"Special Weapons and....Tentacles?" - 12/11/2006

"Special Weapons And ....Tentacles?"

12/11/2006

 

This one started off in school. High school, I’d say. I was sitting at the front of the class and there was a brotha' in the next row - one seat back - that kept talking shit to me, over my shoulder. I was doing my best to just ignore him, but then he finally stuck out his leg and kicked my chair, to get my attention. I had a Mountain Dew on my desk, and it fell off and spilled all over the floor.

Finally, I got up and walked around to the side of his desk where he could actually stand up. As I came around his row, he stared at me like he was just waiting for me to start something. (Pretty big dude too. Kind of looked like Terrell Owens with facial hair and not quite as much muscle) I could also see, before I got to him, that he was holding a pencil in his right hand, discretely, like it was a shank.

I stopped right next to him and said something like “What the F*CK is your problem?!” I can’t even remember what he said, because my attention was on the pencil (even though my eyes were locked on his, acting like I hadn’t seen it). Before long, he jumped up at me and stabbed the pencil at the side of my neck. I caught his forearm in both hands and tried to bend it around behind his back, but couldn’t, because his back was still facing his desk and I couldn’t get behind him. I think I pushed down on the inside of his elbow to force his arm to bend and started pushing his hand, with the pencil in it, up toward his own throat. Whatever happened, he ended up submitting after seeing that, had I wanted to, I could have pushed the pencil into his neck.

In a huff, he sat back down, and I walked back to my chair and sat down too. The girl who was sitting directly behind me was obviously friends with the other guy, and she was talking all kinds of bull, about how the guy didn’t do anything, and how I’m a shit-starter, and all that. I told her that he kicked my chair and spilled my drink, and she kept denying it, like she was trying to protect him, or something. Eventually, I just ended up ignoring the both of them.

We had this really cool teacher (whom I don’t recognize from waking life) and, pretty soon, the class became something like a big rec room. We were listening to music and a bunch of us had put our desks together and were playing cards. The guy who'd started shit with me, a while earlier, came up to me, apologized, and introduced himself. His name was Marcus, if I remember correctly. I don’t remember the reason he gave for being such an ass, earlier, but he was remained pretty cool, from this point, on.

Our teacher also showed us this new art medium, where he had this large board that was made out of Styrofoam, or something. You'd drop a couple drops of whatever color paint you want to use, over a given area, and then trace your finger back and forth, to smear the paint. While this was occurring, this “special board” would actually draw in the details that you’re visualizing in your mind, using whatever colors you’d spread over the area. It was dope. We all got together and did a huge landscape, drawn from above, adding a few layers of the foam to make texture like mountains and houses.

I also remember dropping a bag of grass on the ground, in the classroom, and hoping my teacher didn’t find it.

The dream shifted, and we were all, suddenly, in a dance club, even though it was still in the middle of the day. After a while, a bunch of SWAT members, in full riot gear, busted in and raided the place. Within the chaos, when no one else seemed to notice, one of the cops lifted up his helmet and I could see that he, clearly, wasn’t human. He had a green face with a tentacle-beard, like Davey Jones, from "Pirates of the Caribbean 2." None of these cops were human. There was a bit of a fight, and one of them ended up shooting me in the thigh, before we were all subdued. I could tell it was a small caliber, because it was merely like a bee sting – more annoying and irritating than excruciating. I remember yelling out something like “What the hell was THAT? A .22 or something?!! F*ck!” and was taken outside, holding my leg, obviously more upset with how much it stung than over the fact that they'd shot me, in the first place.

The dream went into some long scenario explaining this “alien” invasion that ended up in a huge castle/mansion on top of a mountain, at night. I don’t remember much of this part, but I do remember being on a huge cliff, and we were being attacked by this massive tentacle-monster like the Kraken from 'Pirates' (I haven’t ever even seen that movie. Wonder why I have so many elements from it.)

Anyway, this creature was HUGE. A couple of us had gotten too close and were trapped beneath this beast (which was a freaking disgusting feeling – having all these rubbery tentacles and suckers rolling and undulating over top of me) and I remember thinking how we should be dead, simply by the weight of this thing pressing down on us. I was able to pry myself back out, and we continued fighting it. At one point, I saw one of the girls in our group getting lifted up by one of the tentacles, by her leg, and dropped down into the mouth of this monster and eaten.

Also (which was probably the strangest thing about this whole dream), once we got away from the 'land-kraken', there was this guy, who just kinda showed up, that none of us knew. I can’t remember where we ran into him, but he obviously knew a lot about these aliens and had some interstellar connections. He took us to a place, within the castle/mansion, where he said he could get ahold of some sort of backup, or something. There was a ceiling-less room with a large door in the ground. This guy pulled open the door/hatch and jumped in. Once I was close enough to look down inside, I discovered that there was a sprawling machine that was hidden in the floor. As the machine began winding up, it struck me that it looked like a giant chamber on a revolver. It spun, a time or two, and then fired an intense shot into the air, like a cannon. My eyes could barely follow a streak of light as it flew out of the machine and disappeared, up into the stars. It was - I'd deduced - an apparent teleportation device, and the stranger had just transported himself light-years away.

In a matter of seconds, we spotted what looked like a distant star, getting bigger and brighter. It turned into that familiar streak of light and fell out of the sky, landing a few yards away. The guy had just teleported back. I can’t remember if he'd brought troops or weapons back with him, though, or whatever might have been the outcome of his off-world jump, as his arrival was the last thing I could recall.

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

”Bad Moon”

04/14/2008  

(Lucid)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last Night's Dreams, in One Sentence - 06/29/2021

 

"Infestation" - 10/24/2007 (FA+Lucid)

"Infestation"

10/24/2007 

Dream #3

(False Awakening)

(Lucid)

I woke up (from the previous dream) in a false awakening, idly looking beside me and noticing that I still had the bubble gum packet in my hand. I was like "WTF?! I brought this out of the dream world?!" (... ) I didn't even realize that this had to be a false awakening. Tearing open the packet and thinking I would find some hashish (as I had, in the previous dream), I was pretty disappointed to find...chocolate. Nothing but little squares of chocolate.

I turned around to face the rest of my room and noticed that fellow DreamViews member and friend, TwoShadows, was there, just sitting on a chair and watching TV. Again, I didn't even realize that this was weird, and we just started talking and watching whatever program was on, as I continued to lay in the bed. Suddenly, I felt this searing pain in my leg. It felt like a fire-ant bite, but it was moving, traveling slowly around my leg. I reached down and smacked whatever it was, flicking it off of me. Looking down at the ground, I saw this tiny, dead, black ant. I said to myself "there is no way that this little thing caused that kind of pain. Black ants don't bite and ant bites are stationary, anyway." Just when I said this, I noticed something else on the floor, out of the corner of my eye. Before I could train my eyes onto what it was, I felt another searing pain in the palm of my hand. When I lifted my hand, there was this odd, little, disc-shaped bug, with legs like tree roots and with green and orange markings on its back, walking across it. Everywhere its "feet" touched was like fire touching my skin. I freaked out and brushed the thing off of me. When I looked back at the floor, I saw two more - then four more. I felt another pain on my leg and jumped out of my bed. TS was on a chair that barely touched the ground, so I figured that she'd be alright, for the short time that it took me to run to the bathroom and make sure these damn things weren't all over me.

In the bathroom, I brushed myself down with a towel and found two of them. These two were, easily, four times the size of the other ones, and they were absolutely alien-looking. I smashed them both and looked at my hand and leg. There were these bulbous, purple welts that were already sticking up. I was still in some serious pain, but knew I had to get TS out of the room. Just when I stepped out of the bathroom, she yelled something like "Something just bit the Hell out of me," stepping out, in the hallway and holding her arm. I said I didn't know what the hell these things were, but they were like nothing I've ever seen before. We both ran to the other side of the house, and I was about to get some sort of pesticide from under the kitchen sink, when my mom came running out of her room, too, holding her arm and saying "something just bit me!" Immediately, I realized that these things were all over the house. I also knew that there was something wrong about all of this.

As is customary, for when I have time to think, during a dire situation such as this, I started wondering whether or not this was a dream. Without doing any reality checks, to confirm it, I assumed this had to be a dream, and I just wanted the pain to stop. I took the hunch that this was an unreal situation, and made the gesture to open my waking world eyes, which succeeded in waking me up.

(When I woke up, my palm still stung. My leg still stung. It actually took a little while before the pain to go away, which made me wonder whether or not I was still dreaming. I did a few reality checks, though, and the mental pain subsided, leading me to believe that it was just sensory residue from the dream, which happens, from time to time. That dream was messed up, though. My skin has been crawling, the whole time I've been writing this journal entry.)

"Dream World Academy Dorm Life" - 04/12/2018 (Lucid)

"Dream World Academy Dorm Life"

04/12/2018

(Lucid)

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(Having awoken, at about 8:30am; used the bathroom and set the intention on having a lucid dream; I got back into bed and fell back asleep, slipping into a false awakening.)

I sat up in bed, trying to adjust my eyes to the light coming in through the partly-draped window. My bedroom was strangely lit and seemed too dark for the amount of brightness shining from behind the curtains. Remembering that I’d just been fully awake, moments ago, and the room had been filled with sunlight, I deduced that I had done a WBTB and this was a false awakening. I knew I was dreaming. There was a hazy, almost ‘drunken’ feeling, when I looked around, as if I wasn’t fully immersed in the dream state, and I reached out to touch my wall and then ran my hand across my blanket, feeling the texture. At the same time, I repeated to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming…” (which I continued to do, periodically, throughout the rest of the dream), and I was immediately grounded into the dream – all of the visual details sharpening and making me feel more ‘present’ in the dream state. Leaning across the bed, I went to flip on the light switch, and it didn’t work. I found it slightly amusing that I even assumed it would have.

With this weird ‘light window, dark room’ duality still going on, I stood up and walked over to the window, itself. I raised a hand to the glass, and tried to phase through it, but the window resisted. Having to take a moment to re-affirm that this was still a dream, I tried again, and this time, my hand sunk into the window, up until about the elbow. I pulled my hand back out of the glass and immediately began thinking about what I wanted to do, now that I was fully lucid. I remembered that I wanted to try to find the Dream World Academy and started trying to think of the best way to go about it. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I had a momentary apprehension about roaming around undressed, but I think I quickly pushed the thought aside, because I was soon leaving the room (but I don’t remember if any clothes “materialized” on me or not. I never really thought about it).

Outside of what was, once, my bedroom, I was standing in an enormous hall, that looked like it belonged to the same kind of architecture that I’d seen outside my window. I wondered if roaming the interior of this building would be the best way to go about finding the Academy, or if going outside might be of more help. Deciding on the latter, I turned around and went back into the bedroom, walking back over to the window. This time, I pushed my whole body forward and phased through the window, now standing on a ledge about 5 stories from the ground.

Below, I could see a handful of people going about their business. My first thought was to jump from the ledge but - being that this dream was, now, extremely vivid – I didn’t want to just do something idiotic and impulsive, just because I was sure this wasn’t waking life. Thinking better of it, I slowly began to climb down from the ledge, testing my own body-weight, in order to see if I was able to defy physics without going too far. By the time I was hanging from the ledge, with one hand, I could feel that it was effortless. I seemed to way only a fraction of my actual weight. So, secure that I had enough control over gravity, I let go of the ledge and slowly hovered my way down to the ground.

Right around here, I vaguely remember something about someone’s cats approaching me and climbing all over me – refusing to leave me alone. It got extremely annoying, but didn’t last very long. I ended up going back inside this massive building, now on the ground floor. It had a very “campus-like” feel to it and, though the halls were completely empty of people, I had a feeling that this might have actually been my subconscious mind’s rendition of the Dream World Academy. The more I settled into the thought, the more I wanted to find something to actually confirm it.

I remember visiting 3 rooms, specifically. The first, was sort of a living area, which was the first place that I actually saw people inside. It looked kind of like a two-story apartment, and there were some college-age kids lying around, one of whom was at the fridge, in a tiny, open kitchen. Deciding not to disturb the scene too much, I kept wandering, and came upon a set of double doors. The doors opened into kind of a lounge, where [much-older] people were hanging around. It was more like a “study” room, and it was clear to see that these people were either “professors” or on staff of some sort. One man, with a bushy, gray bed of hair on his head motioned for me to leave them alone and go down the hall to where the younger people were hanging out. Again, not wanting to get too lost in the narrative, I left these people and continued down the hall.

By this time, I was beginning to feel that this place didn’t have a very “Dream World Academy” type of vibe to it. Without really knowing what to expect, as I walked through the [kinda boring, actually] hallway, I began to focus my attention on the desire to get something a little more ‘mystical’ or ‘magical’ out of the environment. Soon after, I was starting to see random Halloween decorations gradually adorning the walls. (I suppose this was my subconscious mind’s way of ‘mystifying’ up the place. Lol.)

When I stepped into the final room, I was surprised to be walking into a full-on college party. It had a dark, almost “Halloween Party” feel to it, but I don’t recall if there were any costumes involved. I didn’t make any immediate moves to interact, and just observed everyone while I walked through the room. There was a pretty large dude serving drinks, who didn’t look thrilled at the way I was studying him, and he grunted “What?” I simply said “nothing,” and kept walking. While navigating through the crowd, I began to remind myself “I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming…” One of the DC’s – a bit of a jock / “bro” – seemed to notice me doing it, and asked me what I was talking about. I told him, matter-of-factly, that what I said was that I was dreaming, and that they were all all figments of my imagination. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to that. He started saying stuff like “what?? No we aren’t!” and turned toward the crowd, yelling out “Hey! This guy says we’re not real! He thinks we’re all in his imagination!” I remember growing annoyed with him, but not really caring about the crowd’s response. I just continued on and tried to ignore him.

The next thing I remember is being outside, and riding on what I believe to be another DC’s motorcycle. (I get the feeling that someone let me ride it and that I didn’t just steal it, but who knows? Lol.) During the ride – and the more I got sucked in by the experience – I was beginning to lose lucidity and becoming immersed in the realism. It didn’t take long, though, before the bike started going out of control, and speeding straight toward a concrete embankment which led into a small body of water, in the middle of this city – like a flooded parking lot or something. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop, and I was about to drive straight into the water at a high speed.

Suddenly, I remembered, again, that this was all a dream. Just as the bike splashed into the flooded area, I leapt from the seat - vaulting over the handlebars and attempting to levitate myself over the water. My feet hit the deep water below me, but instead of sinking, I slid across the water, as if it were a slip-n-slide, coming almost to a hovering stop before focusing more on lift and flying up and off of the wet surface. Soon, I was flying through the city, between the high buildings on either side of me.

Maybe a dozen stories above the street, I flew toward an intersection, trying to think about what else to do, before the dream ended. No sooner did I begin to think about my options, than I saw two figures jump across the gap between the buildings at the crossroads – right across my path - and land on the rooftop off to my left side, without breaking momentum. As they ran across the top of the building, I made a quick left turn and followed, dropping down on the roof and running after them. They were robots, apparently – visually similar to something from Chappie or Real Steel – and the soon noticed that I was chasing them. Immediately, one of them turned and ran back to confront me, seemingly providing interference while the other continued to make its escape.

The robot dashing toward me (which was bright red, and larger than the other) was obviously not about to try and communicate, so I squared up in a Muay Thai stance and clashed with him. (This was the first dream fight I’ve had, in a long while, where I could actually remember a lot of the blow-by-blow. Lately, the details of most of my fights have been hazy, at best, and almost completely forgotten, most often. This was very vivid and intense, though.) There was a lot of punching and dodging, and we were perfectly playing off of each other, as if it was a choreographed, cinematic fight, but the one thing that really stood out was the first time I landed a roundhouse kick - right to the robot’s torso - and felt the kind of painful, metallic *CLANG*, against my shin, that made me second-guess whether going all out on this robot, even in a dream, would be more unpleasant than adventurous. The fight went on for a short while, but my attention began wandering over to the robot that had gotten away, wondering if I could defeat this present threat in enough time to catch up to the other robot and find out what they might have been up to, in the first place.

It was right around this moment of scattered focus, that the dream unraveled and I woke up. 

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Side Note: I find it funny that the big robot I fought was bright red, which is the same color as the stand-up kickboxing pad I practice on, in my garage. Lol.

"Assault and Batteries" - 04/22/2010

"Assault and Batteries"

04/22/2010

The first thing I remember from this dream was getting into a huge argument with some really arrogant chick. Out of nowhere, in the middle of our argument, she hauled off and hit me in the nuts with some kind of blunt object. The pain was excruciating. I fell to the ground, tensed up and trying as hard as I could not to succumb to the pain. I could not deny it, though. Every few seconds I would let out this guttural scream - waves of agony rippling all throughout my torso, as if someone had my balls in a vice and was giving the crank a quick, periodic twist (much like the way young Raizo reacted, in Ninja Assassin, when his teacher gave him that finger strike to the gut. It was seriously some of the worst pain I've ever felt in a dream.) After what seemed like forever, I was able to stagger to my feet. In a rage, I instinctively lunged at her. My only impulse (which was pretty inconsistent with my waking character) was to make this chick pay for attacking me in that way. Everyone in the crowd around us held me back, though. Still staving off the pain in my loins, I yelled and kicked and slung all kinds of obscenities at this girl, as a group of people dragged me away. One of the things I remember telling her was that she better not let me find her alone in the street. I was just utterly enraged and wanted to completely destroy this girl. Lol.

A little bit of time passed, and I stayed on the lookout for her, still seething. Finally, we just happened to pass each other, walking down a busy, city sidewalk one day. We didn't recognize each other until we were practically right beside one another. We both took a few more steps, before it actually registered, and then I spun around. The last thing I remember of this part is running toward her for an all-out attack. I don't actually remember what happened when I reached her, though. The next thing I knew, I was on a prisoner's compound. (Maybe I should have just let the b**** go! LOL) The penalty, for being in this 'death camp', was that we were made to survive these games in which we are hunted by various creatures. Indoors - and underground - this facility was very high tech. It had laboratories and security annexes; the works. Above ground, the facility looked more like a junk yard, or a post-apocalyptic compound of some sort. The prisoners were mostly made to stay above/outside, while we were observed by our captors, who remained in the other sectors.

First, we were made to fight Xenomorphs (from the Alien movie series). They chased us around the compound, in packs, and we had the little locator devices from the movies, which helped us keep track of where they were. We were not given weapons, though, and we had to simply survive, unarmed. Having endured the hunt, and once the attack from the xenos died down, I had figured that we were finished with our trial. Suddenly, a huge mech came around a corner. We all immediately scattered, and the mech fired a missile into the structure that we had been hiding behind, just moments before.

After the appearance of this mech, the shit really hit the fan, and we found ourselves running from even more mechs, robots, and all kinds of other "Terminator"-type technology. We all decided to take the fight down into the bowels of the facility and broke back into the base. The killer robots followed us inside, and we played a really intense game of cat and mouse, within. We were also able to locate the robots with the same locators that we used for the xenomorphs. Being one of the only remaining survivors, I traveled deeper and deeper into this enormous facility. I eventually came across a large community of other (relatively) 'innocent' people, who were living down in some of the furthest levels from the surface. There were men and women of all backgrounds, and they were even cohabiting with some docile robots, which makes me believe that this dream was set so far in the future that robots were already an integral part of society. There was an explosion behind me, and one of the bigger robots had, somehow, squeezed his way through the halls and had broken into the towering doors, scoping around for me. 

Again, everyone scattered. Even though I didn't know these people well, they knew that I was being hunted, and they decided to help me get away from the killer robot. Can't really quite remember how, though.

"Samurai Initiations" - 01/15/2008

"Samurai Initiations"
01/15/2008

(This is one of the most painful dreams I’ve had in a while. I think I had B6 this night, but I didn’t write it in my notes, so I’m not sure.)

I was back in high school, and there was a huge event taking place in my ROTC class. We were having these initiations into a sort of samurai culture, which were being held in secret, in a large, temple-like arena beneath the school. There were a bunch of different events, of which these trials consisted, including; weapons exhibitions, full-contact fighting tournaments and hardcore endurance tests.

In one of these tests, we had to do a kata while weilding a katana sword, ending with a downward swipe and splitting a bowling ball in half with the sword. I don’t know if it was something I did wrong - or just that my sword wasn’t strong enough - but when I swung the sword down onto the ball, the sword, itself, shattered like glass. Shards of metal flew up at me and became lodged in the fabric of my gi, around my lower, left side. I was not allowed to take the shards out, and so I had to go through the rest of the trials with these glass-like pieces of metal scraping up against my body, perpetually cutting into my skin.

In another trial, we had our wrists and hands covered in flammable fluid. One by one, they went down the row of about twenty of us, setting our hands on fire. We had to stand there, for a specific amount of time (which I cannot remember), while the fire burned, refusing to yell out in pain until our superiors put the fires out. It was excruciating. I have to say it felt like real fire, in every way, except for the maximum intensity of the heat. Had it been a real, waking life fire, I highly doubt I could have held on, but I was able to make it through the dream trial (even though it hurt like a sonofabitch).

In the final trial that I can remember, someone would kneel in front of us with a katana and angle it vertically, standing it on end, with the hilt to the floor and the point facing the ceiling. We would, then, have to press down as hard as we could, on the very tip of the blade. The premise of this test was that, if your mind was strong enough, the blade would not penetrate. But, if you were to lose the “mind over matter” aspect of the test, the sword would pierce your hand, straight through. This is the one that I was most nervous about. I kept thinking to myself that there is no way I’m going to be able to do this. I watched out of the corner of my eye, while they came down the row, one by one, with each student easily passing the test. I began to get more and more anxious, as they came toward me. Once it was my turn, I placed my hand down on the tip of the sword, feeling its all-too-real sharpness.

Just at the moment when I was about to give up all resistance, and press down upon the blade, I woke up.

(*Original Art, based on dream*)

"A Slayer in the Making" - 02/19/2009

"A Slayer in the Making"
02/19/2009 

Dream #3  

 (A bit of a long one, but such an awesome dream.)

I was at a party, in a expansive mansion, and the majority of the people who inhabited the mansion seemed to be German. There was this petite, really pretty brunette there, who had her eye on me. (It wasn’t until I woke up and recalled the girl’s face that I actually realized it was my friend and fellow Dream Views member - M - but portraying a different character than herself, in the dream. She had video chatted with me, last night, and was obviously still fresh in my mind.) Most of the hosts of the party were really drunk and rowdy. M and I talked for a little while, and it soon became obvious that we were pretty infatuated with each other. She eventually told me that she was in some kind of trouble and needed her dad to give her $22,000, but that she could not ask him for it. She asked me to do it for her. I was reluctant at first, but I finally agreed. 

We went downstairs, and I talked to her dad, finally making my way to asking for the money. Without much persuasion, he wrote out a check for me to give to his daughter. She was standing off to one side, and I saw her motion with her hands and mouth for me to ask him for $55,000 instead, seeing that he was giving out the money. I didn’t feel comfortable with this, though, after having just been handed the initial 22 grand, and I took the check, thanked him on behalf of his daughter and walked away. There was a short conversation with M and some other lady, where the other lady was shocked that the father would just give me $2,200, and I kept having to remind her that it was $22,000, not $2,200. 

Later, back upstairs, I was in a large room, inside the house, which looked a lot like a classroom; it even had a green chalkboard and an overhead projector. There was a small room connected to this one, where many of the German inhabitants were just getting completely wasted drunk. In this tiny room was a bed and a bathtub. I figured that many of those in this group were either gay or bisexual, because they were all guys, and some of them were sleeping naked in a bed together, while others were taking a drunken bath with each other (though there was no actual, sexual activity going on). But some of them were so sloppy drunk, that they were just throwing up, right where they were. I was walking through this scene with a sort of stunned astonishment, when I heard a bunch of snickering coming from near the bathtub area. A group of them were looking at me, and one of them was offering me a piece of candy. At first, I respectfully declined, but he kept insisting…and I could hear the stifled snickering continuing from his friends. Finally, I reluctantly agreed but, after taking the candy, which looked crushed and spoiled, I put two and two together - the state of the candy and the snickering - and figured that they were about to try to play some prank on me. I, then, simply said “Nah. Actually, I've changed my mind," threw the suspicious candy in the trash and walked out of the room.

I walked through the other, classroom-type area – which had about a dozen, long tables in it – and went through another door. This led me outside, onto a balcony. It was just passing dawn, and I could see that the mansion sat right next to a forest. As I was on this balcony, getting some air, a hidden panel creaked open, a few feet away from me, and I looked over to see M peeking out from the opening. She beckoned me closer with one hand, and I walked over to the small door, ducking inside and into a small compartment in the wall with her. She wore a tiny black dress with her hair down, and this compartment had pictures and pillows strewn around it, as if it were a little hideaway. 

We spent some time talking, and she told me a story about her past, having been brought over to America (from somewhere?), and about some of the trouble she’d had in her family. She said that this small room was where she went when she wanted to get away from it all. After talking to her for some time, I leaned in and kissed her lips. It was obviously unexpected, and she pulled away apprehensively. She, then, immediately apologized and said that she was simply startled. Still showing a bit of apprehension, she leaned in toward me and kissed me with all the passion that she felt she missed on the first one. After we made out for a while, she took off her top. She had these strange marks on her body, which ran over her shoulders and down her arms – almost like scars, but in perfect patterns. I ran my fingers along her body and ended up kneeling behind her, kneading a massage into her bare back and sides with my fingertips, my hands rubbing forward and just along the sides of her breasts, before bringing them down and around to her back again. Suddenly, she appeared startled and looked toward the secret door. She whispered that “somebody is listening to us...” and I immediately stopped what I was doing, fixing on the door, as well. 

The door quickly flew open, and a pair of arms thrust inside the space, grabbing me by my legs and pulling me out of the compartment and in through the large double doors that led back into the classroom area. The classroom was now filled with people…and they all looked very pissed at me. 

They were all, now, dressed in medieval garb, and some of the men were wearing full armor and weapons. The story came out that they were all vampires (so how they came out to grab me from the secret space on the balcony, in the daytime, is beyond me), and that I had unforgivably offended them by being so intimate with M - 'one of their own' - being that I was a mere human. The men in this room were really intimidating, looking like barbarians in their warriors' dress. Even the women had a sort of look as if they wanted to rip my face off. Obviously, it was a given that I had to die for committing this most-serious of crimes against their coven. 

Before I could do anything about it, the entire room launched a full-on attack at me. There were easily 20 to 25 vampires in this room, and they converged on me like vultures on a fresh carcass. I knew I had to defend myself, or I was going to get torn apart, right here and now. Instantly, my perception of time slowed. I saw all of these bodies streaming in toward me, many of whom had blades of all shapes and sizes. With no other choice, I went on the offensive, as well, but even though everything was in slow motion, I was able to move and react just a fraction of a second faster than the horde of vampires, though my awareness seemed to stay in real time. It was as if my body moved at ½ real time, and the vampires moved at 1/3. Needless to say, this gave me one hell of an advantage. 

The majority of this battle remained in this state of 'bullet-time'. The first guy came in toward me and had a long blade attached to his forearm, which looked as if it replaced a severed hand. Able to move faster than he, I dodged his attack and broke his arm in a way I don’t remember, ripping the bladed prosthetic from his wrist and wielding it in my hands like a sword. From there, I continued to fight my way through the room, dodging attacks by ducking and spinning – all at but a fraction of real time – and going straight for deathblows. At the ratio of the speed we were fighting, this entire room full of vamps was completely outmatched. I was running and jumping all over the place, maneuvering around this horde just a little bit faster than they could chase me. At one point, I even did a wall-run across the chalkboard, to get around a few of my attackers. 

The ease at which I cut through these vamps was amazing. It was to the point where one of them would lunge at me (still in slow motion) and I would sidestep him. Then, while he was flying slowly passed me, I would make three quick slices across his form, effectively cutting his body into three sections as he soared through the air, then I’d move on to the next attacker. As easy as this may seem, there was still an entire room full of vamps descending upon me, so I had to keep moving. Everything was a matter of dodging, parrying, and unloading a series of slashes upon whoever was closest to me. I attempted for blows that I was sure would kill vamps, such as cutting off their heads or stabbing them through the heart, but I couldn’t always be as accurate as I wished. So, if I missed a clean cut across a neck, I would hack away at their heads until there was nothing left – essentially cutting a head into about 4 sections in a quick combination, before evading another vamp’s attacks. (I'm surprised that the time dilation didn't make me realize I was dreaming!) 

I ended up coming to a table where many of the female vamps had been sitting, and they were (still, at a speed just barely slower than my own) lunging at me with fangs bared. I almost hate to say how easy it was to take them out. A quick series of slashes cut through their heads and torsos, slicing them into sections. It was right around here that things returned to normal speed. In a macabre twist of pattern, the female vampires – those of which still had portions of their heads intact, began huddling over each other, crying about their coming deaths, trying to lick and suck at each others’ gaping wounds as if doing so would prolong their demise. (Easily one of the strangest, most fucked up images I’ve ever had in dream…ever.. I mean, when I say they were “missing parts of their heads” I mean they looked like the demons in Constantine. One of them I even split down the middle, so it was two sides of a head trying to lick the wounds from another vampiress. And there were three of them huddled together, doing the same thing to each other. Not an image I’ll easily forget. An important thing to mention, though, was that during this entire battle, I don’t remember any flowing blood. I saw severed limbs and the bone and tissue within, but no liquid.) My attention fell back upon the rest of the fight, but now things were in real time. I began to feel that the blade I was using – which had no handle, only the cupped piece that fitted onto the vamp’s forearm, was beginning to get cumbersome to hold. I slowly weaved myself toward a vamp with a full sword, killed him, and took it from him, trading my blade for it. 

There was one particular vamp who I found particularly intimidating. He actually reminded me of Lucian from Underworld – except he was a vamp instead of a Lycan. He had dual blades like Lucian, and when I saw him bearing down on me, I actually ran the other way. Lol. I could hear one of the other vamps in the fray taunting me, saying “Yeah, you'd better run!” This guy just expelled ‘Bad Ass’, all around him, and I felt it best to take out the grunts first. At one point, I lost sight of the Lucian-like vamp, fighting off another one. What I didn’t know was that 'Lucian' had sneaked up behind me. When I noticed him, I slung a kick back in his direction, parrying the initial vamp’s blade with my own, but 'Lucian' grabbed my oncoming foot, slammed it down on a nearby table, and drove a stake of his own down through my lower leg. I screamed in pain and drew my leg back, but continued fighting as ferociously as I could with the injury. 

The dream began fading as the fight continued, until it finally dissolved and I awoke.

"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter" - 03/26/2007 (Lucid)

"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter"
03/26/2007 
(Lucid)

(O.M.G. What a morning...
Ok, first, let me just say, here and now, that I officially submit (this time) to Freddy Krueger! I've kicked the Hell out of Jason Voorhees in lucid dreams, a number of times, but have always wondered what it would be like to face Freddy in the dream world. I've had one previous dream with Freddy in it - that I can remember - but all he did in that one was glare at me, sitting lazily in a chair as I passed by him. After the dream I'd just had a few minutes ago, though, I hope I never run into him again; unless I'm fully lucid, and mentally prepared for it, at least.

I had been feeling kinda sick, today. I came home from work early and decided to take a nap, wondering if I could induce a lucid dream - seeing as how I never take naps and shouldn't fall too deeply into sleep.)

There were quite a few elements tied into this dream, but I only remember a few of them. It started off at my aunt's old house. My mom and most of my other relatives were talking about us all going somewhere together, so I'd gone into a back room to change clothes. When I came out, I'd already been left behind with my little cousin (though I can't remember which one); apparently having been duped into babysitting her. Some time had passed, and I later recall going back in the same room where I had changed clothes. Once I entered, I noticed the door had disappeared, behind me. I was now trapped. The room was completely bare, except for a small dresser against one wall. It took me a minute to figure out, but, once I opened one of the dresser cabinets and moved a mass of clothes out of the way, I saw that there was no back to the dresser, and I could crawl through the small opening and out into the rest of the house. When I got back out to the living room, it turned out that a couple of my relatives were still there (including, randomly, a friend from work, to whom neither of us were related). My mom and aunt were still gone, though. I had no idea where they were.

There is also another fragment of a memory, within the same timeline, when I was outside my aunt's older house, and my uncle Larry drove by. It was night time and no one really noticed that it was him, except for me. He seemed to try to draw me to the car but, when other family members saw him and started trying to get his attention, he and his girl (who was driving) suddenly took off, suspiciously. That, alone, was weird, but it soon got much, much worse. 

(Now, the scenery, toward the end of the dream completely changed. I still think it was still the same dream, though, because many of the same people were in it, along with a few newer folks. Mom and my aunt were still out on their unknown errand.)

The next thing I knew, we were all on a farm. There was a big, brown barn, and my cousins and I were running around on its flat rooftop, playing games like children. There was also a large swing set that was just a couple of yards away from the barn. Aside from that, there seemed to be nothing around but miles of high grass and trees in the distance. While running around on this wide, not-particularly-dangerous roof, I suddenly felt some strange, invisible force grab me, without warning, and fling me over the edge of the barn. While falling, I could see that I was dropping straight toward a rather large pile of old wooden beams and fence posts on the ground below. Aware that I had been on a roof that was a good 3 stories tall, I knew my landing was going to suck. Hard.

I crashed down into the beams and boards, helplessly, face first. My entire body was racked with a dull (yet potent) and throbbing pain. Slowly I picked myself up into push-up position, and could see that my blood was splattered all over the old, yellowed wood. The second that I realized the blood was gushing from my mouth - which felt like I'd stuffed my cheeks with a box-ful of rocks - I heard a loud creaking noise behind me and turned my head.

For no reason at all, the entire wall of the barn, nearest me, suddenly detached itself from the rest of the building and started tilting over...in my direction. The only thing I had time to do was curl up into fetal position before the heavy barn wall slammed down on top of me and broke apart, crushing me beneath hundreds of pounds of solid wood. I felt like I blacked out for a moment, but, next thing I knew, I was climbing out of the rubble while being pulled by friends and family that had been standing around during the accident. Some of my cousins - who'd been on the roof with me - were being helped too, having fallen when the wall (and, apparently, the roof) collapsed. As I got up, I felt just like..well...like I'd been crushed by a big fucking wall, actually.

Every bone in my body hurt. I had to stagger aimlessly, just to stay on my feet, and wasn't doing a very good job at that. By the time I stopped wandering, I was over by the swing set, where some of the others were recovering as well. My hand was covering my mouth, which was still gushing blood, and it wasn't until then that I found out why.

I had a mouthful of old, twisted, metal nails.

Not only did I have a mouthful of nails, but they were stabbed into my gums and my lips; every one of them twisted at multiple angles so that none of them would have any chance of coming straight out. Still in a state of shock after the "accident," I began twisting these fuckers out of my gums. It was, of course, THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING EVER, let me just say. I could feel them sliding through my gums, grinding against my teeth. I could feel every corner of twisted metal as I had to turn them in different directions to get them to come all the way out. There was no real sharp pain, but the dull pain (which is all I usually feel in dreams) was absolute torture, itself. Every single nail was agony - so much so that I had to practically stop and rest after pulling each one out, and there seemed to be no end to how many of them were in there - ten at the very least. There was a time where there were two left; pointed downward from my top jaw; positioned like canine teeth. I actually thought about leaving them in there like that, because I didn't want to go through yanking them out. I knew I had to just suck it up and get it over with, though.

Some of the people around me were trying to console me while I was doing this and, at one point, I came along one more, reeaally long nail. I mean really, ridiculously, unnaturally long. The more I pulled it, the more I realized that it wasn't lodged in my gums. I could feel it gagging me as it came up my throat; 4 ft - easily - of thin metal, covered in blood. Eventually, it got caught on something within me, and I couldn't pull anymore. I was trying to think of what to do about this when the guy standing next to me nonchalantly says "Here, let me help you," and grabs onto the nail. I caught a quick mental flash of the direction the nail was facing. The pointed end was in the other guy's hand, and the nail's head was still inside of me, which meant---

I screamed "No wait!" and the guy yanks this damn thing out of my mouth, ripping a huge chunk of bloody tissue from inside of me, hanging onto the head of the nail like meat from a fish hook. I practically collapsed from that feeling.

I looked at this disturbingly long nail, thinking to myself "What in the HELL is THAT?!" and sat down on one of the swings, next to a little girl that was in our group, trying to pull myself together.

Within a few short moments, the sky turned a deep, threatening gray. The winds started picking up. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, the chains on the swing of the little girl next to me started slithering around her, like snakes. She shrieked and the chains coiled around her limbs; her neck; her torso. They began raveling her up higher and higher in the swing, slowly constricting her. Crushing her. I jumped out of my swing as fast as I can, wide-eyed, staring at the horror beside me. Then, I heard that familiar voice coming from everywhere at once; Freddy - his body nowhere to be seen. He'd begun singing "Rock-a-bye Baby" all slowly, as the dying little girl's swing started rocking gently back and forth. Just when I was about to haul ass from this Hellish scene, I suddenly felt myself swinging, even though I was no longer sitting in my swing. It was as if a giant, invisible hand had picked me up, in a seated position, and was swinging me back and forth on its palm, in place of the swing-set itself. 

Instantly, I realized what was happening and screamed out something along the lines of: "Holy Shit, it's Freddy! I'm having a nightmare!!" and I could hear a few of the people around me screaming in recognition of his voice and name as they scattered away in terror. Now lucid, I threw myself forward as hard as I could and "fell off" of the invisible hand and onto the ground, picking myself up and running off to jump over a small, chain-link fence that everyone else was climbing before me. As soon as I vaulted over to the other side, I'd realized I'd had enough. After everything that had happened, I decided to throw in the towel instead of using my lucidity to actually try to challenge Freddy. The truth was: I was still in a panic and simply wanted no part of this nightmare. The last image I remember, before waking myself up, is of a lone figure, standing out in the middle of the grassy field. I can't specifically remember if it was Freddy or not but, by the way he/she was just standing there, watching us, it would only make sense.

(...I woke up feeling like I'd just been hit by a truck.

Looks like it's:

Freddy - 1
Me - 0

...and I'm ok with that. I'm not looking for a rematch anytime soon. =P )

"Silent Hill 2.0" - 06/04/2006

“Silent Hill 2.0”
06/04/2006

(Rather epic nightmare last night, but I can’t say I remember all the details.)

My mom, daughter and I were driving through some unfamiliar town. I believe we'd had a wreck, but I don't exactly remember it. During the ordeal, I believe I had blacked out, because the next thing I remember was being alone in the car. I know CJ was missing, but I think my mom was gone, too. Both their doors were wide open, and I think the vehicle was till in the middle of the road. I then got out of the car and began scouring this deserted old town  for them - which was layered with a light fog in the early morning. In the distance - on the other side of a tiny bridge that crossed over a small body of water, which reminded me of Italy’s roadside waterways - I could see CJ walking away from me. I called out for her, but she just kept on walking, not bothering to look back in my direction. Anxiously, I ran after her.

Before I knew it, she’d practically vanished. I’m not sure how I lost sight of her, but by the time I got to where she was before, she was nowhere to be seen. I began cautiously searching some of the buildings that lined what seemed like a Town Square area that I was in. I can vaguely remember being caught up in all kinds of freaky situations, within these buildings, but only one of them stands out enough to recall it:

I’d entered an old hospital (which has always been on my 'Places I Wouldn’t Want to Be Lost Alone In' list). Inside this building, there were a lot of people just walking around slowly...aimlessly. I didn’t pay anyone too much attention at all, at first, as my focus was on finding out if CJ had gone this way. It wasn’t until I was deep in this hospital that I began to take more notice of the people that were shuffling all around me. They were all dead. Every one of them was a reanimated corpse that milled about pointlessly, like zombies do. Some of them were limping around and making moaning and gurgling noises that were beginning to dominate the already eerie silence that was all I really heard before realizing that these were the undead walking about.

Despite how uncomfortable this made me feel, I decided to endure this mindf’ck in order to continue searching the hospital for CJ, trying as best I could to stay as far away from these zombie-things as possible. At this time, I’m sure I didn’t know I was dreaming, but I purposefully directed my awareness away from the walking corpses, hoping that my refusal to acknowledge them would have the same effect on their attention towards me. It seemed to work, as not many of them bothered me during my search. After I’d found no sign of CJ - and had had enough of this place - I tried to run as fast as I could back out of the hospital. I experienced the 'my feet won’t let me run” phenomenon (which doesn’t happen to me too often) and it was like I was running through an invisible adhesive. With this new set-back on my mind, I vaguely remember that the zombies began to notice me and were beginning to (slowly) reach out for me, the closer I got to the door. I exited the hospital without having any real run-in’s with them, though.

There was a short transition, and it was nighttime outside, now. Somehow, I’d gotten information from somewhere about my mom and CJ being trapped up in some strange hilltop cavern or something like that. I made my way up there, and down into the cavern where I eventually found them. Though I can’t remember how, a mob of mostly older men tried to stop us from escaping. There was a rocky slope that we were going to have to walk up, to get back out of the cavern, because the way around it - and back the way we came - was now guarded by this mob. Out of the rocks on the slope, came these huge 4- or 5-inch, organic spikes. They were arranged like two columns of a checkerboard, but only two squares wide, and went up to about 10 squares in length. They were also mechanized, so that the spikes on what would be all the black squares (on a checkerboard) would stand up for about 3 seconds - then it would switch, and all the spikes that would be on red squares would stick up, while the others retracted. (Typical video game booby trap.)

I somehow calculated that CJ would be light enough to where the spikes wouldn’t penetrate her shoes, and she went first. She’d made it to the top with very little trouble. Mom went next and I believe she got stuck a few times, but didn’t make too much of it and made it to the top. I assessed the trap and tried to time my steps to the rhythm of the alternating spikes. I failed, though, and a curved spike shot clean up through the bottom of my foot, so deep, in fact, that I could see the tip of it sticking up out of the top of my shoe. The pain was unbelievably vivid. Wondering how the hell my mom did it, I fell backward and all of the captors started laughing. The spike broke off in my flesh, and I reached down under my shoe and pulled the entire length of the needle out of my foot. I could feel every inch of it slide through the skin. No pain this time, just annoyance. If I remember correctly, I told CJ and my mom to hurry up and get to the car and lock all the doors.

If I’m not mistaken, I’d ended up brawling with this mob of like 12 guys and somehow managed to get out of the cavern alive. I just don’t remember actually doing it. I did emerge from the cave holding someone’s knife, though, and ran to a nearby car (not sure if it was the one we came in or not) but I could tell that there was a struggle going on, and my mom and CJ were screaming.

As I got closer, I could see that Jason Voorhees (Friday the Thirteenth) was attacking the car. ( ....I can never get a break!) He was halfway in the driver-side door and trying to slice and stab whomever was in the driver’s seat. Without his noticing my approach, I ran up behind him, hooked my arm across his neck and stabbed in through the side of his throat with the knife, then I peeled my arm back the other way around the circumference of his neck and took his head clean off his shoulders. The body dropped, before the head and hockey mask hit the ground, and rolled to a stop.

I saw that my mom’s old boyfriend (who’d just recently come back into the picture, yesterday) was the one in the driver's seat. I think he might have been the one who brought me up to the cavern in the first place, but I’m not sure. We went speeding through the night, away from the cavern, on the road that led out of the town. However, with no warning whatsoever, our car zoomed right off a broken section of road (like the cliff in the game and movie that, just "appeared" out of nowhere), tumbling down into darkness, screaming.

The next thing I knew, it was daytime again. Once more, the area was covered with fog, and I was just waking up in the back seat of the car. All three of their doors were open, and I was alone….

…in the exact same spot where I’d started the dream off before.

Just as I was making my decision to get out and search for everyone. I woke up.

"Haitian Havoc" - 01/08/2007

"Haitian Havoc"

01/08/2007

Dream #3

I was on some mountainous, island paradise, though I'm not really certain whether I was villager or visitor. I think I was the latter, because I didn’t know much about the land until someone told me about its history. This village was on the top of a particular cliff; a flat, circular area, surrounded at the outer-edge of the hilltop by large trees and hidden from nearly all other points on the island, below, it seemed. Most of us were outside and there were a bunch of children just running around and playing, having a good time. Off to one side of the village grounds, there was a large, stone building whose roof was held up by stone pillars that seemed more fitting for a museum, than a structure built way out in some remote village in the tropics.

I don’t know how this bad blood was born, but our village apparently had a long-running conflict with a large community of Haitians that lived across a small body of water which sat a mile or two away from the bottom of our cliff. (Though I don't know that the area we were in was, specifically, Haiti, I just knew that the group on the other island was known as 'the Haitians'.) We could look down over the water, and their area, but they could not look up and see our village from below, mostly because of our altitude and the fact that we were surrounded by trees, on all sides.

I don’t remember what provoked them, but somehow a long-range firefight broke out between us and them. Most of the people in our village lived in fear of the Haitians because they had superior forces and armament, but - for some reason - I think it was our side, who had intially started the trouble with them. Whatever the case, our villagers were now shooting down through the trees, off of the cliff, and raining bullets down upon the Haitian’s territory. In turn, there were a lot of bullets coming up in our direction, from down there. The women and children around us were screaming; bystanders telling everyone to hide because the Haitians would soon be coming up here and looking for blood. Everyone scattered. All of the men took up posts in the trees, as hidden away from the open circle of the inner-village as possible. Bullets were riveting into the branches of the trees all around me as the Haitians continued firing from the distant land mass, far below. I saw one of our men - whom had been shooting back at them - get sprayed with bullets, a few feet away from me. He immediately went down; tumbling, like rag doll, from the branches which once held him.

A short while after the firing stopped, I looked out over the center of the village and saw a large group of men approaching with guns. Of course, I didn’t have a gun, myself. My heart started pounding and anxiety was like a bear hug around my chest. I could hardly breathe. Still in a tree, I was in a twisted position, trying my best to lay flat with a large branch covering most of my body so that I was partially hidden from view, staring down through the leaves at these men. They quickly corralled a few of our villagers and were making 'demands' that we were supposed to meet, so that they wouldn’t come back and lay waste to all of 'our' village's women and children. They then began destroying some of our tools and weapons, to drive home their point. One of the men slowly turned in my direction and squinted through the trees, directly at me. Immediately, he swung the barrel of his rifle at me and demanded that I come out of hiding. Reluctantly, I climbed down and walked over to him, completely unprepared for whatever fate lay ahead of me.

Once I came within arm's reach, the armed man grabbed me by my neck and spun me around, shoving his gun barrel against my back. I was then herded toward the building at gunpoint, and I could hear a frightful reaction from some of our other villages as they watched me get escorted off. I had a feeling I was about to be executed. For some reason, this man pushed me into the building where most of the women and all of the children were. Surprisingly enough, this room looked like a somewhat modern, yet impoverished, school. The children stared at us, wide-eyed, watching the man push me up against a table. He was about to make an example out of me and kill me in front of all of these children.

Even though my stomach was against the table, the man shoved his gun harder into my back, pushing me forward. The table slid for a moment but then got caught on something. The man kept on pushing, as if he was literally trying to push the gun barrel into my back, like a knife. He pushed so hard that the force of my body actually split the heavy wooden table in half and fell forward, through it, crashing against the next table down the row. He did the same thing again, driving the gun barrel into my back hard enough to press me through the table, splintering this one as well. The only thing in front of me now was the wall. With my chest forced against side of the room, I felt the gun against my back again. He started to push and he kept on pushing, really putting all of his body weight into this dime-sized point in my back. Talk about pain. I think he was seriously trying to impale me with the gun barrel. The pressure was squeezing me up against the wall, my back arching against the torturous sensation. I didn’t know what to do because fear of being shot in the back kept me paralyzed. The harder he pushed, the worse the pain got until, finally, it became unbearable. A low groan from my mouth escalated into a loud, agonizing yell. Just as I felt the gun was about to penetrate into my lower back, I woke up. The once-excruciating pain faded away as quickly as my eyes had opened.

"A Lesson in Na'vi Pain Management" - 12/30/2010

"A Lesson in Na'vi Pain Management"
12/30/2010

(Tried a little dream incubation, this morning, and paid for it. I had turned on Avatar, focusing on my intention to draw myself into the movie, through DILD. Unfortunately, it worked. Quite possibly the most painful dream I have ever had in my life. I wasn't even on B6, but I did have a good liquor buzz when I went to bed. It was just as intense, though.)

I was Jake, from the movie Avatar, standing high in one of the mighty, cloud-scraping trees of the life-harboring moon, Pandora. The war with Colonel Quaritch was soon coming, and the rest of the Na'vi were off somewhere else, preparing themselves for the impending battle. Upon a single, gargantuan branch of this tree, I was being trained by a man who identified himself as an old arch-enemy of mine. He looked human, but this dude was enormous; bigger than I was, even at Na'vi size. (He kind of looked like this picture of Heihachi Mishima, but thicker; with longer limbs, and completely bald.) According to this guy, I wasn't quite 'ready' to face Colonel Quaritch and his battalion. I was still "just Jake," and - as this guy would tell it - I was not accustomed to my Na'vi form enough to maximize its potential. So, he was about to teach me about how to manage my perception of pain, as experienced through this neuro-linked clone of a Na'vi body, that my human mind was inhabiting.. Apparently, I had somehow already known that this powerful man was renown for his skills - on an interstellar level - and my best move would be to listen to everything he said. I braced myself, knowing I was going to be in for a tough trial.

Suddenly, I was rocked in the stomach with a fist that might have caused a human being to explode on impact. Another one followed, with yet another close behind. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, in agony; my ribs feeling like they were being beaten in with a baseball bat. He didn't stop, though, screaming at me to get up, just before slamming me with another devastating body shot. This man was definitely not human - as if his size didn't immediately give that away. His strength was something straight out of a video game, and I could swear I was able to sense the shock waves jetting off of each punch to my midsection. I honestly don't know of many times I've ever felt pain like this - if any. The blows drove in on me...almost rhythmically. He was in no rush...just punching away, at his leisure. Completely unprepared for this, I tried desperately to drag myself away from him; helpless.

At this point, I didn't know if he was supposed to be teaching me or was actually trying to kill me. That was until he began to explain how I had the potential to block all of the pain out of my mind, and maintain focus and endurance for battle. He said that it was something that all warriors were able to do, and that I would be able to tap into the Na'vi's ability to do it at an accelerated rate (which was never explained as having been an actual ability of the Na'vi, in the movie. I think this DC just made it up on the spot, which is interesting). He wasn't exactly nice about it, though... Each punch would hurl itself into my gut, and I would yell out in pain - this man's only response being to yell back at me for not taking it 'like a warrior'.

...I definitely didn't feel like a warrior, at the time...

The cadence of punches continued, and I was now in too much collective pain to fight back, even if I wanted to.  Still, I dragged myself along the beast of a tree branch beneath us, which easily supported our bodies without wavering. He was all over me, though, and just would not fucking let up. He jumped from one side of me to the other, anytime I would start trying to scramble away a little more quickly. Each punch was now starting to bring me closer to tears, already having me openly screaming out with each torturous thud - and he could see it. He picked me up to my feet, my body practically limp, and glared at me sternly. Holding me up with one hand and barking at me to 'stop crying', he slammed more punches into me with his free hand, and each one was no less crushing than the last. I was being brutally beaten, and it was more than I could bear.

The gnarled look of torment in my face was slowly turning into a snarl of determination. I knew I couldn't just sit there and let him beat me to a meat-sack of pulverized bone. My eyes locked on his, and my fists tightened - every muscle in my body soon following suit. Immediately, he picked up on this and sneered, growling "WHAT?! ARE YOU ANGRY?! HUH??" through his teeth. His eyes were on fire with the a show of malice that just couldn't have been false. This was becoming a life or death situation. I felt my legs strengthen beneath me, beginning to stand up straight, slowly, but almost involuntarily. The pain was sequentially residing as the fist continued to pound away. I was getting stronger with each blow, able to sense that each punch would still have left a crater upon the trunk of the enormous tree we were in, yet I was becoming increasingly unable to feel them.

After a few more seconds of the onslaught, I was standing up tall, glaring at him with a scowl. Finally, he stopped punching, glaring back at me, still looking at me like a mortal enemy, but no doubt gauging my stoicism after such a merciless attack. From what I could tell, he had decided that I must have been successful in my ascension. My torso still burned from all angles, but my entire muscular structure felt tightened and invigorated. The pain was still there, and it was damn intense....but I just didn't care. He told me that I was now ready for battle...

My recollection of the dream skipped ahead, and I was then running and jumping through the towering trees with a female Na'vi. She swung across a gap between branches, on a vine, and I did the same, right behind her. The two of us landed on another branch, this one just barely big enough for us to fit upon. When we landed, I took a sweeping glance down toward the ground - hundreds of yards below us - and I felt my stomach turn. It was the first time that I realized just how high up we really were. I found myself thinking "what the hell am I doing way up here?" and I think this could have eventually led to lucid dream. However, all chance of that soon disappeared, when our attention got drawn to the sight of the Colonel's aerial gunships flying in over the landscape, toward our village. What might have been our last run through the trees together was now over, and it was time to go to war.

(I woke up here, and the movie was actually just getting to the final battle, practically in sync with the content of my dream, leading me to believe that some of the audio might have been seeping into my dream, when I was beginning to awaken - which happens every now and then I was hungover, and it seemed to take some time for the sensation of pain in my stomach to fade. Instead, it seemed to go to my head, which was now throbbing. Even some time after all of this, while sitting at the computer, I had to hug my stomach, just because it seemed like the faintest - probably just mentally projected - trace of that horrible pain still lingered.

Not the best sleep I've ever had...)