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I dreamt that I had a sickness similar to smallpox ,first it popped up on my hand then on my whole body.
There were black\dark brownish blisters on my limbs , and little tiny reddish- brownish pimples around them , my skin was burning . It was really freaky . I went to the doctor, and I waited. But then I woke up.

Pretty cool nightmare. I'd entered some kind of 'other dimension' populated entirely by supernatural killers, one of which was Pennywise the Dancing Clown. It began innocently enough, with me strolling through what looked like a library, though it also sold candy and reminded me of the candy shop in my local movie theater. Suddenly I heard a disembodied voice mock me, and the scene turned dark and scary instantly. There was a scene where I saw a man walking, and every time he appeared again (he walked behind objects sometimes) his face turned gruesome, looked straight at me and screamed loudly in a very demonic manner. There were way more scenes, most of which I forgot. In the end, I found the exit. It was guarded by Pennywise himself. I managed to convince the beast it was best to let me leave, but it was a very tense moment. Pennywise constantly vanished and then reappeared somewhere else right outside my field of vision, right when I was slowly advancing towards the exit gate while trying to convince It. I got out of the gate and found myself back in the "normal" dream world. I immediately flew away as fast as I could. Somehow, as I was escaping, I felt like I *was* one of the monsters.

Two days ago I was standing on a wooden platform just inches above water. I was watching a huge fish swim below me. The more I looked, more I saw it and it turned out to be a great white shark. Mostly I only see big black fish with white spots, like behind a dirty glass. We were going to swim and play in the water, so we watched for it to stay away and we picked a spot where we thought it wont go to.

Standing on a low seawall. Looking at a clear water with pebbles on the bottom. Only a few inches deep, getting a bit deeper a few steps further in. Someone jumps in and I realize the water is cold, But I love water and it looks so inviting. Plus the pebbles and sea shells are intriguing and with great pleasure, I jump in feet first. We are all fully dressed and I know I will be wet up to my knees, but I don't mind one bit. I keep looking into water for sea shells and I'm happy.

[I have noticed something interesting about my dreams, but mostly about lucid dreams. Sometimes I can't see far. (Sometimes yes, with binocular vision, or without it). But it can happen, that I only see my immediate surroundings. Rest is like black walls. As if I was on the set and that's the only place. Behind it is just walls and something else, but not the dream scene.]

Last night:
I was walking up the street in my home town, from direction of my high school. As I got to the intersection, it was blocked off with some kind of a checkpoint with ropes blocking the way. Bad guys were standing there. I was with others and we were not gonna have it. I got an automatic rifle, went behind the bad guys and started killing them.

There was a car accident on the highway below (multi-level highway, I was on an elevated road, looking down on the 'main' highway below). I ran towards the edge and jumped down, knowing fully well I would float down safely. I think I wanted to help? Anyway, cops were there, and I get very nervous they might see my taser and tactical equipment... which is all illegal where I live... so I decided to fly off when they weren't looking. However, as I reached the altitude of nearby rooftops, I scared some birds and they caught the lady cop's attention. She saw me, but couldn't do anything to stop me anyway.

I was in an industrial-looking environment. I don't remember why, but I tossed a bottle of compressed gas (air, or something more explosive) at two welders. The bottle exploded and presumably killed one of them. Or at least knocked him out. The other one, a woman, followed me into another room and attacked me. There was a brief fight, and then I beat her to death using a kind of stick. Turns out 'she' was transsexual.

In a slightly less horrific dream, I felt guilt over going to the movies because I have no job at the moment. That dream isn't even a dream, it's just reality.

When I woke up I was on a hard hospital bed. My body ached and for some reason I was being forced out of the room. When I finally stepped into the bright light I realized I was in the psych ward I worked in, but this time I was a patient. I vaguely remember being in a courtroom. Facing charges for telling someone I would kill them with my gun. Except I hadn't told anyone that and I didn't even own a gun. Even though I tried explaining this to a judge he would have none of it. As I looked around the room I saw an empty seat and as I sat I curled my legs under me so my chin was resting on my knees. As the other patients came in two girls came and sat beside me. I was too tired to eat breakfast, when one of the counselors came in he rested a hand on my shoulder and looked at me. Almost as if he was trying to console me without speaking. Then he announced that therapy would be upstairs today. As the familiar wave of groans spouted like daisies he turned around and walked away. Shortly afterwards we all got up and walked towards the stairs and he called them all at once except for me. For new patients you got an initial assessment, that could sometimes take hours. As they all filed upstairs I looked at the walls,there were watercolor paintings pinned up neatly and miscellaneous papers laying on the ground. Some had been trampled on and others were merely crushed, skewn across the hall. Whenever it was my turn cole came and got me. "I thought you were dead," I stated in suprise. His bright yellow apparel almost blinding me as he rode a bright yellow electric scooter towards me. "So did I" he answered. As we got to the counselors office door cole came to his little office right outside the door. There he and another man sat and began typing on their computers. I opened the door and walked inside. Thr room was dark and had a bit of a greenish hue. There were wires and scattered sewing mannequins everywhere. I even spotted a small bed covered in bags. As I walked in the room further I spied a woman in a similiar green dress. She had some sort of military patch sewn into her dress. Which was odd because it was obviously not a military uniform. As I approached her she spoke, "Come sit on my lap." "No thank you," I replied. "Why not,almost everyone sits on my lap," she goaded with her innocent elderly voice. I shot another look around the room before zi retorted," it's just a personal preference." As she slapped her lap motioning me to sit on her thigh my alarm went off.

I had sex with LU5 and L1L. sex with L1L felt like she ended up liking me after suppressing me for a while. to add context in waking life, she ignored me on social media after i answered yes to her asking me if i like her while she had a boyfriend.

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(more jetlag dreaming)

In which I show off in front of people I knew as a teenager, then turn into a child...

I'm in my childhood home once again. The dining room is a giant swimming pool. The only light in the room comes up through the water, a greenish glowing light that casts wave patterns on the dark walls. The room echoes with a bubbling sound, as if we are listening to an aquarium filter.

S is sitting at one edge of the pool, leading a meeting about something very important. A couple dozen people are sitting on underwater benches as if they were all in a hot tub. They have clip boards and are taking notes. S is making a presentation. I should be in attendance. I feel guilty for arriving late. There are a few other stragglers and she calls us over without naming any of us individually. I know she's done this so that I'm not singled out. I walk around the perimeter of the pool, but I don't see a place for me to sit. I will have to join someone else. I look at the people gathered, hoping to find someone who will let me sit with them. I don't know or trust any of the gathered people very well; I have not seen most of them since I was a child. S has stayed in touch with more people from our home town than I have.

After walking most of the way around the pool, I finally settle on DWG. The alternative is to draw attention to myself by acknowledging that there is no place for me to sit and causing a scene by making others move. Even though S is a very close friend and the meeting is important to her, I feel like I can't do this, so I take my chances that DWG will accept me. I haven't seen him since we were teenagers, but he's still looking hip and attractive. Most of the other men present have a frumpy middle-aged look about them. I dive into the pool, swim over to DWG and slide up to rest in his lap. I lean back so that my head is against his chest and my arms are draped across his legs. From the outside, I look casual and confident, as if DWG and I have an existing relationship. Internally I'm hoping he won't reject me. I'd be humiliated.

He plays along. He accepts me as casually as I approach him. He puts his hand on my chin and turns my face up to kiss him. It's electrifying. I'm happy that we still have so much chemistry decades later. I know that the public display is inappropriate, but I'm also enjoying the attention. Of course the mature part of my personality knows that no one cares what we've been up to since high school and that making out in a meeting is annoying and selfish, but the sneering and self-absorbed side is satisfied to show off. We are beautiful. Our lives are interesting. High school was worse for us than the rest of them, but we've made it well into adulthood without their dullness. And now we're alive with sexual electricity.

Everyone else disappears and the dream just becomes a typical sex dream except we're in the water so my body feels light in his lap. I'm facing him now and his hands are on my hips. But when I look down at his penis, I see that there are feathers sticking up, like a comb, on the head. He notices that I'm surprised. He says, "that's why it's called a cock".

Now we are on a school bus. We are younger. DWG pulls up his pants and I sit next to him on a bus seat. I look out the window at a cow pasture and see a bull mount a heifer. I look back at DWG, but now he is JAB. This makes sense because we are children. I look down at my shoes with delight- they dangle above the bus floor. JAB tells me that I've missed my stop.

I grab my backpack and walk towards the front of the bus. The driver is Ms. L, as obese and brash as ever. She's smoking a cigarette and thumping her hands on the steering wheel to Don't Mess With My TuTu, blaring with static from the portable radio sitting on the dash. I tell her that she's passed my house without letting me out. She responds that it's my own fault. If I hadn't been sucking on a boy's face, I would've noticed.

She stops the bus right there in the cow pasture and tells me to get out. It's only a mile or so home, and I know the way. I climb over the barbed wire, but my skirt gets hung and tears. I slosh through the muddy field with a torn skirt, kicking the crawdaddy mounds along the way.

In which I help a dead girl find her remains and lead two living girls to a seance...

We're in the main hallway of my childhood home. A young girl is with me. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail and held with a scrunchy. She's leading me around the corner from the foyer and into the carpeted hall to the bathroom where she will show me where her remains are hidden. She can't touch anything herself since she's dead already. I open the bathroom door as she directs, and she points at the base of the tub which is made up of two porcelain squares, caulked together. I've never noticed that they are walls to hollow compartments. The girl insists that I push on the square to the right, and the compartment opens, revealing a baking tray with rectangular pieces of pizza. I look more closely and see that these pieces of pizza are her bones.

I walk into my parents' room where there are two other girls, but these are alive. The dead girl insists that these two living girls are key witnesses to her murder. We must only convince them to walk down the main hall and into the dark living where a medium is holding a conference of ghosts where they must testify. The girls are reluctant to trust me, and they are terrified of the dead girl. As I'm trying to persuade them, Buster runs into the room with the pizza-bones in his mouth. I wrestle the remains from him, but they are already destroyed. The dead girl and I rush to the bathroom to see if there are any remains to salvage. Most of the evidence is destroyed. The dead girl starts to cry, and I feel guilty and foolish for leaving the door open. Since the dead girl is a ghost with no material substance, I can't comfort her. I just watch her cry. I'm useless.

Then the two living girls peer around the corner into the bathroom. Seeing the dead girl cry, they feel less scared. She is their age, and they are compassionate. The bolder of the two enters the bathroom, and I explain the situation. She gets down on her hands and knees and looks into the empty tub compartment. She reaches her hand deep inside and pulls out a small human jaw bone, intact with a complete set of teeth. It's more than enough remains to both identify the dead girl and to use as evidence at the ghost conference. Now I've only got to convince the girls to follow us into the living room.

The thrill of the mystery motivates them now, but they are still afraid of what awaits us in the living room. It's dark, so all we can see are the candles and swaying figures. We can't tell who is living or dead. I assure the girls that it doesn't matter which are the ghosts and which are the living as they are all harmless people who only wish to work for justice. But as I'm saying it, I realize that I have no idea if this is true or not. I could be leading these two girls into danger. I'm surprised at myself for being so reckless with young children. It doesn't seem right, and I pause at the front door of the main hall. I realize that the responsible adult thing to do would be to grab the hands of the two living girls, throw open the front door, and run- leaving the poor dead girl to the ghosts where she belongs now. But the two girls now are excited by the thrill. Rather than being terrified, they are now tantalized. They've fallen into a pattern in which the bolder girl claims that she is not afraid and will go ahead. The more timid girl urges her on but stays behind herself. The bolder girl, though she's just as scared, refuses to lose face and so steps forward. The more timid girl follows, holding her hand. And like this, the two girls step into the dark living room. I should have taken control of the situation like a grownup but instead I stand with the dead girl and just watch them.

A medium is holding a seance. The room is full of ghosts. It's cold and dark. The two girls start to tell their story. Immediately, the house starts to shake. I hear a bell ringing and my heart jumps.

I get out of bed and walk into the dining room. The bell rings again. I pause in front of the table and look around. I'm disoriented. I try to assess where I am and what is ringing. I think to myself, I'm alone. I don't know anything else. I don't know where I am.

Suddenly, my mother-in-law steps past me. I recognize her, but I'm still disoriented. She tells me that she'll get the door. I still stand there, disoriented. I understand the words. I realize that the ringing is the door bell. But I don't really understand what is going on. My husband walks in. I realize I look foolish. I try to explain that I'm so sleepy that I was confused about the sound. The words feel heavy in my mouth. I can tell by the looks on their faces that I'm not making sense. I decide to shut up before I talk in my sleep. I turn around and walk back to the bedroom.

Had a lucid this morning via the fundamentals of lucid dreaming. Dream Journal, Reality Checks, WBTB and MILD.

This was a part of before yesterdays dream.

I was laying on a bed somewhat aware it was a dream but I felt kind of odd. It felt like there was a little girl and older women(30s?) Inside of me. "I feel like I'm three people"I said out loud. But just as I was about to get up the dream shifted.

I was mindlessly watching a scene unfold in a Inyuasha setting. It was morning and there was people in indigenous garments with patterns sitting by a bar table and observing their clothes. The scene than went to Inyuasha who was sitting near the tree next to kagome who looked like a mesh of kikiyo and haru from Rurouni Kension. But when sango came back with Maroku, kagome got up and shot an arrow on a ivory treasure on the ground. She than began to cheer on a man who was trying to complete a challenge. "Kagome? She never cheers anyone on. She's not acting like herself today". The group than continued to watch her concerned.

Nightmare

I was in a house with two guys who were running around and messing up the place for fun. Suddenly I ended up coming across a pill bottle that could talk and wanted me to overdose on it. I stopped it from flinging pills into my mouth, than it took its own pills and began to lose conscience. I told the guys that since I was lucid I would revive the thing and make a happy ending. One of them seemed excited about the outcome but than the other guy went to the kitchen and began chopping fish clumsily while laughing. After I revive the pill thing, the other guy joined him and while they started chopping nothing one lunged at his wrist and the other at his own stomach.The place than began to be slightly flooded by black liquid as the bigger one pressed his ripped wrist towards me to feel. Uncomfortable by their excitement I tried to change their personality but the dream shifted.

I was now looking at a lamp thinking I had woken up. But in the lamp wire a blue ball of energy began to flow. Seeing this I became scared that a fire would ensue. I unplugged it unsure if I would get electrocuted than felt the room temperature get hotter from an angle. Hearing the ambulance scared me more.

Another false awakening happened. But when I tried to turn on the lamp the light switch broke. I than looked to my side and saw a big wooden dresser and another bed to the side of it. Looking to the slightly open door I became frightened and asked to wake up. I woke up after that.

I went to bed really early last night, around 7:30. Woke up at 4, watched some TV, fell asleep on the sofa while hoping for some HH or a LD, then moved back to bed.

Laying on my stomach, still thinking of LDs, I felt something coming on. Started pushing my face in the pillow. At first it was just a normal pillow but after a few seconds, it gave way and I was pushing my head through it. I knew I'm in transition.

My legs started to rise higher and higher, while I encouraged the sensation. It was weird and so super cool, and I knew it's not natural for my body to bend backwards in my back area. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you!

I recall two fragments. The first one is more extense:

- I was in the top of what it looked a transmission tower. I think it was in the building process, and we were working to finish it that day but idk why i was working on it since i've never done that. Also the tower had a great altitude, maybe it was the tallest in the world. From up there you could see people on the ground as if they were ants.

It was something like this:



But i was up there with no security harness and i had to climb down since there were no stairs. I realized at that moment i was freightened to altitude but that wouldnt help me to go down, where i wanted to be. Since i knew i would be better off down in the ground than up there, and that it was more dangerous to stay there than go down, still freightened i began climbing down. It was weird but for some reason i wouldnt let go of the fear, and at those moments i was paralized at least for a few seconds, thinking about fear.

In reality even though very high altitudes kinda scare me im not that freightened, and im ok with normal altitudes. But now i see this is one my major dream signs.

I dont know how but after a moment i was in the ground. It was night and i was in a fantasy city, like if it was a Disney movie. Fat guys, like from comics of capitalism, came out of houses and made shows like if it was a musical, it was really weird. But i was cool since even though i didnt become lucid i knew there was something odd, like it wasnt real or it was like a production for a movie or something similar.

The second fragment:

I was in a dungeon maze. It was well built, but it was dark. I had a torch but its light was very weak. Suddenly i found myself in a pit with a lot of monsters (bugs) attacking me. I could survive a wave of them but i had to get out of there soon.

Hi everyone!
I had a dream last night.

I don't remember much of it, but I remember part of it. I was walking with someone, not anyone I recognised, but I got the feeling that the two of us were friends walking home from either a group activity, or perhaps shopping, as we were carrying bags with us.
Part way along the walk I noticed a person following behind us. On second glance he was carrying a grenade..! I was instantly panicked, and tried to get us to move faster. The person behind us was right on our tail though, and he suddenly pressed the button on the grenade. I knocked him down the hill with his bomb, but unfortunately he grabbed my friend's leg, and took her down the hill with him!

I then woke up, or so I thought.. I got out of bed like usual, and began to move over to my door. While I did so a shadowy figure followed straight behind me!

Then, I properly woke up!

no memory of my dream, but i remember having a false awakening at "3:00", pinching and trying to breathe through my nose and actually being able to, but waking up instantly once realizing what that meant. for some reason, i could only breathe through one nostril.