Rainy Night Massacre

Date of dream: Thursday, October 03, 2013

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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When the dream started I was in "my house."  Felt feverish, my body wracked with pain.  I called someone and was telling them that I wanted painkillers or just anything to help me not feel like death, and then she showed up.  It was Maura Tierney the actress, who is a good bit older than me but beautiful in my opinion.  In the dream we'd known each other a while and it seemed like she worked at a hospital because she started writinng some kind of application for me to make things easier when I see a doctor.  It seemed like we had a tenuous relationship, like there had always been some unspoken sexual tension there, and I was tempted to say something about it but didn't.  A few "friends" started showing up, some I know and some I don't.  Maura left and one of the friends handed me a bottle of vodka or something which I gladly hit hoping to reduce the physical pain, and handed it off.  They'd been invited to a friend's house, someone I didn't know, and were eager to head off.  I was invited out of what seemed like social obligation, bored, and left with them.

CUT (DAY): We were outside the friend's house and the crew was now about 7 strong.  It was your typical horror-movie assembly of beautiful assholes.  It was a plain, faded white, average-size two-floor house among many others.  No one was answering the front door so we went around back and tried there, but still no answer.  The lead guy was checking his cell phone and looking in windows.  He said, "I know this is the house, I swear.  This is it.  I don't know where he is, but he said he'd be here."  He quickly got impatient and kicked the back door in.  My view cut like a camera to the inside where I saw the door come off its hinges and then very slowly fall flat, kicking up a huge cloud of dust and revealing our concerned-looking group peering inside carefully, then it cut back to my view again.

It looked like no one had been in there in years.  It was a fully stocked house with all the basics, there were even two cats running around, and yet it had been unoccupied by humans for a long time.  As soon as we walked in I got this foreboding feeling, like I could sense the presence of evil.  Something was very wrong with this house.

(NIGHT) Everyone started partying, busting out the weed, the booze, smoking cigarettes, and I felt very excluded.  No one shared anything and I was largely ignored.  We sat down to watch a horror movie after a while.  We all sat on the floor and I was leaned up against the wall.  One of the pretty girls with us sat next to me with a smile and layed her head on my shoulder.  By about an hour in she was much more cuddled close and I was getting a strong vibe so I kissed her on the neck and pulled her in tighter, and she immediately pulled back and said, "I don't want my friends to think something's going on when it's not."  I stood up completely and said loudly, "No problem, absolutely nothing is going on here, now is it?  It's all a joke."  Immediately I thought, "I just messed up any chance I had with her.  No chance now."  I thought about it for a moment and realized that there was nothing to mess up, she was a dumb bitch more concerned with what people think of her than about a guy trying to be romantic and treat her right, so fuck her.  I spent the next several hours following the crowd room to room.  They'd start a movie and after a few minutes I'd realize I was by myself again.  A rainstorm was building up outside, howling wind and pattering against windows.  Eventually I gave up and started wandering the creepy, dark house, occasionally seeing one person who would actively avoid me.

I think at this point I probably woke up very briefly, because the dream got fuzzy and then when it became clear I was much more lucid.  I walked into the room they were in and they all just gave me this look, like, "You again?"  It was the final straw.  I said aloud, calmly, "You know what? Fuck this."  I pulled out a heavy caliber revolver and the girl's eyes went wide before I shot her in the forehead, blood and brain matter splattering the wall.  Before the rest could really react fully I'd put a bullet in each of them.  I thought, "How convenient, six people, six bullets."  The other shots weren't as accurate so there were a couple people writhing around in pain.  I reloaded and finished them off and walked out the kicked-down door into the rainstorm.

Once I got outside all hell broke loose, literally.  It was as if it was destined, like the house was some kind of black-magic ritualistic catalyst to release Satan and I'd been the dupe who had been driven crazy by it.  I had a funny thought when the ground opened up beyond me and a 1000 foot tall demon made of lava rose up with a roar.  "Shoulda stuck with Maura Tierney."  Then I woke up.

Additional Comments:

Man.  Pretty intense, right?

I've been feeling like a paraiah lately.  But it's more of a subtle thing.  I see it in peoples' eyes and it doesn't need to be spoken.  I'm broke, can't find work because I have no car.  I catch interest from women and as soon as they find that out contact suddenly breaks off.  I want it to not be that important because I can't do much about it right now, and people get that so they're not forthcoming with things, but that doesn't mean I'm not picking it up in a tangible way.  People see me as a burden and I'm starting to feel like I'm homeless again, even though I'm not.

It was raining when I woke up.  And just nasty outside.  Grey.  Cold.  Ugly.  It's the kind of morning where I wake up depressed, knowing winter is coming and my prospects are dimming.

As fucked up as this dream was, it was likely a good bit of catharsis.

  • Themes
  • Aggression
  • Drug Use
  • Health
  • Mortality
  • Nightmare
  • Spiritual
  • Romance
  • Violence
  • Settings
  • Darkness
  • Indoors
  • Outdoors
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Friend
  • Celebrity
  • Animals
  • Familiar
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Abandoned
  • Anger
  • Emotionless
  • Lonely
  • Numb
  • Rage
  • Relaxed
  • Activities
  • Physical
  • Visual
  • Keywords
    girl
    gun
    revolver
    demon
    satan
    murder
    death
    sickness
    pain
    cat
    house
    door
    friends
    celebrity
    lava
    alcohol
    party
    movie
    rain
    storm
    wind

    Assassin's Creed

    Date of dream: Thursday, September 19, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    DAY: The dream started with the inherent knowledge that I was an assassin in a group that was on the run from the rival assassins called Templars.  There was about 5 of us running through an busy open market, hopping fruit stands and blowing past confused crowds.  We needed to get to a machine called the Animus, which would take me back in time to relive a past life through my DNA in order to find an important piece of pre-civilization technology called the Apple of Eden, which both groups were after.  A previous me had once held it, and I needed to enter his memories to find out where it was now.

    We made it to our safe house in a downtown area and the bed-like machine was there, humming loudly.  I knew once I entered time would slow down for me, so even if we only had a couple minutes before the Templars showed up, it might be enough.  Just as I laid down on it I heard the front door crash in.  The assassins told me to go, they would try to hold them off, and I was asleep a couple seconds later as they all faded out to white.

    I woke up as a past me who apparently led a somewhat normal life.  My wife was there doing wifey stuff when I heard the door crash in.  I told her to be extremely quiet and we listened as whoever it was rummaged through the living room, looking for the glowing orb of the Apple of Eden, which I now held in my hand.  It was quiet for a moment and I heard a ticking sound.  I wasn't fully dressed and I didn't even have time to warn my wife, but I jumped through the unopened 2nd-floor window and the apartment erupted with an explosion.  It took out half the building, bodies were dangling out of windows, people were on fire, shit was crazy.  A female Templar rushed me as soon as I hit the ground and we tussled until I pulled out a knife and stabbed her in the stomach and smashed her on the head with the Apple a couple times for good measure.  The rest of the Templars gave chase and I headed down back alleys in an attempt to lose them until a group of Assassins called me to a door to get away, and then I woke up from the Animus.

    I didn't get to see what happened once I exited the Animus.  Damn roommate woke me up.

    Additional Comments:

    I have clearly been playing this game too much.

  • Themes
  • Action
  • Aggression
  • Dramatic
  • Mortality
  • Violence
  • Settings
  • Home
  • Indoors
  • Light
  • Outdoors
  • Characters
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Anxiety
  • Fear/ Dread
  • Activities
  • Physical
  • Movement
  • Fighting
  • Problem Solving
  • Searching
  • Keywords
    animus
    apple
    eden
    assassin
    fight
    explosion

    Parachuting, College Confrontation, The White Stripes

    Date of dream: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    I was standing on the wing of a bi-plane probably at about 2000 feet.  I jumped off and immediately pulled my chute.  I was one of several people doing the same, and below me was a huge crowd of people.  It seemed like the opening day of a college, a lot of 18 - 22 year olds.  It was a promotional gathering on either side of a river with concrete embankments and the other parachuters, as they landed, were handing out free samples of shampoos and conditioners on behalf of some corporation.  I looked at the bottle in my hand and it said, "Shampoo for Hair + Feet."  I didn't thank anyone would want it but after sustaining just a few feet above the ground by see-sawing, I finally landed, cut the parachute and handed the bottle to an eager older woman.

    I walked amongst the throngs of people outside and into a dining hall with tables unbelievably long.  I was standing in a line with a plate waiting for food.  There was a stunning black chick in front of me, she had that girl-next-door kind of beauty and was cool.  Down to earth.  I got her number and after we got our food I sat next to her at one of the long tables.  A big, stocky asshole walked up behind me and in a deep, bellowing voice accused me of having wronged his sister Alana.  The girl gave me a look of disappointment.  I had no idea what he was talking about and I've never known anyone named Alana but the damage was done.  The girl stood up and said, "I guess you're just like the rest.  Do me a favor and don't call me."  Walked away.  I stood up and stared at the oafy jackass.  He crossed his arms and barked, "Whatchu gonna do about it, little man?"  I put my hands on the table and said, "I advise you to walk away right now while your legs still work."  The calmness of the statement freaked him out and he walked away.

    My mother showed up and I tried to tell her what happened but it was becoming too loud.  We walked around the corner from the dining hall to a pretty little grove.  There was a small overgrown gazebo with hand-crafted wooden furniture.  As we approached I could hear music and when we got inside the gazebo I realized it was Ball And A Biscuit by The White Stripes.  I could see Jack White standing on a small kidney-shaped concrete spot with just a guitar and a small amp.  It was still too loud to have a conversation.  Then I woke up.

    Additional Comments:

    This was in the last half hour of my sleeping.  I woke up briefly at about 1:50, went back to sleep, woke up briefly again at 2:05 halfway through the dream and wanted to continue it, so I went back to sleep and finished the dream.

  • Themes
  • Aggression
  • Dramatic
  • Failure
  • Friendly
  • Music
  • Romance
  • Settings
  • Automobile
  • Indoors
  • Outdoors
  • School
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Mother
  • Familiar
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Anger
  • Relaxed
  • Activities
  • Auditory
  • Thinking
  • Flying
  • Keywords
    grove
    college
    music
    falling
    parachute
    beautiful
    woman
    confrontation
    musician
    shampoo
    gazebo
    Mother
    airplane
    dining hall
    tables
    flying
    bottle