nightmare

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was another false awakening, and unlike the previous entry, this was an actual nightmare. It was pretty in-tune with how my nightmares usually go. I'm wondering if I had this nightmare because I fell asleep with a polyester blanket on top of my head and became too hot, as overheating has historically resulted in nightmares for me. I've remembered details from a few other dreams this week, but they're quite minimal so I won't even record them as fragments. Hopefully my recall improves some more.

I woke up in bed, and the room was dark. I sensed that it was the middle of the night. I was initially lying on my stomach, but I pulled myself upright into a sitting position, criss-crossing my legs in front of me on the bed. I generally don't hang my legs over the side of the bed in real life, and I didn't want to do it here, either. There wasn't much to see, but I could feel the bed underneath me, and I knew I was wearing a CPAP mask on my face. However, unlike in real life, I couldn't feel the mask on my face. I just "knew" it was there. This didn't strike me as odd.

As I breathed normally, I heard the quiet inhalation and exhalation noise from the CPAP hose. The noise itself seemed normal, but it seemed a bit out of sync with my breathing. The placement was also wrong. It was supposed to be coming from my nightstand area, next to my pillow, because that was where my CPAP machine was located in real life. But in the dream, the noise was coming from further down the the bed, near the foot of it, which implied the machine had somehow been moved onto the floor there. I vaguely wondered how the machine got there, but there was no accompanying fear or trepidation, or curiosity enough to find the source. I wasn't bothered about the reason. I just wanted to put it back where it was supposed to be.

I shimmied over until I was sitting closer to the foot of the bed. In the dream, I believed if I could simply find the hose and move it back, I could move the whole machine back to its proper place too without ever picking it up. I wasn't thinking logically either - I didn't realize that if I wanted to find the hose, which was connected to my mask, I could've just felt my mask on my face and gone from there. Oh well. It was still dark and I couldn't see, so I knew I had to feel around for the hose. I reached out into the darkness next to my bed. As soon as I touched what I "knew" was the hose, I felt something grab my hand tightly. I heard an inaudible yet somehow loud scream, and I knew I was about to die. There was a brief sensation of what I could only describe as the frightened, resigned knowledge that I would be pulled into an eternal purgatory of murky shapes and presences underneath my bed.

NOTICE: this is the last dream journal entry I made before leaving Dreamviews for an 11-year hiatus. Newer dream journal entries will have a markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This semi-lucid bugged the hell out of me. I was in my room upstairs, lying in bed, and then I heard my dad screaming from downstairs in a terrifying manner. I became semi-lucid, so I just decided to jump out the window and fly away, but I got stuck mid-air. Then I was suddenly in my bed again, with my dad still screaming, but this time from down the hallway outside my room! I flipped out and took a running jump out the window, in an effort to get past my dad. Once again I tried to fly, once again I got stuck, and once again I ended up in my bed, and at that point, I could feel my dad's presence right there in the bedroom. I felt something, presumably my dad, move beside me as I jumped out the window a third and final time.

When I woke up in my bed after the third time, I was scared that I was experiencing another repeat.

This was a total of three false awakenings, which were probably all part of the same dream because of the similar contents.

It was early in the morning; my guess is that the time was around 7:00 AM. I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed; the unusually light and airy duvet cover was up to a little below my chin, and the bedroom was pitch-black. No light whatsoever was coming in from the single window on the wall, which was on the wall opposite of where I was facing: I was on my stomach, my head half-sunk into my pillow but turned towards the door of my room. The door was open, which led to a hallway adjacent to the entrance of my room; if you were to turn left, walk a few feet and turn right, the stairs were right there. They led downstairs to the main level of the house. There was a very, very faint yellow light coming from the hallway, most likely from downstairs, although there was no apparent light source - it was just a faded wash of a slight lighting over the entire room.

In bed I felt very tired, like a stone. I didn't want to get up but I knew that it was time for school, so I slowly pushed the covers back; they bunched up like an accordion - I usually fold them back, but I didn't catch onto the fact that I was dreaming quite yet. It was when I actually stood up that I suddenly became aware enough to question if I was in a dream. I didn't do an RC, but I simply knew that I was asleep at a fairly low level of awareness. I looked at my night table, which was right next to my bed (and therefore beside me once I got out of bed), and noticed I didn't have an alarm clock at all there, even though there should've been one.

I didn't say anything, though.

Moments later, once I was out of bed, I heard my dad in the lower level of the house shouting at me in a very stern, tense voice to "get downstairs!"

This terrified me, and I had this creeping feeling that the dream was going to become a nightmare if I just stood there. So I opened the door of my room a bit more to go through it, and I took a running leap into the hallway. The hallway was adjacent to my bedroom, with the wall opposite of the door only being a half-wall. Past that, if you were to look down, you'd be seeing the first floor. On the wall past this half-wall was a big window, and this is where I jumped into. I leaped onto the half-wall with a big jump and then glided right into the glass; however, I didn't smash it; I merely went through it like a ghost.

It was very dark outside so I couldn't see practically anything, but I was beginning to lose lucidity anyways. I flapped my arms and kicked my legs once I got three or four feet outside the window, which didn't do much - I didn't pick up speed or even move forward that much. I was just suspended.

I woke up in my bed.

Or, did I?

In actuality, I had just entered a false awakening, and it was the same scenario as before. This time, however, my dad's voice didn't come from downstairs, but in the hallway, quite a few feet away from the door of my room. I ran and jumped through the window again, still slightly conscious, but met the same predicament where I was floating, getting nowhere.

I woke up one more time into the dream but this time, my dad's voice was coming from inside my room, which was very dark like before. It was a whisper this time, situated behind me (I was lying on my side facing my room's door again) - I didn't waste any time bolting out of bed and making a total beeline for the window. The same thing happened and at this point, I had just enough awareness left to start freaking out, wondering this time if my dad would be able to reach through the window and grab my foot, pulling me back in...

Then I woke up for real.

I did many reality checks after that P.O.S. dream.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Holy crap. I recalled seven dreams between last night (8 hours) and a nap that I took this afternoon (4 hours). The majority of these dreams were very vivid, but sadly there were no lucids. I'll try to publish them all over the next few days.

It was just beginning to get dark; the sky was a pale mid-blue in color. My father and I were outside on a dark wooden dock, which was slightly rotted from age. This dock was attached to a decently-sized island filled with Mexican-style buildings. We could see indiscernible land all around us in the distance, between this island was in the middle of a lake. The water was dark, not quite black but bordering on it. Near and under the L-shaped dock, it was lighter because the water was shallower. The long part of the dock's "L" shape went onto the land, while the short part went along the side of it, and this part of the dock went out a good eight or nine feet away from the island, sinking down a little bit the further out it went.

There were only three or four people around, and they were a good ways away from the dock. My dad and I walked down the dock and arrived at the edge, looking down into the shallow part of the water, which was a nice turquoise color that gradated from the blacker parts. I could see some sand very faintly at the bottom. My dad decided to go swimming; this is one of the first instances where I can almost completely visualize what someone was wearing: he was wearing jeans with a slight blackness to them, as if he had walked through soot or something, and he was wearing a purple and orange thick-striped shirt with two white buttons on the collar, which was popped. A strange clothing choice, but meh... My subconscious is weird.

He pulled his shirt down a bit, and it seemed to lengthen as he did; it was now halfway down to his knees. A swimsuit of sorts, maybe?

Then, my dad kneeled down and put one leg over the dock at a time, then slowly got into the water. I watched him wade outwards from the dock, but then I saw a few dark - and ridiculously realistic, down to the lighting and textures - shapes floating on the water, heading for him. There were four of them; they were scattered around the water and not really following a line or anything. They were dark, dark green, and shaped exactly like pistachio shells - two curved half-ovals which were only attached on one side, and they had some short lighter green tentacles which reminded me of leeches, but they were slimmer and longer. Their bodies were on top of the tentacles, which fanned out in a circle underneath, and the tentacles probably had a span of only a foot from tip-to-tip.

I called out, "dad, get out of the water!" because I knew these creatures were dangerous. My dad turned around to see them floating towards him. One of them, the closest one, opened its mouth to reveal tiny, razor-sharp black teeth and a larger mussel for a tongue. It swam quickly over to him as he tried to pull himself onto the dock, and he got up, but not before it fastened its tentacles onto his arm and stuck there. The tentacles wrapped around it and wouldn't let go, and he had to try very hard to tear them off. "It's implanting poison into my arm!" my dad said, freaking out. If the tentacles were on his arm more than a few seconds, he would die because poison would seep into his arm.

Two of the tentacles were wrapped around from his left side, while the other two were wrapping from the opposite direction. They looked lighter and more translucent while on his arm, but when I pulled the four tentacles off his arm, with his help, they looked darker. I grabbed the creature by its body and threw it into the water. I saw no marks on his arm, but we were still both very scared.

The dream ended with my dad having a scared look on his face, which looked genuine even though I'd never seen him look like this in real life.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in some kind of warehouse that was filled with boxes, and it almost looked like a location from the Halo games. The lighting was very good, because the large windows let in lots of light from outside. (From my vantage point I could only see blue skies outside the windows, so I didn't know where I was supposed to be). There were a few people around whom I didn't recognize, just minding their own business, not really doing anything. I was walking towards the center of the room, where a large wooden crate with metal trim was present. It was rectangular in shape, a good 10x5x5 feet in dimension, and it was propped up on its end, so it was very tall. It was surrounded by a few other metal crates which had large chains wrapped around them, each complete with the a large silver padlock.

"I know who did it!" I yelled, supposedly to someone who was sitting on top of the rectangular crate, although I couldn't see them up there. There was no response, but my dream-self believed that the person did indeed say something, so I continued. "What this man did was wrong and vile, and we must do something!"

I looked on the left of the crate to see my sister walking towards me with a disconcerted and fazed expression on her face. I walked towards her, and we hugged each other. Somehow, I knew that she had been kidnapped and made to perform very bad acts in front of a camera, held of course by the kidnapper. Her friend was also forced to do this stuff, but they had run away at an inopportune moment.

"It was [my boyfriend's name]!" I shouted after we let go of each other. "He is a sick person! He must be killed!"

The dream fast-forwarded a little. Now, I was sitting on a very short wooden crate in front of one of the large windows, and my sister was nowhere to be found. I looked into the center of the room and saw that the large crate was gone. In its place was a very clean, neat drawing of a large black circular ring, which was probably five feet in diameter. My boyfriend was standing in the middle with his hands behind his back, and he looked at me pleadingly, but didn't speak. I scowled at him and said, "you really think I'll tell the truth?" At this point in the dream, I knew that he didn't actually commit the crime against my sister and her friend, but I was mad at him for some other unknown reason (a petty one, though), so I wanted revenge.

I don't want to describe what happened next. All I'll say is that a man with an axe came in, my boyfriend got on his knees, and there was blood. Albeit the blood was more like dark powder that burst and dispersed into the air, fading away.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Two hours after waking up today, I took a nap, because I was hoping to enter SP and have a WILD. Instead, I fell asleep normally and then entered multiple false awakenings. What happened next was one of the longest and most effed-up dreams I've had. When I woke up, I did a record amount of reality checks. Where in the world did this come from, why is my subconscious so demented, and why did it have to happen when I was attempting a WILD?

It was afternoon. I was outside, and the sky overhead looked normal for the time of day. I was walking along the right side of my house, sandwiched between the house and a long, straight wooden fence that extended down it. This fence was ashen in colour and seasoned-looking, with uneven, ragged boards that were slightly pointed on top. There was green grass everywhere, and the exterior of the house itself was made of ruddy red bricks with light-coloured cement in between. I was headed to the backyard, where I "knew" the house's garage would be. When I rounded the back corner of the house and reached the yard, it was an extremely strange setup.

There was the same, tall wooden fence as the one along the side of the house, but this one was much taller, probably twenty feet tall. It fenced in the entire yard on three sides, then connected to the fence I'd just walked along. Because of the yard fence's height, it blocked out the view of everything outside the yard, although I could see tall, normal-looking trees going at least ten feet past the height of the fence. The presence of the ridiculously tall fence and trees caused it to become darker in the yard, since there wasn't as much room for light to get in.

I looked to the left, at the yard. There was just straight brick on the house; there were no doorways or anything to get in and out. There was just more slightly-overgrown grass, and the garage. This garage was painted white and looked rustic; a few patches of paint here and there were flaking off. The garage door was open, but I didn't see any cars.

Then, someone from my school's graduating class walked out. I recognized her immediately, and she looked normal - she had long dark brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. I had invited her over, and now it was time for her to leave. I smiled and waved as she walked past me, leaving through where I'd just come from.

Then, I saw my dad walk up beside me.

"Hey [Puffin], can you help me for a sec?" His voice sounded a bit muffled. I didn't think this was odd.

He led me down the right side of the house, where I had entered the yard from. Once we got past it, the area wasn't the front yard or driveway of a house like you'd expect; instead, it was another backyard. The setup for this part is very hard to explain because of how complex it was. The side of the house we'd just walked down opened up into a square-shaped lot (probably 60x60 feet), completely closed-in by the same tall fence, and on the other side of the fence you could see more trees. A few of these trees even arced over the fence and above the yard a little; their branches and trunks were thick and gnarled. However, they didn't cast any discernible shadows of their own; the whole yard was just in one solid pale shadow, darker than the back yard. The terrain of this yard slanted up five or six feet towards the back of the lot, especially on the left side.

In the middle of this yard, leaving three or four feet on each side for walkspace, was a big hole. The edges of this hole were smoothed out, and covered in grass, but then it steeply dropped off into blackness; it was very, very deep. Sometime when I was walking along the house, my dad had gone past me and ended up on the other side of the hole, in the far left corner of the yard where the ground was the most raised. Apparently he wanted to return to my side, but now the yard was littered with big, wide boards of slightly-destroyed wood. Most of them were irregularly-shaped, like the random pieces of paper a kid cuts out with scissors. My dad couldn't just walk around this field of wood, because they were filling the yard all the way up to the fence. But in the hole, there was a possible way to cross it. There were two very, very tall grey rocks with flat tops floating in the hole. Connecting the two rocks was a large, flat piece of dry grey wood. There were two other wood planks, and this created a bridge across the whole.

On the middle plank, there was also a big, triangular-shaped rock that must have been four feet tall. It looked like it weighed a ton. My dad slowly made his way onto the planks (which wobbled a lot, and he held out his arms for balance, but he didn't look concerned). Once he reached the middle plank, he pushed the rock down into the big hole without any effort, and it disappeared. There was no way he'd be able to push it in real life.

I decided to check in for the day and sleep. I walked away a few steps and looked at the brick wall of the house. Unlike before, when I saw no doors, now there was a basic white door with a gold doorknob. I opened it and walked into blackness. As I walked forward a few steps, I felt slightly numb, losing feeling in my body as I sometimes do when I'm lucid and the dream ends. And I did become slightly lucid at this point! However, the dream scene changed.

I woke up in bed. But not really; it was a false awakening. I couldn't see anything around me because my eyes were still closed, but I knew the room was spacious and had a high ceiling that was painted beige, as were the walls. I knew the bed was an antique, with polished wood with fine details and rich colouration. I knew the bed had white bedsheets and a thicker white quilt on top of that. I was on top of the covers, lying on my left side.

Immediately, I "knew" I was awake and resolved to DEILD. I breathed normally and stayed still. Although the third breath was a bit quicker and deeper than the others, which usually stops my DEILD attempts, I managed to get small vibrations rolling up and down my body. In the center of my vision, I saw a light blue square that was blurring in an outwards direction (almost like a tunnel). It expanded, and a blurry, pale scene formed in front of me. There were very abstract, blurry, dark grey shapes of people's heads and some desks. The only colors in this scene were darker, pale blue and greys. The scene then started to fade slowly as I started to fail the DEILD.

As the scene faded, taking about ten seconds, I saw a very clear image in my mind's eye - it was a shoulders-and-up shot of a beautiful woman holding a baby up against her shoulder, one hand resting on the back of its head. I heard a woman's voice narrating something along the lines of, "most mothers prefer to hold their baby with two hands if they are pregnant." It was nonsensical but I didn't realize it.

Once that image faded, I was back in bed with my eyes closed. I thought, 'let's try this one more time'.

I managed to get the blurry square again, but it was darker than before and disappeared quickly, leaving me lying in bed again. I laid there on my left side for a few moments and breathed out normally. But I didn't get any results.

Then I opened my eyes, giving up. I blinked once and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly high-pitched, desperate scream, like something straight of a nightmare. It said, "don't look up!", and the "up" drew itself out into a long scream of its own. In the next instant, I was still looking at the ceiling, the yellow colors and window briefly flashed white like a camera had gone off, and I heard one of those sounds like in a horror film - it's like the sound wind makes when a big truck drives past you on the highway, minus all the mechanical wheel and actual truck noises. When everything was white, I saw the bright green outline of a tall church steeple, leaning over towards the right. This was in the corner of my vision. The 'outline' was most like someone had taken a simple photo and inverted the colors, so the blacks were white and the other stuff was green.

The flash only lasted a moment, and then as the whiteness and church faded, I felt a momentary 'shift' or acceleration downwards, although I didn't actually move from the bed at all. It was like an invisible force had come into effect and was spiritually trying to pull me down. Then, I felt a hand strongly press me down into the bed, and roll me over onto my stomach, with the left side of my face pressed right against the bed. I couldn't see anything. At some point my vision had stopped working and everything had gone a dark, dark brown. My back was suddenly exposed and uncovered as I laid there, and then I felt a sharp blade slowly going into my back, dragging slowly along my rib. It started about four inches below my right shoulder blade, tracing along that rib. The knife was excruciatingly painful as it slowly cut its way through my skin, which seemed to give too much resistance to be realistic, but that only made it worse. I had never felt this much pain in a dream before. The cut went down along the skin and stopped when it got to the very side of my body. All the while, I was paralyzed, and I screamed like crazy.

For a second, I became almost semi-lucid, and I broke free of the paralysis, but when I moved it, was like my bones were stiff and gelled together or something. I turned around, a bit more onto my back and looked at what was doing this. It was a hooded figure, with a black robe like the grim reaper, and surrounded in something like grey smoke. There was a thin, lighter brown woven cord loosely coiled three or four times around his neck; this cord was made of long brown hair! I wasted no time and growled at this creature and attempted to kick him away, but I couldn't move my legs anymore. I tried to punch him, but I was totally paralyzed again.

He turned me over and proceeded to cut another line into me, slightly further down my body along the next rib. It was really painful. This cut lasted about seven seconds, slightly less than the first, but then I felt another one, a bit further down still. The whole time, I screamed, and as the last cut ended, I saw a flash of another brief image: my vision turned a solid yellow, and I saw three abstract curves that were larger on one end and smaller on the other. The three lines gradated from red to dark brown, almost black, and only took up about a tenth of the total area of my vision; they appeared off near the left side.

For a brief moment during the cuts, I was aware of my sister lying on the bed beside me, and she said something like, "I told you so", but I can't remember the exact words. The words she said were laced with pain as if she was getting cut, too.

The dream finally ended, and when I woke up, I could feel residual stinging in my back. I didn't get up immediately, nervous that I'd entered another FA. It took a lot of RCs and a few minutes of lying stock-still in bed before I could get up and shake things out.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

That's all I remember.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Ugh... This was terrible. Usually when I wake up from a nightmare, I just need to do a nose-pinch reality check to know I'm no longer dreaming and relax. But when I woke up from this one, even though I knew I wasn't dreaming, I just couldn't relax and get my heart rate down from the physical effects of the dream.

I was in a well-lit swim apparel store, minding my own business, looking around at different items. The store was the size of an average kid's bedroom, and had flat, bamboo-like walls and light hardwood flooring. There were racks of different swimsuits and other accessories, and on the wall were suits as well. I was looking up at a grey and blue wetsuit on the wall, a few feet higher than I was tall. I jumped up in a rather slow fashion and got high enough to reach the hook; I floated up there for a few moments as I teased the hook away from the others, then fell back down, landing on my feet.

I turned around and, without paying, left the store. The door was made of the same type of hardwood as the floor, but a bit darker; when I opened it, I walked into the basement of my house I'm currently living in. It was almost pitch-black, but I could still see the shapes of furniture in the gloom. I turned to the left and saw a door open; the room it led to was casting a pale orange light into the dark basement room, lighting me up. I looked around and nothing was illuminated except for me.

I turned around and looked at the door again. Standing there in the entranceway, not moving, was a red fox, a bit smaller than fully grown. It was probably around two feet long and only half a foot high, and had a slightly browner coloration than a normal red fox would have. It looked at me in that instant with an almost menacing glare. I started to walk towards it and as I did, I said, "shoo". "Go away". Lines like that.

Then it bared its teeth and leapt at my left hand, snarling in a frightening, high-pitched sort of way, and started to bite it. I felt pins and needles, numbness, and a bit of pain. I tried to forcefully shake it off, but as I did, I could feel my hand starting to fall off with it. The fox vanished and without looking at my hand, I noticed a small gray kitten sitting in the darkness, now slightly lit up with white light. It snarled and hissed, and leapt at my hand again, tearing it up more.

I woke up.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in my sister's bedroom; the lights were off but I could still outlines and there was a slight illumination coming from an unknown angle. Her room was small, around twelve by twelve feet, and the only furniture in the room was a white twin bed, positioned against the wall, and a vertical white dresser. We were both behind the bed on the floor, and because of this we couldn't see the door to her room. We were talking about random gibberish that I can't remember, and suddenly the door swung open, making a large banging sound against the wall. I looked up over the bed and saw a shady man in his thirties stalking towards us. This wasn't exactly a nightmare because it didn't have the same terror as a nightmare would have, but I was still nervous.

My sister got up and, without saying a word, ran right past the man and out the bedroom door. Who knows why he didn't jump at the chance to attack her. So, I was still looking over the bed and realized only now that he was holding a crossbow. It was brown and fairly basic in structure; the arrows made of slightly beveled metal.

He pointed the crossbow at me and I slunk back behind the bed. He came around the corner of it, the bow still pointing at me, and pulled it back. I pressed myself against the wall to hide myself; because of the angle he was aiming from, he'd have to move again to shoot. He came around quickly and shot me just above the forehead. I didn't feel pain or see blood, and I pulled the arrow out that actually didn't go that far into me, maybe a few centimeters.

The dream ended.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
The problem with continually trying to WILD is that you end up getting a glut of sleep paralysis-related dreams, which usually aren't lucids. But this one was just effing scary.

I was in my supposed room, a small bedroom with dark blue walls and a queen-sized bed with a mint green comforter. I was lying on my stomach, on top of the comforter without a pillow, but with my arms under my head. In real life they would've lost circulation, but in the dream they didn't. I attempting to get sleep paralysis to WILD, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I got off the bed and lay down on the steel blue-colored carpet, my arms under my head again. My eyes were open the whole time.

Immediately after settling down, I felt tingling, and then I felt something sitting on top of me. Then it proceeded to almost lightly hug me, as I could feel it wrapping around my chest and back. It got off and then I heard a slight metallic flick. My heart began to beat very fast, almost coming through my chest; I could feel it trying to get out.

I then felt something sharp dragging along my back in a straight line. It stopped after a few moments, and then it happened again, a few inches down, parallel to the other line. Then, it happened twice more, but this time the lines were perpendicular to the previous two. It almost hurt, but there wasn't any true discernible pain. The whole time I tried to ignore it, because I knew it wasn't real (not to mention it wasn't even sleep paralysis but a dream!).

It ended and I woke up for real.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

CAUTION: If you don't have a good tolerance for gory/dark/disturbing situations, you might want to skip this entry.

I have absolutely no idea where this dream came from!

It was dark outside, and I could see that from looking out the window. I was in my bedroom, sitting upright on my bed with my legs crossed. My bed was a queen-size one, and had a modern square shape with black coloration. It was positioned in the center of my 14x14 room with the headboard against the wall; on the opposite wall sat my horizontal dresser, in the same modern color and style as the bed. Those were the two pieces of furniture in the room, slightly given shape to by a pale light shining in, although you couldn't see much more than that.

I sat there for no more than five seconds before a dark shape shot out from underneath the bed and pushed me off, right onto the floor. I hit the hardwood floor on my backside; it almost felt as if I had broken something, because pain shot up my spine as I sat up. The pain slowly ebbed but it was there for the rest of the dream.

I looked up on my bed and there was a dark silhouette standing on it; it looked like an adult but it was fairly skinny and short, probably around three feet. I couldn't tell whether it was wearing anything because it was in the shadows near the head of my bed. There was now a chain hanging from the ceiling, and a few feet from where it was hooked, there was a large piece of rotting flesh. I could see the slightest amount of red coloration, and something was dripping from it. "Oh my god," I exclaimed to myself. "What do you want?"

The figure chuckled, and jumped off the bed, landing quietly beside me. It got up and walked around the room a bit, and then disappeared under the bed. I looked around to see if it'd appear again, because I was very frightened, and then it appeared from underneath the bed, reaching out and biting a piece of my leg off. I screamed but I didn't feel any pain, instead I just felt my leg with my hand, realizing a piece was missing from my thigh. The creature jumped back on the bed and stood up, beginning to eat it with a sickening sound, and I ran to the door, trying to open it. There was no light coming from the edges of it, and it wouldn't open; the knob wouldn't even turn. I spun around to see the creature breathing hard and coming at me again, this time staring at my face.

I ran at it, and grabbed its own face with my hand and tore it off; it felt as if it were made of plaster. I looked at my hand as the creature fell to the floor, and saw blood smeared all over it.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It started off in my old bedroom; it was very dark throughout the room, and no light was pouring in through the windows to aid my vision. I was sitting on my double-size bed, and then I suddenly fell backwards into a dark void. It was pitch black and I could hear faint humming, but I couldn't discern what it was coming from. I was floating up and down for a long time, and looking at myself from a third person perspective. I also saw my bedroom, and taking up almost a quarter of the room, mostly on top of the bed, was the void. It was dark and floating like a cloud of smoke.

My perspective changed back to first person, and I was hailed by a voice. "You're going to do as I say, or else you'll stay here forever. Do you accept?" I nodded, "yes".

I was back in my room in that instant, sitting on my bed again. There was a shadow, almost in the shape of a child, on another double bed in front of me. I looked at it, squinting a bit. "You're going to harvest some things for me," it told me. The voice was almost like one a little girl would have.

I then found myself along the side of a stucco house, surrounded by large pine trees. There was a lot of real-looking snow on the ground, but it wasn't cold even though I was kneeling down in it. I was with another person, also being told what to do by the shadow. He was slightly older than me, and was wearing a hoodie and dark blue jeans. We were both sitting in front of a tiny tree with blue Christmas baubles hanging from it. I held out my finger and a spark of blue light came from it, traveling in a straight line. It hit one of the baubles and it started glowing, changing shape. When the glow vanished, it was in the shape of a small steel ring. I took it and pocketed it immediately. We spent the next few minutes of the dream doing this.

Then, I was back at the house, in my bedroom. The shadow looked like it was holding out its hand, so I handed it the rings, but they dropped right through it and onto the bed. "You idiot," it told me angrily. "You don't have as many as I asked for."

I became aware that I was dreaming, but not enough to change the plot, control the shadow, or do pretty much anything. I failed to control my anger at the shadow so I began to speak even though I felt it would put me back in the void. I had to try. "Listen," I said to it, "I don't know what you are. But you're a horrible creature that instead of going out there and doing things yourself, makes other people with lives do them! I should put you in a void, see how you like it.

I almost thought I could hear sniffling, but the shadow didn't move or shift. "Sorry," it said softly, and vanished.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I guess one could call this a nightmare, but it didn't quite start out like that.

I woke up on the top of a bunk bed in a tiny plain hotel room. The flooring was dark, pale blue carpet, and there was a hotel-sized white-paned window on the other side of the room. I caught the false awakening and momentarily became a bit lucid, but it didn't last.

I got up from the bunk bed and went down the stairs. There was no one else in the room, but there was an open door leading to the main part of the booked hotel room (where the fridge and chairs are). I peered out and knew I wasn't supposed to be here. I saw a man with a black t-shirt and blue jeans sitting at a small round wooden table, drinking from a mug. He looked slightly scuffed up, although not much. He also looked fairly strong, like someone who'd just gotten back from the gym.

He saw me right away. "Hello," he told me, rather normally. "Don't be shy. Come out and I'll make you some breakfast."

I decided to play stupid and say, "I have to get dressed first." There must have been a suitcase or something of clothing in the room, because he said, "sure". I went into the room, closing the door, and found a small shopping bag filled to the top with clothes, but I wasn't actually going for them. I was going for anything that could help me escape.

My gaze flit around the room and I saw a coach purse, exactly like the one I own in real life. It had a very long strap that I could use to climb down the side of the hotel.

I looked out the hotel window, clutching the purse, and saw that our room was situated at least thirty floors up. The strap didn't even go half the distance to the ground. Crap!

Suddenly, the man walked into the room and froze when he saw me by the window with the purse. "What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Getting out of here," I shot back at him. I made a run for the door, went through it, and he didn't do anything to stop me. He pulled out a long, silver knife instead. I looked back as I ran out the door and into the hotel hallway; he was watching me calmly with the knife in his hand. I didn't look back as I ran down the stairs to the lobby.

There were only one or two sets of stairs and already I was on the first floor...? Anyways, I got there and no one was in sight, but there was a phone at the reception desk. I took it and crazily tried to dial 911. The man suddenly appeared, slipping around the corner and holding the phone box. "You're crazy!" I shouted to him. The machine rang and then a voice answered. "I'm being kidnapped and threatened with a knife!" I told the woman on the other line. "Help me, I'm-"

I couldn't get an address out, because the man found the phone outlet and unplugged it, then cut the cord with his knife. I gaped and backed away from him rather quickly. "Don't leave," he told me forcefully.

I took one more step back and my foot landed on a gun. My eyes widened even more (is that even possible?) and I reached down and picked the gun up. It was dark gray, almost black, and heavy. It was loaded. "Back the f*** up!" I told him, looking for the exit. Suddenly he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own gun. I shot him in the chest, killing him instantly. His eyes began to bleed and there were bruises appearing all over his body. He was still standing up straight but his eyes were closed, and he was completely still. Then another person, looking very much like him, appeared with the same ghastly imagery. It frightened me so much I woke up.