Date of dream: Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I was hanging out with my dad planning for a camping trip. In the dream he owned a camper which we were going to take, but when we got in and I hopped into the passenger seat the window was black. He started the engine and we blasted off through what looked like a wormhole and then we were suddenly driving the camper through space. There was no gravity and I could feel my body trying to lift from the seat, the seatbelt holding me down. It was beautiful and trippy as hell, and a great deal terrifying. The vast emptiness was offputting and I said, "Oh my god, could you imagine floating through space totally alone? You'd be doomed." Dad said nothing. I got out of my seat and floated to the back of the camper where a bed was and laid there taking in the view of space between the two front seats. Space faded out and Dad said, "We're here."
We got out and were at a camping spot, daytime. It wasn't out in the woods or anything typical, it was just kind of in a very plain area with little foliage, but there certainly was no one around besides the five or six people already camping there. My memory is blurry here, but I know nothing important happened, just hanging out with the people there. Then someone snuck into the camp while people were sleeping. He attacked me and we got into a scuffle, punching, choking, rolling, kicking up dust until I dazed him and grabbed a nearby rock, using it to smash his face in. Everyone came out of their tents and I explained what happened, and we all decided it was best if we get out of there as soon as possible.
I got back into Dad's camper and off we went through space again. When we arrived at our destination we were parked on the side of a road in a suburb at night. Immediately someone tried to kill me again! I ran down someone's driveway to get away but he tackled me and we had an epic, bloody battle. Once again I had him dazed and was on top of him on the ground and pulled a fork out of somewhere, slamming it into his throat. Obviously a fork isn't a very efficient cutting device so it took continuous pressure to get it all the way through until I felt the prongs hit the pavement. He gurgled and struggled, grasping at the fork but unable to dislodge it with all my body weight on top of it. His face started to turn blue and blood came from his mouth, and with his last breath he gurgle-coughed and blood splattered all over my face. I could hear police sirens and saw people on the nearby porch staring at me, and assumed they were the ones who called the police.
I took off running but only made it to their car when I saw a police cruiser pull up. I crouched behind their car, and the cop was pulling forward and backward shining a light down the driveway as if he thought he'd seen something. He got out and walked around the car I was behind, so I kept on the opposite side. He'd go right and I'd go left, he'd go left and I'd go right. I heard him request backup and then he left. The people from the porch came over and I thought, "Oh shit, they're going to give me up." I guess they'd seen the whole thing happen and not just the murder so they knew it was self-defense, and when the several cops showed up they all stood around me, blocking me from the view of the police until they left.
Back in the caravan, but it faded out and I was engulfed in darkness. I was in the long bottom wing of a four-wing, abstract building in the shape of a celtic cross. It existed, but I knew it existed only in my mind. The other three wings though appearing physically were actually made of mathematical equations. One was a complex simplification of radicals equation, another was a complicated, long exponents equation, and some other problem on the third wing.77412))10
Additional Comments:
Been brushing up on my math skills lately. I had been wondering when math would make an appearance in my dreams.
Date of dream: Friday, October 28, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a nice two-floor house in the woods. It was a pretty area, just dirt roads around. There were zombies roaming the woods so I was holed up in the house with my mom and sister. I knew of friends I had down the road and wondered how they were doing, so I decided to take a trek during the day. I wound up getting trapped by zombies, and at the last moment my friend Tyler showed up all anarchist-steampunk on a dirtbike and I jumped onto the back. As we sped off, a zombie minotaur thing burst from the hedges on the side and began chasing us. It was huge, and the earth shook with each step. It was able to keep up with a bit of effort and it used its horns to gnudge the back of the bike repeatedlyto try to spin us out, and Tyler correcting the angle of the bike was causing the speed to drop. I was reaching back and punching, slapping and chopping at the minotaur's face which was completely unphased by my attacks until the tip of my finger got caught in his teeth and he bit down. Where the dirt road crossed train tracks we flipped over the track, and I had an out of body experience, as if I hung in the air just short of where we flipped and could see myself laying on the tracks.
Michael rode up on another dirtbike, passed the minotaur, then spun around and whipped out something like a MAC-10 or Uzi and blasted the minotaur in the back. I went back to my body. We were picking ourselves up when Michael came over and told me he was going to have to cut my finger off before the infection spreads. He wrapped my finger in a plastic bag and then cut it off at the top, which hurt but in a distant way, like the finger was already numb. I hopped on Tyler's bike and asked him to take me back to my house, with Michael escorting. Another zombie minotaur gave chase but was distracted by a car we passed by on the dirt roads.
Back at the house; night time. I looked out the window and could see a mob of zombies walking towards the house, somewhat spread out. Mom and sister were asleep, but I felt paralyzed, like I couldn't afford to move to wake them up and then be seen because we didn't really have any weapons. And if they wrecked the windows and doors downstairs it would be difficult to barricade. So I peered through a gap in the blinds. They walked around the sides of the house, rather quietly. I crawled into my sister's room and looked out her window out the back of the house. The zombies seemed to all be going somewhere in particular, and I was worried about Tyler and Michael, who had been in the direction they were heading. Bella the dog was in my sister's bed, and I noticed a shot that I remembered pouring for my sister sitting on the floor, picked it up and drank it. I heard an alarm going off in my mom's room and freaked out, ran in and turned it off. Looked out the window, and saw the last straggler, which seemed wounded and had a hard time keeping up with the mob, stop and slowly look back. I swear she looked right into my eyes. Her eyes were red, like I zoomed in on them, and her face full of rage. But she turned back around and continued limping ahead.
Additional Comments:
Been playing Killing Floor lately. Probably why.
Date of dream: Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was hiking cross-country with a group of people I don't know. The weather was beautiful and sunny and we hiked along twisty roads with steep upward embankments on either side with quirky houses at the tops of the nearby ridges. We all agreed that the town was cool, and I decided I would stay and see what I could accomplish. A tall, lanky guy opted to stay too, and we both found a place to camp. Skip to next day.
The following morning we packed up and started looking for work. We came upon a little warehouse and went inside. About 10 people were working, half of which I know IRL. Since I knew people I got us in easily. The boss came out and was giving someone shit for not working and they blew it off, and within an hour us all knowing each other led to us all slacking off, of course. We ended up watching a movie on TV in the back room, but at some point the movie was interrupted by an emergency announcement by a newscaster who was saying that in a nearby city a form of rabies had mutated and had become extremely fast-moving yet not causing death as it usually would, leading to an explosion of the infection. Health officials were having trouble keeping up and we were advised to avoid all wild dogs and in fact, be wary when outside generally.
Of course it wasn't long after this that I went out to the warehouse with everyone that we found two dogs and a puppy in there because the bay door had been left open earlier. At first I thought the worst, but the two full-grown dogs showed no symptoms. Their puppy, not fresh out of the womb but four months old maybe, was dragging it's left hind leg behind it and had blood on its face. Knowing I could handle an insane puppy if I had to I bent down to examine it and though finding blood on its face it had no open wounds and the leg had been broken, not bit. I thought, this pup was probably just hit by a human who didn't trust wild dogs on account of the newscast. We put the dogs in the back room.
Several of us went back to check on the dogs later and as soon as we opened the door they attacked a couple people. We got out and closed the door, and they began taking their rage out on the door making noise I've never heard a dog make in my life. Like possessed monsters. Within a few minutes faces started to change. I asked someone if they were feeling okay, and they said slowly, "I'm feeeeelllling... confuuuuuused." My friend Andy started becoming visibly angry, irritated for no reason. Within 10 minutes people were freaking out on each other, almost fist-fighting. Andy had it the worst. His eyes were bloodshot and his teeth ground audibly, fists clenched. I said, "Andy... come on, man, we've known each other for a while, we're good friends. You're scaring me. There's got to be something you can do to hold back your anger. You don't really want to hurt us, I know that." He grabbed a knife and started cutting his arm deeply, and it seemed to help, but not enough. Shortly thereafter all hell broke loose as people began foaming at the mouth and turning, walking into walls, screeching at nothing, and one of them opened the back room door and let loose the dogs. It was time to go.
Outside, it was night. I sprinted full-speed without hesitation about 10 blocks and ducked into someone's house through the back door. The lights were off inside and I made my way to the front living room. I heard a voice in the bedroom saying, "What was that? I think someone's in our house." I went out the front door, where a man was standing on top of a picnic bench surrounded by the three dogs from the warehouse and others. They could smell me, they'd followed me there, I knew. One I knew; Auggie the pitbull. She tried to push her way inside, I slammed the door, heard the house owners coming and went to the back of the house. When the owner opened the front door all the dogs blasted into the house, mauling him, and I went out the back figuring they'd be distracted long enough for me to get away.
Then I woke up.
Additional Comments:
Listening to Aphrodite's Child - The Four Horsemen as I write this. :)
