memorable

I was in a big city with Kestrel and a guy friend of mine, who we'll call Tyrone. We were at some sort of rave party. There were a lot of people there, but no one was dancing. Like usual, Kestrel and I didn't care and we were ripping apart the dance floor.

There were a couple toddlers running around. This was no place for a toddler! I scooped one of them up and went to find his mother. I started talking to her for awhile about children, when what I presume was one of the DJs comes over and says some rude remark about the children. I flip him off.

A lady comes up to me and says that she needs to talk to me outside. She looks forty or fifty, and is wearing an interesting leather halter top with a short leather skirt. I assume she's mad at me for flipping off the DJ, but we talk instead about other things. I tell her that I used to be a raver 3 or 4 years ago and she responds, "Oh, well, we'll have to deal with this in a more adult manner. I couldn't hurt one of my own."

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Sonya."

So we walk around and talk more when we start hiring sirens. We look back to see that the police have raided the rave. She tells me to stay back, but I need to go find Kestrel and Tyrone.

I enter the party and start looking for them. There are a lot of people panicking and someone is carried out on a stretcher. I find them in the back of some weird UPS truck, freaking out about something.

"Where have you been???" Kestrel asks, panicking.

"I was just...er...outside," I respond.

"Did you drink the beer??" Tyrone asks.

"Er...I think I had some whiskey..."

"But did you have THE BEER?!" Kestrel asks.

"I don't know! Maybe?! Why?"

"IT WAS POISONED!" They say in unison.

"We gotta get out of here," Tyrone declares, "but first...meth." Tyrone randomly does meth.

"HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKERS!" He screams and takes the drivers seat. Suddenly, it's like we are in GTA. Tyrone is racing the UPS truck down the highway, hitting as many innocent bystanders as he can.

Tyrone hits a streetlight and we came to a stop.



The UPS truck, had it looked perfectly before it encountered us, was now decimated.

"POLICE! THIS IS THE POLICE!" We heard shouting and sirens all around us. Tyrone jumped out of the car and screamed, "THESE ARE MY HOSTAGES NOW!!!"

But we escaped, so it was all cool.

This is actually going to be slightly abridged, because I have to write another essay today, and I don't feel like writing an essay before I even write an essay.

Staked (James 3)

This dream was extremely long, and apparently it was in three parts, so I am having trouble remembering the beginning, but I was lucid.

I was following James down a dark cave. He was telling me important things, most of which I can't remember anymore. But we discussed three main things: I was to go on a mission. This mission was long, it was dangerous, and it could get scary at times. The gist of the mission was to locate a specific person in their dream and attack them.

"Cool," I thought. I'd already had a few lucid nightmares under my belt.

He continued to lead me down this dark cave until we entered a room with a dark, long winding staircase.



When we got to the bottom, we stood on the ledge of an underground lake full of green misty water.

"Charon!" James called out to the ferryman. This was weird, oh this was weird as hell (I'm so punny).

"Got a penny for the ferryman?" Charon asked. James scoffed and summoned two gold coins.

"Take her to the other side, she won't need a ride back," he then turned to me, "your team will be waiting for you."



I found myself in the middle of a bustling mall. I quickly found my team mates.

Our weapons of choice: glowing sky blue arrows and stakes. Interesting. We took a moment to look around the mall, trying to gather out who we were supposed to attack vs who was just a normal dream character. But it was seriously crowded here.



There were so many f'ing people. Nevertheless, we knew who we needed to attack. It was the people with the blue/black energy signatures. They seemed to be in the middle of everything, as if protected by the swarms of people.

One of my team mates shot an arrow at a random DC. The arrow hit, the DC fell to the ground, and then dematerialized. He raised an eyebrow, "and none of the DC's even notice?"

I tried the same. I pointed an arrow at a nearby DC and shot. The arrow impaled him. He looked up at me, as if annoyed. And then dematerialized.

No panic. No mass chaos. Creepy.

"Well...I guess we should get a move on, then?" I suggested to my team mates, who were all (not surprisingly) a little confused.

We converged: "So, I think that the DCs are guarding the people that we need to attack. I'm not sure if eliminating them will help, though it wouldn't hurt to find out."

We stalked the mall until we entered a small retail store with fewer people. One of our targets was there.

"We'll take the surrounding dream characters - you take the man," a team mate suggested to me.

Glowing blue arrows began to fly everywhere, illuminating the dark, mahogany room. I aimed my bow carefully and shot. My target turned around, a little stunned, and then laughed, pulling the arrow out of him.

"Not dead! NOT DEAD NOT DEAD!!" I yelled out. Mass confusion among my team mates. The target smiled wickedly. He raised his arms into the air, summoning something. Summoning his dream characters.

Suddenly, we were being ambushed by mobsters. Our team broke and flew in many different directions, but the mobsters flew too. FUCK.

I couldn't figure out why my shot hadn't killed him...but wait...THE STAKES. I reached into my bag and pulled out a white stake. Flying quickly, I located a target and fiercely swooped down in front of her, jamming the white stake into her heart. Blood gushed out from all directions and she collapsed. Nice.

"WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" One of my team mates called from above me, pointing to the door. He had already rounded up everyone else. We raced out of the doors of the malls, still being chased by the flying mobsters. We flew through mazes of city trying to lose them - and eventually we did.

Me, being a very fast flyer, was up ahead with a different team mate. We decided to stop to let everyone else catch up.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" He asked me with a smile, noticing that I was trying to hold back a laugh. We were waiting below some building and out of the window we heard music, but it was coming out all jumbled up and ridiculous. I was laughing at the dream.

"Pssshhh I bet you can't even dance to this," he laughed.

"Well! I probably can't!" I admitted. The song was so messed up, it was a mixture of Gangnam Style and Wiggle. He started trying to dance to it.

"I'm like, about 98.3% certain that's not how you do the Gangnam style!"

"Yeah, whatever, I was just being creative!" He laughed. Our team mates finally caught up to us and we regrouped.

"Okay - so, we have a few options. There is a layout to this dream I've noticed. It may seem endless, but its contained into sections. There is one part we haven't touched yet," he pointed to a map/directory.

"That looks pretty terrifying," I added, based on the picture. It was black with white scribbly writing.

"Yeah, but it's one of our last options."

We located the area in the dream and entered. It was a dark parking garage. Of course. I woke up.

abridged part: don't accept anything from DC, keeping the item with you keeps them alive (chocolate shop), more stakings, mass chaos erupts. moving sidewalk. everything definitely underground.

I was standing alongside a river. There was a bridge with a bunch of holes in it. Somewhere beneath the bridge, Scylla was lurking, ready to snatch me up if I wasn't quick enough. I was terrified. How was I going to cross the bridge?



The dream momentarily destabilized and I felt myself in my bed. Woah, weird! Oh wait, this is a dream!

"Well, if this is a dream, fuck this stupid bridge. I'm out of here!"

I flew up into the air. Holy shit this dream was so vivid. I could feel the warmth in the air, the wind brushing up against my face as I rose upwards, and the mist against the water. A slight fog hung over the river and I could feel all of the molecules of water brushing against me! I flew alongside the river, giving myself time to adjust to the dream.

James had given me hints on his whereabouts last time. Was my first mission simply to find him? Even if it wasn't, I had a lot of questions for him. His presence in my dreams had stumped me. The dream was destabilizing, dammit. I needed something to hold, to touch. I was starting to feel both the dream world and the outside world at the same time.

I landed briefly at my house and grabbed a branch. I felt its leaves and flowers. Once again, I had a sure footing in the dream. I flew off again and aerily picked a house that could look like James' house.

I landed outside the property. It was a small blue house surrounded by a black gate. The front lawn was green with life and trees and flowers. I opened the black gate and stepped on the sidewalk leading up to the house. Without knocking, I opened the front door and the screen door. I wasn't sure what I was going to find inside the house.

I walked into a living room, and saw James sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

"James!" I called out. He lifted his eyes from the newspaper and gave me a confused look before recognizing me. His appearances had changed shape but I could definitely feel that it was still him.

"Well! Hello, Zukin. I wasn't expecting your arrival at this time," he greeted.

"Yeah, well, I decided to come and see you. I have some questions," I admitted.

"Excellent. What are they?" He inquired.

"Well, first, why do you come in my dreams? Are you a part of me? My dream guide? Usually I can feel when something is part of me or if it's foreign...but you completely stump me," I said.

James hesitated, "I am not a part of you, no. My intentions? Well, Zukin, you need urgently to learn to sense the intentions of others in your dreams. I could very well be insecting."

"...insecting?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a term I invented...I could be in your dream, solely to take your life force; your energy."

"...Are you?" I asked suspiciously. He chuckled, without answering. I started looking around at his livingroom. Situated right next to us was a bookcase. The bookcase was filled with books about dreaming and...books with other people's names on them, like diaries or something.

"What are all these?" I asked.

"Some of them are books I've written. Others are logs of other dreamers whom I've come into contact with, like yourself." Some of the logs were really thick, as if the two dreamers had had a lifetime of contact with each other.

"I wish I could remember all of this better," I admitted, realizing that the titles and names on the books would fade when I woke up.

"It's probably better that you don't. Zukin, I have a question for you," he looked at me, studying my reaction, "do you notice a change in me, a change in my energy?"

"Yes, you seem...anxious," I responded, searching his energy for a reason. He nodded.

"....Were you expecting someone else today? Another dreamer?"

He nodded. I wasn't sure if I should feel dejected, or worried that someone a lot more powerful was about to walk through the door.

Suddenly, James ran fast. What the...?? I paused for a moment, not sure if I was supposed to chase after him. Well, why not? The dream was still going strong. I flew out the window, flying fast, eager to catch up. It didn't take that long, seconds perhaps. He had lead me to where a group of two or three other men were standing. He seemed surprised that I had not only found him again, but gotten here so fast. He shouldn't be so surprised, I thought to myself. Flying is my forte.

He greeted the men with names that I didn't recognize nor can remember, "this is Zukin, our unexpected guest."

One of the men raised his eyebrows, testing. "Well? Does she have any ability?" The man materialized a tennis ball and threw it at me. I caught it. Gees, I'm not a dog, I thought to myself!

I threw it back. This time, he threw it several hundred feet into the air, and with such force it became a blur. I raced up into the sky...caught it and threw it back.

"Hmpf," one of the other men materialized a weird ball, reminiscent of the snitch from Harry Potter. He threw it up into the air, but it had a mind of its own. It was swift, flying haphazardly evading my catch. I raced up into the air, swift as the snitch itself, lightning fast, and caught it. Hah, like I said, flying is my forte.

I returned to earth, revealing to the men that I had caught the snitch-ball.

One of the other men flung himself into the air, and initiated a race. It only took a race down the street for me to catch him.

"Well, she definitely isn't new at this," one of the men added.

"She definitely has potential," the other said. James looked over, proud, and I woke up.

I was super drunk and laying in bed. There were people coming in and out of my room, and it was getting extremely annoying. They started going through my stuff and that's when I decided that I had had it and it was time to get up. I went into the bathroom and washed my face thinking to myself, some people are so annoying! Might as well do a reality check....Oh...I'm dreaming! Wtf? I don't even remember falling asleep! I knew that James was waiting on me somewhere, but I wasn't entirely sure how to go about finding him. I've never ever been good at finding people in dreams.

"James!!" I called out. Nothing. I went downstairs and called his name again.

"Who are you calling out?" A girl from my house asked, giggling, aware that no James lived here. I ignored her question. "Well, whatever you're up to....nice dress!" She added and I noticed that she was wearing the same dress that I was today, except her colors were inverted. Of course. I didn't want to spend this whole dream looking for him, but I still wanted company, and saw my friend John sitting on the couch.

"Hey, wanna go outside and fly with me?" I asked.

"Yeah of course!" He replied with his classic 'let's do this!' smile. We went outside. Perfect day! He took my hand in his and he took off into the sky. I've never flown with anyone else before, so it was an interesting new feeling of our momentums pulling on one another. Everything was in perfect clarity.

"Oooohhh look! It's our house!" I pointed down. Our house had turned into a temple with a red roof. I didn't mention this is the last few dreams that I posted cause it didn't feel important at the time, but very recently when my dream pans out to view my house, it's been represented as a red temple.

"Let's stop there!" I flew down and landed roughly on the roof of the temple (it was actually very high up in the clouds, yet the trees were even taller!). There were other people on the roof too and it was impressive. John shared my enthusiam.

"Okay...I picked where to stop this time...it's your turn now to pick where we go!" I exclaimed. John's face lit up with excitement and we flew away.

"Okay...This might be terrifying," he added, "but stop flying, and just grab my hand." I did so and he immediately stopped flying upward and then raced downward! Ahhhh accelerated free fall!! Booo woke me up!

The beginning

I was at home, walking around, when I noticed that there were a lot of ants congregated in a corner. Strange. I walked outside and headed for the backyard when my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" I asked, the number was unfamiliar.

"It's James," a man answered.

"James who?"

There was a sigh on the other end. "Just James. I thought I'd call to let you know that we'll be seeing each other soon."

"Um, okay. Sounds good," I responded. He hung up. I shrugged it off, he probably had the wrong number. I dived in a nice cold pool.

My alarm woke me up. I hit snooze.

The Middle

I was at a house meeting, and a new guy who wanted to move in was introducing himself. He was really whacky, and started passing out dollar bills in order to "show us something." I couldn't believe that he was doing that. Some people were holding upwards 50 or 60 dollars in their hands. I looked back at mine again and the amount I was holding had changed, what?

"This isn't right," I whispered. He caught my confusion with his eyes and smiled.

"I think...I'm dreaming," I whispered, and looked at my hands for a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming.

"This, this was the purpose of this experiment," he announces to the room. Everyone else looks around in confusion. People start leaving. I look outside and notice that we are in a very mountainous area on the coast. The mountains are red. It's really beautiful. All the DCs are leaving, presumably fed up for being tricked. I stay behind, because I can feel that something is different here.

The man walks up to me and smiles, "There is a lot I need to explain to you before we begin. But finally, you are ready." He leads me over to the other side of the room. I notice that there is a monk guarding the entrance to the room. His robes are light brown.

The man points to a dark silver pendant. He begins explaining the pendant, and how energy flows through it. It's really hard for me to pay attention, because I'm so enlightened by everything else that is going on in this room. I can feel, deeply, that this room is a part of me. Hidden somewhere in my mind. I pay attention again, while he finishes up explaining the importance of this pendant.

A song comes on overhead, and it gives me the shivers because it's creepy. The man laughs and switches the song. We start talking to his associate. I observe the man...he feels alive, like a dream guide or spirit.

My alarm goes off...I hit the snooze button.

The End

The man and I are traveling in a car.

"There you are!" He greets me as I find myself in the dream. I watch as the sunlight flickers and dances through the green trees as we travel down a semi rural road. I hear a phone ringing. Is that my phone, in real life? The ring tone doesn't sound familiar. The man pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"Can I answer it?" I ask.

"Of course," he says with a smile. I flip open the phone.

"Hello? Zukin speaking!"

Silence.

"Oh, it's you." A female voice responds, hostile.

"Excuse me?"

"I just want to let you know that you shouldn't get too far ahead of yourself. There's things going on here that are beyond your control. You better watch your back. It may seem straightforward now, but it isn't. There are tests that you will need to pass."

She hung up.

"Who was it?" The man asked.

"Some chick," I responded. The man rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who I was talking about. Our journey was abruptly stopped short ahead. There was a fight going on on the road. Four or five dreamers had teamed together to fight some kind of beast. They were flying around him and smashing the beast into the concrete. Every time they did so, the concrete would form a rippling shockwave. I got the impression that the man knew them.

He pulled into a parking lot and lead me down a cellar into a rundown dormitory type area.

"This is where we live," he said, casually. The living conditions didn't look good.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"Because, like the woman told you, there will be tests. But we don't have time to start a new one today; There's been enough introductions for one day," he explained, resting himself into a red couch, "now, close your eyes and wake up."

"What's your name?" I asked, protesting that I would have to leave now. He didn't answer. Fine. I sat down on the couch next to him and closed my eyes and woke up. I felt so refreshed for once that there was no possible way I could fall back asleep.

~~~

WOOOOAHHHH. Awesome!
Well, he didn't tell me a name so it's gonna be James.

I was watching a movie with my mother. It was an abstract, independent horror film. It was disturbing in a very unusual way and it was black and white.

I become a part of the horror movie. I am now the main character.

I'm in a dark room. It's so dark I can't even see the walls. All that I can see is a little girl playing with a doll. But there is something standing behind her. It has long claws and burnt, black skin.

It reaches around her, she screams. The creature crushes the little girl's bones with his strength, and squeezes her until blood begins to drip out of her like a squeezed orange.



His black claws are so long that they encompass her entire body, squeezing every last drip of life out of her.

I am surrounded in the dark by this horrific creature. I run into the darkness.

I witness many deaths from this creature.

I find myself in a small castle. A symphony is playing in the middle of the room. There isn't any audience, just the symphony.

I listen to the man who plays the cello. The sound of his cello reverberates on every wall and comes back to my ears as perfection. He seems to lead the symphony with the melody of his cello.

I sense a change of atmosphere.

I am standing next to the staircase, above the symphony. I had been watching the man with the cello for so long that I had forgotten about the darkness, but felt it again.

I looked to my left and down the stone hallway. For a moment I thought I saw a presence. Things were turning black and white again, and the symphony began to slide their perfect melody into something darker.

"Not the cello player, not the cello player!" I think to myself, longing for whatever is coming to avoid him and his enchanting music.

I don't know where the creature is, but I can sense that it is getting closer.

I hear footsteps to my left. But then I hear them to my right.

I quickly glance to make sure everyone in the symphony is still alive, but when I look back up I see the darkness is beginning to return.

"Not the cello player, not him!" I scream in my mind.

I hear the clawing of the creature's claws against the marble. But I still can't tell where he is. I can feel him approaching. I hear his groan.

He appears below me, having crawled up the staircase's wall.

"It's not him I want, it's you," his raspy dark voice echoes towards me from the lowest layers of hell.

I paralyze in fear.

"And - It's you that is the monster, my dear."

Truth hit me like a bullet. It was me that had killed all of those innocent people, but I blocked that memory from my mind and replaced it with something that I could reason with. Because I had committed crimes only a monster could live with.

"And so I've clawed my way up from hell to drag you back down with me," the angel of darkness sneered.

I immediately woke up and was frozen in heavy sleep paralysis. My room was warping around me.

I slipped back into the darkness and continued to run, darkness chasing darkness.

I woke back up to sleep paralysis and eventually managed to get out of it.

Art Credit

I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party.

One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well.

This went on for awhile until we became relationship status.

At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions.

This creeped me out.

The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me.

"Why are you following me?!" I asked her.

"I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly.

"Excuse me, your story?"

"I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained.

Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one.

"If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that ruin things?"

"I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily.

She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three."

"And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?"

"Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence.

I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch.

I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die.

But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up.

I ran with this idea. Literally.

I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view.

I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape.

My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck?



It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen.

At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running.

And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over.

I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy.

That insensitive bitch.

I walked out of the strange room and back into town.

I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast.

So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice.

The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all.

He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

"Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything."

I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears.

"You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it.

He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will."

Fuck.

This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love.

So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him.

I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate.

I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again.

I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover.

I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering.

Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story.

We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed.

We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again?



Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit.

"Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him.

We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly.

"RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me.

"It's after you, not me!"

"JUST RUN!!!" He demanded.

I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house.

I wondered where on Earth I was.

There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside.

After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive.

"Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn.

I flipped the light switch on.

We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet."

She nodded her blonde head in obedience.

I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter.

We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next.

And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers.

"...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled.

"We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered.

"From who?"

"It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged.

She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left.

We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author.

My coworker was standing behind her.

"I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?"

We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified.

"Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered.

Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife.

He pushed me back, trying to protect me.

"Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet.

He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated.

In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?"

"Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up."

I refused.

"We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked.

I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning.

Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off.

I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already.

If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse.

Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life.

I thought about ending it.

If I committed suicide, then I would save his life.

But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story?

I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life.

I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide.

We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me.

"Sure."

"What will it be?" She asked.

"Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted.

While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on.



I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand.

It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her.

"You fucking prick!" She shrieked.

I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle.

"You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside.

Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for.

I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.

If the first sign of craziness is going crazy in dreams then I'm screwed.

Cut Cut Slash Slash

I was in Dread's room. Dread, Jin, and I were watching TV.

I start hearing voices.

They are voices of demons talking to me telling me that they are going to kill my friends.

What the serious fuck?

The voices of the demons tell me that they are coming. They tell me that there are three of them and there isn't any escaping my fate. They will kill my friends and then me.

I want to leave.

Dread and Jin ask me what's going on, but I'm too ashamed to tell them.

I look around the room. I'm seeing faces everywhere. They don't exist but my mind is picking up on patterns and translating them into faces.

I see the face of a burnt doll in Dread's closet.



I want to leave now.

The doll smiles wickedly and tells me that it is the first demon and the more powerful of the other two.

Dread and Jin take me back to my parent's house, sensing that something wasn't right with me.

When I come home, I find that we are celebrating someone's birthday. I look out the window of the front porch and see two little kids playing together. They are probably three or four years old.

When my mom sees them, she invites them inside. I instantly sense that there is something malignant about these children. The little girl is playing with a lighter and the little boy is just standing there strangely.

My mom puts the cake on the table. The little girl takes out her lighter and tries to light the candles.

I'm freaking out. I'm convinced that the little girl is one of the demons that the voices had talked about, and that she is a pyromaniac and wants to light the house on fire so that people die.

Everyone is telling me to calm down but I can't. I want the two little children to leave. I want everyone to leave. I want to leave.

I feel like there's something wrong with my brain. I can't tell if I am so delusional that my reality is completely warped or if what I am experiencing is true intuition telling me to leave. Nothing makes sense anymore.

After the birthday party, the little girl kills Dread and Jin. At least that's what I perceived to happen.

I run down the stairs and tell my mother that I am leaving now. I can't take this anymore! I don't know where I am going but it at least won't be here!

She gives me a strange look.

I try to explain what just happened but she looks completely perplexed.

I'm not even sure of what just happened, but I'm in a total state of disarray.

I get in the car.

But not before checking it twice.

I'm completely paranoid that the little demon boy is following me. I'm still seeing faces everywhere so I can't tell what's real or not. I catch a glimpse of a face in the trunk. The little boy was trying to come along with me.

I removed him from the trunk. He then killed my mother.

If I wasn't experiencing a psychotic break before, I was now.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know what was real or not. Voices were screaming at me and luring me into places. Everything wanted to kill me. I wanted to kill myself before the last demon could kill me.

I took a bottle of sleeping pills and laid down on my bed hoping it would all be over soon. I just wanted to die.

I watch as the last demon comes up to me. She has grown from her original doll size to the size of a large child. Her face still looks burnt and contorted.

I can't tell if I am hallucinating or not.

With a small burst of energy, I shove the remaining sleeping pills down her throat.

Fuck this. I don't feel like dying tonight.

I don't have any weapons except safety scissors. That'll do.

With all of my force, I stab the safety scissors into her skin. I can barely rip her skin. The safety scissors aren't sharp enough.

She laughs wickedly.

I shove her to the ground and start stabbing her with the scissors. I want to cut her heart out. I don't want this to be the way I die.

She just keeps laughing maniacally.

She tells me that even if I manage to kill her she will just come back for me again. And again. And again. And again.

She has been partially disfigured by the safety scissors but it's not enough. I'm feeling the effects of the pills. Shit. The pain began to build up and I was going in and out of consciousness while she continued to laugh.

Fuck you.

With the only energy I had remaining, I shoved the scissors through her heart. She was silenced.

And so was I.

I was at a daycare of sorts. We kept having many recesses in which we were all supposed to play outside together. I was being strange though, and kept stealing plates from the kitchen. I would take them outside and eat them.

After chewing on pottery for a few minutes, I decided to take a nap. I laid on the grass and rested against the brick wall. Several groups of students walked past me before I managed to fall asleep.

I awoke in a dark cellar. I was in the cellar of the daycare now. I walked back up to the front lawn where the other children were playing.

Something seemed off, so I did a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming. And of course, at that moment, everything seemed to heighten in clarity.

I had no lucid goals though. I wasn't sure what to do in this dream.

For a moment, I stood there on the street with nothing to do.

I flew up into the air and into the clouds. They were so beautiful and defined, full of life even though they were inanimate.

But no, I had done this before.

I flew back to the ground and landed on the sidewalk, still wondering how I should spend this dream.

And then it came to me. How would my dream respond if I asked for transcendence?

"Take me higher," I whispered.

Instantly, without my doing, I rose into the air.

Everything morphed around me. Not into anything new, but into hyper clarity...that's not even the right word. Everything surrounding me became a kaleidoscope pattern, but yet nothing changed at all.

"Higher" I whispered.

This soundtrack began to play and I began to move forward:



I can't exactly describe how I felt. It was similar to that of tripping - but more intense.

I was moving forward without my doing. The street ahead of me was coming towards me.

I was about to fly straight through a billboard, but I wasn't afraid. I simply passed right through.

"Higher," I whispered.

Everything began to move faster. I zoomed out of the city and in the process left my body behind.

My consciousness was now flying warp speed through the Earth (que really fucking epic music).

I was flying so fast through country roads, wilderness paths, and scenic highways that I could only perceive them as the rapid progression of pictures. A billion pictures flew past my eyes per second.

"Take me higher," I dared.

I surpassed the warp speed that I was already traveling and my consciousness was risen into the universe.

In front of me was a massive black hole. It was beautiful.



Holy shit.

And I was flying towards it at warp speed.

Could I go any higher than this?

I felt my consciousness being ripped apart as I reached the singularity.

"Higher," I whispered, at the last moment possible.

The last thing I saw was a tear in either the fabric of the universe, or the fabric that held my mind together. Or both. It pulsated orange.

I woke up in my bed at my parent's house. I felt heavy.

But this still felt like a dream.

I got up out of bed to write this in my journal. The time on the clock kept changing. I had known it all along - I was still dreaming. Yet, I was very paranoid about forgetting the last dream that had just occurred.

I ran up the stairs. My mother was washing dishes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

That was a really good question. What was I going to do now? I felt like nothing could surpass what had just happened, and I didn't want to forget it either.

"Maybe I'm just going to sit on the porch and enjoy nature or something," I asked.

"You have a lot you need to do, you shouldn't be wasting your time right now," she scorned.

"It's a dream," I flat out told her.

"One of these days you're just going to lose it," she warned.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her and proceeded to the porch.

There was a white rose growing against the warped siding. I sat down beside it. I could feel its warmth.

I wanted to experience again what happened earlier, but every time I tried I got a blazing headache. I decided to just let it be, and woke up for real.



I just reread through that again and I have to admit that my description of that dream does not do it any justice whatsoever...

There is going to be a "history graph" tomorrow (in my Thread-DJ (click)). It won't be totally interesting because I haven't been marking my dreams with the app or actually using the reminders, but it will be a start for what's to come.

I was with Dread and I was lucid. We were in a video game palace room. The room was kind of small, but it had a porch. From the porch, I realized that this room was suspended in air. Some of the walls were made out of leafs, other glass, and some marble.

Dread was lucid as well. We were enjoying each other's company , but this annoying woman was invading our space. Somehow, we knew her name. Her name was Angel.

She kept trying to get in between us and/or kept trying to focus the attention on herself. We eventually managed to push her out of our dream.

I was playing around and showed Dread how I could pull energy out of myself and watch it suspend in the air. My energy was made up of two different elements: Feminine and Masculine. Words were written within the energies, and we watched as they slowly changed and morphed.

At one point, Dread got too excited and woke up. I knew he'd be back in a few minutes, so I spent some time fixing our palace. Some of the marble blocks were falling out of place, so I'd try to push them back in. It was difficult because they wanted to remain where they were, so they'd just snap back into their incorrect positions.

When Dread came back, I snapped to where he was, which was slightly different in terms of scene.

He rekindled my lucidness and we started talking about our dreams together, and the leafy palace.

Here I am not sure if what I said was a product of false dream memory, or if it was really true: But basically, I remembered that this was a common occurrence for us - that this lucid dream of a leafy castle was not the first, second, or third time that we have been here. That this happened often, but the dream memories usually were lost from deep sleep and stress.

I'm not sure whether to believe myself or not. I find that when I am closer to the dream state, AKA experiencing HH or about to enter a dream, I can recall dreams that I had forgotten before, which are verifiable when I wake up.

It was my turn to get too excited, and woke up.

Spoiler for Sleep Graph for Feb 18:

86%
I think I figured out how to mark my lucids/dreams on the graph, but I can only do it when the actigraph is still collecting data.

This dream was HYPER-vivid.

I'm standing at a bus stop. It's dark outside. It's cold. And it's raining.

"That asshole stood me up," a girl remarks, pissed off.

"Can't you just teleport to him?" Her friend replies.

"Fuck, I can teleport here and there, but not TO him."

She demonstrates to her friend how she can teleport around the area.

"I don't know how to teleport to where he is," she whispers, shamefully.

"Then we'll just have to leave without him. Screw him!" Her friend calls out.

Around this time, another girl enters the scene. The two girls start walking away and I feel inclined to follow them. I feel stuck to their presence.

The fourth girl tags along with me.

It's raining really hard outside and I can feel the rain seeping through my shoes. My socks are getting really wet. I can hear the squishing of water, and it really bothers me.

All four of us girls walk into an entirely new scene. It's daytime outside and it's snowing now.

One of the first girls smirks as she looks out past the sidewalk and into an abandoned lot. The lot has piles of snow buildup.

She turns around at us, smirking, and says, "I hear a girl committed suicide here. They say she left hundreds of suicide notes and buried them in the snow. Everyday she would make a new note, hoping that someone would find it and respond to her cry for help."

We start walking over the hilly, snow covered terrain.

Before my eyes, I can almost see the sad hills bursting out with her suicide notes, unable to hold back their paper tears any longer.

"I think they removed most of them," the other girl remarks and sits down in the snow. We sit down with her.

She casually brushes off the snow from the ground and reveals a letter that must have been left behind.

She opens it and grins, looking to her friend who seems to acknowledge her.

"I should have known before," she says, grinning, "that all of this really doesn't exist."

"Yeah? And?" Her friend encourages her to go on.

"And that really, none of you exist apart from my own mind," she continues, "that I am the main character of this narration, and all three of you are just the supporting roles here."

Her friend smiles at her discovery and adds, "Except me."

"Right," she replies, though I sensed uncertainty.

A character in the dream determined that I was a dream character in her dream, and it DIDN'T EVEN REGISTER WITH ME. WHAT THE FUCK.

I am now one hundred percent convinced that we could actively be senseless dream characters in other people's dreams. Because her telling me that didn't even phase me in the slightest. That's messed up.

"I think we have some things that we need to attend to," her friend adds after a moment of silence.

"Right! If he doesn't come to us, then we should find him instead," The Lucid Girl replies.

I eventually gather that The Lucid Girl and her friend are searching for her exboyfriend because he wronged her in some way. The fourth girl, who will be named later, and I are so far just tagging along.

We leave the snowy remains of the realm of the hills who are bursting with paper tears and come upon a castle almost hidden in the snowfall.

We walk through the garden and into the front door. It seemed easy enough.

Until everything went HORIZONTAL.

"WOAH!" All of us suddenly scream. Instead of walking on the floor, we are walking on the walls!

"I think it's a trap to deter wanderers," her friend announces, "if we keep walking it should go back to normal."

We walk through the next door. Gravity returns to normal, however the surroundings of this room look worse than the first.

"He's been here. I sense it," the fourth girl, who has been relatively quiet up until now, whispers.

The room is dim. It has a checkerboard style floor, but the only things in the room are a broken TV and a ransacked armoire. The television is buzzing with static. One of the girls turns it off.

The room is dim and dark. The vibes here are not only strange, but disturbed.

"He's definitely somewhere in this castle," the fourth girl adds. I can feel that she seems to be bursting with psychic energy.

"This place is a maze."

We walk out the front door and summon a ladder to access the second floor through the window, as we can't find any staircases which lead up to it.

The second floor is darker than the first.

"I feel as if he's not the only one in this castle," The Psychic One whispers. Indeed, I feel it too. There is a dark energy here. And it's lurking all around us. Following us.

I hear a strange noise coming from a nearby room. I split from the group to investigate it. The noise leads me to a bathroom and towards a drain. I watch as the drain regurgitates water and green muck.

The other girls wonder where I am and find me standing here in the bathroom, puzzled.

"What's wrong with that drain?" The Lucid Girl asks.

"Don't go near it," the Psychic One whispers darkly.

"Why not?"

"That drain reeks with dark energy. Whatever entity is living in that drain will pull you down with it," the Psychic One replies.

The two other girls listen to her warning, but not closely. The dark energy coming from the drain lures them closer. The drain gurgles as it spits up water and green muck.

I can't take what I'm about to see. I try to pull them away from the drain at first, but their curiosity is peaked. The Psychic One tells me not to bother.

I run from the room, knowing also what is about to occur. And I don't want to see it.

I run out of the bathroom and past one of the mainrooms where the Psychic One is standing.

"Wait!" She calls out, but I run past her.

I run out to the garden where we came in. I am perplexed to find that it is night time.

And before me are hundreds, if not thousands, of twinkling fireflies.

They buzz before me in the garden where the morning glories bloom on a white trellis.

The fireflies surround me. They unite as one and become a beautiful blooming flower, which takes me on its petals and floats into the air.

I fly on the petals of the flower higher and higher into the sky and they lead me to the highest point on the castle - a single tower.

I see as the Psychic One becomes alarmed at my disappearance. She runs out to the garden and another army of fireflies takes her away.

They fly her across an ocean of lava and gently set her down on a single island amongst a sea of lava. On the horizon she can see a castle. It is a different castle. It is the enemy castle.

Both of us are concerned as to whether the fireflies were trying to help us on our journey, or if they are just another curse in the castle.

Got awoken right then.

Um...I blame this dream on reading Oneironaut's dream journal before bed...

There were some DV members in this dream, but I am just going to leave it vague.

It was the next semester at college, and I decided to be proactive this semester and join a club. The club was stationed in our dormitory, and it met nearly everyday in a dark office room.

Everything was fine at first. The club was just a meeting place for people with similar interests.

Over time, the club began to centralize its power until it developed, basically, into a cult.

The cult was headed by a man, who was often influenced by another woman in the club.

She reminded me of Bellatrix.

The cult took a dark turn for the worse when the woman announced that it had always been her fantasy to kill a person, and then dissect them.

Thus, the cult rapidly evolved into a murder-cult.

Everyday, the ring leader would order the members, who were lower in power, to find a victim. They would lure the victim into our dark, stone room, where the ringleader would then usually slit his or her throat.

After killing the victim, they would set his or her body on the table and cut apart the innards.

When they were finished, they ordered their members to dispose of the corpse in the abandoned highschool down the street.

A few of us realized that this is NOT the club that we had signed up for!

One of the girls decided to stand up against the members who were abusing their power. She told them off and said that she was not only leaving this group, but calling the cops.

The next day, when we came to the club/cult meeting, we found her corpse on the table. It had been made known to us that if anyone dare leave this cult or step out of line, this would be the result.

The situation kept getting darker and darker. The ringleader had suspicions that people were on to us. They would give us strange looks.

One gloomy evening, when the ring leader and several of his followers were in engaging in the mutilation of their most recent victim, I was finding myself barely able to take this anymore. I knew that there had been a silent resistance forming, but all of us seemed powerless against them.

I knew that any minute, I was about to stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. There was a fire growing inside me.

I was merely seconds from telling them off when a student walked in the door, which the ringleaders had forgotten to lock.

"Oh, wrong classroom," he muttered at first. But when his eyes caught sight of the mutilated corpse on the table he took a few steps back and ran out of the room.

"Make it look like nothing happened here!" The ringleader ordered, suddenly. But everyone was too paralyzed to do anything about the situation. The members who had little power, but were involved in the group enough to struggle for more power, were the only ones who had decided to actually follow the orders of the ringleader. They disposed of the body and cleaned up the crime scene before the cops arrived.

I decided, from that day on, that I was done with clubs. Never again.

I went back to my dorm, realizing that I would probably need therapy for the rest of my life to get over that. Rumors were already spreading all over the school about a cult that would kill and mutilate people.

My room mate caught wind that I had been involved in this cult and pushed me down the stairs while yelling about how wrong it is to kill twenty-two people. I wanted to tell her that I had nothing to do with the slaying of these people, but I knew that that statement was false. If I could have worked up the courage to alert the authorities even after the first slaying, twenty-one people could still be alive.

I was already hearing about the arrests of the ringleader and his closest followers, and I knew that they were coming for me too.

I looked out my dorm window, and wished that a blue-purple feather would fall down from the sky, and I wished that I could sprout beautiful blue-purple wings and just fly away...

Backwards Dimensions

I was with a group of friends and we didn't have a place to live so we decided to stay the night in the old house where I used to live. I was creeped out just being there, but I didn't tell the others why. I kept seeing things in the corner of my eyes and kept getting weird vibes. The house was a mixture of the old house in its original form and the new house.

Everyone had gone to bed but I was still awake. I went to the kitchen. Here I just decided to become lucid. More often than not, I already just know that I am dreaming but I don't really care enough to change the scene.

I was standing across the kitchen counter. It was night outside. I was holding a gun, and I don't know why. I wanted one last confirmation that it was a dream, however, if I had even a doubt that it was a dream I would have never performed this action.

I took my gun and then shot the window twice. I looked away and looked back. My suspicions were validated when I saw that the window had instantly repaired itself and went back to its normal state.

With masochistic pleasure I shot my hand. I laughed when the bullet hit my palm and just instantly dissolved. I had landed myself in a Zukin Dream Night. When it's day time everything is pure and fine, but when night time hits and I am lucid, creepy things run about!

I decided to be a part of the creepy lurkers and ran upstairs through the darkness and into the bathroom. I switched on the light but it didn't turn on. I realized quickly that I should have known that the light wouldn't turn on!

I looked at myself through the mirror. In the darkness I could barely make out my eyes. My reflection seemed to mirror not my actions, but what I was thinking. With sinister eyes, my reflection beckoned me to come through the mirror.

I climbed on the cabinet and touched my hand to the mirror. My reflection did the same as I and I pushed through the solid glass and into the next dimension. I stood there, now, with my reflection wondering if she was me or if I was her.

This dimension that I had been enticed into did not feel any kinder than the previous. It felt backwards and sinister. Realizing this, I stepped backwards and away from my hungry reflection until it was too late to realize that I had walked backwards into an even lower dimension.

The way to best describe this is when you have two mirrors across or adjacent to each other and these mirrors reflect off of each other and in the mirror you can see what looks like an infinite amount of mirrors continuing on forever. I kept walking backwards into the next mirror down, and I continuously did this about six or seven times until I had reached such a low point of existence that I was sort of shocked awake and lucid again.

I had been watching my reflection being eaten by some kind of swamp monster - even the hunter had been hunted in this low dimension. I immediately jumped back forward again and started leaving in the way I came, passing through six or seven mirrors and dimensions until I returned to the dimly lit bathroom from which I came.

Fun fact: This was the first time in my entire life that I have dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.

Zombie Portal

I was in a darkened store. We had discovered that the elevator had broken.

The elevator had turned into a portal for zombies.

We teamed up and got as many weapons as we could from the store, shovels, knives, etc - anything sharp or deadly. I was left with sharp little darts. They would only be effective if I could attack the zombies from a distance. I remember that I was wearing a yellow jacket. The jacket had pockets in the front where I could keep my extra darts.

The zombies would come out from the elevator portal. Their flesh was falling off of their face. We tried to kill as many as we could on the first round, but many would escape to seek prey around the store.

Joe and I decided to go and hunt the rogue zombies. We were disappointed and disheartened to find many of our teammates dead on the floor. If they were bitten by the zombies, they too would also become a zombie soon.

We spotted a rogue zombie and I began throwing my sharp darts at it. I was surprised at how well they worked. Straight through the heart!

Unfortunately, they only worked so well. The zombie continued to creep towards me. Once it got close enough to me, I could recognize that it was the face of a fellow peer. The face was now disfigured, gray, and emotionless. Stripped of any liveliness that it once contained.

I didn't have a knife to defend myself, so I pushed the darts through his body and knocked the zombie to the floor. It took me down with it for a fight to the death. I didn't know zombies could bleed, but I figured that they could when I began to engage in Zukin Slaughter (a term for when I begin to overkill my enemy).

Once the zombie had been slaughtered, I proceeded to find Joe.

I took him from his slaughtering and lead him down a long dark hallway, in which he protested every minute of as it was very very creepy. The hallway was something out of a Harry Potter castle. Dark and wet and arched. Because there wasn't any life here, there also wasn't any zombies.

I took him to what was supposedly my dorm.

"Joe, I need to die," I pleaded.

"Why?" He asked.

"They got me," I returned. I showed him my stomach. The top part had been lacerated so badly all that was visible in the moonlight that poured out from the window was blood.

"I don't want to become one of them," I whispered.

In that moment, Joe had a powerful vision. He saw all of the names of the survivors etched in gold. All of the names of the heroes.

"I need to help them," He assured, "quiet, listen." We heard footsteps outside of the door. We weren't sure if it was zombie or human.

"I need to go," Joe announced. And I was left there in the quiet dorm with the moonlight as my only companion. The door was locked behind him as he left.

Mean Chick

I was moving into the dorm. Mine was a mess. Somebody had left all of their belongings here last year.

I remember being at an auditorium. There was a girl sitting next to me who had very short platinum blonde hair. She took my hand in a strange protective manner.

There was also a girl who was being mean spirited. She was getting physically violent with the other girls.

What interests me the most about this dream though was the girl with the short platinum blonde hair. She followed me throughout the dream.

In my DJ I also wrote "syringe and self hate"...Yeah I don't really know what I meant by that

I was running from the government. They were men in suits watching, waiting, and chasing.

I could defy the laws of physics, and that is how I was able to escape - but barely. I could run at unquestionable speeds and leap over any obstacle.

They had guns and knifes. It didn't particularly bother me, it just occasionally captured my attention.

I know I couldn't completely defeat them for now, but I could escape for the time being.

I sprinted until time bended warped around me. Until I had run into another place and era.

I saw people standing on a green lawn. The sky was blue and it was a perfect summer day. I had ran straight into a completely different dream. I went from a dreary cityscape to a perfect summer day in the country. I could smell the fresh cut grass and the excitement in the air.

I also felt the presence of someone I used to know.

I looked over and saw an old friend of mine. I had known him a couple years ago. He was the German exchange student who I became good friends with. I had missed him so much.

I leaped into a hug and felt his wonderful warm energy. I knew that this could be a dream, but he wasn't. No dream character has energy that shines so brightly.

"I have missed you too much," I told him. We recalled our days of when we knew each other, and perhaps future days of meeting up again.

We were interrupted by the damn government again.