"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.)

"Blown out of the Sky" - 11/25/2011 (Lucid)

"Blown out of the Sky"

11/25/2011  

Dream #2

(Lucid)

The first thing I remember was that I was lying down, naked, in a small, enclosed pod. Another body - petite; also naked - was sleeping on top of my chest. I could instantly tell it was a female, and that she was lying face down with her cheek practically nuzzled into my neck. I don't remember the dialogue that followed, but I heard a male voice, outside of the enclosure, stating that the girl was "T"  (an attractive friend and coworker, IRL) and that she had some kind of medical condition where, if she laid on her back for too long, she would stop breathing and die. She had, apparently, just rolled over, on her stomach, on top of me, and so the voice told me that I had to keep her there, asleep, so that she would neither wake up nor roll back over onto her back, since  she would be in danger of suffocating. I had no idea what we were even doing, lying in this chamber together, but the feeling of having here there with me was amazing. I was just loving it. She shuffled softly against me, and I put a hand down onto her lower back, feeling her torso rise and fall with another breath, confirming that she was breathing well and ok to be in this position. (With the lighting and everything, it felt like the final scene in "The Fifth Element," where Korben and Leeloo are in the rejuvenation chamber.)

The dream skipped ahead, and T and I were, then, sitting on an airplane together. We had gotten word (over the intercom, I believe), that we were under attack from rocket fire. No sooner did we get this warning, than a rocket slammed into the far section of the plane, causing an intense explosion. The far side of the plane (which I'm guessing was the front, because we were facing that way) tore right off of the rest of the aircraft, leaving a gaping hole, through which people and chairs began streaming out of the plane, into the night sky. We could only brace against each other and watch scores of people rip away from us - flinging out to God knows where - while we, still buckled into our seats, spiraled sickeningly toward a ground that we could not see. (My notes say something about making a deal with someone, which I don't really remember the details of, but I believe it had something to do with the attack on the plane.)

Soon, we were pulling ourselves out of the wreckage, having landed on some remote island, somewhere. I don't remember the actual impact, though. (It all seemed very "Lost"-like.) The plane was in ruins, but there were still a few survivors. Someone, who I believe might have been the pilot (even though he should have been torn away from us, with the rest of the plane), came onto the intercom and apologized for the rough landing, but he followed that by saying that 'at least it was better than the last time'...whatever that meant.

We were, soon, out in the wilderness, and we ran across a group of bandits who held us up (presumably, the ones who shot us down). They seemed pretty primitive, but they had weapons, and we didn't, so they began to take hostages. Once one of them got me in a chokehold, I began to panic a bit. However, I also began to suspect that I was dreaming. I held up one fist, in front of me, and tried to make a large blade grow out of my knuckles. It didn't work, though, and I just could not get the weapon to materialize. Instead, I pointed to another one of the bandits and made a 'flicking' gesture with my hand, as if I was brushing dust off of an old countertop. The man I was looking at promptly exploded and disappeared into thin air. The rest of the bandits stared at me, in shock, and began to fall back. The one who'd once had a hold of me quickly let me go. Now, content with the upper-hand, I let out a huge 'Shout' (taking a cue from "Skyrim") and unleashed a nice shockwave of sound, which blew some of the bandits backward. I could see the shockwave roll across the high grass and a nearby river bed, blasting into a patch of trees in the distance, where a grizzly bear had been standing. The husky bear reeled from the sound wave and turned tail to run away.

Quite satisfied with this, I went to turn my attention back to the bandits and saw that there was something coming, from off to one side. It was very large and moving over the river, but there was really nothing that we could identify - because of the torrential splashes of water shrouding the large, dark figure. At first, I thought it was a giant alligator - with a body some 15ft in diameter. But, when it got close enough to cease run/stomping through the water, its true form was revealed. It was a dragon - a pretty badass dragon, actually; all jagged, bony features and dark, nearly-black scales. It stopped in front of us, staring directly into my face, and had a short conversation with me, referring to me as the 'Dragonborn' (which is the nickname given to the lead character in Skyrim, which I have been playing lately, of course). I remember that it had the deep voice of the huge first dragon that I encountered in Skyrim, but I don't remember the conversation that we had.

Shortly after this, I was walking through a field, along with T. I took a moment to look at my hands, trying to ground myself into the dream a bit. My left hand looked fine, but I noticed that my right hand was missing two fingers and the thumb, bony stumps left where the fingers should be.

Again, my memory skips ahead a little while. We were in a more urban area, and a group of thugs pulled up in a caravan of jeeps and SUVs. There were a few more people in my group, now, than when it was just T and I. They, again, held us all at gunpoint, and the leader had this weird-looking gun that looked like it had 100 taser barbs, ready to fire. From the hardcore look of the weapon, though, it seemed like the barbs would do a lot more than just send a couple of thousand volts through someone. Still lucid, though, I kept getting in the leader's face, daring him to shoot me, trying to keep his attention off of the other people in my group.

There was another transition, and T and I were back in the wilderness - more of a jungle area, actually - trudging through a small pond of murky water. We were about stomach-deep, and it was only about 12 feet wide, so there already wasn't much room for us. It seemed much smaller, though. Much more crowded. That's when I noticed there was something very large, floating in the pond, just inches in front of me. It was actually taking up most of the space in the pond. I looked at it for a moment, and couldn't figure out what. It looked very rough, like it was a patch of hard Earth that was sticking up just a few inches out of the water. Then, I noticed it had a face, and on the near side of that face, I saw one, slit-pupiled eye staring back at me. An alligator. A very, very large alligator. T seemed to recognize it as a gator, at the same time as I did. I could see a quiet panic building up on her face, and I was feeling quite intimidated, myself. We shuffled quietly, trying to walk our way around it. I could see, though, that with every movement I made to get passed the gator, the gator's head would turn just slightly, in order to keep its eye on me. It was watching me, and I had a feeling it was about to strike at me, at any moment. I knew that this was a dream, but I wasn't really sure of what to do in the situation. I knew had to do something, though.

On instinct, I suddenly lunged at the enormous gator, landing on it's back and trying to wrap my arms around its mouth, from a mounted position. I landed a little too low on its body, though, and was only able to grab around its neck. The gator reared its head back, toward me, snapping its jaws just beside my head and grabbing ahold of my right ear with its teeth. I felt it bite down, but it didn't hurt all that match. I was, however, seemingly stuck. This thing would not let go of me, and I was not about to let go of it, giving it more room to maneuver. This thing could have easily bitten the top portion of my body in half, it was so big.

The last thing I remember is splashing around in the pond, fighting this massive reptile that had a vice-grip on my ear, while T tried to escape the water.

"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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"Birth of a Djinn" - 08/2010 (Lucid)

"Birth of a Djinn"

08/29/2010

(Lucid)

(I'm going to go back and expand on some of my other, recent dreams, but I'm amazed that I was able to succeed in this lucid "mission," so soon after reading DreamViews member WakingNomad's 'Serial Dream RPG' thread. So I just had to hurry up and write this one out. I just wish I was able to remember some more of the details. Upon waking up at about 5am and browsing the  DV forums a bit, reminding myself to try for Nomad's first mission. In the past, I haven't had much luck with RPG-type tasks (of which my journal constantly reminds me ), but, amazingly, this one came pretty easily.)

I believe the dream started in my old high school cafeteria. There had been a bit going on, before this point, but I don't remember very much at all. My earliest, solid memory of this dream was becoming lucid in the cafeteria, by noticing how unclear and "hazy" things were, around me. I just didn't feel like I was in reality, and I quickly realized this to be because I was in an unstable dream. Immediately, I brought my hands up in front of me, and stared at them, trying to pull together all of the visual detail I could. I had an extra finger on each hand, and each one was loosely attached to the pinky before it, practically webbed. I lowered my hands and looked around, having succeeded in bringing things into more clarity. With almost uncommon ease (for myself, anyway), I quickly remembered my intention to try Nomad's RPG mission. I couldn't quite recall every detail of his scenario, but I remembered that I had to be walking on a path, through the woods, and look at myself in a mirror. Judging by where I was, though, there wasn't a wooded area anywhere near me.

I began to float through the school hallways, hovering in a standing position, as if my feet were still on the floor. After a while, I began to lose patience, getting the feeling that I wasn't any closer to finding an exit than when I started, so I tried some scene changing. Figuring that spinning would likely cause me to wake up, I closed my eyes lightly, and thought of the woods. When I opened them, I was in another setting (which I can't really remember), but it was definitely not a wooded path. I tried at least once or twice more, with no success. Then, I opened them again to find myself standing in some grass in a field. A bit closer to the woods than any of my other attempts, I imagined that, once I turned to the left, I would be in the middle of the woods. I spun to the left, and after a short blur of my vision, I saw that I was, indeed, standing in the middle of the woods, on a fairly wide path which ran through the cluster of trees around me.

Again recalling that I, next, had to look at myself in a mirror, I wondered just how I would get my hands on one. Ironically, I didn't even think about just turning around, to have one in front of me (which might have been much easier, but did carry the risk of losing dream stability, completely). Instead, I thought about the way I'd created a door, back in my "Water Dragon" dream, and decided to do something similar. I put my hands in front of me, as if I was holding a single point in space with the index fingers and thumbs of both my hands. I then pulled my hands apart, horizontally, creating a thin line which stretched between the two hands. Once it was a few inches wide, I then spread my index fingers away from their respective thumbs, expanding what was once a thin line, into an empty box (or "frame," kind of like film directors do) between my fingers. The geometric shape sat there between my fingers, as if I were holding a transparent credit card between my hands. Then, considering this to be the back side of the mirror, I then twisted my fingers so the box flipped around, vertically. It was like I had actually cut out a square, in my field of view, and then flipped everything inside that square - trees and all - around like a card in a magic trick. On the other side of this displaced rectangle of "reality" was a perfect little mirror, which I held up to my face, remembering that I had chosen a Djinn as my character for the game. In the reflection, I saw a hazy, obscure version of myself, staring back at me. I couldn't really make out all the details, but it looked incredibly plain - just my regular self.

A little bored with this rendition of my "character," I lowered the mirror away from my face. Clearing my mind and just hoping for something a little more interesting - yet trying not to consciously influence the outcome - I looked back into the mirror. This picture was much clearer. It was still me, but I was shirtless, and had thick, short, brownish/reddish hair, which sat wildly on top of my head. Two pointy little bumps of my skull sat above my eyebrows; a modest set of horns, which hadn't quite broken through the skin. I grinned at myself, which seemed quite humorously wicked. Overall, I figured my Djinn to be quite a handsome devil, so I was satisfied. Something happened, at this point, where my reflection began to take on a life of its own. This part is really fragmented, but I remember getting into an altercation with my reflection, and we started pushing/pulling on each other, like the shoving match we had in my last dream where I saw my reflection. I don't remember if I grabbed him and pulled him out of the mirror, or he grabbed me and pulled me into the mirror, but we were suddenly on the same plane, rolling around on the wooded path and trying to gain advantage over the other. I don't remember the outcome of that, though.

Later, I was back in an open field. There were a few people milling around, and a lake sat nearby. On the lake, I saw an abandoned little boat, struggling to stay afloat. I levitated myself and flew over to it, landing on top of it, feeling like taking a little explorative ride around this enormous lake. The boat was a small, blue motorboat with no motor. So, I took hold of the boat, telekinetically, and pushed it around the lake with my mind. Every now and then, I wondered if I would come across any of my usual sea monsters, but I was feeling a real sense of empowerment, in being my new Djinn character, and I honestly didn't care what I encountered, because I felt that I could take on anything.

I know there was so much more than happened, after this. I distinctly remember stopping somewhere and running back over the events of the dream in my mind, and trying to recall as much as possible, before I woke up, which is what I usually do during long lucids. 

(But, sooner or later, the dream ended. I think a lot of time must had passed between the dream and the time I actually woke. Otherwise, I think I would have remembered a lot more than I did. I was only concerned with retaining the lucid portion, though, and I'm happy to have recalled as much as I had.

I plan on either drawing, modeling, or photoshopping a rendition of what my Djinn/self looked like in the dream, when I have the time. )

"Big Bad Hellhound" - 10/04/2020 (Lucid)

"Big Bad Hellhound"

10/4/2020

(Lucid)

(This dream was obviously brought on by a mish-mash of games that my girlfriend and I had been playing, this weekend, as well as the movie "Shazam," which we'd watched last night.)

I was with my girlfriend, and a few other people, hanging out in someone's home. "A Nightmare on Elm Street" was coming on TV, and my girlfriend said that she had always wanted to see what it was all about, and that she was interested in watching it. Immediately, this struck me as weird, because she is certainly not the "horror movie type," in general. I tried to warn her against it, saying that the movie contained some pretty insanely-disturbing imagery, and that she may not know what she's quite getting herself into. She didn't care and insisted on watching it, so we just let the movie play. The only thing I remember were a couple of brief scenes (that are not actually in the movie). One, where someone - likely Freddy, in disguise - was gorily ripping an entire electric guitar out of someone's body, tearing it out through their chest cavity, and another, where a man, possessed by another entity which had manifested itself as a second head on his neck, was forcefully trying to push the head back down into the skin of his collar. (This was reminiscent of some of the Seven Deadly Sins manifestations, in "Shazam.") Before long, my girlfriend was saying that she had enough, and didn't want to watch anymore.

There was a shift in narrative, here, where the entire scenario became some sort of horror-movie, itself. I was trapped in the house (not sure where my girl and the others had gone), and I was trying to escape some sort of killer stalking around, inside. For some reason (that I can't recall), I couldn't go out the front door, as it was like I wasn't "allowed" to be in the home, or something, and couldn't alert the homeowners that I was there. Anyway, I ended up escaping through a back window, and out into the neighborhood, at night. There was an oversized pick-up truck, basically doing donuts in the street, and a young woman came running up the sidewalk, telling me - as she passed - that she had to sneak back into the house I'd just left, because she'd left some sort of item there. It all felt very much like an MMO game kind of encounter, where players are all just off doing their own thing, and often crossing paths, along the way. Then, when I started thinking about where I was going to go, next, a full-on map HUD display popped up in my field of view, as if I was playing a game. (Specifically, it looked like the map from "Dying Light," which my girl and I had played.) I could see that I was on an island, with no way out, and my mind apparently rationalized that I had completed my objective - escaping the house - and that I had to kind of "exit" the whole setting, as if returning to the lobby, after a game.

Suddenly, I was attacked on the street, by some lumbering person. (I want to say that it was a zombie, but I can't be sure.) While trying to fight off the attack, I could see something like one of the "QuickTime" animation buttons showing up in my field of view, as if I had to repeatedly press a button, in order to escape the attacker's clutches. The more I panicked, the faster this gauge was moving, and I could see little flashes of light forming in my field of view. At this very moment, I knew that my way of "escape" was to "wake up," and that the little flashes of light were my eyes trying to open up into the real world. However, though this was "lucid dreaming" logic, I don't feel that I ever got fully 'lucid,' at all and I was just going through the motions of trying to wake myself up.

Immediately, the entire scenario shifted, again, and this time, I was watching some unknown character wake up, on a television screen. He jolted up out of bed, as if awakening from a nightmare. I was now in a different house, along with some of my closest waking life friends, and we were huddled around the TV, watching whatever movie this was. Sooner or later, we had left the house and were walking around, outside. Again, it was night out, and it was eerily foggy. Judging by the architecture of the streets around us, everything had a sort of an Old Germany / Western Europe feel to it. (We had also been playing "Zombie Army Trilogy.") We'd discovered a pack of "demon-dogs" that were roaming the streets, and we had to sneak, stealthily, around them, to avoid getting spotted. However, when turning onto another, misty back alley, we'd seen a group of the dogs at the far end, and they saw us, as well. What was worse, though, was when we watched what looked like a group of tall trees shift into focus, through the mist, behind the dogs. Though I couldn't see the tops of the "trees," through the fog, I quickly became aware that these weren't trees, at all. They were *legs*. Specifically, they were the legs of another, enormous, demon dog. This one, though, was well over 50-feet tall - like a giant Hell Hound of a gritty anime, brought to life.

The beast belted out a wall-shaking roar and thundered into a sprint toward us. Naturally, we turned and ran the other way, fully aware that we were not going to be able to outrun this thing. Finally, coming to the end of the road - in the form of a high bridge or overpass, we instinctively dove over the railing, turning back while in the air, just in time to see the massive jaws of the gigantic beast snapping shut just, a few feet over our heads. Inevitably, though, we continued to fall away, off of the elevated road, and down toward what would have been a certain death.

But - just like that - I was back with my friends, again, roaming the streets of this foggy, old-world environment, slipping around in the dark, to hide from the demon dogs. Then, just as before, we saw the towering legs of the "alpha," stepping out of the fog. It sprinted at us, once again, but before turning to run, I remembered that this had happened before. Still, instinctively, I ran, bolting down the street, with my friends, away from the towering hound behind us. Glancing at the builds that flanked us, I remembered a conversation my girlfriend and I had been having (the night before), about wall-running in a video game.

Suspecting, now, that I was merely in a dream, I shifted my sprint to the right and took a few, diagonal steps up the wall beside me, twisting into an acrobatic flip and - somehow - dodging the enormous dog that had been chasing us. Afterward the dog was either destroyed by us, or simply disappeared, altogether (though I can't remember which).

Shortly after ridding ourselves of the beast, my friends and I were talking about what had happened. I don't recall much of the dialogue, but I specifically telling them about my having to wake up, so that I could remember everything that went on, in the dream. The last thing I remember of the scenario was one of my friends telling a hilarious joke that had everyone cracking up, just as I was purposefully pulling myself out of the dream and waking myself up.

(I'm not sure, but I believe this one might have resulted in an actual false awakening, because I remember waking up with my laughter actually carrying over from the dream, and into waking life. My girlfriend was lying beside me, as usual, but I didn't get out of bed. I just relaxed, as if to drift back off to sleep. Then, moments later, I was waking up, again. I still don't know if the laughing bit was real or another dream, though, so I'm not counting it as a false awakening in this journal entry.)

Last Night's Dreams, in One Sentence - 10/04/2020

"Dream World Academy Campus" - 02/26/2020 (Lucid)

"Dream World Academy Campus"

02/26/2020

Dream#3

(Lucid)

(Before this, I'd had a short fragment, about being on a street corner and telling some friends about my first dream of the night. While telling them the story, After that fragment, I'd woken up and planned to do a WBTB, with the intention of searching for the Dream World Academy. Pretty quickly, with the affirmation in mind, I fell back asleep, and into another dream.)

The first thing I remember was being in a grocery store. There wasn't much out of the ordinary going on, in the beginning, but I spontaneously realized that I was unfamiliar with this place, and I knew that I had to be dreaming. Almost as quickly as I had become lucid, I remembered what my objective had been, upon going back to sleep: Finding the Dream World Academy. I thought about how I might best attempt to locate this fictional facility, and I found myself following a couple of the employees into a walk-in freezer. Inside the freezer, there was a smaller, grocery store "ICE" dispenser, in the corner. Thinking that I might be able to create a portal to the DWA, I stepped over to the dispenser; opened the hatch-like door; and began to crawl inside, attempting to "will" myself to another location. It was pitch-black, inside, though, and I started to think that submerging myself in total darkness might prompt a less-desirable scene change, though, so I decided to abort the idea and exited the ICE dispenser.

Still trying to figure out my approach to finding the DWA, I left the grocery store and stepped out onto the street. The street scene seemed more like a small, eastern European town, than anything that I'm normally familiar with. While outside, I saw a few of my real life friends, on the street. Somewhere around here, while interacting with them, I got caught up in the narrative and forgot that I was dreaming, losing my lucidity. We hung for a bit, on the street corner, and then boarded a transit bus, apparently about to head off, somewhere that someone had suggested, but I couldn't remember the conversation. Just as the bus had begun to pull away from the curb, though, I remembered that this was all just a dream, and that I had a task to complete.

Immediately, I ignored the narrative that was beginning to develop in regards to my friends. I simply turned toward one of the bus windows, and stepped forward, pressing my hands to the glass and then pushing myself into it, phasing through the side of the departing bus and stepping back out onto the cobblestone street. I looked around the city square, trying to find the best way to bring myself to the Dream World Academy. My first inclination was to go back into the grocery store I had recently exited, but I figured that there had to be a faster way. That's when I remembered the old "turn around" technique. Looking away from the storefront, I began to imagine that the Dream World Academy would be right behind me. I didn't bother to imagine what it might look like - only that it would be there. Then, I turned back around, and the entire storefront had changed. Instead, I was looking up at a gigantic, stone stairway, spanning almost the entire face of an old-style university building. The stairway had to have been a good 30 feet wide, and stretched up further than I cared to try and quantify. Ecstatic that I had, apparently, found my objective, I began to climb the stairs, in order to find the entrance.

Eventually reaching the top of the stairway, seemingly a couple of hundred feet above the ground, I was greeted by a large, metallic sculpture of either an eagle or a griffin. I can easily remember the bird's beak, but I can't recall whether it had an eagle's body. I walked passed the statue, and into a short, arched hallway. The daylight continued, on the other side of the short hallway, and I walked through it, stepping out into a central courtyard. However, instead of an actual courtyard, I came to a downward staircase that overlooked and vast bay area, surrounded on all sides by more old-European(ish) architecture. It was as if I was stepping out, into the highest sections of a football stadium, but instead of bleachers, there were houses, and instead of a football field, it was a harbor that spanned more than a mile, on either side.

After taking a moment to marvel at the surreal environment, I began to descend the internal stairway, with plans to just explore as much as possible. By this time, other people began showing up, many of them dressed in generic university uniforms - students, obviously. They silently passed me by, moving up and down the staircase while I wandered about, aimlessly.

(Unfortunately, I don't recall much more of this before waking up.)

"Desert Outpost" - 12/07/2006

”Desert Outpost”

12/07/2006

Dream #2

This one jumped around a lot. Me, T, JL and someone else were hanging out in an unfamiliar apartment complex. This girl, N, that I used to work with, a few years ago, lived in one of the apartments. Some time, throughout the dream, we’d gone to Burger King and, when we came back, my food was leaking through the bottom of my bag - a stringy mixture of mayonnaise, and grease dripping all over my legs. We got out of the car and were eating our food outside on the steps of N's apartment, when some little kid came up and was asking me about why my food was so soggy. I can’t remember what I told him though.

Later, some sort of drama happened and I think T ended up getting into a fight with someone in the neighborhood. It had been “hours” (perceived) since we ate at BK and he was feeling all good after winning a fight, so he said something like: “Let’s go get hot wings. I’m buying!” so we went and ate wings at some unfamiliar place. Standing in line, some of my ROTC buddies were there. I remember KA kept trying to get in front of me, in line, whenever I wasn’t paying attention. I’d grab him in a lock and shove him back to his spot, and we’d start play/fighting in line.

The dream shifted again, and it was daytime. A bunch of us (I think it was mostly the ROTC crew) were going on some “desert safari,” where we were supposed to venture to this mystical sort of place, way out in the desert. We each left at different times, because part of the trial was to see who would make it all the way there, without quitting. I had my camera with me and was walking alone through this scorching desert. T’s camera is on his phone, so he kept sending me pics that he was taking, while he was walking. After what seemed like forever, I came to a large mesa, with a sign in front of it. I knew there was some sort of civilization near this mesa, and I had been waiting to find it for a while. The sign, though, said that the “mystical city” we were looking for was still 2000 miles away, and something else about the sign evidenced that I’d only traveled 2000 miles in the first place. I was only halfway there, and about to pass out. The civilization that I heard this mesa was around was nothing but an outpost. I could see it way off in the distance and it was still quite a trip, so I continued walking.

At some point in time, I noticed that, instead of a poncho, I was wearing my bathroom robe (…which struck me as weird, but wasn’t enough to make me lucid). I noticed that there was supposed to be a lot of wildlife on this trip, and I hadn’t seen any. However, when I stepped into this small outpost of a town, there was wildlife running loose, all over it. The thing was: not only were these dangerous animals (alligators, bears, etc) but they were huge - gators as tall as 4 ft, while on all fours; bears which stood about as tall as full-grown men, again, on all fours.

Exhausted, I traveled to the center of this outpost and my surroundings were a mixture of calm and chaos. Some people were running for their lives as these monstrous beasts were chasing them down. Others were just standing around and taking pictures, like tourists in a theme park. I was about to start taking pictures of this weirdness, when I happened to turn around and see a guy running toward me with a massive bear - bigger than he was - closing in behind him. The bear caught the guy’s backpack in its mouth and picked him up off of the ground. He screamed in sheer, helpless terror, as the bear shook him from side to side, like a dog shaking a chew-toy, and then let go, the man flying through the air and smashing through a chain link fence a good 50 feet away.

I slowly lowered my camera and kept walking, thinking that now wasn’t a good time to stop and take pictures. Ultimately, I just wanted to get inside, where I could rest, peacefully, away from these dangerous animals. Strangely enough, there was a sandwich shop in one of the old buildings, which had a sign that said “Subs / Sodas” etc. on it. I remember getting some strange looks from the locals (probably because I was still wearing my bathrobe), before going inside the shop to find something to eat, but I don’t recall anything after this.

"Police Omnipresence" - 11/13/2019 (Lucid + Chain + FA)

"Police Omnipresence"

11/13/2019

Dream #1(a)

(Lucid)

There is an early part of this dream, where I was with a bunch of kids, riding around on "Hoverboards." I remember getting on one of the Hoverboards and, instead of riding it in a forward-facing stance, I was able to ride it with my feet facing to one side, like a skateboard. The kids found it really cool, and I was doing a few tricks with it.

Later, I was skateboarding (now, with a normal skateboard) through some beach town, heading down toward the water. I came upon a largely-flooded area, as if the beach had surged inland. Having built up speed, I skimmed the board across the puddle, splashing water on my way through. There was a cop, walking up the street, in the opposite direction from me, and he immediately turned around and began harassing me for "playing in" the floodwater. He was completely overreacting, though, so, after some back-and-forth, I just waved him off and went about my way.

Time skipped, and I was at home with my girlfriend, J, and an unknown guy-friend. Unprompted, my stereo came on, by itself. A voice came through the speakers, and I could tell that it was the cop from my earlier encounter. The room was already dark, and his voice was booming and ominous. He started going off about the reason he was such a jerk, earlier, being that he and I had history. He said that I was involved in wrongdoing which led to someone in his family being maimed or killed. For this reason, he considered me to be something of a "nemesis" to him, and that he wasn't going to rest until he got even. Strangely enough, my dream "self," seemed to know what he was talking about. I was immediately remorseful, and attempted to voice my sorrow for what had happened. I told him that it was an accident, and that the whole situation was largely misunderstood. (Though, I didn't think it was strange that I was talking to him through an mic-less radio.)

Just then, the bedroom window, beside me, lit up in a hazy, gray bit of "television static," as if the glass, itself, was a giant monitor. Though the cop's face never showed, I could hear his voice, coming from the window-turned-TV screen.

He said "It would be just horrible, if it happened to someone you loved...."

Another time-skip, and it was a new day. J and I were sitting out on a back porch. There was an older woman at the far side of the porch, and a small boy, beside her. They looked to be doing some sort of work, like tending to the vegetation on the deck, or something. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the innocent woman dropped to the ground, dead. Shocked I looked toward the direction from which I heard the shot and, through the spaces in the fence, I could see the cop glaring back at me, grinning, teasingly.

Immediately, J and I ran after him, Jumping over the fence and chasing him through a grassy area between houses. Suddenly, a large dog came around a nearby corner, charging between us and the officer and moving in to attack me. Initially, I fought the dog off with my hands, but it was eventually able to chomp down on one of my hands, and I noticed that it didn't really hurt. The dog held on, though, long enough for me to figure out how this insane scenario came about. I suspected that I had to be dreaming. With the dog still clamped on to my hand, I reached out with my other one and pet the dog on the head, calmly, willing it to settle down...and it did, loosening its jaws and sitting down in front of me.

We, then, turned to the officer, who seemed ready for a fight. J, though, didn't seem to acknowledge my lucidity. She was apprehensive about just confronting him, outright, knowing that he had a gun. I, however, was already convinced that I was dreaming. I raised a hand toward the cop and tried to use telekinesis on him. J was startled by the gesture and yelled "what are you doing??" I told her that it's fine, because this was just a dream. Obviously not believing me, she practically face-palmed and said "Oh, my God. NO," suggesting that she thought I was going to get myself killed, by convincing myself that this was just a dream. (Lol.) Things were very vivid, at this point, and the first few attempts did not work. The cop approached me and squared up. After exchanging a few swings, I was able to "force push" him away from me, completely proving my theory right - that I was dreaming and had some level of control.

The fight went on, mixing telekinesis with hand-to-hand blows, though I don't remember too many of the details. In the middle of the fight, though, I instantly "woke up," into what I would soon discover was a false awakening.

Dream #1(b)

(False Awakening)

(Chain)

(Lucid)

Immediately upon "waking up" in my bed, I found myself flailing from the previous fight, and inadvertently launching a fist out and punching my girlfriend - as she lay next to me - square in the boob. (Haha.) She woke, clutching her chest and asking me something along the lines of "what the hell is wrong with you??" Embarrassed, I told her about the dream I'd had. In the end, she thought it was funny and forgave me.

Next thing I knew, it was daylight, again. J and I, along with the same guy-friend from the previous dream, were walking down a dirt road. (Apparently, my notion of the previous events being "just a dream," had faded.) I was telling both of them about the "incident," the cop had been referencing, expressing how it was all a mistake and that what happened was an accident. I remember referencing that the victim had been the cop's son or nephew or something, and there was a series of events that led to his death. J said that she didn't want to hear any gory details, which is pretty consistent with her character.

Clearing a wooded area near the road, we came upon a small, run-down house. As we got closer to it, the front door opened and a young woman walked out. She was dressed as a zombie, and sort of taking on a zombie gait to her walk, but I was never concerned that she was an actual ghoul. She was just dressed like one, as if for a cosplay or Halloween costume. She walked right passed us, without saying a thing, and after watching her walk by, finding the encounter to be a bit odd, we all turned back toward the house, just in time to see the cop, from earlier, come sauntering out the front door, grinning at us.

Immediately, upon recognizing him, I knew I was dreaming. I said something like "ugh, here we go again," while the cop stalked toward me as if he wanted to go another round. Now, fully aware of the situation, I was ready to have some more fun. I threw my hands out to the side, and yelled "rrraaaaaahh!!" trying to pull off a DBZ-style power-up (which I've had some success with, before). Nothing happened, though, and he just ran in and started his attack. I drew upon telekinesis, again, and started throwing him around, all over the yard, with my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the zombie-girl come back onto the scene. Behind her, though, I saw an enormous werewolf also show up, snarling as if it was about to get into the fray. As it walked toward my fight with the cop, I could see that it was far too large to be just "someone in costume," and that I was about to have to battle this random werewolf, too.

It was in the chaos of the ensuing battle, that I woke up.

"Slasher Movie-ish" - 12/12/2006 (Lucid)

"Slasher Movie-ish”
12/12/2006
(Lucid)


(This one actually started off exactly like 12/11’s journal entry, but it was so abstract - and long - that, even with my notes, I can hardly remember how all the elements came together.)

I was in the same classroom, same chair, and was having trouble with the same dude. I think we ended up become friends before the pencil incident even happened, this time. Again, most of the class went out and partied together but, this time, we ended up going to a house party at…my grandma’s house?

At some point, I remember looking for my uncle C, but was only able to find my other uncle L, and I think he was sleeping on the couch or something like that.

Anyway, later (and the weirdness begins...), there was apparently a killer running around. He was taking a lot of my classmates out, one by one, in standard “Scream/IKnowWhatYouDidLast/Halloween/The13th/onElmStreet” movie fashion. We spent most of the dream running for our lives; hiding; and periodically coming across the dead bodies of our friends, most of them gutted and/or skinned, leaving nothing but unidentifiable carcasses. We even started getting suspicious of one another because, even well into the night, we just couldn’t find who the hell was doing all the killing. Even so, I decided to stay with the largest group, thinking it’d be easier to look out for myself and each other. Some time during the night, someone that wasn’t in our group came running in (I think they were screaming, having just barely escaped the killer) and we all scattered, knowing the killer was probably on the way.

Most of us ran outside, heading out through the backyard. Coming away from the lights of the house, it was pitch black outside, and the backyard seemed to stretch on forever, like we were running into an endless void. Running from a savage maniac and into a space so dark that I couldn’t see the person in front of me brought about a sense of panic. This, though, also brought me to the realization that I was dreaming. It was a very low level of lucidity, though. I couldn’t even break the fear that I was feeling, knowing that there was someone trying to kill me (funny, how I can realize I'm dreaming but - when in the middle of an intense situation - forget how easy it would be to get out of, if I could calm down and put my mind to it.)

While running toward where I knew there were a bunch of trees standing, even though I could no longer see them, because the area was so dark, I didn’t even want to look over my shoulder, back toward the house, because I was in fear of what, not only who, might be right on my heels. I thought up a half-witted plan of killing two birds with one stone. I was going to, while running, charge up a ball of light between my hands, hoping that the glow would light the area while, at the same time, giving me something to use against this killer that I figured was right behind me.

I dipped my shoulders down, still at a full sprint, and brought my hands beside me, spaced apart as if I were holding a basketball between them. I kept trying to form this ball of energy. I tried over and over. I couldn’t even get a f*ckin' spark. My mind was just racing too much, and I couldn’t focus. I had no control, whatsoever. Then, just like that, lucidity was gone. The dream had shifted slightly, and I was in the middle of the woods. There was just enough light coming from [somewhere] to see a few feet around me.

There, in front of me, someone was leaning up against a tree, staring back at me. I could tell it was the guy that had been doing all the killing. The only thing I really remember about this part was that there was this strange black substance, almost like a liquid, with a soft green glow around it. This liquid was obviously “alive,” and it was swirling around this guy in thin, glowing strings. It reminded me of Spiderman/Venom/Carnage’s symbiote costumes, all thick and stringy, but with a green light surrounding it. It was going in and out of the guy’s eyes, ears and gaping mouth, and I could tell that it was controlling the man’s brain.

I wanted NOTHING to do with that shit, and I took off, running.

The dream shifted again, and it was day-time. I was now at my old Canterbury house, and I had some friends with me. Before I knew it, one of them was dead. The body lay sprawled across my porch, split from neck to navel, limbs twisted in an expression that could only describe complete agony at the time of death. We ended up back inside the house where we all came face-to-face with the killer. He had a knife in his hand but, with about 4 of us left, we were able to overpower him. I grabbed the knife and we threw him down on the bed. My friends pinned both his wrists and feet and I jumped on the bed and sat on his thigh, making sure he would go nowhere.

Having completely forgotten about all the supernatural shit (because of the dream shift, maybe?) I started taunting and torturing this guy (like I’ve always envisioned myself doing to one of these slasher-movie killers, if I ever got my hands on one - as do we all...) making him pay for all of the carnage he’d caused. In the middle of my (pretty damned satisfying) moments of terrorizing this guy, one of my friends looked out the window and said “Shit! Cops!”

There was no way in HELL I was letting this freak off, into police custody, so, with playtime coming to an end, I repeatedly stabbed this guy in the chest/stomach - I can’t even remember how many times – for about three seconds. And then we all ran outside to meet the cops and try to keep them from coming inside. I threw the knife down in the dirt, near the body on my porch. I don’t know why. I just sure as f*ck didn’t want to get caught holding it. If the issue came up, I’d just have to explain everything the best I could.

While we were outside, being questioned by the cops about the body that was on the ground, I looked over one cop’s shoulder and saw a car drive by, slowly at first. A mean leaned out the window a little and waved at us, smiling. It was the same man I’d just stabbed to death in my bedroom. He’d somehow gotten out the back door and was now getting away. I knew there would be no way to explain everything that happened, quick enough for the cops to do something about it.

Again, the dream shifted...

I was walking down the sidewalk with some friends of mine. It seemed like it was early morning. I was in about the middle of the group, some people both in front and behind me. I suddenly remembered the man on the loose and got a bad feeling. I quickly turned around and looked behind me just in time to see an unknown figure rush in and spear-tackle one of my friends into the trees lining the sidewalk. I ran back to them, knowing my friend was about to get slaughtered. It turned out to be a prank, though, another one of my boys rolling in the grass and laughing with the one that he’d just surprised the hell out of. Relieved, I laughed, turning back around to face the way we were originally walking toward…just in time to see another one of my friends lying on the ground, having been killed by the murderer, when my back was turned.

The same car rolled slowly by, the killer smiling enthusiastically and yelling something to me about how, sooner or later, he was going to get me (obviously excited about my having “killed” him once). He spoke as if he respected me as some sort of worthy opponent and, as he was pulling away said something about how he can’t wait for the sequel, suggesting that my subconscious considered this reminiscent of a slasher-movie, even before the dream was over.