was set far enough back into the stone walls so that, even if the doors were sealed, I would still have a little nook in which to hid, even if for mere moments, while I scanned around for another door to try. Sprinting toward what might have been the last door I might have been able to try, I was running parallel to a wall while the dragon was swooping in behind me. It  had me targetted and was closing in fast. I looked at the wall beside me and had the sudden urge to try to run along it (ala Trinity, in The Matrix) Then I suddenly remembered how often running on walls has made me realize I was dreaming, in the past. Upon this realization, it then dawned on me that this, too, was a dream.

The dragon was now just a few feet behind me, and streaking in at full speed, like an falcon dashing in to pluck a rodent from the earth, upon its flyby. At the last moment, still in my own stride, I pivoted slightly to one side, dashed toward the wall and ran up it, diagonally. Following through with my changing center of gravity - as my body leaned to accommodate my now using the vertical wall as my floor - I then rotated into a sideways flip off of the wall, which carried me up over the passing dragon. Having cork-scewed my way over the creature, I landed on my feet on his opposite side, just in time to see the beast swooped back up into the sky, now in front of me. I ducking beneath the cargo door overhang and took the moment to gather. With the knowledge I was dreaming, I decided to turn the tables on this fearsome devil and I then stepped boldly out into the center of the yard.

The dragon had landed, by then, and was now standing with its back to me. As I walked out further, it slowly craned its head around toward me - followed by the rest of its body. What happened next is a bit of a blur, but I vaguely remember the dragon exhaling a huge stream of fire in my direction. No longer the least bit worried, I then put up one hand and used the knowledge that I was dreaming to keep the fire away from me, putting up a sort of invisible shield between us. Though I don't remember actually seeing a full shield around me, but - while I was standing inside this inferno - I could see what looked like a light blue 'wave' of interference, where the fire was colliding with my force-field. (Pure Neo moment, right there. Haha.) I also remember doing a little bit of hovering around the yard, and throwing some fireballs of my own at the dragon. (Never really stopped to think whether or not fireballs have any effect on dragons, but oh well.)

Anyway, somewhere throughout this little battle, my feet were back on the ground and I had forgotten that I was dreaming. No longer in control, I wasn’t making any progress in fighting this dragon and was, by now, looking for a way to escape. There were still a few survivors of the dragon’s invasion, who were scrambling toward these vents in the ground - that I hadn't noticed until now. I ran over to one of them and jumped in. Now in the company of a few of the survivors, we spent some time trying to navigate these underground vents, and they were getting smaller and smaller, the further down we went. Sooner or later, I was getting very claustrophobic and wondering just how the hell we were going to get out of this labyrinth of stone tunnels and archways. But then - as worry began to hit me - I remembered once again that this is all a dream!

So, even though I was a good 20-30 ft underground and encased in a concrete shaft, I bent down and drew all of my focus to my legs, then blasting off like a rocket and flying straight up through the ceiling of the shaft, boring through all of the earth above me and then exploded up into the yard again. I landed next to the fresh hole I'd made in the yard, and got ready for round two with the dragon. However, instead of the dragon, I was staring up a (humanoid) giant. He was big and lumbering, and he stood over me, looking down at me as if I was I was his next meal. I had been completely unprepared for this.

This surprise stripped me of my lucidity again, just as this giant started reaching down to catch me in his hand. I started ducking and dodging the numerous swings from this “guy,” and was again looking for a way out of the yard. One humorous thing I can remember is how Dumb this giant seemed. I mean he was “dduuurrrr” dumb. But he was strong and he was fast and - at probably forty-something feet tall, - that’s all the advantage he really needed. I do remember he was treating me like a toy and considered his trying to kill me as “playing with me.” Across the yard, I caught a glimpse of one of the cargo doors that wasn’t closed all the way. There was about 2 feet of space beneath it. Freedom awaited. I ran toward the door as fast as I could, and could hear the giant’s feet as he thundered after me. Having no time to stop, I dove to the ground on my stomach and slid under the door.

What I didn’t realize was that the entire industrial yard sat high atop a single rock formation. It was a column of earth and stone, which stretched up from the ground for what seemed like miles. As I slid out from under the door, I went over the cliff-side (which was about 5 feet from all sides of the industrial yard) and grabbed hold of the grassy ledge while my legs dangled over the distant cityscape far below me. The giant obviously didn’t know about this either. He just came crashing through the cargo door and the concrete above it - oblivious. I think he almost stepped on me, because I let go and ended up falling down beside the rock column just as the giant was falling as well. I caught myself on something though and wasn’t that far away from the top when I stopped falling. Hanging on for dear life, I looked down and saw that the giant had latched onto something also, and was now beginning to climb back up toward me. I started climbing also - up and to the left - moving clockwise up the rock formation like a mountain climber as the giant ascended after me. It was The most insane feeling to be scaling this pillar of rock, thousands of feet above the ground, with a huge giant coming up after me.

But, to make a long story short (as if that’s possible ,at this point) the giant somehow ended up losing his grip and falling down to the earth, from a distance so high that there had already been a few clouds between us and the ground. I don't really remember whether or not I heard the impact of him hitting the earth, though.

Shortly after this, I woke up.