Alyssa

All of my dreams last night were non-lucid, but at least they were fun! I love dreams with good visuals, the mundane ones I've been having the last couple nights have bored me.

#1
In my first dream I'm standing in a tunnel at night. The ground is made of uneven cobblestones, and the walls are made of brick. Outside the tunnel I can see rain falling, and the brick walls are dripping. There's a man standing in front of me, and I have the sense that he's dangerous. My dream self knows that I'm a shape shifter, and that if I had any energy left, I'd be able to transform into a crow and escape, but I'm exhausted. The man takes a few slow steps towards me, and drops his shoulders and bends his knees. His shape ripples and suddenly he transforms into a white leopard, and leaps towards me with huge claws out.
The shock of fear wakes me.

#2
I'm unaware of my surroundings, but I'm sitting with someone I think of as an instructor, and she is telling me that I need to summon a jug. It seems we sit still for a long time, but she is patient. I close my eyes and when I open them again, there is a large ceramic vase in pale blue sitting on my lap. The instructor tells me, "you must turn it to silicone." I hold the vase in my hands, and then it's not a vase anymore, its a sticky puddle of transparent blue goo in my hands.

#3
I'm standing beside a man in a room that is really a giant computer. There is no screen, the images project in 3D into the center of the room. The man with me is a repair man. At the right angle, the image projected is a huge, fluffy cloud in brilliant shades of purple and pink, that seem to sparkle and glitter. But when the angle isn't perfect, the image breaks down into geometric shapes. They're hard to explain, I have sketches in my dream journal. They are square and rectangular frame-like shapes, in different sizes. They are arranged in a row, not quite touching, with the open middles forming a tunnel down the center. The size of each frame mimics the contour of the cloud.
The repair man tries to tell me that this break down is normal, that the image is only meant to be seen from a few sides, but I'm angry and I argue with him. I'm convinced that it must be broken. I don't remember who won that argument, I think I woke before the end of it.

#4: my favourite dream of the night
The dream started with a huge party, some kind of club, but my memories of that are nearly non-existent. What I remember is after everyone else was gone, and the room is shadowy and empty, and I'm afraid. I start to walk, hoping I can find the way out.
I leave the club floor, and walk into a room that is even bigger and darker, and is full of close-together square pillars. There's a woman in the room, wearing all tight black clothes, with black hair slicked back from her face, wearing too much black eye make up. She sneers when she sees me, and some how I know she's not human, and she's going to hurt me. She starts coming towards me, but she's moving slowly. She's wants to play cat and mouse with me, and she's obviously confident that I wont be able to get away. But the pillars make the room like a maze, and I manage to hide from her until I find another door to get out without her noticing.
I'm in a room that looks like a church now, filled with pews. There's a blond woman standing up on the altar, although there is nothing there to mark it as an altar except that it is raised from the floor. Like the other woman, I know that she's not human, but this one is more obvious. Her hair is knotted and fallen in her face, and she's snarling. She starts towards me as soon as she sees me, and I cant move.
A huge man steps out in front of me, and the blond's leg explodes in blood. I don't know if he shot her or something else, but she falls to the floor, and throws back her head and roars. The man grabs my wrist, and his hands and fingers are huge, his fist encloses over half of my arm. He drags me between some pews and through another door. I know that I knew him once, but he's different now, he's monstrous like the women were but he's still trying to help me. He's pulling me through dripping tunnels, and in the enclosed space he seems even bigger. He's tall and has wide shoulders. He's wearing a brown leather coat. I don't remember what I want to say to him, but I call him 'Red.' He doesn't say anything.
The tunnel changes, and we're in a huge chamber, full of rows and rows of seats. There are people in them(real people, not monster people) and they are unconscious, hooked up to tubes and wires. He lets go of my arm but I keep following him as he goes to the end of the room where there is a control panel. The door we came through(although I don't remember going through it) creaks, and I quickly hide behind the man, crouching, peering through the gap under his arm. The woman in black enters, still sneering, and starts a slow saunter down the aisle.
I don't know what happened with that woman, if there was a confrontation that I just cant remember, but the man starts the controls, and after that I don't see what happens to us anymore. The blond monster woman somehow got to this chamber before us, and when she realized we were coming she dragged herself into wiring inside a wall. Now I can see her, and when the man turns on the machine, she explodes in bright yellow electricity and flame. It is like the entire world is yellow and orange. She is writhing, and it looks almost like dancing. It's caught in flashes and sometimes time turns sluggish, so that her movements are alien. Her mouth is open in a scream, but her voice isn't human and it sounds almost like high pitched, keening music.

#5: the really weird one
In my last dream, I'm going to an expensive school on a scholarship. Although I'm thinking of it as a school, its really just a pool. But all the other kids in that pool hate me, because I'm on a scholarship. They keep pulling me under the water and trying to drown me. After this has happened a few times I crawl up out of the water and pout. This dream me is only 12 years old, and it's weird to be so young again.
A pool guy comes over and asks me if I'd rather swim in the channel, which was a long narrow strip of pool beside the real pool. I know that it's not for swimming in, but since he offered, I accept, and there is no one there to try to hurt me and I'm happy. I want to hug the pool guy, and suddenly he's in the water beside me so that I can.
I think to myself that I need to thank him properly, and then I'm walking up the driveway to his house. When I go inside, it is small and cluttered and full of people. The pool guy takes me into the backroom to meet his dad, but when we go into the bedroom, there is an old man's head sticking up out of baby swaddles that are held by a nurse. She unrolls the swaddles and the same head is on a tiny baby's body. Then he stands and his body changes into a wrinkled, red skinned old man body. He's swinging the blanket that he was swaddled in, and it's smeared with yellow shit. He starts to yell that living by the pool keeps him young, but then he stops and says very calmly, "I have to poopies" and walks through another door in the room.
I go back to the living room and then someone knocks at the front door and the pool guy goes to open it. It's the mother of one of the girls who was trying to hurt me at the pool and I'm afraid that if she sees me she'll berate me. The pool guy's younger brother, who is closer to my dream age, asks if I want to leave. I nod and he tells me to just slip out. I do, and no one notices, and I feel better back in the sunshine. I start walking towards home, and details fade, and then I wake up.