"Giving the Devil His Due" - 02/04/2014 (Lucid)

“Giving the Devil his Due"
02/04/2014

Dream #2

(Lucid)

I was in some sort of lake, in the middle of what looked to be a rather large neighborhood of multi-level apartments or condos. There were two companions with me - one male, and one female - who were dressed in sort of 'warriors' garb', and we were swimming across the lake, from one bank to another, beneath the clear, blue water. (I had been watching Thor 2, last night, and they seemed to be dressed in something Asgardians would wear.)

A low rumble cut through our swim, thundering from beneath us. Rock and silt began jetting up from the lake floor. At the bottom - which was maybe 20 ft deep or so - the ground began to give way, as if a massive sinkhole were opening up beneath the lake bed. Before long, I could tell that everything was actually getting sucked into this growing hole, like water flowing down a drain. We all began swimming as fast as we could toward the shore. Once close enough, we used our hands and feet to grip the lake floor and propel ourselves forward, faster than we were able to tread water. This did very little to help, though, as the ground, itself, began falling away like brittle pieces of dead tree bark. With still another 40 yards or so to go, before reaching the shore, I knew that we weren't going to make it.

I looked back and saw my companions trailing behind me, becoming lost in the silt and sucked down under the earth. I was sure that I would soon follow, but quickly came to the frantic realization that this had to be a dream. Mustering all of the willpower I could, I thrust myself upward, flying out of the water just before the swelling chasm swallowed me up as well. Now hovering over the still-draining lake, I could see that there was a strange, lava-like material that was oozing up out of the widening hole that used to be a lake. It sputtered and writhed about, like the waves of a stormy ocean, beneath me, spanning maybe 1/4 mile in diameter. I felt completely uncomfortable, hovering over this mystery muck, and I began flying toward the shore and tall apartment buildings that surrounded me on 3 of 4 sides. However, my flight was sloppy and sluggish, and I began wondering if I was going to sink down into whatever the hell this stuff was.

No sooner did I wonder about it than I began to see thick, snake-like appendages slithering out through the torrent. I didn't know what the hell it was, but I knew that there was something very large, and very much Alive, swimming about in this stuff that had come up through this hole that had swallowed the entire lake. The sky, I noticed, had turned a deep, fiery orange, as if the day had gone from noon to the most intense sunset in a matter of seconds. Even with my sudden rush of lucidity, the scale of this entire phenomenon was far too intimidating for me, and I scrambled through the air, trying desperately to reach the rooftops of one of the apartment buildings, if only so I could collect my thoughts enough to gain some control over this dream.

Finally, with the sounds of the earth still rumbling behind me, I hovered away from danger and pulled myself up onto the roof in front of me. When I turned around, I saw my two companions on another roof, nearby. They had turned to stone. Then, I caught sight of a gigantic figure slowly rising up from the center of the disturbance. It grew taller and taller - and I more wide-eyed - until the creature towered high over my head, lifting its humanoid torso from its tucked-over position and standing up straight. From as high upon the rooftop as I was, I couldn't even see the beast's feet; all I saw, instead, was the muscular upper-body of the biggest damn monster I could have imagined! Its back faced me, at an angle, but when it turned slowly to one side, and I could see the gigantic horns perched upon its head, I instantly knew that I was looking at the Devil, himself.

Still in awe, but gathering my wits about me, I pulled my eyes away from the demon long enough to stare at my hands, trying to stabilize and ground myself into the dream. I wanted to see where this story was going, and I damn sure didn't want to wake up prematurely. My hands looked wavy and deformed but, after a little concentration, I was able to pull them into focus, making sure to repeat "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming," in order to keep myself from slipping out of lucidity as well.

Lucifer, lumbering tall above the center of the residential area, surveyed his surroundings, paying no attention to me, but seemingly focusing on the many buildings around him. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but I knew that he was 'up to something'. Thinking it better to stay out of sight, for the moment, I stepped over the edge of the roof and levitated down toward a window, a few feet below me. Looking inside, I saw that a T.V. was on, and I could see the figure of someone watching it, nearby. The T.V. was tuned to the news, and even though I couldn't see the screen, I could hear that there was a female reporter talking about how the apocalypse had just been proven a reality, as Lucifer had revealed himself to the Earth and was turning the populace into vile and hideous demons, by the hundreds. Just as she said this, the person inside had a visitor enter their apartment/condo, and it wasn't until they greeted each other that I could tell they were both deformed creatures, instead of human beings.

Suddenly, they noticed me noticing them. One of them hurriedly rushed toward a wall near the T.V., and lifted up a panel. I instinctively thought it was going for a weapon of some sort, and flew in through the window, immediately dropping my hands out of my field of view and imagining that I was holding a shotgun. The demon whirled around to face me as if taking aim, and I slung my arms back up, squeezing a trigger that wasn’t there and visualizing the shot. Boom. The demon flew back against the wall and slumped to the ground. With the gun now fully-materializing in my hands, I turned to face the other demon and did the same, blasting it away from me. That was when I noticed a third, smaller demon trying to escape the tiny living room. I reached out and grabbed it in both hands, holding it still and taking a good look. An ugly little bastard, who reminded me of a smaller version of the 'Mundus Spawn' in the game Devil May Cry (a boss battle that I spent a long time fighting, while playing DMC, this past Sunday).

Remembering the Dream Views Lucid Task of  the Month of February (which was to ask a dream character who your true love was), I said to the captive Demon “Tell me who my true love is!” With an agitated response, that sounded as if he was just throwing anything out, so that I would let him go, the squirming demon blurted out “The Young One!” I realized that I wasn’t really focusing on the question, when I asked him, and I took this to be some generic answer, which was probably talking about my daughter. I shook the demon, threatening and said something like “not good enough! Who is my true love??” I really focused on the question to mean love in a romantic sense. The demon said something like “[A friend’s name] will be the one who brings her to you!” Though still cryptic, I was satisfied with interpreting this to imply that this ‘True Love’ would be someone I haven’t met, yet, but would meet through this certain friend he named.”

Having gotten what I wanted, I let the demon go, and he scampered away. Still in the apartment, I decided that I should go back up to the roof and see what the giant Devil was doing. However, I wanted to prolong the dream for as long as possible, so I took another look at my hands. Again, they were morphing to and from normal hands, almost as if I were trying to keep from turning into a demon, myself. Once I brought them back into focus, I flew upward and through the ceiling, all the way to the roof. Lucifer, though, was nowhere to be seen.

Then, I felt two giant hands wrap around me from below, and I was suddenly being pulled down through the ceiling and the floors below me. Lucifer had gotten hold of me, and I ‘knew’ that he was about to try and drag me down to Hell. By this time, I had gained all confidence in my lucidity and, for a split-second, I actually thought it might be a fun twist for this dream. I remember yelling something along the lines of “Fine, let’s go on down to Hell!” But then, I realized how hard it might be to remember all of this, once I woke up, and I resisted. I slowed to a stop, coming back to rest in the same apartment in which I’d killed the demons, before.

Determined to get the last laugh, I reached down below me and grabbed for Lucifer’s head, willing for him to no longer be his giant self -which also stripped him of his horns - and pulling him up out of the floor. My final words to him were “actually, let’s not!” and I shoved his head into the T.V., which exploded into a shower of fire and sparks. Surprisingly, he let out an agonizing scream as he was electrocuted, and I immediately woke myself up.

"Balrog Blitz" - 01/30/2014 (Lucid)

“Balrog Blitz”
01/30/2014
Dream #3
(Lucid)

As the dream started, I was hanging out with my mother and daughter, around an unfamiliar house. On the television was a Batman movie, where he was trying to save an area that looked like Times Square from a bomb that was hanging from a crane. The villain seemed to be kind of a mix between Bane from The Dark Knight Rises, and the War-Zone version of thePunisher. The crane was holding up a large shipping crate, and the two adversaries were fighting atop it at night. At some point, during the fight, my perspective sucked me into the movie, and I was right there with them, trying to remove the bomb from the crate while Batman battled the enemy, hand-to-hand. With the crate swinging back and forth, I scrambled around on my stomach, trying to remove the bomb while not falling to my own death.

Just when the bomb was finally within inches of my fingertips, it blew up in my face, and the scene immediately changed.

I was still on the shipping crate, and it was falling from the height of the crane, but it was now the middle of a clear day and, instead of the populated city square, I was now on a beach. In mid-fall from the 100+ ft. crane, I realized that I had to be dreaming and 'pulled up', willing myself into flight. I sunk a few more feet, through the air, and then came to hover over the beach sand while the crate fell to the shoreline below.

Slowly flying upward, I immediately remembered what I wanted to with my lucidity (having tried and failed to do the Lucid Taskof January, in the dream before this one). I knew I needed to find a Balrog of Moria to do battle with but wondered what would be the best way to summon one, in this awkward setting of a crowded beach on a perfect day. Looking out over the ocean, I saw a large plume of black smoke on the horizon. Instantly, I came to the conclusion that I would find a Balrog attacking an oil-drilling platform out there, and I began to fly toward the sea. My excitement was getting the better of me, though, and my flying was really sluggish and sloppy. It would have taken me ages to go that distance, at the rate I was going. Instead, I turned my attention back toward the shore and, pretty much involuntarily, caused a Balrog to appear. Within seconds, it was wreaking havoc on the beach-goers - throwing flaming projectiles at cars, vendors' huts and beach-side restaurants. People were running, screaming and dying, in all directions.

Quickly, I flew down to the feet of the monster - which towered a good 20 ft. above me - and began drawing its attention, evading its attacks and fighting back with telekinetic 'pushes' of my own. During our skirmish, I noticed something coming up out of the ocean, nearby. I knew, instinctively, that it was the Balrog that had attacked the off-shore rig. It was less fire-based - but still threw flames - and it was an absolute Colossus; easily 100 ft or more, compared to the other one, which stood at about 20 or so. Switching my attention from the first Balrog to the second, I flew directly up toward its head, cocked back an arm and unleashed a flying power-punch directly to the beast's face. Its head turned slightly to one side, but then it just glared back at me, ultimately unfazed. Flying higher, I moved just out of the taller one's reach. Hearing another explosion, behind me, I turned to see a third Balrog - just slightly bigger than the first - coming through its own fire, having just obliterated another handful of people who were trying to run away from the chaos.

The last thing I remember vividly, before waking, was hovering somewhat in the middle of this triangle of beasts, trying to think of the best plan of attack.I also know that there was a point where I slung a telekinetic wave of water up and around the biggest Balrog, to try and snuff out some of its flaming attacks, but the details of the rest of the fight are lost.

"A Date with Death" - 01/20/2014

"A Date with Death"
01-20-2014

(In this dream, I was dating a friend of mine, J, from waking life. Unfortunately, it turned out to be one of the worst dreams I've ever had...)

The beginning of the dream started off wonderfully. We were lounging around the house, getting some cuddle-time in, talking about nothing and simply enjoying being close to each other. It couldn't have been more pleasant. Sometime in the early evening, we decided to go out to a restaurant, and I told her I knew of a good steakhouse downtown. We took a good drive out to the city (what city, I don't know), over and through some winding highways, and stopped at a large shopping area with plenty of cafes and restaurants. 

I was searching for a 'Ryan's Steakhouse', which is a place I used to love, as a kid, but it was extremely hard to find. We walked in, and through, many different places, as they were all connected, but couldn't find the place I was looking for. Finally, after exiting one building, I looked back and saw a sign which told us that the place we'd just exited was actually the steakhouse I was looking for. When we were about to walk back in, J told me that she had to use the restroom, which was right outside, in a separate building. (The way the places were connected reminded me of most, major theme parks, with their many, intertwined shops and stand-alone bathrooms).

While she went to the ladies' room, I made my way over to the men's room. Just before entering, I happened to catch sight of two men having a heated argument. I wasn't paying much attention until I saw that one of them, who was obviously the aggressor, was brandishing a very large pistol. The moment I noticed his gun, he noticed me...noticing his gun. The look he gave me told me that he wasn't pleased by my presence, and all of his attention suddenly shifted to me. I tried not to make eye contact, but it was too late. He quickly swung the barrel of his gun in my direction and said "Hey! Come here!" I thought to myself: 'There is No way in Hell I'm going over there', averted my eyes and briskly walked around the corner, into the bathroom. 

The last thing I saw, out of the corner of my eye, was him walking after me, very quickly, with his gun still raised.

Just around the corner from him, my mind quickly raced with the dangerous situation I was now in; I was walking into a completely enclosed area, with an armed man following me. If he had the intention to shoot me, I would, literally, be trapped prey. That was unacceptable. I had to do something. Knowing that he would be rounding the corner at any moment, I flatted myself against the wall, just at the entrance, and waited. I was not about to give this guy the chance to toy with me. The moment he would come in sight, I was going to lunge at his gun-wielding arm and do my best to disarm him, before he could get off a shot. ...It did not go according to plan.

I didn't even have a chance to lunge at him. He quickly stepped around the corner, leading with the pistol, but just far enough away from the wall to be slightly out of my reach. The moment I saw him, and just as I was making my desperate reach for his wrist, he fired a single shot. The sound was deafening, and I felt the impact as a hard 'thunk' against my forehead, which snapped my head backward on my neck and threw me to the floor. For a moment, all I could see was the ceiling.

I was still 'conscious' (as much as one could be, in a non-lucid dream), but I quickly found out that I had lost all feeling in my lower body. I could do nothing but lay there, in a terrified haze, wondering about the extent of my injury. I knew I wasn't dead - yet - and I wondered if the bullet had just grazed me. My arms could move just a little, but they were numb and weighted, taking all my strength just to barely move them. I think I remember calling out for help, but I'm not sure. Seconds later, J came into my view. Immediately, she began screaming and crying out for help.  She reached down to me and hurriedly started dragging me out of the bathroom hallway by one arm, into more public view. 

Now outside, in the open, she began to frantically wail for help. (My friend has anxiety issues, and it had completely consumed her, in this dream.) I was able to turn my head, just a little, and saw that the few people walking around us weren't really paying much attention. She dropped down beside me and put an arm around the back of my head, cradling it. I could hear her sobbing, saying something like "Your..your brain..your brain his coming out!" This put me into a panic, but I was so 'numb', that I couldn't really even freak out about it. I pleaded to her to call 911, but she was the one who was freaking out; so much so, that she couldn't even compose herself enough to register the thought of calling the paramedics. She just held me to her, screaming for help.

I begged, over and over, in a weak, sedated voice: "Call them! Please!" I even mustered all the strength I could to put a limp, unfeeling hand into my pocket to pull out my cellphone. When I tried to push it over to her, it was like she didn't even notice it. She just kept holding me and looking around, screaming for someone to help us. From the way she was holding me, I could tell that the exit wound in my head was massive, and I was quickly becoming a gruesome mess, right there on the pavement. Finally, still fighting against a full-body numbness, I lifted my cellphone onto my stomach and fumbled around with the screen, trying to unlock it. Unable to do so, I decided to use the Emergency Call feature and was able to bring up the dial pad. Unfortunately, all I could see was a jumble of letters, numbers and illegible symbols. Surely, I figured, the bullet had scrambled my brain, and I was no longer able to read. I knew that I would be dead soon. (That would have been a wonderful clue that I was dreaming, if, you know, I wasn't too preoccupied with the thought that I was dying.)

Dropping the phone, I again pleaded with J to go find help; to call 911; to do something! As I was talking, I could see that a bloody piece of my jawbone had broken off and rolled down my chest and onto the ground. The large caliber bullet had, apparently, shattered my entire skull. I wondered what was holding it together at all. After some more breathless pleading, I was able to get her to leave me long enough to find help, and I could see her, through the window of the steakhouse, rushing around with her hands in the air, trying like hell to get anyone to help her. Most people just kind of waived her off and went back to their meals. 

Eventually, she ran back to me with a couple of slightly-interested staff members walking, nonchalantly, behind her. She took up her previous position, pulling my head up to her and cradling it, and sobbing over me. The staff members just looked down at me like: "Hmm. Well. That sucks. Maybe we should do something?" I asked J if she was able to call EMS, while she was inside. She said she didn't, and went on to say something about how she was freaking out and wouldn't even know what to say to them.

Frustrated and weak, I was losing all hope and could feel my consciousness slipping away from me. Suddenly, I felt a distinct lightness in my head, and heard sort of a *sploosh* sound, beneath me. J immediately squirmed and I could hear her begin to panic even more. She screamed: "It...it fell out! It just fell out!" By this, I instinctively knew that my brain - or what was left of it - had just fallen out of my head and onto the ground, remaining connected merely by the strands of my nervous system. 

Despair completely set in. I knew I was about to die. I thought about my family, and how much I just wanted to see them one more time, even if only so that I knew that they were aware of what happened. Once more, in vain, I tried to beg J to call 911, but I could no longer speak. I could only gurgle as my mouth and throat quickly began filling up with blood. On top of it all, I was going to drown on my own fluids. Any bit of fight in me that remained finally faded away, and I resigned to my inevitable death.

(I suddenly woke up, sleeping on the couch. Immediately, and in utter disbelief, I reached up and touched the back of my head, relieved to feel that it was still in one piece. 

What a freaking TRIP. I couldn't sleep well, after that, and spent the rest of the early morning tossing and turning. I figure the likely inspirations for the dream to be: Switching between watching X-2 and Transformers 3, as I was falling asleep. One of the last X-2 scenes I saw was Wolverine getting shot in the head, and I think the relationship between Sam and his girl, in T3, put emphasis on the date/emotional aspect of the dream. Also, a selfie pic by J was one of the last things I'd seen on Facebook, before bed, so I'm pretty sure that's why it dragged her into the mix. Not a good way to start my Monday morning, though...)

"Burning Bridges" - 11/25/2013 (Lucid + Chain)

"Burning Bridges"
11/25/2013

(Lucid + Chain)

Part 1:

At the end of a walkway, leading from my house, was a small courtyard and a brick tunnel. Atop the tunnel’s entrance was a platform, and atop that platform lived a very large dragon.

The dragon, it turns out, was Smaug, from the tale of The Hobbit. (My daughter and I had just watched the trailer together, the day before this dream). Whenever someone would try to get through the tunnel, he would stop them – not for any real reason. Simply because he could. At first, all anyone could really see was the shadowy outline of his face while he sat in the dark. He seemed to enjoy the seclusion and didn’t really make it a point to make himself seen if he didn’t have to. As far as I know, he just liked sitting up there and blocking people from using his pathway because it gave him something to do. He was always excessively douchey about it, and talked as if he was a god among insects. Needless to say, he wasn’t very well-liked in the neighborhood. I can’t remember why, but I ended up having to use the tunnel, one night, so I came up to it, peering into the darkness at the monster that I knew resided there.

Of course, Ol’ Smaug wasn’t having it. When I tried to reason with him as to why it would be alright to let me use the tunnel, he would exhale an intense stream of fire in my direction. Stepping off to one side of the flame – seeking refuge behind one of the nearby brick columns - I got a view of him from an angle, and it was then that I could see how enormous this dragon actually was. As much as it frustrated me that he was simply being belligerent, I had to be careful with what I said, because I knew he could have easily swallowed me whole, if he wanted to. This encounter happened at least twice, and he was just as big a jerk, the second time around.

The third time, however, was different. On my way to the tunnel (I still can’t remember my reason for trying to go through it), I began thinking through how my encounter with the intimidating dragon was going to go. It was in this moment of thinking through my situation that I realized how incredible this situation actually was; how absurd it was that I was about to encounter a dragon. I realized that this was only possible because I was dreaming. The light-switch in my head came on, and I quickly became lucid.

Any fear I might have had of the dragon completely vanished. Instead, I started calling him out as I walked down the pathway toward his perch. I had faced dragons in my lucid dreams before, and I was feeling enough in control that I was ready for a little face-off with this self-righteous beast. We had a short exchange of words (that I don’t really remember), and he was soon spreading his huge wings and taking flight, charging at me while bellowing flames in my direction. Unlike my last, lucid, dragon encounter (where I put up my hand and created a force-field to block its fire), I simply braced myself and leaned directly into his fire stream, allowing the fire to wash over me, defiantly and painlessly, solidifying my confidence in the knowledge that this was my dream and Smaug could not harm me. Boy, did that piss him off.

He repeatedly dove in toward me and I took flight as well; launching, dashing and strafing in all aerial directions, constantly dodging his advances and daring him to try to burn me –  just before, of course, simply allowing the fire to pass over me again. I was having a great time at his expense, and he was hating it. Each passing moment, though, made me all the more confident in my control. There was a pool in the yard, and I descended toward it, coming to levitate with my feet just a few inches over the water. For merely a moment, I had my doubts about whether or not I would be able to maintain elevation over the pool (which often happens while flying), but I was able to stay focused and square off with him again, hovering just over the water's surface.

We played a little bit more Cat and Mouse, but when he came to realize that he just wasn’t gaining any ground with me, he finally gave up the chase. Frustrated, Smaug actually thought it best to strike up something of a friendship with me. He gave me my respect for being a tougher challenge than he was anticipating, and we seemed to get along, somewhat, after that; there was still an air of animosity between us, though, even though we were civil to each other. At one point, there was a small party in the yard that we came to share, and Smaug used his fire-breath to BBQ a cow for us. We would spend some time flying around, and I found myself just kind of marveling at what an incredible creature he was. When he would fly in the distance, I could see how enormous his wingspan was. (He reminded me a lot of the big bull dragon from Reign of Fire. He was just that massive.) Things seemed to be going fairly well, though, for a while. Smaug seemed to loosen up a bit, and there was actually one time when I caught him singing to himself. Haha. He became more open to interacting with other people, as well. It was around here that I began losing lucidity, and just fell into the story line.

All the niceties vanished, though, when a large group of people decided that they wanted to slay the dragon.

Unbeknownst to me, a band of townsfolk (it's hard to tell if they were modern or medieval. The dream seemed to have interchanging elements of both time periods) had approached the tunnel and caught Smaug completely unaware. They used some kind of catapults or 'launchers' to hurl spears at the dragon, severely injuring him, but not killing him. (I believe I watched this part, disembodied, because I wasn't actually 'there' when it happened.) When I finally showed up, after learning about what happened, I went looking for Smaug. His attackers had already left the scene. There was a great tree that towered over the yard, and I had a feeling he might be up there. I flew up to the top of this gigantic tree (I was no longer lucid, that I can think of, but still kept my ability to fly), and I could see him there, nestled among the thick, twisting branches, with a large number of the spears still sticking out of various parts of his body. He was curled up as if he were trying to sleep off the pain.

At first, he acted as if I wasn't there, hovering next to him. I tried to speak with him - to tell him that I came to him as a friend and to see if he was alright. He ignored me, still. I tried again, telling him that I knew nothing of the attack, and that even though I was one of 'them' (human), he could trust me when I said that I had nothing to do with it. Obviously, completely unconvinced, he let out a deep, trembling growl at me which, without words, told me to leave him the hell alone. I was guilty by association, and he wanted nothing more to do with me.

"Fine," I said, a bit hurt that he would have thought of me in that way, and I flew off.

(I woke up for a moment and attempted to do a WBTB and have another lucid dream. I ended up dropping back into the same story, but with no lucidity, this time.)

"Burning Bridges"

Pt. 2

I was back in the same setting as the previous dream. Smaug was out of the area, and some of us humans were having another get-together in the yard. Even though I wasn't lucid, I still had my ability to fly (as if it was a normal thing. Lol) and some telekinesis, which I periodically used during the night. My mom and her boyfriend were there and, sooner or later, I got to talking to them about my interactions with Smaug and what had happened to our brief friendship. My mom (who hadn't been in the previous dream) was skeptical of the whole 'dragon' thing. She didn't believe that I knew - let-alone talked to - a dragon. Waving off her skepticism, I began thinking to myself about how I really wanted to patch up this misunderstand with Smaug.

I drew upon my telekinesis and attempted to use it sort of like Dragonrend, in Skyrim, to call Smaug back from wherever he was. I really didn't know whether or not he would actually show up, but what I really wasn't ready for was for him to come crashing down through the branches of the great tree, above us, and landing with an earth-quaking 'Boom', feet-first, off to one corner of the party. From the look on his face, I could tell that he was quite surprised, too.

My mother took one look at the dragon and immediately screamed. Both she and her boyfriend bolted for the nearest exit from the yard, which was just passed Smaug; meaning that they had to cross his path in order to reach it. The dragon, still apparently startled by his having been summoned, suddenly shifted himself to face the frantic humans approaching him. As if by complete reflex, he lifted one, giant, hind leg and booted my mom across the entire front of her face and body, knocking her off to one side, unconscious. I ran over to her and held her up to me, trying to revive her.

Smaug - who had just been on self-defense mode - leaned over me, softening his expression and realizing what he'd done in error. After a short silence, he began to apologize. He said something like: "....I didn't mean to--" and I cut him off. I was furious, and assumed that his action stemmed from his hatred of 'us', and that he did what he did out of spite - not because he thought he was being attacked again. That table had turned, and I didn't want to speak to him at all. Figuring that I wasn't to be reasoned with, he was the one who took off, this time, and I don't remember anything after his flying away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up immediately after this.

"The Sixth Seal" - 11/18/2013 (Chain)

"The Sixth Seal"
11/18/2013

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

I was with a few friends, but T was the only one I could specifically remember. There was some supernatural disturbance, here on Earth, and the next thing we knew, the entire city we were in had been turned into a glass desert. By that, I mean that the ground had instantly turned into a reflective surface that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were only a few structures to be seen in the distance, which looked like mesas in the desert. The ground perfectly reflected the night sky, and the absence of light and landmarks was so intense that, when looking around, it was impossible to get bearing on where we were, or how far it would be to civilization. It was, quite literally, a 'glass desert'.

We wandered about for a while, trying to find out where we were, or if there was anything left, at all, of the world we knew before this apocalyptic event. After roaming about for probably over a mile, we came across a rise in the ground. At first, it looked like a sandbar rising up out of the sea. However, when we got closer, we could see that it was actually a city street, which had elevated up passed the glassy surface and continued on into a city. The first survivor we came across was a young, partially-nude girl who seemed to be sleeping in the dirt. She had a half-packed water-pipe beside her, that someone in my group asked if he could use. After spending a few minutes discussing the situation with her, we moved on.

Eventually, we ended up meeting the Winchester Brothers from the show Supernatural. They were already on the case, trying to find out what was going on in the city. It turns out that there had been some sort of super-volcano eruption, in which the lava that burst out of the ground, over the span of a city or more, had instantly solidified to glass. It was a signal of the release of Hell on Earth and the pending apocalypse.

Somewhere through the narrative, I actually turned into Sam Winchester and - as in the show - was struggling with turning into a Demon, myself. This did not sit well with Dean Winchester (Sam's brother), and our relationship rapidly deteriorated over the course of this dream. Dean was soon treating me like his enemy, instead of his brother. Even while we were working together, and trying to figure out what was going on with the apocalypse, he was treating me with so much hatred that I, as his brother, was heartbroken. He wouldn't listen to anything I said, and responded to my every word with sarcasm, disdain, and the unmistakable sentiment that - had he the chance - he would kill me where I stood. We were no longer brothers, in his eyes. I was a filthy demon, just like the others, and didn't deserve to be on this earth.

What followed was an event that was much like a false awakening. However, instead of feeling that I woke up as myself, in my own bed (and world), I woke up as Sam Winchester, feeling that I had dreamed the apocalyptic event as another person (my real self). I was talking to Dean about how I saw the whole event (the volcanic eruption and the glassing of the earth) as someone else (my real self), and about how that somehow provided us with more information about the event. Of course, Dean, still looking at me as a worthless demon, just nodded his head and said "uh-huh", sarcastically, not listening to a single thing I said. He just wanted me Dead. Period.

The scenario ended with me trying to find access to a computer, so that I could log my dream (as I normally do, upon waking), while still in the character of Sam Winchester. My transformation into a demon had progressed, and I was now starting to lose my human teeth. They were falling out of my mouth, every few minutes. I would be in the middle of talking, and would feel them come loose and start rolling around in my mouth (which is a terrible feeling). It was only one or two at a time, at first, but then they began dislodging so rapidly that I was just start spitting them out on the floor as I talked. My voice was also becoming more deep and 'demonic', the longer the dream carried on.

Dean finally showed me where a computer was, but told me that it was in a room where I would have to be locked away, since I - demon scum that I was - was no longer welcome to help he and our associates fight the apocalypse. I was 'one of them', and couldn't be trusted (a scenario that actually played out, on the show). As much as it hurt, I agreed to stay behind, so that I could type the dream in my journal before I forgot it, while Dean and our allies went on to reverse the damage that had been done, without me.

(I woke up and saw that it had only been about an hour and a half since I'd gone to bed. After falling back asleep, another dream followed, which wasn't related to this one. I woke up after that one, and had another hour to sleep. In doing so, I fell back into a continuation of the first dream, where things had obviously taken a turn for the worse...)

"The Sixth Seal"
Part 2:

I was on my back, on a table, and still as the demonized Sam Winchester. Dean was now standing over me, trying to drive an enchanted blade (like the one in the show) down through my heart. I was fighting him with all that I could, pleading for him to stop - trying to make him realize that I was still his brother, despite the demon blood that flowed through me. He was blind with rage, though. Wouldn't listen. And he was incredibly strong. The harder I fought, the closer the tip of the blade got to my chest. Demon or not, I could feel my control on the situation waning, and I knew that I would soon be dead. I was practically crying - begging for my life through tears of betrayal - knowing that I would soon be meeting my death at the hands of my own brother, who couldn't see passed his hatred for what I was enough to spare my life. It was one of the worst feelings, emotionally, that I've ever had in a dream.

(I woke up before the knife actually plunged into my chest.)

"Lost City of Frost" - 11/15/2013

"Lost City of Frost"
11/15/2013

I was a rough-neck female adventurer (like Lara Croft), and I was leading a team of explorers through some snow-covered mountains, trying to discover a lost, mythical city that had been rumored to exist in the area. One of the people in my crew looked so much like Ben Affleck that I think it might have been him 'playing a role', as if we were all characters in a movie.  There seemed to be some sort of animosity between myself and the Affleck-ish character, as if we had some kind of bitter history, but, at first, it didn't seem to get in the way of our work.

We came to a ridge, high on a mountain, looking down into a wide, snowy valley far below us. In the valley, we could see a few small, brown huts, but nothing that seemed to match the description of the sprawling, mystical city that we'd been expecting to find; that is, until one of the members of my crew activated some sort of device which beamed, like a laser, down into the valley. The snow began to waft away like smoke rising from a cauldron, and in its place, we uncovered numerous larger buildings which sort of 'faded into' view, as if it were a mirage in the desert. Two buildings turned into 4; 4 into 8; and so-on.

We had found our Lost City, and it was an amazing sight to see. The kicker, though, was that we knew that this city was rumored to be inhabited by large, serpent-like creatures that burrowed through the mountains as worms do through dirt. What we didn't know was just how enormous these things were supposed to be. We quickly got our answer. The mountains began to shake around us, while we stood an gazed out over the snow-scape; large section of rock and snow breaking off from the higher peaks and  tumbling down into the valley. It seemed like an earthquake...and a powerful one, at that. Just beyond the city, far into the distance, we could see a massive, cylindrical body slinking its way through the snow like the curved spine of some great sea-serpent. Massive, really, is an understatement. The beast's body had to be at least a half-mile wide,  and the portion of its length that we could see covered  well over a mile in distance. Even as far away as we were viewing it, the sight of it was absolutely overwhelming. It was like nothing any of us had ever seen, and it moved through the rocky, snow-covered valley as easily as a sewing-needle through fabric, causing the earth to continue to quake and landslides to continue to fall, as it moved about.

(There's a large section of this dream that I can only remember in fleeting moments: ) We'd made it down into the valley, and had to explore the city without making any noise on the ground (obvious Tremors influence). There were more of these 'worms', but the others were much smaller - about as thick as a bus, and maybe a quarter mile long, each - and they were the main threat, once we were within the city limits. We kept to the rooftops as much as we could, and I believe we were looking for some kind of artifact. Many of the men (I think my character was the only female in the group) died during the expedition, having made too much noise at ground-level and been eaten alive by the carnivorous worms. The Affleck character was one of the first, but I never saw him actually die. I do remember one death, specifically, where a guy fell through a fragile rooftop and into a building. We descended quietly on the outside of the building, knowing that the worms would react to his initial thudding on the floor, inside, and we tried to help pull him out of a nearby window. Halfway out, though, he let out a horrific scream, and we were only able to pull the top half of his body out, as the other half had been eaten by the warm that had broken up through the floor, inside.

Later, I had found whatever it was we were in search of, having barely survived the expedition, myself. It was then that I was confronted by a man who blocked my path of escape from this city. It was 'Affleck'. Apparently, he had faked his death and laid-low, so that we could continue to do all the legwork for him. Now that it was done, he had planned to double-cross me and steal the artifact (or whatever it was) and claim it for himself. We got into a ferocious brawl which, of course, drew the attention of the worms; only the Big One came, this time. We quickly stopped our fighting and began running for our lives. The entire city, and the mountains around us, began crumbling in the wake of the alpha worm as it gave chance. The last thing I remember was trying to scramble up the mountain from which we'd come into the valley, fighting off gigantic rock slides from above, and the absymal jaws of the worm tearing up the mountain face below us.