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Last night I had one of my many recurring dreams. I was walking with my son, talking then all of a sudden there was a very big bear about 20 feet away. I just stopped. My son started to turn to run, but I grabbed him, and told him not to. As we took a cautious step back, keeping our eyes on the bear, of course it saw us. It started to come towards us, so I stepped in front of my son. We moved backwards faster, then I took a quick look behind us to see where we could get to that the bear couldn't. Then we were running...then I woke up.

The recurring part is the bear. Sometimes I'm with my daughter, or alone. Classic 'monster chase' I guess....

There's a guy after me, but this time there is a female accomplice who is helping him. We're in a large deserted hotel style building, and I keep fleeing to higher floors while trying to get away. In the dream, the girl keeps seeing me and tipping off the guy where I'm at. On the top floor, i get to a room, and am forced to face the guy. He runs up to grab me, but I stab him with a paring knife in the chest. He stops, and I stab him again in the back before attempting to run away.

During a nap had another "chase" dream where I'm running from someone.... it's the 3rd on this week.

Im in a hurry while driving down a country road, there's 2 guys after me. I turn off onto a side road and turnj off the car. I feel relief when i see their mobster style car pass by.

[scene change]
I think I'm on a plane an fleeing to the front so get away from the 2 guys. I find a large walk-in closet and hide behind a bunch of coats, but leave to door open. The 2 men walk-by the closet and are looking in. One of them is quite distinct and ID him as a large white bald shaven man resembling Steve Austin in size. They apparently don't see me and disappear from sight.

I start to leave my hiding place but get grabbed and lifted off my feet and held out at arms lenght by the huge and who's now glaring at me. I feel afraid/panic and swing a large wide knife that stabs his face and cuts open his cheek and right eye. He screams and drops me and I start to run again! I can here him sounding pissed off shouting that he's going to kill me now!

Wake up, phones ringing.

[Wednesday, August 16th, 2012]

My dream recall is horrible... But I remember being in the middle of a small indoor lake. There was someone chasing after me, so I tried getting into a convenient turtle-driven boat. My companions and I were instantly turned into turtles ourselves. We hid behind the boat, and swam away slowly, so we weren't noticed. We gained quite a bit of distance before the pursuer (who now appeared as a turtle/humanoid entity) spotted us and began chase again. The room began to fill with white light the closer he got, until the dream ended.

Dream journals make me uncomfortable. Anytime I've ever tried to write down my dreams, and I've tried a lot, it always seems to diminish the true importance of the dream. I'm sure everyone here has experienced this. So, until I get comfortable enough to start putting my dreams on here, I'm going to write a few entries about my experience with lucid dreaming. This is kind of important anyway, because in order to understand any dreams I post, you kind of have to know my dreams have evolved.

Before I could lucid dream, I had a lot of nightmares. The very first dream I remember having (I think I was about four) was a nightmare:

I walked into a dark cave. In its belly was a massive snake with glowing red eyes, who (of course) could talk.

From then on, my dreams mainly consisted of nightmares. Some of them are slightly hilarious looking back:

A group of teenage boys with tattoos watched and laughed as a fried chicken leg chased me down and tried to eat me.

And some of them are still seriously disturbing:

I was laying in my bed (I was probably five at this point) playing with my favorite Lamb Chop doll. (This doll existed in real life.) It was one of those toys that had the pull-string on the back which you could pull and it would say something like "I love you!" or "Let's be friends!". In the dream, I was pulling on this string, giggling with delight when the doll said "There's a man at your window". I looked up and there was the dark silhouette of a man standing right outside.

But this was nothing compared to what would come later. When I was about six, my parents got me some bunk beds. I didn't have any siblings, so I got to have the bunk bed all to myself. (I would like to clarify, because I definitely don't want anyone to get the wrong impression, that my parents were very poor and I was definitely not given everything I wanted. This was just one of those special presents my parents saved up for.) Being a kid, I was excited to sleep on the top bunk. So I did, for several weeks. Until one day I finally decided to sleep on the bottom bunk. That night I had a dream that topped them all:

I was in a field of burning debris. Looking back, it resembled what we suspect a nuclear fallout would look like. I am running for my life, because I am being chased by a panther. I always instinctively knew it was a panther, even though I was too afraid to stop running or to look back.

Being a superstitious child, I refused to sleep on the bottom bunk again for a long time. Sometimes I would try to be brave (at the behest of my parents) and I would sleep on the bottom bunk again, only to have the same exact dream as before. I was convinced that there was something unlucky about sleeping on the bottom bunk. I realize now that I was actually beginning to control my dreams without realizing it. I had convinced myself that sleeping on the bottom bunk would give me this dream, and it did.

Then one day I overheard my dad telling my mother that he heard something interesting on the radio. If you are having a dream that you are being chased by something, you should simply turn around and ask the thing that is chasing you why it is chasing you in the first place! My parents laughed about this and said something along the lines of "What idiots! You can't just do that in a dream!". But that night, I crept into the bottom bunk without telling my parents (I didn't want to make a big deal of it) and this is what I dreamt:

I was back in the field of debris being chased by the panther. But this time I stopped running immediately and turned around to face the panther. She was beautiful. She stopped immediately and sat down, looking at me curiously. I asked her why she was chasing me. She smiled and said "Ah, you listened to your parents. Good," and sleekly ran away.

I immediately woke up. I can't even begin to explain my excitement. I'm sure I told my parents what happened, but I'm pretty sure they just patted me on the head and told me to go play outside or something. But everything about my life changed from that night. I had a secret super power.

my dream began with me taking a tour of this 'museum' of the worlds cutest kittens and man..my dreaming mind sure knows how to conjure up the cutest fucking kittens you have ever seen. One was pink and had was fluffy like some kind of ridiculous panda or something. it was making this ultimately 'cute' noise, almost sounded like a bird cooing. im not obsessed with kittens or anything but i was definately impressed

anyway..
after i was done checking out these kittens i had to go pay. i go up to the counter and the receptionist tells me the kitten tour was $30 and there was some kind of levy that was another $600. i was obviously outraged and i swore and yelled. at this point i notice a middle aged women beside me having a laugh because i'd obviously just gone looking at kittens by myself. i knew it was legitimately funny but seeing her laughing up made me even angrier. i demanded to see some paperwork and they presented this document which i had supposedly signed. i read it thoroughly (i dont recall the text scrambling or anything, it all seems pretty legible at the time) and noticed the $600 only covered 'products'. i argued that the kitten tour was a service and not a product and managed to get out of the levy.

soooo.. while this is happening i notice another man who was outside the building (who looked a lot like my boss) was also having a laugh at my situation. for some reason i feel like the best way to get back at the asshole is to point at him and laugh hysterically. his face suddenly turned into the most horrible scowl i could imagine. i am immediately struck by fear and i realise hes going to probably kill me. i look away and then back at him, but hes gone! shitty fuck shit where could he be?!?!?! I see him running (particularly fast and furiously) through the door coming after me. i sprint off knowing that if he gets me im screwed. then suddenly, thanks to my ADA practice (first day of ADA practice too) the day before, i become aware i am dreaming and some of the fear subsides. i think about the situation and know i shouldn't be afraid but because the situation is hectic i can't seem to stabilise, clarify or steer the dream. i end up just running a little more and then the dream faded

overall a very memorable dream but in retrospect i should've stabilized it as soon i became lucid. oh well, lesson learned!

Dream
Non Dream

I'm in a checkout line, trying to pay for my purchases, which consist of a bottle of expensive perfume, 3 packages of menthol cigarettes that I impulsively pick up, - Strange as I don't smoke, in fact I am very anti smoking - and something else of importance that I can't remember - I wish I could remember what this item was, I have a feeling it was important -. I have to split the tender, some cash and some on debit card. The man behind me is obviously irritated that it's taking so long for me to get it over with. After I am through the check out, the cashier pulls me aside and tells me in hushed tones that I should be wary of that man who was waiting to pay. She says that he was looking at my purchases in a certain way and she's fairly sure he will try to steal them.

My man is waiting for me at the other side of the checkout and we leave, walking out of the store into this kind of desolate landscape. The only thing visible is an old barn up ahead. We look back and that man is following us. We try to hurry without looking like we're afraid. The man reaches the barn before us and comes out armed with some sort of weapon, a pitch fork I think. He demands we give him the items I bought. I hand them over, feeling very irritated.

Me and the husband, (which happens to be The Rock)
... are in a large hotel that looks like one I stayed in in Miami once. We're in a room on the second floor. For what feels like hours, we run around the hotel, through stairwells and elevators, up and down hallways... All in an effort to escape the "bad men" that are chasing us. It's difficult because The Rock seems to have injured his leg somehow.

I really hate those kind of dreams... they are so boring and exhausting