"Hancock's Powers" - 07/20/2008

”Hancock’s Powers”

07/20/2008

Dream One:

 

(I don’t remember very much of this one at all – just going off of my notes, and even those don’t really bring most of the beginning of the dream back into memory.)

I started off this dream with Hancock’s powers (was watching the movie when I went to sleep). Apparently, I started off by going around and helping people, at times. I ended up with a group of friends, including C., who used to hang out in my old neighborhood. Another girl in the group turned out to be my “opposite,” like Charlize’s character in the movie. 

We were, then, at someone’s house. The unfamiliar girl had been crying, for some reason, and I spent a large part of the dream consoling her, hugging and kissing her while our group was waiting around for C. while she was busy with something. We were told that we had to go meet C. at “Covington” something-or-other. I knew where it was, so we all left the house. The mystery girl slipped up to me to hold my hand and, after walking for some time, her expression changed, and she immediately seemed really apprehensive about something. Without disclosing why, she decided that she was going to split from the group and walk a separate way. I asked if she knew something that she wasn’t telling us, and she just refused to answer. She went the opposite way, and the rest of us continued walking to the neighborhood where we were supposed to meet C.

Shortly afterward, I found myself walking through a strange house, alone. All of a sudden, some kid in his late-teens jumped out from around a corner, slashing at me with a knife. He caught me by surprise, so I instinctively reacted and grabbed him. I noticed, though, how strong he was. Holding him back, as best I could, I was still suffering glazing cuts and scratches from the knife proving that, along with having lost my super-strength, I was, also, no longer invulnerable to attack.

We struggled on our feet, for a short while, and ended up crashing through a nearby window. When we hit the ground, on the outside, I felt the boy's head ended up cracking on something. Blood began pouring out of it, profusely. Having merely been defending myself, I never meant to kill this kid. I had, apparently, lost my powers after having been around my "opposite," for quite a while, and I was pretty sliced up, but I picked the stranger up and carried him down the street, where there just happened to be some medics in an ambulance. It turned out that the kid has lost too much blood, though, and it was too late to save him.

"ScarletVision" - 05/19/2022 (w/ Lucid False Awakening)

"ScarletVision"

05/19/2022

(w/ Lucid False Awakening)

In this dream, I was a disembodied observer (like watching a movie), following a street-level detective, as he went around investigating the murders of innocent people by Wanda Maximoff aka "The Scarlet Witch." I don't remember a whole lot of the detail from this early, but I recall him going from location to location, analyzing crime scenes and gathering clues like in a noir crime drama. There were multiple victims, killed for unknown reasons, but any pattern telling why remained unclear. Over time, the detective was starting to get the feeling that something wasn't right about his situation. Things weren't adding up, and there were a lot of unrealistic scenarios that were playing out. He began to deduce that he couldn't, in fact, be experiencing the real world. The entire scene, then, transitioned. 

Instantly, my point of view focused in on a rounded object, lying on a table. I immediately recognized the object to the decapitated head of her android husband, The Vision. My perspective panned out to reveal that the head was sitting on an operating table, in a lab. The lab was dimly lit with a soft, green light, and looked as it would, if someone had simply left for the night. Strewn around the lab, I could see that there was not only the other dismembered pieces of the Vision's body, but that there were also multiple versions of his body - in the same, decimated conditions - lying all over the place.

As my perspective settled on the lab interior, as a whole, I began to see movement in some of the reflective surfaces around the room. I could see brief glimpses of the Scarlet Witch's form - from an arm, in one corner of the lab; to her flowing hair, in another; and a flash of her eyes, in some of the shiny metal equipment, all around. Then, a pair of symbols appeared in a shadowy walkway, which twisted and contorted themselves into a humanoid form, and transformed into Wanda, in full costume. She stared, rather sternly, at the head of Vision that I had first seen, walking over to it. 

She began talking to the head, saying something about how she knew that she wasn't going to be able to keep him in there, forever, explaining (in detail that I can't quite remember) how she had pulled in variants of him from other universes, searching for a "particular" version, which she had - since - been holding in an "illusion," in the conscious mind of his severed head, to keep him busy while she did....something. (I don't remember her purpose.) However, she admitted finding that he was figuring it all out, and she knew that she was going to have to release him. With a wave of her hand, the scattered pieces of The Vision, that belonged to that, particular head, swirled themselves together and stood upright, making him whole. Immediately, now in control of himself, he switched from his robotic form to his human-looking form and gazed back at her, in terror.

The two had a back and forth conversation (though I can't remember much of the actual dialogue), that had something to do with Wanda trying to justify her imprisonment of him as a means to them finding a way back to their relationship, someday. Vision, naturally, did not follow her logic, and he knew that she had broken bad. The next thing I remember, he was doing everything he could to escape her, while she gave chase after him.

Vision scurried out of the lab and into a barren, nighttime landscape that was bathed in red light, as if the moon shone almost as intensely as the sun, but gave off the deep, crimson color of an eclipse. There was a large, dark body of water, nearby - like a lake or river - which looked much like blood under the light of the moon (though I could not see the moon, itself. Incidentally, had this dream on the night of a blood red moon, while at sea, on a cruise). Vision scrambled to get away, and kept looking behind him, to see if she was still chasing him. Suddenly, the entire landscape went black, like someone had flipped off the red moonlight with a switch. Seconds later, two glowing red orbs blazed in the blacked-out environment. The redness of the moon then came back into view, illuminating the landscape and revealing the two orbs to be Wanda's eyes as she'd manifested herself right next to Vision, when the world went dark.

She stood just between him and the lake or river, with her back to the water. Vision faced her, defiantly, and she gave him a sort of pitiful look, implying that she knew he would not be able to simply escape her. Vision basically called her out as "evil," and he said something about her being "only one" witch - possibly implying that he (like Ultron) had the ability to split his consciousness into other systems (a point that wasn't specifically made in the dream, I don't think, but it certainly would have fit the character). The Scarlet Witch scoffed and said something like "oh? Only one?" She, then, raised her hands, gesturing as if performing a silent spell.

There was movement in the dark red water, behind her. A figure slowly emerged, walking upright, out of the lake/river, and stepping fully into view. It was another Wanda. Then, on her opposite side, the same disturbance in the water appeared, and yet another Wanda walked onto the shore. Then, another. And another. More and more copies of the Scarlet Witch came creeping, eerily, out of the dark water, some of them crawling onto the rocky shore, on all fours, like zombies rising from the dead. As if that weren't enough, a larger figure stood straight up, in the shallow water - a giant-sized Wanda - lumbering forward, standing at about 15 feet high. Yet another giant doppelganger came forward, shortly afterward.

Vision found himself staring at an entire army of various versions of Wanda, as they lined up in formation, around the original. Noticeably taken aback by this, Vision tried to steel himself and pushed back, saying that these were just illusions, and even though she could make it look like they were all tangible, he knew that there was only one of her. Hardly fazed by this, Wanda's face twisted in a gesture of pure concentration, and suddenly one of the copies began speaking for her, stating that she was able to share her consciousness, as well. Another Wanda, on her other side, began talking also, finishing the comment, but the voice's inflection seeming as if it was coming from a completely different entity - almost like Ultron speaking through his many, individual, drones. Many of the other Wandas began chiming in, with comments of their own, making it horrifyingly clear that - though they were extensions of her original mind - they were all individual and autonomous versions of her. (It was creepy as hell.)

I believe that Vision gave up the bravado and continued trying to escape, but I woke up shortly after this moment....(or...rather...I thought I did).

***

Pt.2

(Lucid)

(False Awakening)

I "woke up," in the cruise ship cabin's bed. My fiance was sitting up, beside me, awake, and there was a dark-haired woman sitting on the small couch, next to us. At first, I didn't even notice anything strange about the woman being there, as I just began to tell them both about the Scarlet Witch dream I'd been having, and about how crazy and detailed the narrative was. Annoyingly, as I was recalling the experience, the unfamiliar woman kept interrupting me, telling me that nothing I was saying was somehow "shocking" or "unique," and that it was all just rehashing things that were covered in the new "Doctor Strange" movie, of which Wanda was a central character (even though nothing that happened in the dream was actually in that movie). 

Frustrated, I started talking down to her about how rude she was being. Then, almost spontaneously, I realized that this was a dream. I caught myself, practically mid-sentence, and scoffed at how I was even wasting my time by trying to argue with her. I blurted out: "you're not even real," dismissing her, as matter-of-factly as I could. She just smirked and stared back at me, challengingly, as if I was talking nonsense. Attempting to prove the point, I held out a hand and focused my mind on her - like I was Darth Vader, trying to lift her from the couch in a Force Choke, with telekinesis. The dream was still very vivid, and nothing seemed to be working, at first. Then, I tried again, concentrating a little less and just trying to "will" it to happened. Instead of lifting her whole body from the couch, though, I saw that her head actually started to come off at the neck!

Having confirmed my suspicion enough, I released my control over the character, and her head lowered back onto its base, the skin of her neck stringing itself back together, seamlessly. Just picking at her, at this point, I began imagining myself pinching at little spots on her face, from afar. I could see the skin being prodded by the fingertips of my mind, until pieces of it started tearing away. It seemed like she was resisting, though, because her skin kept snapping back into place. Eventually, I gave one, solid, telekinetic yank on her face, and her entire face ripped itself free of her skull. However, instead of seeing the gory presence of an exposed skull, beneath, she had another, perfectly intact, face just beneath the original one.

 The woman gave a scowl and I saw the pupils of her eyes transform into reptilian slits. She, then, gave an evil smile, trying to intimidate me. Completely confident, by now, that I was in a lucid dream, I just shrugged at her and snickered at her attempt to continue trying to scare me, when the jig was already up. This obviously embarrassed her, because she simply grunted with disgust, stood up from the couch, and walked out of the room.

Finally, not wanting to lose my recollection of all that had happened, I woke myself up, intentionally.

(It was one hell of a ride. I absolutely loved the horror vibe that they gave Wanda in "Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness," and I can see that it left an impression. Haha.)

"Darkseid is Coming" - 11/26/2021

"Darkseid is Coming..."

11/26/2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everybody Out of the Deadpool!"

11/23/2012

Dream #1

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

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

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

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

"Grodd, Almighty" - 10/12/2010 (Lucid)

"Grodd, Almighty"

10/12/2010

(Lucid)

(Awesome Superman Lucid, last night!)

At first, I was hanging out with a man, woman, and baby, walking through the woods. Somehow, along our journey, we ended up springing someone's trap, and an array of monsters shot up out of the leaf-covered ground and started positioning themselves for attack. The man and woman accompanying me did some sort of quick transformation and became a duo of masked, Power Ranger-like warriors - battle suits and all. Over on the side of the goons and ghouls, there was this crazy, bladed weapon that shredded through the ground, like a shark's fin through water  - and, behind it all, was a "boss." That "boss" was Gorilla Grodd; the Great Ape Super-genius villain, who's known for taking on the Justice League. He was dressed in this really shiny, metallic suit, that kind of made him look like Lord Zedd from the Power Rangers (continuing the theme).

The earth-splitting blade came upon us, and the three of us created something of a collective, defensive barrier against it with our hands and arms. A shower of sparks flew out in all directions, and we were all repelled by the force of the deflected attack...but it was deflected, which was the most important thing. After the defensive maneuver, I recognized myself to be no longer myself - but an incarnation of Superman. (I guess it was just the fact that I used nothing but my own arms, to block the weapon, which brought me to the notion that I was superhuman.)

Naturally, a massive fight ensued (which I, unfortunately, don't really remember much of). I felt actively in control of my actions, but not necessarily lucid yet - in that I simply didn't realize this was all a dream. I remember that I kept looking around, cautiously, for anyone who might sneak up on me with Kryptonite - afraid that someone would get the drop on me, and that I would be taken out of the fight - but it never happened. At one moment, I remember flying down, into the 'forest' floor, and then launching up and out of the ground, at another position on the battlefield, to try to get a better vantage point. It was around here, when the people I was fighting alongside were suddenly abducted. They had simply vanished; baby and all.

Somehow, I had tracked them out over a large body of water, which could have been the ocean. I found one of the men in the water, but I let him be, now focused on just the exhilaration of flying. I believe it was my awareness of this sensation that brought me to full lucidity, right around this time. While still over the water, I started toying with my flight speed, trying to see how much control I could get out of it. I began pushing up through the "gears," just going faster and faster, in increments, until the water and patches of ground became a blur beneath me. After some time, I came upon a fortress, now back in the woods. It was an old, castle-like building with a giant statue - of what might have been a bird or something - outside. I came to find out that this was Grodd's base, and that the woman and baby were inside.

Without wasting any time, I just burst in through one of the thick, stone walls, as if it were made of Legos, grabbed the mother and her baby, and zoomed back out of the building. Outside, Grodd was already there to meet us - still wearing his shiny, new suit. I motioned for the woman to get her kid and stand back and then rushed Grodd with everything I had. He was absolutely no match for me, this time. I stayed on the offensive and pretty much just pummeled him with my fists until he was unable to put up a fight.

After he was defeated, there was a loud rumbling, coming from within the building. I couldn't tell what was happening, but I knew something big was about to occur. I picked up the woman and child and flew up to the roof of the fortress, setting them safely on top. After descending back down to the front of the building, I saw the entire front wall facade fall away. Behind the rubble that crashed to the ground, I was staring down the barrel of an almost ridiculously large tank cannon, which I could have easily walked straight into, standing upright. The whirring sound, that I began to hear growing in intensity, told me that I was only seconds from being fired upon, so I flew straight up into the air, just as the cannon exploded beneath me. A single shot blasted right below my feet, and I immediately retaliated, flying back down toward the tank and swinging haymakers at it. The steel folded under my fists like tin foil, and I completely demolished the weapon, landing on its roof and ripping open the hatch.

I reached in and grabbed the operator by his collar, pulling him up to me and telling him that I would "throw him into f*cking space," if he ever tried something like that again. Even behind his goggles, I could see the fear in his face. He just shook and stammered, looking like he'd just soiled himself. Lol. I actually let him go, and he scurried off.

I then met back up with the woman and her baby, and we began to walk back to where we'd originally been. The man she had been with, earlier, was suddenly with us again, though I don't remember him having been around, during the battle. I knew, at this point, that I would be waking up, sometime soon, so I began trying to recall the events of the dream, from as early as I could. While I was going over them in my mind, some large creature flew into the forest and confronted us. It was kind like a bird, but breathed fire. I don't remember if it had feathers or leathery skin, but I know it was more bird than dragon. I was so focused on remembering the past events, that the dream began unraveling (I would guess that's because I was taking so much of my attention off of it?).

The bird/dragon/thing craned its head toward me, still flapping its enormous wings, to keep itself hovering in one spot. I knew I didn't want to get drawn into another scenario, because I might lose so much of what I'd retained, so just as the bird lurched forward and spit a wide plume of fire toward me, I completely let go of the dream and forcibly myself up.

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"Gateway Amex" - 4/22/2005

"Gateway Amex"

4/22/2005

(This one jumped around a bit, but I will try to recall as much as possible.)

The first part of the dream took place at a house that was not unlike mine. It was a friend's house, whose mother had not been home, at the time. For some reason, I started off this scenario, behaving much like Spider-Man. At various points, his mother would come home, and I would have to hide from sight as fast as possible because my friend was grounded and not allowed to have company. Once, I jumped straight up and stuck to the ceiling of the garage, just as she was pulling in. I don’t remember too much about having the Spider-Man persona, more than just his typical abilities. The feeling of web-swinging was definitely prominent, including the sensation of the strands of webbing adhering to my wrists and arms and hanging idly like flailing ropes from my body.

Sometime, along the way, there was, also, a strange card, that I had been instructing the younger friend in how to use. I’m not quite sure who this person was, nor whether it was someone from my waking life, but I recall that the card, itself, seemed like one of those silver AMEX cards, with the blue square in the center. Upon looking through the center, I showed my acquaintance that you could see into another realm - one full of spirits. I had figured that it was the astral plane, or something a little more exclusively sinister. The area where most of the dream took place, seemed to be on the outside of a large slum area, and I remember distinctly seeing an aerial shot of the surrounding city. A massive highway ran along it, and a river sat beside the strip. That sort of "establishing shot" of the surroundings was the last thing I recall.

(To be honest, I think the card itself was to remind me of my mission to visit the Lucid Crossroads, as the river might have been, as well.  last night's dreaming seemed more like the kinda dream you treat as lucid - by bending the laws of waking physics - but in which you are still not quite sure that everything you’re experiencing is a dream. Damn..maybe next time.)

"Hiro's Hero's" / "Future Hiro" - 10/22/2007 (Chain)

"Hiro's Heroes"

10/22/2007

Dream #1

(Part One)

I was Hiro Nakamura, a time-manipulating character from the TV show "Heroes," and was in Feudal Japan. I was training with Kensei and was completely whooping his ass. Mostly playing the defensive, though, I spent most of time dodging and blocking his sword, as he swung it at me. He began getting really pissed, because nothing that he did was having any sort of effect on me, no matter how hard he tried.

After a short while, my perspective switched to a disembodied observer, and I was now following a young girl, from another village. She seemed like a really nice girl, at first, but then, she suited up in a ninja dogi. Obviously, she was taught that the "Heroes" and I were evil, and she was on a mission to kill us. Still just an "observer," my perspective followed her, as she ran through the plains and toward our camp.

Now (coming back into myself, as Hiro), Kensei, Ted, and at least two other "Heroes" characters were training - outside, at this point, instead of inside. I was swordfighting with Ted, and Kensei stood by, watching. I kept beating Ted, but he wasn't doing too badly, and this was making Kensei even more pissed.

Finally, Kensei came in and wanted another shot at me, being really arrogant about it. I started swordfighting him and, again, just had him completely outclassed. I blocked everything he threw at me, with hardly even the slightest effort. At one point, I spun around, parrying one of his strikes and, in the same motion, I dove in toward him, landing on the ground with the side of my body and swiping my sword, catching him in the shin. (We were using wooden swords to practice with.) When I stood up, he was so mad that, being only about three feet away, he threw his sword at me as hard as he could, hilt first. I simply shifted my upperbody, turning my left shoulder out of the way with an almost super-human speed, without the slighest expression of concern, and the sword flew right passed me.

My perspective then switched, again, and showed the ninja girl rushing into our village. She came upon one of the village gaurds and took him out with this badass twisting, backflip-kick. Upon landing, she pulled out a bow and grabbed a huge handful of arrows, stringing them all in the quiver, at once. She released them into the village and her arrows rained down over the people that were outside. The massacre looked more like a cartoon or anime, than anything else, though.

Realizing that this girl was killing everyone, we ran to intercept her, and she and I started fighting. After fighting for a couple of moments, the last thing I remember is some disembodied voice starting a song-number ridiculing House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and her family. (Where that came from, I don't know, but I don't remember anything after that.)

***

"Future Hiro"

Dream #1

(Part Two)

I was still Hiro from Heroes, but this was a time-period before I'd learned to control my powers. I remember riding in an elevator with some strange guy that kinda reminded me of Jack Black. All of a sudden, the elevator stopped, and the doors open. Future Hiro (in essense: myself) was standing in front of us, and he handed me a large, silver case. He said something, that was likely important, but I forgot what it was. However, whatever it was, it had let the stranger know that the man before us was me, from the future. Future Hiro, then, left. The doors closed, and the elevator starting up, again. The whole time, while I continued holding onto this case, the guy beside me was completely flipping out, due to the knowledge that we'd both just met my future self.

"Shadow of the Bat" - 01/09/2007

"Shadow of the Bat"

01/09/2007

Dream #2

(There was an interesting bit of role-reversal on this one, as I’m hardly ever - if ever - rolling with the villains. Anyway...this one was brief, but awesome.)

I was in the backseat of an apparent getaway car, and we were hauling ass down a random city street, at night, after we’d just pulled off a heist. Fully aware that we were being pursued, I turned and looked out the back window, expecting a car chase with the police. Instead, I saw something else following us. It was impossible to tell what it was, however, because it was jet black and I could only see a few brief glimpses of it at a time, in the limited, strobing glow of the passing streetlights. Whatever it was, though, it was big, it was flying, and it was catching up to us.

The terrifying black mass swooped in closer, and only then could I tell that it was the trademark symbol of Batman: a widespread silhouette of his cape, stretched out with a rigidity that could have only suggested the memory-cloth cape from Batman Begins. He was gliding in fast enough to where he actually began to overtake and fly over the top of us. I leaned my head further back in the window to try to see straight up into the sky, overhead. Between the pulse of the streetlights, I saw the shape collapse in mid-air. The dark blob of a figure dropped out of the sky and smashed down onto the rear windshield, Batman’s boots stomping the glass right above my head and causing cracks to spider-web across the surface. He wasn’t able to break it, though, and he bounced back into the air, flaring out the cape, again, into the bat-shaped glider. 

Just as before, the intimidating Bat silhouette was chasing us. I don’t think he ever ended up catching us, though.

(I thought it was pretty tight that I never actually saw Batman - that I can remember -  I only saw his cape take and lose shape, and a small glimpse of his boots when he dropped down to land on the car. It may have only been a fragment, but this was one of my favorite Batman dreams, to date.) 

"Men of Steal" - 8/16/2019

"Men of Steal"

08/16/2019

(I don't remember much about this dream, but there was a particular fragment that stood out as extremely tense and cinematic.)

I was Superman, in this dream. There was some scenario going on, where the police force was working against me, though they were trying to be covert about it. Their distrust in me was clear, however I did not know that they were actively trying to take me down, as a threat, and that they were going through ruthless means, to do so.

I found myself in some random hotel room, at night, fully suited-up, and I believe I had originally been invited there by Lois. At some point, a large squad of SWAT officers - also in full gear - showed up. I don't think they exactly busted in, but they were surely unwelcome.

Giving the implication that there was something dire that they wanted to discuss with me, they asked me to have a seat, and I sat down on one of the couches, shelving my criticisms, for now. Lois had either been in a separate room, before they arrived, or they split us up for the purpose of the conversation. I can't remember which. In either case, some of the officers stayed out of view, presumably watching over Lois while the one in charge was breaking something down, to me. I don't remember exactly what the conversation was about, but there became this rising feeling of accusation toward me. Something was not right, and this was beginning to feel more like an interrogation than a discussion.

Increasingly, the air was becoming more and more contentious. My adrenaline started racing, and all of the alarm bells were screaming that something was about to happen. I immediately thought about Lois, knowing that, if something were to go down, this was not somewhere she needed to be. The lead officer seemed to have noticed that my attention had shifted to Lois, because he gave a command for his team to 'proceed,' and I could see a shuffling near the room where Lois was. They were pushing for the exit. I knew, then, that they were attempting to kidnap her - likely to use as leverage against me. That's what this whole thing had been about - a distraction.

Now, way passed annoyed, I was livid. I decisively stood up and made a push for the doorway...and the fight was on.

First, they tried to huddle together and stop me from advancing, which, obviously, wasn't going to work. Even though I was Superman, I wasn't exactly able to toss them away like gnats. It was a bit tougher than expected, but I was definitely pushing through them. Then, they opened fire on me, basically at point blank range. The bullets bounced off of my chest and hands, as I swatted away their rounds and slapped rifles out of a few of their hands. They relentlessly tried to muscle me back to the couch, and I remember specifically attempting to heat-vision one of the cops, direcctly in the face. (Although, it wasn't all that effective, because it felt like one of those "punching through water" kinds of phenomena, that often happen when I'm being excessively brutal in a dream. The result was definitely nerfed.)

Eventually, I fought my way through the swarm of SWAT officers and made it to the hallway, outside of the hotel room. There, I was met with numerous streaks of green light. The police had set up an array of lasers, strung along the hallway, that looked like something you might see as part of a bank security system in an action movie. What I knew, instinctively, was that these lasers were made of kryptonite, and I couldn't just run through them. I had to navigate my way through this laser trap, slipping around them without getting close enough for them to affect me. It was a tedious, frustrating ordeal, but finally made it.

The last thing I remember is rushing out of the hotel and flying over a bay area, searching for the kidnappers. It was dusk, out, and there was a large, shining city in the distance. Down in the waters of the bay, I could see an enormous whale swimming just below me while I hovered in place.

I woke up before ever being able to find them assailants, though.

"Parkman" - 11/20/2007

"Parkman"

11/20/2007

(I don’t remember all of the details of this dream, but I know it was pretty long.)

I was Matt Parkman, the cop from the TV show: Heroes. When the dream started, I was with Sylar (the main villain from the same show). We were traveling together, but I gave him no clue that I had any powers, or that I knew he was up to no good. We had stopped driving long enough to go into a grocery store, and I visited the bakery. There was one girl working behind the counter, and she passed me up, a few times, obviously busy with someone else. One of the times that she passed, and turned her back, Sylar reached behind the counter and stole a massive amount of cookies. He started crushing them and taking out certain bits of them, wrapping those crushed pieces up in a paper towel. I knew, right of the bat, that this had something to do with his villainous schemes (which is freakin hilarious, now that I sit here and type this all out. Lol.), but causing a scene would blow my cover.

So, the girl came back around, to help me out, and as I pointed to which type of cookie I wanted, she notices the large number of cookies missing from the shelf. I could see her getting suspicious and, just as she looked up at me, about to say something, I implanted the thought into her head that she didn’t see anything, and nothing was out of the ordinary (ala Parkman's telepathic powers, in the show). She ended up just taking my order and Sylar and I went on our way.

Later, I was in the bathroom in some huge office building. I don’t remember how the connection was made, but, somehow, Sylar became Osama Bin Laden, or something (I'm not exactly sure that he transformed into him, but, all I know is, at one point, Sylar was in the bathroom talking to someone and then, Osama Bin Laden was in the bathroom, in his stead, with a bunch of Al Qaeda members – a strange, and sudden twist). I remained still, in the stall, listening to these guys talk about how there was going to be a terrorist attack on this massive building. I wanted to do something, but I had no gun, and I was pretty much useless, from where I was crouching. (I didn’t even thinking about using telepathy.) Unable to stop them, I heard the guys leave the bathroom and gunfire erupted as they went on a killing spree. When I was able to leave the stall, the hallways were littered with bodies.

The dream reset (this is the second time that’s happened in about a week), and I was back in the stall again. As soon as I realized what was about to happen, I finished up and discretely walked out of the bathroom. (I think Sylar was still talking to whomever he was talking to, when I left.) When I got out, into the hall, I immediately went looking for security guards. I found one and tried to use telepathy to make him give me his gun, but he said he wasn’t carrying one. Continuing on, I saw an old ROTC friend of mine (in waking life), named AR. I told her that there was about to be an attack on this building and asked if she was carrying a gun. She happened to be carrying two, and gave me this little Derringer. I remember looking at it like “…wtf,” but it would have to do, for now. The shootout started and AR helped me out. We went around, fighting off as many of these guys as we could, and at one point, I used telepathy on one of the terrorists and made him give me his gun.

Later, still, the dream had changed. I don’t know whether or not I was still Parkman, but AR was still with me. We were walking through the swamp with a bunch of other people, like we were camping or something. We came along a dead alligator, and we were all looking at it, as we walked passed. Just as I walked by, the damn thing sprung to life and started chasing us (mainly me, because I was to the rear of the line)! While I was running, I kept fumbling in my pocket for the Derringer pistol, that AR had given me, back at the building, and I couldn’t get it out of my pocket. I jumped out of the way, just as the gator lunged at me, and it disappeared into a bush. Just as suddenly, it sprang out of the bush right beside AR and lunged for her. Then, with all the reflexes of a ninja, she whipped out her much bigger gun and put two bullets in its head.

(That's the last thing that I can remember.)

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

"Deadpool Ruins Everything"

01/24/2019

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

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

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

Part 2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strollin'" - 11/30/2018 (Lucid)

“Strollin'"
11/30/2018

(Lucid)

(I awoke at about 10:00am, used the bathroom, and talked briefly with my mom about it being my Aunt’s birthday. Figuring I had a short while longer to sleep, I lay back down in bed, on my stomach. The sun was coming in, behind my blinds, so I turned away from the rest of my room and faced the wall.)

Shifting in and out of consciousness, I’d heard my old friend M come into my room. He was just rambling on about something, and I – still facing the wall, laying on my stomach – could hear him pacing around the room beside me. It wasn’t until I felt him sit down on the bed, that the sensation actually startled me, and I lifted my head, to turn to look at him. He was no longer there. (At this moment, I’m not sure whether I actually awoke, fully, and turned to look at him, or if I only did so in the dream. In any case, I realized that I had simply been dreaming him, and I turned back around and lay my head back on my pillow.) Shortly after this, I heard my girlfriend walk into the room – much like M had done. She, too, was talking abstractly about something, and I could hear her pacing about the room. Now, somewhat aware that I had been slipping in and out of consciousness, and not bothering to look her way, I realized that she, too, was not really there. Now only very-slightly conscious, but still not quite in a full-blown dream, I continued to lay there, facing the wall of my softly-sunlit bedroom, allowing the hypnagogia to seep in.

Soon, the voices of my mom and aunt could be heard from the dining room, and for a moment, I thought that she’d stopped by for her birthday. Then, I heard a bunch of kids playing, and they were soon coming into my room as if I wasn’t even there. After just lying there a few more moments, listening to them play in my room, I got curious and finally got up and out of bed. I know that the kids were family members, but I don’t remember if they were my actual relatives or just vague representations. They were trying to play my PlayStation so I - still fuzzy and very lightly lucid - turned on the new Spider-Man game for them, and they began to play. While I watched, my perspective got partially sucked into the game, and I watched Spider-Man and Thanos (who isn’t in the actual game) have some epic battle. Eventually pulling myself away from the TV, I decided that I wanted to go explore, now that I was still “pretty sure” that I was dreaming.

I walked out of the room and into an apartment building stairwell (which I knew was odd, since I live in a one-story house). M was there, again, and I think he was continuing with whatever stream of idle talk he had been getting into, back in the room. Stepping over to the stairwell, and largely ignoring him, I decided to actively check my suspicion that I was dreaming, and I jumped up and attempted to hover in place. It wasn’t exactly hovering, but I descended back to the walkway much slower than the normal pull of gravity. With that, I had killed all doubt, and was 100% sure that I was dreaming. Wanting to do some exploring, I vaulted over the stairway railing and slowly floated down to the first floor. The bottom of the stairwell was a mix between a stairway and a living room – more “inside” than “outside,” as most apartment stairwells are. On the far side of this room, there was a front door with decorative glass paneling, and I began to walk toward it, wondering what I was going to do with my lucidity.

Moving closer to the door, I noticed, through the glass, that there was something crossing the walkway. It was a baby stroller – a lone baby stroller, with no one pushing it. It rolled right to the middle of the entryway, just on the other side of the door, and stopped on its own, as if waiting for me to come and investigate it. Of course, I knew where this was going. This was a horror setup, if I ever saw one, but I was not about to let the creepiness bother me. Defying my brain’s suspected attempt to start freaking me out, I walked straight to the door to check out this stroller situation. Instead of opening the door, though, I attempted to walk right through it. By now, the dream was very vivid, and instead of phasing effortlessly through the door, I had to *push* through it, as I sank into it, and it clung to my body like taffy when I emerged on the other side. Walking up to the stroller on the sidewalk, I looked inside and found it completely empty – a bit anti-climactic, but I figured it could have been worse.

Starting to walk down the street, now, I tried to think of something else to do. I thought about DreamViews, and what the task of the month might have been, but I realized it had been a while since I checked the site, and I had no idea what the latest lucid tasks were. Traffic was fairly busy, on the street beside me, with a line of parked cars separating myself from those rushing by.  Rather nonchalantly – looking for some way to use my lucid ability, while not thinking of anything particularly intriguing – I reached my hand out to a parked car and did a sharp upward gesture, flinging the car off the ground and flipping it toward traffic. It smashed down, upside-down, onto a passing car, which then smashed into another car and caused a pretty-intense pile-up in the street, as car after car crashed into the first two. I couldn’t help but marvel at the level of detail in the shattering glass and twisting metal. It was all too realistic. I’m very rarely the type of person that gets caught up in thinking of dream characters as real, sentient beings, but there was a moment where I started thinking about multiple-dimensions and consciousness-based realities, and part of me felt a little guilty for the wanton violence.

Continuing down the street, I came upon a highway on-ramp, and flew up onto the intersecting road. There was an 18-wheeler passing by, and I landed on top of the bed, hitching a ride while it rolled along – rather slowly, for a highway. Stepping toward the back of the bed, I looked down to see that – along with the cargo bed, itself – the truck was carrying a smaller trailer, behind it, which had a household A/C unit sitting atop it. The unit was running, as if it were fully functional, though it obviously wasn’t connected to anything. Watching the fan blades spinning around, beneath the wire grate, curiosity again took hold of me. For no real reason – other than simply wondering what would happen – I jumped off of the bed of the truck and aimed my feet at the A/C unit, smashing down through the grate and into the spinning blades of the fan, completely destroying the unit as sparks flew and the rotating fan blades broke apart on my skin as if I were made of steel. The central column continued to spin, broken blades flapping and sputtering against my body, but ultimately causing no pain. Sufficiently entertained, I pulled myself out of the broken unit and kept walking down the street.

The only other thing I remember about walking around was passing a lake where a small turtle was making its way onto the shore. Naturally, I became suspicious of whatever else might be living in that body of dream-water, and – right on cue – an alligator sprang out of the water, toward me. It startled me enough to make me scramble back from it, but I quickly remembered that none of this was real. I stepped back toward the gator and stuck out my hand, about to let it chomp down on my arm. The closer I got, though, and the more vicious it seemed – thrashing around and snapping its jaws at me – the more apprehensive I got. Opting out of testing the pain factor for a second time, I swung my hand to one side, picking up the gator with telekinesis and flinging it far out into the lake.

It wasn’t long after this, before the dream began unraveling. I found myself back in my bed, in much the same situation as before. M was there, once again, just as before. Getting momentarily caught up in the idea that I had awoken, I realized that the dream had been a long one, and that I was going to start losing my memories of what happened. I immediately grabbed a notepad; dropped back down on the bed, on my stomach, and began writing some notes about what I could remember, from the beginning of the dream. After writing a few words, I remembered that I generally don’t use a paper journal. Again, I realized that I was still dreaming, but I could definitely feel myself beginning to wake. I tried to use the last few moments of the dream to write a few more words on the notepad – trying to solidify as many of the previous events in my mind as I could, before waking. As I was doing this, I felt pressure on the bed, near my feet, and I could feel an ominous, very unwelcome pair of hands creeping their way across the bed and up my legs. Again, I knew that my subconscious was messing with me – looking for one, last scare. More annoyed than frightened, I kicked my feet and yelled at the creepy hands to “get the hell out of here!” and continued trying to jot down as many events from the dream as I could remember until the dream fully unraveled and I (actually) awoke in my bed.