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I dreamed that outside my room which is on the first floor, everything was dark, and you had a strong feeling of something watching you, almost like ghosts creeping around the hallway with malicious intents. There were people with me, but I don't remember who, and I don't remember our conversations. I walk down the stairs and come to the floor below. The feeling of being watched is stronger and grows more toward the feeling of being chased. The air gets more dense, the light in this hallway is slightly more of a red tone instead of the nightly dark blue tone. I start seeing corpses and carcasses, bloody rib-cages ripped open with the limbs torn off, lying around. A guy I'm with says we shouldn't go deeper. We go deeper anyways, down the next flight of stairs. As we go deeper, the place becomes more horrifying. More violent carcasses, red hellish lighting, and you can almost see and feel the malicious spirits move around in the air, gazing at us. We start hearing the screams of people getting murdered. Bones and carcasses still lay scattered around, like some messy slaughterhouse dealing with humans, except the place looked more and more like a cavern and was too dark to see far. A guy I'm with says: "We should stop here. If we go any further, the ones with four eyes will appear, and any further than that, they will tear our limbs off." I'm curious what those four-eyed things would be, so I want to keep going, before I come to the sudden realization that the corpses, carcasses and bodyparts weren't just brought here for decoration; something might do that to us. "Alright let's get out of here." I say, and we rush up the staircases, panicking more and more until we get back into my room and close the door.

Frags:

• "Kang in bowler appears"
• "3D render in camera"
• "ask it for time"
• "no one near enough to call 911"
• "is it even all in Spain?"
• "video cuts, she looks bad" (this one was a nightmare: she looked so badly wounded that I woke up in a panic)
• "stress (or not) about program material"

Previous hours:
Mar 3, 5:09-12:46

Baby Ghost

I'm playing a video game. There are five main sections of the storyline and they all have a specific name.

I've just finished a quest involving a baby child in a crib, the heir of a royal family. Somehow I start watching a trailer for the game, which I slowly realize is a cinematic retelling of a later section of this same storyline! Spoilers! But on the other hand, who really cares about spoilers, and the story is interesting. Apparently the baby later dies, and his ghost comes back to haunt the crib. I'm standing in a corner of the room at night when the ghost appears in that corner of the room. It attacks me, and I have to defend myself with a magic sword. Later on, Snape is having a conversation with someone when the person betrays him, stabbing a dagger into his side and cutting all the way around the outline of his body.


[I've decided also to add a star rating system to the titles of these entries, since what's the point of titles if not to give some indication of how interesting the content is:

*: fairly uninteresting
**: mildly interesting
***: unusually interesting (e.g. unusually long, unusually detailed, or unusually important)
****: interesting in content and impressive technically (in dream recall or control)
*****: life-changing, awe-inspiring, and the like]

Previous sleep hours:
Fri Feb 1, 2:23-8:30

Torture

A naked man is strapped to a chair. They're torturing him. In the course of three brief scenes, they basically cut a tunnel through his abdomen. It's nauseating.

There were times where I wouldn't be sleeping but in the transition to falling into a sleep state. I had some scary moments while this was occurring in the past and when I say scary I mean very macabre and horrific, but I wouldn't let them scare me completely and found them in a way amusing.

One I had a long time ago was where I was on a car trip to visit some family in another state. It was night and I was sleeping in the back of the truck with the blankets (not the bed of the truck) I must of been like thirteen at the time. I fell asleep and saw this zombie girl wrapped in bandages from head to toe as soon as the vision started she started to run...on her bandaged hands like a creeper, like she didn't have legs.

The next I had like a month ago resulted in a trip to the hospital because I was dehydrated. I had a vision that was so vivid of a wall painting that was done in Egyptian times that had a pharaohs head speared and there was blood on the wall to show this graphic scene. I thought that the drawing looked too modern to be drawn way back then but still had some Egyptian scene to it. I've had enough Ancient civilization dreams related to the Egyptians to where I can probably say this was from the subconscious part of my mind.

I have had others that were on the more severe end. They weren't scary but to me rather intriguing and insightful.

Note*** I have a mental disorder that induces these visions on a very rare occasion but it happens more frequently than one who didn't have my disorder.

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

Seems like everytime I'm about to give up, something magical happens and puts me back in my spot. I didn't have lucid dreams, but I had AMAAAAZING recall in the morning. I can remember about 4.5 dreams. But I won't go into too much detail because they might be in some art pieces I'll be doing. I dreamt about being naked on Tinychat, about spooning someone special, sex, something about space, and an amaaaaaaaazing last dream. This last one was filled with gore-filled horror, ghouls, guns, a bloody jungle, a bloody spaceship, and an apocalyptic setting again ;3 I was way too happy when I woke up. I told a friend and he though I was mental because I was happy about such a disgustingly gorey and scary dream.

feb 25 '09
There was an unusual amount of gore in this one. I got threatened at gunpoint in frightening detail, with the barrel right up in my face (so that I actually put my shaking hand up and brushed the tip of it, trying to shield myself) by a young woman with rainbow stockings and a shotgun, who proceeded to blow the heads off the other two people in the room: a professionally dressed man and woman. She had to chase the man, so I escaped while she was distracted, but then people started serving dinner while the bodies were being cleaned up, so when someone put a plate of steak and mashed potatoes in front of me, I just kind of pretended I felt sick, out of principle, even though it's always time for steak.

Then I stuck my kitty on my head and we ran around and everything was kind of super for a while. I went to get on the bus and looked for bus money in my wallet (after being at a fair or something where there were some demons and they ripped people apart and haunted a kid or something.) and I had a lot of $3 bills and ****ing coupon-dollars and irregular sized bills and stuff and I was like "is this normal?" to the bus driver and he was like "you're kind of stupid, aren't you?" and I was like "hey, my mom's friend is the one who paid me and I didn't expect her to cheat the **** out of me. Is it so wrong to have that attitude towards a trusted adult?" Then I found two real $1s and got on the bus.

12/06/2011
"Chocolate"

I was in the woods, but I believe I was only watching this dream; disembodied. It was a backwoods slasher-movie type of scenario, with this huge, hulking mutant of a hillbilly cannibal lumbering around in a filthy shack. I had seen more of this 'creature' - for lack of a better word - earlier on in the dream, but I don't remember very much. I know that he had a double-barrelled shotgun that he carried on him, at all times, and his house was pretty much just carelessly littered with the carcasses of his past victims. And that he was ugly, and that the only word he ever said throughout the dream was "chocolate", in a low, neanderthalic voice.

Before too long, there was a group of three hikers, who'd come up a trail that took them into this freakshow's area. They soon found themselves confronted by this monstrousity and abducted at gunpoint - thrown into cages and held until their new host decided that he was hungry. The room that they were being held in looked like a lion's den. The rotting remains of his 'left-overs' thrown carelessly all across the room. It was a disgusting sight, and the hikers knew that they had to try to and escape as soon as they could. At first, they could only see the gory, dismembered remains of those who were there before them, but it wasn't until later that they figured out their mutant captor was actually eating his victims. One of the hikers actually ended up being eaten, but I don't remember it. However I did find out that "chocolate" was what he refered to his victims as, while eating them.

The last thing I remember is that 2 of the hikers had made it out of the ordeal alive. The other was 'turned into chocolate' - meaning he was eaten. (Actually, it wasn't until writing this, that I realized how much the mutant's calling his victims 'chocolate' sounded so much like when Majin Buu was turning people into chocolate on Dragonball Z.) The remaining two had spent the last few minutes running for their lives, through the woods, and had stopped somewhere to breathe, thinking that they had lost their pursuer. I was watching them, sitting on a downed tree trunk, just beginning to relax after the hell they'd been through. Then, I heard the familiar grumble of the word "chocolate," and twin shotgun barrells raised up into my perspective, as if I was the one behind the trigger. There was a loud blast, and I watched one of the men explode, from his head to his ribcage - ripped open as if the shotgun blast had been a grenade that went off in his body. I had just enough time to see the man beside him flinch from the crimson explosion, before everything went black.

Can't remember which day this was. I had completely forgotten it until I was reading some dream journals on here and had a wave of all these dreams come to my mind.
Nothing lucid, but here's one of them from a while ago:

The dream started off with myself running through the night in a a clear 5 acre field beside my parents house. There were big round hay bails dotted here and there. There was a slight hill in front of me and I threw my body into the base of it and lay still. Tracer rounds were being fired off into the air whizzing past me from the opposite side of the field and the roar of a bunch of footsteps and yelling filled the air. The ground started to vibrate as they neared and vague silhouettes of people start to take shape. I squeezed the trigger of my gun and shot A LOT of bullets into the fray of people, as did many other allies nearby who I did not know were present. Things became fuzzy then clear again. When clarity was regained I found myself now running away from the opposition, however we have advanced our front line very close to theirs. With each step the ground seem to liquify and be very smooshy and soft. I stopped in the middle of the field looking at the ground. I walked around slowly and stabbed at the ground with my foot. It would move like a water bed, and upon closer inspection it wasn't the ground at all, but it was the corpses and blood from our enemies. I stopped, feeling an overwhelming rush of power, and turned around to face the opposition. They caught sight of me walking towards them and they fled instantly into the hills. I came to the place where they were set up and the ground was back to normal. I swung around to shout a victory cry, only to be met by a truck that looked like this:
http://cbbigelow.files.wordpress.com...moving-van.jpg
With FRONTLINE stuck on the front (the part that hangs over the cab)and read EXACTLY like this:
http://lekf.co.uk/images/frontline-logo.gif
I've never seen this word in my life and have no idea how I knew about it. The hood was open and the engine was of some alien technology that glowed green out of random places on the it.
After inspecting the truck, my dream passed and I woke up.

6/23/2011
The dream is first person, I'm myself and am accompanied by a sciencey looking man, a woman, and her child. We go downwards into a vault type area and see the most horrible things in front of us. As we walk through this darkened metallic area we see to our sides great machines that work away all day under a building... They're grinding people. The gore is massive, endless and disgusting. Great gears and spiked spindles tear apart the meat and produce rain of red into a giant consuming pit under each. There is little or no dialogue between us as we reach a fork. To the right is light from a hole in the ceiling and to the other is an elevator; and by my suggestion we open the elevator. Inside there are dozens of floors on the panel outside the elevator but only three appeal to me, S1, S2, and S3. I press the button for S3, and when the doors open the entire elevator is covered in the gore we saw earlier, and it appears darker than our current area. I quickly close it and decide that S1 is probably nicer. As I guessed, the doors opened and it looked totally normal, metallic and safe. I usher in the child and woman and send them off. Next up I open S2, which is considerably less frightening than S3, although still fairly disgusting. I reopened S3, and sent in the man, who was now a Marine looking guy with a machine gun. I closed him in and he wasnt very happy about it when he was sent off.
Now, I have a gun and head into S2 sending myself down. When the gears grind to the bottom and I reach my destination the hallway is extremely narrow and ends about two steps after i enter. Then, it begins to open and as it does the insides of the walls im expected to walk through are covered in the grinding saw blades that did wonders on making mince out of the bodies and the entire time I walked through the ever opening passage I felt like I was going to die at any moment. Then, in a truly theatrical manner some kind of creature pulls itself out of a pit of gears and says something canon to what you would expect for entering its lair.
I remember saying something to myself like, this wont be scary I've seen it before and as I thought it was a recycled sprite from some game or other and the dream suddenly turned third person. A few gunshots later and I was able to kill it, then it zooms out and im in my bedroom playing this "game" I had imagined. After a short conversation with my brother who walked in about the game a score screen came up... Heh, Resident Evil was always fun wasnt it? Thats what we called it.

May 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 228: Origin of the Muskox
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 12
DILD
around 5:00am



There was a group of us standing around a camp fire. We seemed to be in an extreme northern climate. It was cold, I could see snow covered mountains in the background, and very few trees/plants around the area. The ground was covered in a very light skiff of snow that seemed more frost-like than actual snow. Jacob Black (from the Twilight series) was there at the campfire along with several other DCs I did not recognize. We had tents set up and I was looking for the bottle of vodka I had brought. After searching for a bit, I randomly became lucid.

I stepped out of the tent and looked around. The environment was incredible. Suddenly, Jacob ran up to me with an excited look on his face. He said, "Dude, lets go throw some spears!" I was now curious, so I followed him over to a large area. There was now a Muskox with us and another guy with blonde hair. There were a pile of spears laying on the ground. I saw Jacob pick up a spear and throw it. It stuck a good distance out in front of us. The blonde guy threw his spear and it landed several feet short of Jacob's. I watched as the muskox grabbed a spear, stood up like a human and launched it. It was a really shitty throw. It was very wobbly and started curving to the right. The spear spiraled down and stuck right into Jacob's shoulder. He hit the ground and I started laughing at the situation.

I threw my spear, but it disappeared off into the distance. I decided to throw another one and try not to cheat with my lucidity as much. It landed in the same general area as the first two throws. I walked over to Jacob and saw that he had removed the spear. His arm had a huge gash and was bleeding badly. I could see muscle and bone in the deep wound. He shook it off and we walked to the next tee box. It was set up just like a golf course, only we were throwing spears. Jacob threw a very short throw with his mangled arm. The blonde kid had a decent throw and then I threw and landed right on the flag stick. I then watched intently as the muskox threw. He launched another horrible spear that wobbled and curved way off course. This time I saw the spear flying toward the blonde kid. The spear was spinning around in a circle and sliced the kid clean in half. It looked like a mortal kombat fatality. I thought, "Holy shit!" Everyone just ignored that this happened and we continued to the next tee box. On my way to the next tee box, I walked by the pile of body parts and blood that once was the blonde kid.

Once we got up to the next tee box, Jacob cried out in pain and clutched his shoulder. Suddenly, he collapsed and a muskox climbed out of his shoulder wound. I heard a strange noise and turned around. Another muskox emerged from the bloody pile that was once the blonde kid. The muskox gathered in front of me and started all throwing spears. They were all terrible throws and some curved backwards right for me. I realized that they were trying to birth another muskox using me as the victim. I took flight and started dodging the flying spears with ease. I caught one of the spears and then swooped down at one of the muskox. I sliced it in half and it burst 100 tiny muskox. These tiny muskox attacked the other two full grown ones and started eating them alive. I thought to myself, "This has got to be one of the strangest sights ever..."

The tiny muskox army devoured the two larger ones in seconds. They then started running for the campsite. I flew over to the campsite and could hear screaming from the tents. After a few moments the muskox had devoured everyone at the campsite as well as the tents, sleeping bags, and whatnot. They all jumped into the campfire one after the other and seemed to be sacrificing themselves. I awoke as I watched this strange event.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED


3:00 GMT

Gore nightmares
I had a long night of really gore nightmares. I didn’t made a huge effort to recall them, because they were so bloody uncomfortable, but some images were just carved in my memory.
First I recall being forced to watch some guy being tortured to death. A group of men crushed and shredded his limbs and while he was being hanged from somewhere, they were plucking bits of flesh and bone slowly from him, to prolong the excruciating pain. I recall making an effort to wake up from this awful dream but not being able to do so right away.
Later I recall being chased by some guys – possibly the same ones, from whom I had escaped – and they are trying to kill me with an axe. I’m inside some barn, jumping fences and what have you. They hit some innocent guy (caught in the middle) in the chest with the axe, which explodes in a shower of blood. I then fight one of the guys and get his axe from him. Then I’m forced to defend myself by using it against them. I feel really bad for using so much violence, but I see no other solution. I cut some arms and legs and kill or mortally wound them all. Then I don’t recall anything else.

8:00 GMT

Back to University
I’m at a university, which is different from the one I attended, but I still feel It's my university. I’m visiting the corridor where I used to have some classes in the amphitheatres when a group of students passes by me, freaking out, because they were in charge of booking a room for their class and they messed up and the room is now occupied with another class. Before their professor arrives, I help them finding an empty room. They thank me and go inside. I continue down the corridor, feeling very nostalgic about college life.
I am then invited to join a special class for ex-students visiting from all over the world on this special day. I’m sitting on the left row of tables a large room which looks more like a warehouse or a barn. It’s clearly an improvised classroom to welcome such a big group. I do a trick with a pencil, like making it stand up on the table, to impress a colleague next table and this triggers my lucidity. I decide to leave this place and go outside. I think about flying through the roof or crossing the wall, but end up just walking through the door, because I don’t want to disturb the other DC’s or dreamers’ dream. The professor calls for my name and either is asking me to go back to my place or for input on something. But I smile and say “No, no, I’m out of here. Have a good day!”

The hidden treasure of the Town of Denn
Outside I think I can use this opportunity to achieve the RPG goal. So I see some woods and think this could be the forest outside the Town of Denn, but there’s no town around so I must look for the real one, not settle for this weak version. But here there are no holes on the ground, no walls, no doors, nothing I can use as portal and I’m not so good at just opening portals yet. So I decide to simply spin over myself while wishing to teleport to Denn. It has the double function of making lucidity stronger.
When I stop I am on top of a hill over the Town of Denn. There’s an earth road spiralling through some stone walled terraced gardens to the centre of the town. I see farmers working, I see people taking water from a well, I see merchants, etc. People are dressed in very colourful medieval clothes, mostly in brown, green and wine tones. There’s a lot of activity going on and I would have loved to just observe it, but I must not let it distract me or I will not finalize my task. I fly down over the city centre but I only stop at the outside walls to look around into the woods. Where to look for the treasure? It could be anywhere. I decide to go to an area where the fortress walls are breached. It’s as good as anywhere else and it is the place where the forest outside is more dense. But once I’m there I have no clue where to dig. I just try to follow my instinct. I see a stone at the very end of the wall, which looks completely different from the rest. It is whitish and smooth. I clear the dirt from it and find some inscriptions as if it is from a tomb. It clearly doesn’t belong there. I lift it up, hopeful to find something under it. I find nothing, just more dirt, but I decide to dig right there. But then when I turned the stone over to put it on the floor, I noticed some concavity on it and inside it I found a small box. I get it out and it seems made of plaster, because it is white and light. But it ain’t soft and malleable like plaster. It has some high relief patterns carved and some rest of paint in pinkish and bluish tones. The drawing looks like a Mayan design On the bottom right of this strange box there is a round button. I press it and it opens in two pieces. The two pieces have more carved drawings, on the left plaque more patterns, like stylized roses and crosses inside circles and on the right plaque carvings of animals, like a whale, a moose and you name it, floating between clouds in the sky and coming down to earth. The plaques then split up into 5 and then 10 parallelepiped pieces. But it wasn’t broken, it was some automated mechanism. I then started moving these little parallelepiped pieces in my hand and found out they were magnetic and could be put together again in different combinations. They kind of naturally started to rearrange themselves into a different sequence and formed completely new designs. On the left plaque there was now some kind of reddish monstrous creature and on the right plaque a different kind of yellowish monstrous creature with what seemed to be a monstrous robotic dog under his command. I was like “What is this about?” Then I realised there were probably many more combinations of the plates which would explain who these creatures were and what was the meaning of all this and what this thing was for. But I started to slip out of the dream and I woke up.

10:00 GMT

Some of my family was at my house and I was watching the football game. It was the packers verses some random team. There were some pretty good hits, and the score ended up being 10 to zero. My brother stopped by and said "are you guys ready"? My sister said yes, and I threw on some last minute clothes.

We headed to a house that was apparently owned by some relatives I didn't know about, and my sister and I were outside. They had about four dogs, all of them were huge, and they were nice to us. I remember one slobbered on my hand, and I let it drip down on his face and told him "you see, this is how it feels".

All of a sudden all the dogs left at once, and I heard some noise coming from around the corner. I looked, and there was a bear in the yard. The dogs were barking at him, and the bear was growling. I wanted to help out, but not without some sort of weapon. I looked around and saw some lighter fluid and a shot gun, but the gun had no bullets. My sister told her kids to get back, and I kept looking around for something I could use.

The neighbors were shooting pellet guns, and I knew that was out of the question. I headed towards my cousins house, and asked them if they had any guns. The lady is taking her sweet time to find it, and she comes up empty handed. I hear the kids and my sister screaming, so I rush back over there, and I see the bear has one of the dogs wrapped up, and it's pounding away at it's head. Each swipe the bear makes, flings blood tens of feet in the air. I'm so mad, but I can't do anything.

Method: DILD
Recall: great
Lucid Ability:8
Vividness: perfect
Dream Length:long

I'm in this huge bathroom/shower...gigantic even. There are several showers inside, and jacuzzi type tubs. The ceilings are high and everything is round, ocean like. Theres a certain calmness about this place. I played around with one of the showers, and it came on from the ceiling with a pull of a switch like a fan. When The shower started spraying, the tub automatically started filling up, and overflowing into the rest of the room, because it was designed that way. The room just looked like everything sort of flowed when all of the showers would have been turned on. There was a main drain in the center of the room for good reason.

Finally I turned it off by using a handle I saw at another location and I started heading out. As I left the room, I saw my sister-n-law and she was with some kids. I guess she was going to help them get a shower or something. I get outside, and see that I'm at some huge hotel/resort, and it's one big party. Some kid walks up to me and tells me about some girl who likes him, or something out of the blue, and I'm looking around and everyone is hooking up with everyone at the moment.

I found it odd that he would randomly start talking to me, and then I looked in the window. I saw some girl sitting at a desk reading some paper, and her top was hanging down just so one nipple was exposed. I grabbed the guy and said "hey did you see that!?". The DC was clueless to what was going on. I sped up and left him, and continued walking around this area, and did a u-turn.

There are literally tons of people out here, and everyones having a good time. It's the middle of the day, but all the people are drinking. There are even people having sex. I mean hot chicks doing average joes, and there are designated areas. Somethings not adding up.

I see my brothers and my sister, and they greet them, it looks like I arrived just in time for breakfast. The plates are already set out with food, and they all say "hi". I asked my oldest brother...
Me: What day is it?
Him: Labor day
Me: How did I get here?
Him: You don't remember?
Me: what day is it again?
Him: It's September the first
Me: So you're saying I slept all the way until next year and arrived here?

I stared at my plate and watched it wobble back and forth for a few moments, and it flew across the table at one of my brothers. He says I was rude. I look at them and say "don't you guys realize that this is a dream right now?". Even the guy who was playing live (80s) music started saying "he's dreaming". Over and over in the song. After making a few more plates fly at my siblings, I decided there was other things to get into.


IE: It's Plan B time

I walked around until I found the perfect candidate. There were two Columbian girls sitting at the bar. They both had auburn hair and fake boobs, and they one looked my age, and one looked a little older. I sat right between them and started kissing on the neck. Two seconds later, her friend pulls me away from her, and starts kissing me. Then she lets me go, and I started kissing the other girl again. Then we both started three way kissing. My hands are just exploring as much as possible at this moment, and they both stand up and pull down their skirts.

Spoiler for it gets graphic here.:

One girl climbs up her barstool and says "do me". I took her down off of it, and proceeded. Then I switched to the other girl. They wanted me to cum so bad. I pulled out of her and took off my condom, it had a small amount in it, and they wanted me to give it to them.

Something didn't seem right by that. I started walking off, and they got really mad at me. They kept telling me that thats what they needed me to do. I walked up to a sink with condiments on it and poured hot sauce into it, and flushed it down the sink.

All of a sudden theres an explosion of violence. EVERYONE starts fighting. Just then, hundreds of people with weapons they got from no where started killing and maiming each other. Guess who was the only unnamed guy there? Not only that, the first thing I picked up was a butter knife but I had lucidity on my side. Some big guy started rushing at me, and I cut his throat with it. I was expecting blood, but nothing happened, the guy just plopped down face first into the floor.

I jumped over the long dinner table and watched a guy who used a weapon that was like a small chainsaw that acted more like a wood chipper. Bloods flying everywhere from the guy he's working, and the first thing I think is "I gotta get me one of those". He turns around and tries to use it on me, and I block it, grab it from his hands, and I started cutting him up. Seriously, I don't know what this thing was, but blood tissue, bones and everything else, was just flying from the guy at me. Tons of it, I moved on to the next guy, and it had the same reaction. I'm covered in blood and guts at this point, and each time I do it, it never gets old. Then the dream abruptly ends.

FA

I'm in my bed with my eyes closed thinking "damn....I was owning them"....then I really woke up.