Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal

4/4/13

1. I sign up for a summer camp. I have a lot of fun there. At the first night, at the dining hall, some old-time members and counselors contemplate 'telling us...'

I have no idea what this means. Then they talk about a curse or something to do with a dragon. Everybody leaves on the last day. The next year, I decide to return because I had a lot of fun. Students begin to die this time. It becomes a huge drama in the camp. One night, I sneak into another hall. There were no cabins, just one building that we would only leave twice at the camp. Outside, there was a basement underneath the grass, and a couple more buildings were on the property. I go back inside, but see something in one of the rooms. A student is murdered. I become panicked and scared; I don't even have time to mourn them. A blonde girl instructs the killing, but an old man (a camp counselor) seems to oversee it. I hide as they begin to talk.

"We have to stop doing this," the camper says. There are about five people there.

"You understand why we are, you know," the man says in response. I cannot guess why they are killing the students. I suspect that they killed all the others too, unlike what they stated. I go to bed, but I cannot sleep. My terror produces sweat on my sheets, and I get up. I sit on the floor and think, but I cannot settle my thoughts. This was only the beginning. The days go by, and more campers disappear. I shudder at where they might keep the bodies. I tell one student, but on the night before the last day, everybody knew of the crazy killer cult rumor. I attempt to get sleep, but chaos ensues. I sneak out the back, but I soon have to escape a stalker. Many people are killed, and students run out of the building frantically. Many campers kill each other; they were also a part of it. I run to the wooden theater, and there are children lying on the ground. A man is light matches and throwing gasoline. I scream, but the children don't realize what's happening. They open their eyes and realize their attacker. The campers get up and run to the exit, but the far left portion has been enflamed along with some of the burning kids. The fire spreads by each still live body, causing only a few to escape to safety by the doorway I am standing at. The wind pierces my back; I am outside. There are acres of isolation, I think, how will we ever get out of here? I go to the gate where a girl is.

"Is that smoke I smell?" she says playfully. I ignore her.

"Do you remember last year? They are insane. Call 911!" I say.

"What? This is a nice camp, they aren't crazy..."

"They are part of this cult- You don't understand because you didn't go this year- Just listen. Your brother is dying. Follow me!" I say to her. Her face explodes with worry. I take her to the burning theater and call her brother's name. He does not respond, indicating his death. The property is chaotic; the fire is spreading and death is a harbinger to everybody. The blonde girl tries to stab the girl I am leading to her brother. My friend runs far, and I lose her. I have no choice but to run in the opposite direction to avoid the killers. I am out of breath and am in the forest. I can hear screams, and there is blood on some of the trees. An hour later, I come back to the camp. I step behind a building and see my friend's body. I am struck by an angry, tragic sadness. I run from the killer girl. I find the hatch that leads to the basement in the forest while running through the darkness. I descend the steps but hear her quickly behind me. I find a closet and enter it. I hide behind it. The basement suddenly turns into the garage of my house, but I do not become lucid. In the closet of my garage, there is a door leading outside to the sidewalk that I can escape from. I hear the girl coming. She flings open the door and frantically swings her knife around. I kick the sealed door open and run into the streets, free into the morning dawn with the scene of the camp long gone.

3/19/13

1. The dream takes place the night before. I feel terrible because of fatigue and another feeling I cannot explain. I am in a fight with my mom in the kitchen. I get a knife and threaten her. She presses her head against the sink counter and says that I wouldn't. She looks at me pleadingly. I stab her, and as I do, I the scene flashes into a cartoon. It quickly reverts. This has happened once before in 'News From Zombie Island', but I did not think anything of it. I drag her body downstairs and lay her on her carpet. I wake up, expecting to have killed my mom. It takes me a while to realize it was all a dream.

2. DCs are arguing on a property. I go inside and see many white hallways. They are flawlessly snow-colored, so much that I lose my orientation a few times. I become lucid, and stabilize the dream, and I see a DC with me. The character is in my peripheral vision, therefore I could not see his face.

10/?/12

1. I am in my backyard. A sadist killer has terrorized my school, murdering lots of people. I hear a gun shot and fear I am intended to be next. It is night. I run inside, realizing that I was shot. A fiery pain encompasses a portion of my abdomen. I feel blood on my hands, and I run upstairs to tell my dad, but he does nothing.

"Call 9-1-1!" I say as I fall to the floor. The colors in my vision simplify, and my senses numb.

He just stares at me ominously and repeats over and over, "Get ready for soccer practice. Get your fucking soccer clothes on, you little shit!" I look away from him, and my vision closes in as my thoughts slow. I bleed out on the kitchen floor.

10/6/12

1. I am lucid in a house. In the dream, I gain the belief that it was a house built by and for shared dreamers to meet in. I walk outside in the rain as my lucidity weakens. The dream becomes unstable. The setting changes.

2. I walk to school while it is raining. We are instructed to jog around the school. At the end, I walk up to the attic to get more water for the students, but someone else is there. He is a teacher and raping a female student. She is passed out. Another girl walks into the attic and sees it too. He catches us, and makes us promise not to tell. We find a secretary later and tell her against his commands. Before he is arrested, he finds us and threatens us. We run away from him, and he is holding a knife.

3. The scene changes again back to the rainy setting as I walk to school. I am in the gymnasium, gaining full lucidity after guiding my little sister to an exit. I walk with her through the crammed boarding of the passageway out, but the thunder causes the wall to splinter, cracking my sister's head open with the forceful gashes of wood. At that, I experience a spike in clarity, followed by a total collapse of the dreamscape. I give up my lucidity in the hope that I can continue the narrative untouched by my consciousness. Five interns were killed because of the teacher escaping from the police car, and relieving homicidal rage. Then, as I am walking to school after my sister's funeral, I am cut off by a woman grieving about the death of her husband, an intern. She blames me for telling the secretary about the rape. Then she leaves, and a narrator describes the events of the dream. He describes everything as it happens in a poetic manner. I am apprehended by the driverless cars from another dream. They are less violent this time, but they stalk me across the block. When I reach the end, the narration stops, and one of the cars drives up onto the sidewalk, but instead crashes. The woman appears in the car now. She is dying. She says she will pursue me until I die. I sprint to the school, but I hear the army of cars behind me. I outstretch my arm to the gate, and the front car turns driverless once again.

3/26/13

1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.