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I'm in a classroom full of fish tanks. I notice that each tank has something wrong. Too dirty. Not enough water. They all have one fish in them. I try to help them, but all the fish die. A boy shows up and hands me a blue color pencil. He says I need it more than he does. I thank him and hold the pencil close.

I stand in the middle of the platform, with the gate in front of me and Silver, Yuya and Shinave behind me.
I hold out my left hand against the gate, and give it a slight burst of energy.
Some engravings on it light up. I focus on the templars, and sure enough a connection is made to a gate right next to them.
A portal forms inside the gate in a dark purple color.
The doors are open, they can simply walk in now.
I'm nervous.



After a rather tense minute, some shapes finally emerge from the portal. Templars.
All 12 of them. This is it.
They all appear to be rather calm.
Then again, why wouldn't they? It's not like we'd stand a chance in a fair fight.

Finally, one of them addresses me. And to my surprise he looks somewhat different than the other templars.
He isn't wearing a helm, and his weapon of choice seems to be a sword rather than a lance.
How curious. Do the templars have some sort of leader after all?

"Oh dragon... It's unfortunate that you have resisted your death for this long."
"But I see you have finally seen the light."
"I respect that you stand here, offering to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the life of your friends."
"It is not an action that I would have expected from a dragon."

Oh.
That assumption sort of makes sense I guess.
The thought that we would fight them is pure insanity, yet I've shown them exactly where we are.

"Unfortunately the deal is not acceptable."

He points at Yuya.

"I'll need the life of the water goddess as well."
"Both of your lives for Teraluna. We have no interest in the others."
"Come forward and kneel down."

He wants to see the look on my face when he executes her in front of my eyes.
Typical Templar reasoning. They want a show. After all they could just charge at us and kill us all.
I turn around to look at Yuya. She's not worried at all. In fact she grins. Good.
I look back at the templar.
I stare deeply into his eyes and lough out loudly, which confuses him to some extend.
Finally the feeling of eeriness goes away.
No more anxiety. No more worries.
There is only the present now. No future to worry about.

I nod at Silver to give him the signal to activate the seal.
The symbols he has drawn on the ground grow all over the platform.



A transparent bubble surrounds all of us.
The portal generated by the gate collapses immediately, because as of right now, both gates no longer exist in the same space time continuum.
Everything within the bubble is separated from normal space and time, at least for as long as Silver keeps it up.
Nothing comes in, nothing goes out.
As far as I know, it is the ultimate spatial sealing technique. I've never seen anyone use it before.
Still, the templars do not seem alarmed. After all there's 12 of them and only 4 of us.

"And now what little dragon?"

There is complete silence now. Sound doesn't penetrate the seal.
I speak in a dark, assertive voice.

"Why, isn't it obvious?"
"I am going to kill you all"

That made him angry. He snaps his fingers and 2 templars charge at me immediately.
This is it then. This is what I've gambled everything on. Work!
Phoenix catalyst. Only once before have I drawn power directly from it, instead of using it as a catalyst to amplify my own powers.
It was when I resurrected Yuya. But of course that used up the entire catalyst. There is nothing left.
But I do use the same technique in the hopes of having understood what the orb that was given to me is.
Even though it was just an intuition. But right now, that is all I have.

The templars that charge at me do not have their lances drawn. Their goal is to push me to my knees. To put me in place.
To teach me a lesson. But I have other ideas. I propel myself forwards and slap my hands against their breastplates.
I use the technique and draw energy as hard as I can and concentrate it within my hands.

I feel some resistance. But it's like slapping your hands against a water surface. It hurts a little initially, but your hands still move straight through.
Through their breastplates. Through the bodies. I'm going straight through with my bare hands.
The lifeless remains of their bodies drop to the ground. They are not human bodies. There is no blood. It's like some sort of clay surrounded with skin.

It worked... It worked!
I can freely draw energy from the orb. My intuition was right. It is the same type of energy.
But I have no time to think about this any further.
Because the templars have now realized the danger, and 3 of them have already rushed past me towards Silver.
They want to destroy the seal, in case they need to retreat.
But Yuya is on it.
She is projecting some of her water spheres towards them.
Right before impact Shinave casts some kind of frost magic onto them, causing the spheres to erupt into ice spikes.
They are not strong enough to penetrate the armor of the templars, but they do manage to immobilize them for a moment.



I draw energy again, focus it into 3 small spheres and toss them at the templars.
Yet again, their bodies shatter on impact. They won't be able to get to Silver without dealing with me first.
Too late I realize that this is exactly what they're doing.
A lance hits me right in the stomach. I manage to blink away before by body suffers the full impact.
Another Templar is already striking me from another side.
I block his lance with my hands and give it a pulse of energy, breaking the lance in half.
I promtly throw the gained head of the lance at the Templar who previously managed to hit me in the stomach.
The lance shatters into pieces as I try to infuse it with energy, but enough of it discharges into the Templar to incapacitate him.
A few energy infused punches take care of the Templar with the broken lance.

To my surprise the remaining templars have not moved towards me at all.
4 of them stand there, emotionless, in front of their leader who is in anger.
I don't think he fully understands what just happened. 7 down, 5 to go.
And although only one of the templars displays any emotions, I don't notice an ounce of fear.

"Do you really think you can kill us all?"

I respond with an evil smile and draw my katana from its scabbard on my back.
That's right, I've been fighting you with my bare hands.

"Fine."

Some sort of growth on the leaders left arm becomes visible. It looks somewhat organic and insectoid.
Extensions reach from it to the necks of each of the templers bodies, all 11 of them.
With a motion of his left hand, the extensions retract back into his arm and all remaining templars drop dead.
All Templar bodies slowly begin to turn into something that resembles sawdust.
Suddenly, an immense amount of pressure originating from the remaining templars aura pushes against me.
I have to concentrate a small layer of energy around my body to protect it from burning up.

So much raw power. So this is why the templars were always so emotionless and their bodies so unnatural.
They were puppets controlled by this single person.
He confidently draws his own sword and begins walking towards me slowly.

"You have caused me grief, dragon. These are rather difficult to create you know."
"They have to be captured when they are but little children, then carefully raised into weapons."
"It takes such a long time, and now I have to do it all over again."

Even though right now, I have a virtually unlimited supply of energy, I am afraid of this guy.
Being in possession of this orb thing, but he is radiating so much energy naturally.

Here he comes. I draw huge amounts of energy into my katana, hoping to power through his sword.
But he merely deflects my attack, I do not manage to release the energy. This goes on for a few strikes.
Each time our swords clash he deflects it skillfully. He has the upper hand.
Then unexpectedly he charges in close, even though I haven't given him an opening.
Somehow he manages to get his blade uncomfortably close to my face and I have to blink back.

I quickly realize that I've been somewhat late. He managed to leave a small cut between my eyes.
A few more centimeters and that would have been it...

"Hmm. How odd."
"Clearly you have the energy to fight me, but you are not good enough of a swordsman to do so."
"I wonder. Years ago, you fought a Templar in the depths of hell. A fight where none of you had access to energy."
"A fight against someone who had perfected the art of sword combat."
"You do not have the skills necessary to have won that fight."

He is right. I should not have been able to do that. It is something I cannot explain.
It just happened, even though it should have been impossible.
And I can feel that this guy uses similar moves. If he hasn't perfected the art of sword combat, he is close.
I am no match for him. I cannot win in a sword fight. And the only way to discharge enough energy to deal damage to him
is through my katana.

"Also I wonder. Where does all of that energy suddenly come from?"
"You have done something rather curious indeed."

He charges at me a few more times. Fortunately I manage to deflect his attacks, but it is very close.
He just has to wait until I make a small mistake.

"And the dragon does not use his dragon powers."
"Instead he fights me with what seems to be divine energy."

I can't use it because both powers clash with each-other. It would rip me apart.
But he doesn't need to know that.
He attacks a few more times, and manages a few deep cuts into both of my shoulders and my back.

"Your time is slowly running out dragon."
"Not only will your body give in sooner or later, but that white haired friend of yours isn't going to last much longer keeping that seal up either."

Silver... He doesn't even know the proper reason he is keeping that seal up for, yet he is still giving it all hes got.
Hold out a little longer... I'll figure something out...

The templar performs a downwards strike over his shoulder, which I attempt to block directly.
He somehow angles his body in such a way that he is able to rotate around and punch me in the chest.
Even though I concentrate most of my energy into my ribs to absorb the shock, they still buckle a little under a loud crushing noise as I'm projected backwards.
I cough up some blood, but I manage to keep by defensive posture.

Due to the lung damage I decide to stop breathing entirely, and instead filter the CO2 in my blood using energy.
An easy technique, usually used to go to locations where breathing is not possible, such as underwater or planets without oxygen rich atmospheres.
I quickly repair potentially lethal damage using a variety of phoenix techniques.
My body is taking one hell of a beating, it won't last much longer.

"It is a shame that I have not found you when you were a child."
"You have so much potential, you would have made a fantastic asset."

Right as he readies another attack, something startles him to the point that he looses his focus on me.
I can feel a new presence. A dark, cold one. I look for it and spot a person that must have just appeared.
This is not possible... Nobody can enter this space as long as it is sealed. There are no tricks or techniques to circumvent interdimensional seals.
He immediately looks right at me and pronounces in a loud voice:

"Death has come for you."

As he summons an oversized pitch black scythe I understand what has happened.

"Silver, break the seal... It is no longer of any use."

The bubble surrounding the platform dissipates. Silver has to lie down from exhaustion.
Yuya and Shinave look rather worried. They know what it means when death comes for you.
He looks like a teenager. Somewhat long, black fuzzy hair. Worn and slightly torn black pants and shirt.
He's very skinny. But the scythe is what really makes it clear what he is. Death. Or a messenger of death.
I don't know the specifics behind how it works.

I try to utter the words "Not today". Because that is what you say when death comes for you.
But my voice is faint and fragile. It's not even because of the damaged lungs.
He is amused by this and laughs.

"Good one! I haven't heard that one yet. You may have just made my day."
"Seriously though, you're coming with me."

The grip on my katana loosens. I have fucked up.
This is the end. It's because I took the orb.
This orb, I don't know what exactly it is, or why it exists. All I know is that it has to do with life energy.
It plays a role in the birth of things. This is also the reason why I was able to draw power from it. It's the same type of energy as in the phoenix catalyst.
Because they are so important, each orb is assigned a guardian, so that no individual can ever obtain one.
Ironically, it is one of the guardians who gave me the orb. And she warned me that death would come for me.
I am not sure why she decided to give it to me, but I understand that I must now pay the price for having taken it.
Death acts as some sort of backup protection in case an orb is ever stolen.

In a moment of desperation I ask:

"... a minute then?"

Death looks at me a little surprised. Why would he ever agree to that? What am I even doing with another minute?
He made it clear that he is here to get me now. He looks at the templar, then back at me.
Then he shrugs.

"A minute it is."

And he sits down.
What?
Just like that?
He is completely carefree, as if he was about to grab some popcorn.

The templar laughs, realizing that he has already won.

"You fool! All I care about is your death, nothing else matters to me."
"You have just lost everything."

I know. The guardian told me.
For a moment I believed that Silvers seal would make me invisible to death, and I could use the orb without being spotted.
In retrospect, that was a rather idiotic assumption. But it is too late for remorse now.
Not like I had any alternatives anyways.
But before I go, there is one thing left to do...
Forget about the future, it is no more. There is only the present now.

"You asked me earlier how I managed to kill a man who had perfected the art of sword combat."

My voice has recovered some strength.

"Yes, I am curious about that indeed."

I remove the protective layer of aura surrounding my body and focus all of it into my katana.
Immediately I feel the pressure of the templars aura on my skin. It burns away my clothes and slowly begins to eat away at my skin.
Energy distribution in your body is a key aspect in advanced combat techniques. You can divert energy that is intended to defend your body into your attacks and vice versa.
Removing too much defensive energy leaves you without any defense.
But it's not like I have any need for that anymore.

"I admire your will, but you do not have the technique to beat me."

Yes. He can just deflect my attacks.
I open my dragon eyes, which is of course a rather self-destructing thing to do, given that my body is flooded with divine energy, which will immediately attack the dragon eyes
which are of demonic nature. I don't care.
I understand the confused look on the templars face, as the dragon eyes do not work on them.
But they are not intended for him.
I look for my own reflection in his eyes, and attempt to stare directly into my own dragon eyes.
This is something you are never supposed to do.
There is a high risk of getting lost forever.

I do it to look into my past.
Into the exact moment I fought that templar in the fires of hell.
I was but a young teenager back then. I can see it clearly now.
I walk towards the templar whilst looking at my memories at the same time.

"Back then, I had only a minute to kill the master swordman."
"And now you have a minute to do the same with me."
"I will show you exactly how I defeated him."

I begin to mimic the movements of the templar I fought against years ago.
Our swords spray sparks every time they touch. At this point it looks more like a dance than a sword fight.
He quickly realizes that he no longer has the upper hand. We are on equal terms now, and I have nothing to loose.
He changes to a more defensive style, attempting to simply outlast the minute that was given to me.
Fortunately, I require so much focus that I am completely incapable to think about what is going to happen next.
Sure enough, just before the minute runs out, I perform a combination of moves that creates an opening.
I take it without hesitation and lodge my katana firmly into his chest.

The burning sensation and the pressure emitted by the templar stops immediately.
He is visibly confused. He does not understand the mistake he made, and neither do I.
This style of combat is way too advanced for me. I merely copied what I saw.
But still, even with my sword lodged in his chest he smiles.

"It doesn't matter. I still won."

I have nothing witty to reply. He is right. His goal was that I die, and he achieved that, after all death has come for me.
I have lost. I release the energy stored within the katana and the templar bursts up in purple flames, leaving nothing behind.
I suppose this should provide some sort of relief. At least the templars are gone.
But I feel no such thing. All I feel is failure.



Death approaches me, carrying his scythe on his shoulder.
This is the end.

07-21-2013 -- I am walking by an apartment complex on either Hickory or Dale, where there is no apartment complex. I am more or less minding my own business, when I run into this guy who starts yelling at me. He tells me I am worthless and horrible, and he knew my mother, and my actions caused her to die in sorrow, and I ought to just go off and die, myself ... he goes on and on and on with really horrible accusations. I think back to the life my mother lived, and how old she was when she died, and how our relationship was (fine), and I can't see any reason for his accusations, and I tell him so, but he just keeps screaming at me, while I sit at this picnic table and begin to doubt myself and feel worse and worse. He finally stalks off, leaving me depressed, until a nice fellow I recognize from around the place comes up to me, asks me what is wrong, and tries to console me for a bit.

Soon I am feeling a little better, and I start to look around. I spot something that seems a little interesting: there is an empty tape box sitting next to an unlabeled tape, and the tape box says it is the first of three parts in a continuation of the Chronicles of Narnia, the first of which is about the silver throne at Cair Paravel. I instantly slide the unlabeled tape into a machine that instantly makes me a copy of it.

Soon I find myself in a family-type setting with a father and his little girl, and there is a VCR there, so I stick the tape in, wanting to watch it. There is a flash of light, and I suddenly realize. I have no idea what is on this tape. Sure, it could have been the the tape of the new Chronicles. It could also be a porno tape, just about to blare out a sex scene in front of this little girl! I violently stab at the eject button, and we see just a couple of seconds of a pair of silver boots sitting right in front of a ruby throne, before the tape ejects. I guess it was the right tape.

The father glances at me, as if to ask what's up, and I explain about the whole thing, and not being sure about what was on the tape, and even about feeling guilty for copying it. I apologize, and he looks at me like I am crazy, and decides to ignore me. He may be ignoring me, but a Narnian dwarf suddenly appears in front of me and tells me it is no real problem. If I can't finish the tape before leaving the library, they'll gladly make a transcript for me. He takes the tape and disappears with a pop, and I suddenly know the next time I make it back to the room where I copied the tape, I'll have a printed copy of it that I can take legally. I start to walk away feeling much better about myself.

I soon find myself in a small village of small houses with thatched roofs, and a young woman asks me what I am so happy about. I start to explain about more stories in Narnia, and the dwarf and the video tape, but she is walking away from me to the right. I turn to the left and see the same woman, and her daughter, and she asks me "What are you talking about?" "The Narnia story I was just telling you about." She says I wasn't telling her about any story, and I turn to look to the right and see a bent and shuffling old woman just about to turn the corner. She seems very sinister, somehow. I call out to her to wait a second, but she just continues around the corner.

I chase after her, and I see her just entering a crowd, so I continue forward, but when I get there, she is nowhere in sight. It is like she just disappeared into thin air. I find myself in the middle of maybe a dozen or so clowns, in rather duller makeup than normal, and ask if it is a convention or something. I am waiting for an answer, until I hear a noise that causes me to turn around back the way I came. There are three little girls standing there, being approached by a bent old hag looking more and more like the hag the queen turned into in Snow White to give her the apple. I realize whatever this thing is, it can change shapes to look like anybody it wants to. I run forward to grapple with 'her' and protect the little girls, and I suddenly find I am wrestling with a grim reaper figure in black robes (which I facetiously refer to as Skeletor) and losing the battle.

Finally I start speaking to it in the name of Jesus, and it starts to steam a little bit, and flinch back from me in pain, and as I continue, it breaks away and tries to run off. I give chase again, but it runs forward into another crowd of people. I run forward, and find myself being grabbed. I tense, ready to fight, but it is three Golden Horseshoe can-can girls who have pulled me into a tickle war. Three ladies working together, not one, not the thing, whatever it is. Soon I am walking along, studying everyone I see very carefully, looking for the old hag, or any single person.

Suddenly I find it is very dark, almost pitch black, and I am walking near the door to my apartment complex with no idea how I got there. It is kind of foggy, and there is a forboding figure looming in the fog just by my door. Just as I realize I have fallen asleep at some point, and am now dreaming, the figure jumps out and attacks me. Now I am able to see it's true form, a red devil in a black death robe, and I am very, very scared that this thing can invade me dreams. But there is no hesitation this time. "I come against you in the name of Jesus! I come against you in the name of Jesus!" It is flinching at the name. "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Suddenly there is a powerful figure, an angel, standing next to me, battling the creature. Unexpectedly, it is female. I thought angels were male ....

She speaks in one of it's ears "I come against you in the name of Jesus." I follow and do the same. She does the same to the other ear, and again I follow, and do the same. It writhes at our words. Just as I realize we ought to do one ear each at the same time, I wake up, panting from the battle.

This will be short as I don't remember much. I had just finished reading a book "Ender in Exile" that I found in my closet. It belonged to a series I read when I was younger, and I have fond memories of the first book. Anyway a big theme in that book is a diluted passage of time in near-light-speed travel.

The part of my dream I remember was towards the end. I was on a space ship on some task to a far away world. I had just had the realization that by the time I arrived, everyone I knew would be long dead, and maybe already was. What made this dream so memorable were the feelings I experienced. The dread of never seeing a familiar face again, but also the wonder and excitement I was going to find when I reached my destination. I was very sad and relieved at waking up.

Sorry for the short post and lack of details. This was 3 nights ago and I didn't write down much when I woke up, so I've forgotten almost everything aside from the emotions I felt, which were amazing.

My mom had died. I did not initially have an emotional reaction to this (shock?). I didn't like that so I forced myself to cry until I actually felt grief. When I paused for a breath I heard sobbing behind me. I went over to the stairs (house I grew up in) and she is sitting on them - looking like she did when we lived there. Something about the emotions I felt at her passing made her solid to me. I gave her a huge hug. We talked a little and she started to fade but I used some sort of mental trick to stabilize her. I got an email telling me an ex had died. I told my mom to tell him he is a douche when she saw him. There were people over. me adjusting the temperature - was too hot ((likely rl temp registering)). There were a bunch of old ladies in the living room doing some sort of craft. My mom was trying to do whatever craft it was with them. She aged her face at some point - made it super wrinkly - like 80 or so. I was asking a friend(a) (who was now the dead person instead of my mom) if he had seen the way to move on. He told me he had. That it was a doorway in his (my old room) room. It had a red heart or red figure of a woman (can't quite remember) on it. To entice him? I told him all they needed was techno music playing behind it. He laughed.

((remembering now something else. A... feeling/sensation - possibly from a different one where I kept dying? a sensation of holding on to my essence, my self as I went through these transformations. I would intentionally kill myself and come through the other side intact. I think the dead people in this dream might have briefly made me remember that sensation while in this dream))

This was yesterday morning. I woke up around 4 am from a lucid nightmare. In it, my husband Adam and me were at a place getting the car fixed, but the mechanic shop was not a 'shop' it was a huge dumping site, excavated land, recently emptied of trash, people were walking around scrounging for the last usable pieces of trash they could find, they were wearing zipped up haz-mat suits and wearing goggled facial masks as if they were walking in a place unsuitable to breathe in, but the air was fine. I remember 4 people dressed like that. They were spraying something on the ground. I was near the car and talking to Rosa, an internet friend of mine, and Adam was outside. Rosa touched my arm and told me "Adam is dead, I think he's been killed." I fly to the dump site, land and i'm next to his body, hes laying on his back, looking asleep and peaceful, but clearly dead, hes got no pulse and hes not breathing. The 4 masked/suited people look at me and i look at them, no words are exchanged but they know that i know they had sprayed toxic fumes and Adam breathed it in.

Dream changes and I am transporting adams body in a casket, by hearse-bus (a huge bus built just to haul a funeral casket in reality this does not exist im sure), to somewhere up north for burial. im meeting his dad. im at some school building, sitting on the steps just outside of the building, and then Adam (who is dead in the casket on the bus which is parked near by) walks up to me and sits down beside me, and we talk, as we normally would if he were alive and well. we talk about what needs to be done, our happiness and thankfulness for life together, how we wanted more time, and how he hopes i am ready to live life without him, but he also says that he is still there, and always will be. suddenly i run to the casket inside the bus and open it and there on adams chest are 3 black feathers, like from a raven/blackbird. i pick them up and run back to where adam is still waiting for me at the steps, and show them to him, and say 'Look. These are the gifts you gave me.' he said 'yes. i hope you keep them.'

backs story - Adam is in reality, struggling to stay alive. he's been deathly ill for months, and has had multiple strokes since February of this year, which have left him partially blind, unable to use the left side of his body, agoraphobic, and unable to track time/think clearly. he was saved and baptised in may of this year, so i wonder if the death in the dream was of his old life before Christ.

the blackbird feathers.... 'Blackbird' was the first song he taught me to sing, the first one we performed live as a duet, and the first one he taught me how to play on the guitar.

i also have to wonder about the 4 suited hazmat people who 'killed him'. see, back in may, right after he was baptized, i dreamed of 4 demons who had been cast out of Adam, i posted this in my journal its titled "Will never forget this one!". i wonder if they attacked him, or this was simply to make us aware that they are still close by. in the first dream, they were all highly charismatic, enchanting musicians, just like Adam. they were trying to get MY attention, to get adam to come back, because adam was either unable to sense them/ignoring them. in this dream, they were hidden behind masks, in essence, attacking him unseen.

after his stroke, adam could no longer play or sing - after a lifetime of being a musical genius, songwriter, stage performer and recording artist. he mourned the loss of that more than anything else. i remember the woman who did the baptising (another musician, bless her), praying over him asking God to heal him of his afflictions, release him from his addictions, and if God saw it fit for adam to ever be able to pick up his guitar and play again and sing, that God would use him for His work in whatever way God deemed fit. its taken 4 months, but adam is finally able to use his left hand well enough to chord the guitar for a few minutes each day before the pain of using that hand becomes too much,and the strength in his voice is coming back slowly as well. he had another small stroke a few days ago, and since then his right hand (the good one) wont stop shaking, and the left one feels numb. its another healing process, another reminder of why he and i both need to be strong, together and as individuals. he blew me away two days ago when he asked me to google the lyrics to Amazing Grace, a song that until he came to know Jesus just 6 weeks ago he never thought much about. and he belted that song out, with all his strength. his voice that was left withered and cracked after the stroke, sounded like crystal, resounding such healing energy.

I spoke to Rosa about the dream, and she said that she believes that north is the direction in which healing comes from. She also said she believes the blackbird feathers are healing, as is any combination of the number 3. She's Metis (NA).

As a forward, this happened after 29 hours of being awake, so it was most likely during a rem rebound, it was my 3rd dream of the night (I woke up after the first 2).

I was in a house I did not recognize, but my aunt, uncle, and 2 cousins were there. There was an extremely large front window overlooking a jungle and a large river, I could see 2 crocodiles, and my family seemed to be having a discussion on whether they were crocodiles or alligators. After a few minutes I noticed that everything outside the house seemed to be frozen in time (birds were stuck midair, the crocodiles mouths were perpetually open), the only thing that was moving was the sun, which had almost set by this point. I decided to go to bed (in the dream house), and my aunt showed me to my room, it had a large 4 post bed and a large chandelier in the middle.

As I laid down, I heard some sort of noise from the far corner of the room, but i thought nothing of it at the time. As was falling asleep (still in the dream) i could hear some guitar playing and thought it might be my alarm clock going off, then out of nowhere this ear piercing scream fills my head, one of the posts snaps off the bed and the chandelier comes crashing to the floor, send glass all over the place. I hear running down the hallway and my aunt comes into my room to ask if I am ok, I tell her that I wasn't hurt, just freaked out.

As I stepped out of bed, my foot came down on a piece of glass, cutting fairly deeply. I decided to go to the bathroom to bandage it, when I opened the bathroom door there was a woman standing there in a navy blue dress, that was flowing even though there was no wind. All of a sudden some force pulls me into the bathroom and a second door opens. There was a massive staircase, filled with decomposed bodies, they were all covered in this sort of grey-green slime, I looked behind me and all I could see was darkness, and the woman in the navy dress floating a few feet back, I had no option but to descend the staircase.

As I walked down, the bodies started moving, not in a particularly creepy way, just sort of falling over and stuff, but I checked each face to make sure it wasn't someone i knew. After a few minutes of walking/being pulled down the stairs I reached a door, I was really hesitant to open it, I could only imagine how bad it would be, to my surprise it was an early 20th century home, lit by candles and a fireplace, it was a stark contrast from the cold death feeling of the stairway. I could see 3 beds facing me, each had a man and a woman around my age on them, 2 of the couples were awake, but seemed to pay no attention to me, they were completely focused on each other. I walked past the fireplace to the other side of the room, there were 2 couples asleep, and one woman sitting by herself on the bed, looking scared, but happy to see me. I sat down on the bed beside her, and she embraced me, we lied down on the bed and I fell asleep.

I wake up in the room where the chandelier has broken, there is blood on the floor from where I cut my foot, and glass still all over the place, I get out of bed making sure not to cut myself this time. I flick the light-switch, nothing happens. Walk into the hall, try those switches as well, still nothing, I mention my problem with the switches to someone who I cant really see, and all I get is a laugh in response, so I go back to my room and surprisingly, it was completely empty, and the floor had changed from white carpet to hardwood. At this point I do a nose pinch RC and instantly become lucid, I took several deep breaths while holding my nose closed, just to make sure.

My first thought was to get the hell out of the house, so I plunged my hand through the floor, and pulled myself face first into it. Once my whole body was through the floor, all I could see was complete darkness, with the occasional swirl of color, I must have been pulling myself through this state for a good minute and a half. Because my relative position in the house I was worried I might fall through into the staircase of bodies, but thankfully when I finally popped out of the darkness, I was in some sort of large drainage pipe, I was instantly swept away by the current, but thinking quickly I tried to fly up into the air. At first the current was too much to overcome, but I eventually managed to get myself out of it, I flew to the end of the pipe and was in the jungle I had seen previously, I could see the house a few hundred feet away, and flew in the opposite direction. I cant really describe what I saw on the sides of river, all the animals looked like 3d representations of impressionist art, I landed beside something that I can best describe as a tiger, but its fur had a soft white glow that seemed to be changing the tigers internal structure, almost as if it was made of liquid. I thought I would try and ride it, but the second I got close to it, it swiped my with its claws and I woke up (for real this time).

Date: May 30, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (attempted DILD)
Sleep Time: bedtime @ 1:00am WBTB @ 6:00am for 5-10 minutes, then back to sleep Awake @ 10:00am

Dream #1
I was planning on putting on a play for my mother with some people (?). We were moving several props to the center so people would be able to see them from a distance. These props included items that belongs in a kitchen and a living room (I guess like furniture). No matter were we moved these props, there seemed to be a problem and we never could get this issue quite right. After some time of moving things around, my mother had passed away in this dream (by the way...my mother is alive) and my father and grandmother had built the most beautiful skyscraper in her memory. It was so tall, the tip of the building was covered by the clouds. The skyscraper was made of pure gold with reflective mirrors all over it. The gold shined brighter than the sun itself. As the building glistened in the sun, it almost look transparent. It's beauty was absolutely awesome!

Dream #2
I needed a ride and I didn't know where I was. It was very dark and I was crying and I was scared. I went into a store and asked the owners if they new the bus route and they asked me where I was going. I couldn't tell them exactly where I was going, I just cried and told them I wanted to go home. The owner felt sorry for me and said that he will give me a ride home. I was still crying because even though I had a ride home, I couldn't tell the person which way to go. I remember passing a building in my dream that said "San Bernadino Hospital."

Fragment
A huge metal barrel I was rolling around and groceries were inside of it.

I was reading a book (Sepulchre by Kate Mosse), and at 6:30pm my eyes started closing and it became a large effort to keep them open, so I decided to have a nap. I awoke at 8:25pm when my sister brought my laptop to my bedroom for me. I remember my dream immediately; thought it was a very detailed dream with multiple attempts at my life, but I remember 1uite a bit. And since my sister had woke me up with my laptop, I decided it would be good to write it here.

In the dream, instead of moving into the house that myself and my university friends are living in next year, we bought a caravan and decided to travel through America (I myself have been once to America and LOVED it there, and would love to live there). We had planned to stay in multiple motels, and some houses too along the way. While traveling, I recall in the beginning having trouble to recline my seat to sleep. At this point I turned around to realize that there were 9 seats, but only 5 people. I thought it strange to buy one so large on a students budget, but I didn't realize I was dreaming.

It was also strange that the counted 5 people, as I can picture the scene now in my head and I can count 7 (which is the actual amount of people I am living with). I can't even really remember where people were sitting or anyone specifically, except I remember looking over to see Blake driving. I also remember saying that I wish I could pass my driving test so that I could help with the driving. We arrived at the first house we were staying at soon after. I was laying in a bed, and for some reason the were many people I didn't know there, but I acted like I did know them. One just appeared in my room and I was like DAMN YOU JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE.

I think it was at this point that I woke up withing the dream, lying in my bed, believing myself awake. I was relieved, since obviously dreams feel real when you are in them, and I was pleased that me and my friends had not abandoned university to go travelling. I then 'went back to sleep' to the same dream.

This time, we were in a motel. It was a complicated path to my room from the lobby including many bouncers. While I was there I noticed many American men looking at me, flirting and making small talk. I commented to my friend "why do american guys like me so much". Their communications began to get more aggressive and scary towards me. The me trying to kill me were even getting past the bouncers, I remember being concerned about that. The dream contained a lot of things happening around this point which I forget the details of. In one of the more violent confrontations I had, I lost my phone. I was a lot more afraid of this than the confrontation. I cried at my friend, telling her I had lost my phone, although in the dream I had 2 phones; a blackberry (which is what I have in real life) and i think a samsung galaxy mini (which my sister has). It was the samsung that was lost.

Anyway, in the dream conclusion, I was in the motels large bathroom. A man that had been chasing me for a while was in the stalls, and emerged with a sinister smile on his fact. He was holding what looked like a long hollow metal tube with a point at one end. I pulled out my blackberry quickly to dial 999. In real life, I am having phone troubles due to my trackpad freezing. This happened momentarily, but I was soon able to punch in the number. I then realized since I was in america, 911 would be more appropriate so I called that instead. The operator spoke and I told her repeatedly that "I'm in a motel in California; please, he's killing me." (obviously only the 'he's killing me' part after he had stabbed me) but I could not remember the name or specific location. I was irritated because I had felt that the information was on the tip of my mind, but I could quite reach it.
Since I was an English tourist, the man had not expected me to dial 911, so her came towards me angrily when he realized. He stabbed me with the pole many times. Enough to kill someone, but for some reason, either I died and came back to life, or I did not die.

I'm not sure if I just appeared home after that, or some other stuff happened and I got home, but somehow I did. My sister was there when I arrived, and she said "A man called me off your phone. He told me he was stabbing you in the face."

So that's it. I never have scary dreams so this is rare for me. Wonder if it means anything! Seriously, can't beleive I didn't become lucid, especially after that little "dream awakening" I had.

Music…. A lullaby...a steel guitar

the feeling is of mourning. An overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness.

I hum the tune I hear in the distance, walking down a dark hallway.

The hallway drops off into a dimly lit sound studio… typical with the gizmos and gadgets all lit up, hiding behind a glass wall.

The other side there’s a man, someone I recognize as very dear to me. He's sitting on a stool in the center of the room, holding a guitar, strumming away. He asks "Are you going to come in?"

I hold myself together, and walk to him, I'm magically sitting across on another stool.

I don't say anything, just take in his image. I remember all his features, down to each wrinkle on his face. It's nice to see family again, after losing them.

He begins to tell me how everything turned out okay for him, he's happy and gets to hang out with Bob Dylan..He tells me some other information but it quickly leaves my mind as a lost memory.

He then tells me that Kyle is with him and misses me.

I start to cry.

I wake up, with the smell of camping filling my senses...
that was the last time I saw him.

pre-rambles: I feel that my dreams are trying to kill me more often than not.

I slowly start to stir into consciousness, or what I believe is, it's a warm day out I can feel the sun beating down on my skin. I feel grass beneath my palms, then open my eyes.

I'm in a field, There's a lone tree and I'm at the edge of a forest, littered with massive(redwood?) trees. There's a squirrel, cute and little, almost like Fu's flying squirrel. :B

The squirrel telepathically talks to me. He tells me I'm dreaming and can do whatever I want. I stand up and do a couple backflips to test out what he was thinking. Then realized I'm talking to a squirrel.

The squirrel suggests that we fly. It climbs up the lone tree in the middle of the field, and soars off, into the densely populated forest. I start the climb and realize I'm up much further than anticipated.

Step to the edge.

Splat.

I fall to my death and only then do I consider myself flying. I'm watching myself on the ground, blood seeping into the dirt.

Damn squirrel.

There was something going on, I don’t remember what, and I heard a girl nearby say how her mother had passed away. I imagined that was me in that situation and got really upset. I went to the bathroom and huddled down near a sink, crying into my arms. There were a few girls in there as well.

I leave the building, wondering if mom won’t think to see what’s wrong with me. I get in a van that we had a long time go. After a while, I realize it’s driving! The van is on auto-pilot and has been following a set path. I think to press the button on the dash, which reverses the direction. It takes a few minutes to find a driveway to turn around in, and then it’s heading back the way it came. I wonder if mom will have noticed I'm gone.

I get deja vu when I think about auto-piloted vehicles.

I'm walking through an underwater cave. It looks like the 'Shark Encounter' at Sea World. There are large glass windows every few feet but there are no fish to be seen. I pick up my pace and see a really bright exit to the cave. I exit the cave and take in my surroundings. It's beautiful. There is a huge body of water surrounded by the circular cave walls. The water is crystal clear and there is a huge water fall. The cave walls are shades of beige and brown and orange. The walls are covered in bright green ivy and gorgeous flowers of every color. I jump into the pool and swim around happily for a few minutes. The water is warm. I look up from where I jumped and notice that the edge has risen, and it's now a high cliff. I think nothing of it and continue enjoying my swim. Suddenly I feel a current under my feet, as if something big were swimming underneath me. I look down into the water and see two large, dark figures. They swim to the surface in a matter of seconds. Two Great White sharks appear, their heads out of the water. They both look at me. They are the biggest I've ever seen and lovely to look at. They are a steel grey on top and pure white on their bellies. Their eyes are pitch black but soft in appearance, as if they are looking at me in fondness. I smile and pet both of their heads and they lean into the touch happily. I start swimming again, both of the sharks at my side. I feel safe with them. Not five minutes later I stop, a sudden fear grabbing me. I look at both of the sharks and they look extremely angry. The three of us look up to the cliff and hear the roar of an engine. A an orange bug speeds to the edge of the cliff and stops. A man gets out of the car and looks directly at me. I don't like him and I know he means to hurt me. I cower against the sharks. They both nuzzle my sides and swim with me to the far wall. Steps appear behind me there, so I climb them and sit on a small patch of grass and flowers. I pet the sharks and smile. They swim back to the center of the pool. The man gets back into the car and backs up. He then speeds right over the cliff with the intent to hit me with his car. He lands right in the center of the pool. As soon as the car hits the water, he's out and trying to swim towards me. I panic but then see that the sharks are going after him. A huge whirlpool shows up and the man is caught in it. It flings him in circles like a rag doll. One of the sharks get caught in it too and I immediately jump in the water to save it. I reach out my hand and grab the shark's fins, pulling it out of the whirlpool. Both sharks come to my side and we swim to the opposite side of the cave. Just as I touch the wall, I look behind me and the man is flung into the cave wall next to the water fall. I can hear his bones crack and blood goes everywhere, turning the water around him red. I breathe a sigh of relief and put my arms around the sharks.

I remember building a use case diagram in UML notation, and it included:

Death with extensions for Died of Natural Causes, Murder, and Suicide.

1. 3/8/13

There's a spacecraft made of stone in the backyard of my parents house. We go exploring it. We're part of a mission and some people in my crew go to crawl in. It's a tight squeeze and it's dark. It feels like a cave and they're trying to shut the door with everyone in it but I realize it's too small so I opt to stay out. When they shut the door someone inside dies and blood oozes out of the craft. They go to take off and I see the craft crash into the back of my parents house - with moss all over it and a water hose stuck to the side of it. They take off to the alien planet.