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This nightmare happened 2 years ago, but it had such an impact on me that I decided to write about it. It also happened during a really stressful time of my life, which I've noticed is a pattern for my lucid dreams.

There's a few things in this nightmare that almost never happen in my other dreams/nightmares:

• I dream from multiple counsciousnesses/POVs
• I die multiple times
• I feel the pain that is induced
• I see what happens after death
• I possibly experienced Astral Travel and went to the Astral Plane
• I am aware of my past lives and how they died

The nightmare:
It is night. I think 9 - 11 pm. It starts with me being in the consciousness of a woman. I somehow know what I'm doing, what I am supposed to do, what my purpose is and who is my team. I know that I am in a secret group that is revolting against the government, which is supposed to be evil and corrupted. With a group of people, I am sent on a mission to enter a government building (which is highly secured by the authorities). As images of it flash through my mind, I know that we are highly equipped for this occasion. I'm also aware that we are dressed in a very late 90's/early 2000s dystopian sci-fi/tech style, and I think that's when i start becoming slightly lucid, because I remember thinking "Oh, we look like that movie from the real world, The Matrix", and feeling weird after thinking that. Like something isn't right. But I brush the feeling off since I have something very important to focus on.
Me amongst my teammates enter the building, each one of us going through a different entrance (it flashes through my mind again). We are looking for something, I think it was some documents or something to do with classified information. At one point, I see government agents entering the room I am in, running towards me. I run away, while alerting my teammates trough a mic I had. Now, we are all trying to escape the security, in order not to get killed. I enter an elevator and go to a different floor, thinking I'm safe. I get caught off guard when I exit the elevator, seeing a toddler-sized worm creature in front of me. It was staring at me (even though it had no eyes), drooling. It had a round mouth full of sharp teeth. I was frozen from fear. It jumps on me, and starts eating my abdomen, and biting and pulling out my intestines. It was very bloody and gory, and I completely felt all the pain that it caused me. It was pure agony, a type of pain I've never experienced before, and I just wanted it to end.
After the creature kept going for a short while, suddenly, everything stopped. My consciousness is now in the body of a different teammate (a man this time),and that's when I become lucid.

I realize that my consciousness transferred to another body because the woman I was before had died (due to the worm creature eating and ripping her intestines apart).
I am now highly stressed, knowing my teammate had died, and alert my teammates while finding a plan to run away. I am aware that the security is coming towards me, as I know where they are (having visions from my former body). This time, I don't take the elevator, going instead down some stairs. I enter a room where I meet my teammates. I tell them that our other teammate had died, and that we have to leave now. But I get caught off guard by the security entering the room. They run towards us. While a few of my teammates get to run away, they manage to catch the rest of us, including me. They stab me through my abdomen with a sawback machette. It is again very bloody and gory, very realistic, and I feel all the horrible pain as I watch, in pure shock, all the blood oozing out of my wound. This time, I can feel myself quickly dying, and as my vision fades, my only thought is "Damn it, I failed again. I can't fail the next time." (so I somehow knew that my consciousness would transfer to another body?).
Now, my consciousness is transferred to (again) another man, which is the supposed boss of the team. I am very panicked, being on the run. I am afraid that I won't be able to protect the rest of my teammates. And my fears came true. We had entered the elevator, going to the last floor, as we had planned to escape through the rooftop. When we exit the elevator, we get cornered by the security and their boss. I watch in horror as they kill all of my teammates, keeping me for their last kill (again, very gory, very realistic and bloody). I now realize that I am hopeless, and I have failed: all of my teammates are dead, our mission had failed, I was about to get killed, and there would be none of us left. The security boss and his agents are very calm, yet clear about their intentions. As I am cornered, I am forced to sit down on a bench behind me. The boss explains to me that he's going to kill me, and my consciousness would be transferred to an unknown person in the future. I am somehow slightly calm and accepting of my fate, only being worried about who I'll be in the future.
The boss gives me 2 options to die: I can cooperate and let him "peacefully" kill me, or fight back (but it would be way harder and more painful). I choose the "peaceful" option, as I do not wish to struggle anymore.
The boss puts a special glove on. It is very thick, made of copper and gold. At the fingertips are small little glowing dots. He slowly passes his hand through my knee (as if my knee was some sort of projection or transparent?), and while his hand passes trough my knee, I feel this indescribable pain, worse than any of the ones I've felt before. It's stabbing, and I can feel it in my skin, flesh and bones.
My vision slowly fades to this blue, bright galaxy.

I'm still lucid. In the dream, I somehow knew that I was in the Astral Plane. At this point, I know I died again, and I have no other body to go into, so I must travel to the future. I travel at the speed of light towards some place, so fast that my vision starts fading to white.

I then slowly open my eyes. AGain, I am still lucid. It is night again, and I am in some dystopian, riverside cyber city. I get a vision of me walking down the street. I am a young teenage girl, and next to me is my pet: a robot dog. I am thinking about all of my past lives and what happened to them, not forgetting my mission. I still have the same mission, but this time I'm completely alone: there's only me and my cyberdog. We are heading to some big corporate building, where I know some government member is having dinner. We enter the building, and head to the restaurant. I spot the person I'm looking for, indeed eating at a table, talking to some other elite. They seem to be having a serious conversation. I sit at a table close to theirs, and order some food.
As I wait for my food, I eavesdrop on their conversation: they're talking about a plan to stal all of the private information of citizens and implant spyware in their devices. Then they notice that I seem suspicious, since we were the only people in the whole restaurant, and I chose to sit so close to them. Hearing their remark, I go to the bathroom to prevent drawing more attention (but I later find out that I did quite the opposite). I look in the mirror, looking at my face, and the cold neon lighting. As I looked in my eyes, I was thinking to myself how weird and interesting this dream this is, and hoped that I'd dream of it again, so I could come back to this universe and continue my mission (so I was aware that the dream was gonna end, and I was aware that I had the power to end it).
I am suddenly aware that the elites called the cops, and I had to leave. I wasn't in a hurry, as I knew they weren't even there yet, but still didn't waste my time, as I didn't want to risk dying again.
I run out of the building, my cyberdog following me. We get out, and I suddenly have some weird type of electric roller skates (like in JSRF I think?). We climb on one of those utility poles, and skate away on the power line.

I remember feeling the wind on my skin, having this extreme sense of freedom I haven't experienced much times in my life, and enjoying the moment. I think I was in a pure trance, in ecstasy. And I decided that's how I wanted my nightmare/dream to end. And I ended it. I don't know how. I just ended it, and then I woke up.


Waking up and impact of the nightmare:
When I woke up, I could still feel the pain in my abdomen, intestines and knee (from being eaten alive, being stabbed, and then whatever that last death was). It was, again, this horrible pain I had never experienced before, just like in my nightmare. I was lucky that some ibuprofen got rid of the pain. I was also in deep shock, and the whole day, all I could think about was this nightmare.
This nightmare had left me in shock for a few days. Also, this happened during a time of my life where I was going through a lot of stress; I was severely depressed, in constant stress and anxiety, with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, drank at least 2 monsters a day, and slept only max. 2 hrs a day (I would sometimes sleep only 40 mins, or none at all; I had to wake up at 5 am and take 8 hrs of classes every day).

During this time, I would almost never have dreams; but on the rare occasion I did have them, they were always gory, bloody, shocking nightmares. I think I was going insane: my mental and physical health was deteriorating, and my nightmares were a manifestation of my mental state.
This nightmare and another (which I'll write about later), were the ones to change me and make me get my life together. I think I was kinda traumatized by them lol, because I decided I NEVER wanted to experience something like them again. Ever since, I slowly fixed my sleeping schedule. I now get 8 - 10 hrs of sleep daily, and have been for a while.
Ever since, I haven't had a nightmare like that again, and I'm happy to say so.

But I still have questions: why did I feel the pain so well? Why did I still feel the pain after I woke up? Did I travel to the Astral Plane? Was it Astral Projection? Is it possible to return to that universe if I wanted to?
I don't know...

This dream took place in my childhood home. People from the government were in my living room and I had some trash I needed to discard. In an attempt to toss it in the trash, I accidentally threw it at one of the government workers, a shorter blonde woman. Immediately, she turned around and said she was going to kill me. I asked her if it was because I was trans and if she really thought I was evil and she said yes to both. Cut to me in a black van with her and another blonde-haired stockier white woman. I saw them driving towards a lake and that's approximately when I realized they were trying to drown me by driving in there. They got out of the car and swam up to the surface, failing to lock the car doors so that I could drown properly. In attempting to leave the lake, I was grabbed by the arm.

In another part of the dream I was being treated without humanity. Several people entered my room, escorted by one of the government agents, with the intent to rent it out. This I believe is inspired by the fact that at one point when I was still living in Sacramento, A family was invited by the landlord into our house while we were still living there with the interest in purchasing it. Most of the people called me He and treated me as an animal that was simply inhabiting the room they intended on living in. I tried hiding my face with my phone so as to perhaps avoid being clocked as trans, but I suppose by then the mass dehumanization of trans people had already happened. My first thought was "what the fuck? How am I gonna make music and art or have privacy? This is deliberate psychological torture". Most of the potential renters left and the person who remained was a white dude with pink hair and a scraggly, brown beard. He still treated me like a subhuman creature, but he gave me attention and a degree of dignity despite still misgendering me and let me snuggle up to him while he was in a chair. I begged him to not let them know too much about me as by this point I had already confided in him far too much. He said he could try but he seemed incredibly hesitant, perhaps a queer person trying in vain to appeal to the regime. I became desperate and tried putting my arms around him and right as I was about to close in, my eyes opened and I immediately woke up at 5:30am to my empty room in the bay area that I reside in now.

While this dream is an encapsulated snapshot of my current issues, such as my anxiety about trans genocide and fascism, my attachment and trust issues, and my trauma surrounding being poor and abused by capitalism, it was also, in retrospect, kinda fucking hilarious in a lot of other ways. Like dude at least lock the car like what the fuck. Who taught you how to kill trannies?

All in all, reflecting on this dream makes me feel more hopeful about the future and reminds me of the fact that while I definitely know we're gonna suffer, the american empire will absolutely collapse in my lifetime, even if they get me in a year. An empire collapses every 250 years.

So in the dream, my mom had previously had a heart attack; me and the rest of my close family went to the hospital with her, and she ended up surviving. Later on she held a speech about something in front of a large crowd of people, I don't know what the speech was about. While holding the speech, she was shot straight through the heart; for some reason this wasn't instantly lethal and she was again taken to the hospital. She was told that she she only had a few months to live. She could leave the hospital and wasn't confined to any machines, but it was like cancer where you just suddenly die towards the end.

*What I wrote above was past memories in the dream and my dream kind of starts here*: Me and my extended family were at my grandparents house, it was a family gathering that was rather common. The mood was pretty depressing as everyone knew my mom only had a few months to live, so we tried to enjoy her company before she died. We tried not to mention her limited lifespan.

I left to go on a walk alone, as I needed to gather my thoughts. The area I was walking in was a wild grass-plain area with an abandoned bunker near it. It was a very calm and peaceful area that was easy to walk in. Suddenly my mom showed up out of nowhere, and I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She smiled and gave off a certain warmth that I can't describe.
We then started walking together while talking, it was very casual and it felt nice, but something seemed off. I forgot what we were talking about but I eventually realised it wasn't my mom, but someone disguised as her. Not with like a clothing/mask disguise, but like a transformation disguise. Suddenly the thing pretending to be my mom morphed and revealed itself to be the devil. He started tormenting me with everything that's wrong with me and taunted me with how my mom was going to die and that I would never see her again.
Then I woke up.

I rode my bike to this hotel that was nearby to sit and do homework. The hotel was located near a beach. The hotel building itself wasn't too eye-catching but the surroundings expressed a sense of Nordic summer beauty. Behind the hotel was a forest with flourishing wild nature, and in front of the hotel was a large area filled with chairs and grey parasols. The weather was warm but not too hot, as it was kept in balance by the occasional chilly wind. The sun was shining with no clouds in the sky and the atmosphere was generally very comfortable. The hotel was very lively, with people walking around and some just relaxing in the chairs or at the beach.

Most days I would go to the hotel to do homework and go back home to my student accommodation at the end of the day. But today I was at the hotel with the rest of my family to participate in some weird beach activity where we would ride dolphins. It almost ended with some of us getting eaten by sharks though.

Later that same day, a little girl was sitting under a parasol with her grandma and they offered me a sandwich that was wrapped in white wrapping paper. I accepted it but didn't eat it immediately, and eventually forgot about it.
I went back to my student accommodation and arrived at the hotel the next day. The atmosphere felt very ominous. The sky was light grey, it was slightly chilly and only a few people were at the hotel, besides that there were a bunch of policemen and an ambulance with medics standing around someone. I walked closer to see what was going on. I saw the drowned and semi-rotten corpses of the grandma and little girl who had given me that sandwich the other day. Their skin had a slight green tint to them, like they were moulding from the inside. Their skin was also torn with some visible flesh. It would be fairly unpleasant to see, but it didn't bother me much and I just went home with my family who were still there for some reason. Everything hotel-related took place outside, I never entered the hotel.

So we got home and I went to the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I turned forward to see the little girl's and grandma's rotten corpses sitting while laying over the kitchen table. My heart sank, I felt intensely sick and scared. I tried calling for my parents but the words couldn't leave my mouth. I was stuttering too much and couldn't raise my voice at all. I then noticed the sandwich they gave me lying on the table. I slowly walked over to the table and slightly touched it.
As soon as I touched it, the corpses start impulsively shaking, like they were getting electrocuted. The sudden movement shocked me. As they continued shaking I saw the grandmas eyes start to move, and she locks eyes with me. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. I was terrified and ran to the living room.

When I got to the living room I saw my mom standing there, she was slightly leaning forward while holding her face with her palms, groaning. I noticed she was rapidly rotting and drying up, I also saw my sister in another room experiencing the same thing. I quickly ran to my little brothers room to see a completely shrivelled up and rotten corpse. He was dead. My whole family was dead. I then for some reason knew the grandma was gonna come to kill me. The fear of getting hunted down mixed with the overwhelming grief I felt in my heart was so unbearable that i quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed myself in the stomach to end the suffering.
Then I woke up.

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So I had this dream where me and my sister would try to kill eachother every single day. We would try to do sneak attacks and such, kinda like assassins. We would use knives, pencils, screwdrivers, or whatever we could find to kill the other person.
It always ended with one of us dying and waking up the next morning like nothing had happened. It was kinda like groundhog day, but instead of repeating the same day we just woke up the next morning.
As days passed I mostly won the exhanges because I was physically stronger, even if it was always close. I previously remember getting shot and instantly killed in the past, which I thought was a lucky and painless way to die.

My sister was a total psychopath. She was sardistic and maniacal, and she became more insane as she continued to get killed in intensely painful ways every single day. She reminded me a lot like "Azula" from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". I didn't really want to kill her, but I had to as a form of self defence. One day she was laying on top of me as she tried stabbing my eyes out with a pencil, but I ended up getting the upper hand and slowly pushed the pencil through her eye and into her brain, killing her in a slow and agonizing way. I can still clearly remember the hideous and awful screams from the different times she got killed.
I was completely willing to stop fighting with her, but she was far past the point of no return. I could tell she desperately wanted to hurt me and was willing to continue trying to murder me.
We also both had these top assassin friends who understood what was going on. I tried telling our parents what was happening but for some reason they never really understood properly.

It might sound cool but it was absolutely horrifying. I was terrified of getting killed because of the pain, and what scared me the most was the knowledge that one day she would overpower me, and when she did she would most likely torture the shit out of me.

**Authers note: I got all my dreams written down in a very vague note-form that I write as soon as I wake up. Usually as I read the notes and write the dream out formally, I remember a bunch of small details that I add. But this dream is from over 2 years ago and I wrote it out formally today so I might have forgotten some parts of the dream. I think this is my oldest interesting dream and I would love to hear peoples thoughts on it**

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I had this dream where I was attending an infinitely huge convention that was split up into different sections, and there was a section for literally everything: cars, arts, videogames, and even super specific stuff. Each section had it's own space, which was essentially just a huge room, connected by hallways. There were also a lot of outdoor areas with different paths and different type of nature, both wild and groomed, filled with flourishing fountains and beautiful springs. Some paths even went alongside the hallways, which had glass windows. The inside of the convention rooms were not as elegant, they mainly just looked like massive storage rooms if you look past the convention stuff.

So I had been at the convention for a while, and as I randomly encountered friends and people I knew, I hung out with them. At the current moment I was with my mom and I met my friend Barry whom i decided to go with. We were just walking around, talking and looking at random stuff.
Apparently if you think of a person and write "goto *name*" on something, you teleport to them. So I said to Barry "I'm gonna teleport to Tyler" who is another friend of ours. I wrote down his name and I teleported to Tyler who was in the CP section, filled with different booths, huge posters and naked kids. Tyler was standing around a bunch of naked 9 year olds, and as he saw me he said "wassup bob".

My heart sank. The urge of wanting to leave hit me like a truck as I looked for something to write on to teleport back to Barry. I was panicking.
Even though Tyler and a bunch of other people were there, i completely forgot about them because their existence didn't matter to me at that point. I just knew that "I" didn't belong there and knew the area was strictly off-limits for me.
A worker saw me and started talking to me like i was mentally impaired; he was speaking calmly with a fake smile as he slowly approached me. I knew he thought i was mentally insane because only a crazy/retarded person would go to the CP section of the convention.
I saw that he was holding a huge syringe that he tried to hide behind his back and i realised he wanted to subdue me; either to arrest me or put me in a psych ward or something.
I suddenly found something to write on. I attempted to write "goto Barry", but i kept misspelling it as i was still in a very panicky state. He kept approaching as the situation intensified more and more. He eventually got close enough and suddenly striked, injecting the syringe into me which caused me to slowly pass out.
**Authors note: I won't sugarcoat it, Tyler is a pedophile.**

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My dream began in a house in what seemed to be a classic American suburb. I was getting a haircut by a barber that my brother recommended to me. It was the type of "underground" barber that would cut your hair for cheap and only take cash. I entered the garage and saw a guy with a girl standing next to him; they were both of Korean descent.

I took my seat and looked at the TV-screen in front of me. The barber was putting up "funny images" on the screen and was just having fun, fucking about (I do not remember what the images were but they were not funny to me).
After a while, the guy slowly started cutting my hair, and halfway through I realised it looked like shit. I had faith that the barber knew what he was doing so I didn't say or do anything. But when he was done, I was almost completely bald on the backside of my head with uneven lumps of hair sticking out. My hair was a complete mess and I was legitimately considering buying a wig.

While contemplating what to do, I looked to the left to see my friend James standing under the garage door. When he saw me, he broke out laughing. At this point I was furious and I chased after him because I wanted to beat him up. Although I tried, I could not catch up to James and gave up chasing him fairly quickly.

I was still fuming with rage to the point where I couldn't contain myself. I felt the primal urge to destroy someone, but no one was around. So in an attempt to attract people to me, I screamed "N*GGER" as loud as I could, in hopes that some angry bystander would approach me. As luck would have it, three guys approached me in anger. Without the slightest hint of hesitation, I immediately attacked the guy standing in the middle. I was simply enraged, beyond rhyme or reason, my main goal was to inflict as much pain as possible. The others attacked me as well as I went back and forth between the three of them, exchanging hits. Even though I took a lot of brutal hits, I was so outraged and doped up on adrenalin that I felt no pain. I just kept on fighting them, not caring for their well being, until I completely lost myself in a moment of euphoria.
Then I woke up.

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My wife and I had recently decided we wanted a change of pace, and moved to live in the woods. Our house was big enough and was completely removed from the rest of society, secluded and peaceful. As far as we knew, we lived alone out there. A few weeks after moving, I had started to hear a tapping noise coming from outside. I assumed this was from trees outside banging into our walls, as it often got windy out there. Over the course of 2 or so months, the tapping got louder and louder.

We wake up one morning before the sun had risen and I say goodbye to her as she heads off to work. I sit in our room as I listen to her car pull out of our gravel driveway and drive off. A few minutes later, I hear knocking at the door. I'm thinking maybe she had forgotten something, so I answer it. But no one's there. I try to see through the darkness and fog of the early morning out to our driveway, but I don't see anything parked. I look to my left and spot our black dog laying on the veranda playing with his toy, so I assume it was him who had just been scratching on the door. As a soft rain starts to fall, I go back inside.

I close the door. Inside the living room, I hear that familiar tapping on the window, now the loudest I had ever heard it. Like a knock. These taps were too evenly spaced together to have been from any kind of tree being blown about by the wind. The rain is picking up now, coming down hard on my tin roof. Suddenly, from the other wall of the living room I hear that same knock. Outside I see the dark silhouettes of trees surrounding my house thrashing and waving back and forth in the storm's howling wind, and paranoia starts to fill my gut. I try to calm my nerves, reminding myself that I am the only thing out here. As waves of hail and rain come down on my house, I walk back to my bedroom.

I look under the bed, the space between the frame and the floor too small for anything to fit underneath. The closet, full of clothes. Under the desk, nothing but lint and dirt. I go to check behind the curtains. As I start towards the window, I hear footsteps coming from the front porch and my heart starts racing. I pull the curtains back, and peer ever so slightly outside. The sun had started to rise, light creeping across the forest floor. I squint to see who is out there.

A warm wave of relief washes over me as I see my wife and I's dog, toy in mouth, bowing at the front door, his dark coat drenched in mud and rain. He notices me watching him from the window and runs over excitedly, whining at me. His puppy dog eyes put a smile on my face, as I'm reminded that everything is as the way it had always been. I walk back to the front door, but hesitate for a moment. I recall my wife telling me not to let the dog in the house after it had been raining, as he'd get our carpet dirty. But hearing his whines, I tell myself she'd let it go just this once, and I open the door to let him in, quickly shutting it to keep the rain out. I sit down on our doormat and hug his muddy fur as he jumps about in my embrace. He shakes himself clean, now safe inside the warm house. But still his whining quickens, coming out in loud gasps as he drops his toy. The dog turns and takes my hand in his mouth, shaking it urgently. His whines are so loud, it sounds like a faint scream. I pull back from him and look into his beady eyes. As he stares back at me with a fearful expression I try and ask him what's wrong, but he continues to scream. Then his black eyes look somewhere behind me, and his gaze turns wide and white. In the reflection of the door's wood, I see two large, yellow eyes, staring right back at me.
And then I woke up.

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I'm not the best writer but I tried to capture the absolute terror I felt last night after being awoken by the first real nightmare I've had in years. Couldn't go back to sleep after this one.

My wife and I had recently decided we wanted a change of pace, and moved to live in the woods. Our house was big enough and was completely removed from the rest of society, secluded and peaceful. As far as we knew, we lived alone out there. A few weeks after moving, I had started to hear a tapping noise coming from outside. I assumed this was from trees outside banging into our walls, as it often got windy out there. Over the course of 2 or so months, the tapping got louder and louder.

We wake up one morning before the sun had risen and I say goodbye to her as she heads off to work. I sit in our room as I listen to her car pull out of our gravel driveway and drive off. A few minutes later, I hear knocking at the door. I'm thinking maybe she had forgotten something, so I answer it. But no one's there. I try to see through the darkness and fog of the early morning out to our driveway, but I don't see anything parked. I look to my left and spot our black dog laying on the veranda playing with his toy, so I assume it was him who had just been scratching on the door. As a soft rain starts to fall, I go back inside.

I close the door. Inside the living room, I hear that familiar tapping on the window, now the loudest I had ever heard it. Like a knock. These taps were too evenly spaced together to have been from any kind of tree being blown about by the wind. The rain is picking up now, coming down hard on my tin roof. Suddenly, from the other wall of the living room I hear that same knock. Outside I see the dark silhouettes of trees surrounding my house thrashing and waving back and forth in the storm's howling wind, and paranoia starts to fill my gut. I try to calm my nerves, reminding myself that I am the only thing out here. As waves of hail and rain come down on my house, I walk back to my bedroom.

I look under the bed, the space between the frame and the floor too small for anything to fit underneath. The closet, full of clothes. Under the desk, nothing but lint and dirt. I go to check behind the curtains. As I start towards the window, I hear footsteps coming from the front porch and my heart starts racing. I pull the curtains back, and peer ever so slightly outside. The sun had started to rise, light creeping across the forest floor. I squint to see who is out there.

A warm wave of relief washes over me as I see my wife and I's dog, toy in mouth, bowing at the front door, his dark coat drenched in mud and rain. He notices me watching him from the window and runs over excitedly, whining at me. His puppy dog eyes put a smile on my face, as I'm reminded that everything is as the way it had always been. I walk back to the front door, but hesitate for a moment. I recall my wife telling me not to let the dog in the house after it had been raining, as he'd get our carpet dirty. But hearing his whines, I tell myself she'd let it go just this once, and I open the door to let him in, quickly shutting it to keep the rain out. I sit down on our doormat and hug his muddy fur as he jumps about in my embrace. He shakes himself clean, now safe inside the warm house. But still his whining quickens, coming out in loud gasps as he drops his toy. The dog turns and takes my hand in his mouth, shaking it urgently. His whines are so loud, it sounds like a faint scream. I pull back from him and look into his beady eyes. As he stares back at me with a fearful expression I try and ask him what's wrong, but he continues to scream. Then his black eyes look somewhere behind me, and his gaze turns wide and white. In the reflection of the door's wood, I see two large, yellow eyes, staring right back at me.
And then I woke up.

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I'm not the best writer but I tried to capture the absolute terror I felt last night after being awoken by the first real nightmare I've had in years. Couldn't go back to sleep after this one.

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Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was another false awakening, and unlike the previous entry, this was an actual nightmare. It was pretty in-tune with how my nightmares usually go. I'm wondering if I had this nightmare because I fell asleep with a polyester blanket on top of my head and became too hot, as overheating has historically resulted in nightmares for me. I've remembered details from a few other dreams this week, but they're quite minimal so I won't even record them as fragments. Hopefully my recall improves some more.

I woke up in bed, and the room was dark. I sensed that it was the middle of the night. I was initially lying on my stomach, but I pulled myself upright into a sitting position, criss-crossing my legs in front of me on the bed. I generally don't hang my legs over the side of the bed in real life, and I didn't want to do it here, either. There wasn't much to see, but I could feel the bed underneath me, and I knew I was wearing a CPAP mask on my face. However, unlike in real life, I couldn't feel the mask on my face. I just "knew" it was there. This didn't strike me as odd.

As I breathed normally, I heard the quiet inhalation and exhalation noise from the CPAP hose. The noise itself seemed normal, but it seemed a bit out of sync with my breathing. The placement was also wrong. It was supposed to be coming from my nightstand area, next to my pillow, because that was where my CPAP machine was located in real life. But in the dream, the noise was coming from further down the the bed, near the foot of it, which implied the machine had somehow been moved onto the floor there. I vaguely wondered how the machine got there, but there was no accompanying fear or trepidation, or curiosity enough to find the source. I wasn't bothered about the reason. I just wanted to put it back where it was supposed to be.

I shimmied over until I was sitting closer to the foot of the bed. In the dream, I believed if I could simply find the hose and move it back, I could move the whole machine back to its proper place too without ever picking it up. I wasn't thinking logically either - I didn't realize that if I wanted to find the hose, which was connected to my mask, I could've just felt my mask on my face and gone from there. Oh well. It was still dark and I couldn't see, so I knew I had to feel around for the hose. I reached out into the darkness next to my bed. As soon as I touched what I "knew" was the hose, I felt something grab my hand tightly. I heard an inaudible yet somehow loud scream, and I knew I was about to die. There was a brief sensation of what I could only describe as the frightened, resigned knowledge that I would be pulled into an eternal purgatory of murky shapes and presences underneath my bed.

I don't remember any Feb dreams. So I will go into the very memorable nightmare I had last night

I dreamed I was back in my high school. I was in a science classroom. But I wasn't in a science class I was in a math class. Well anyway the teacher put the math on the blackboard at the front of the classroom (something like 0.3x0.3) and for some reason the classroom was dark-like no lights were on? I had turn my laptop on to write the said math and the EA (Educational Assistant) I had in the dream was insisting I "turned the laptop off" and I kept repeating over and over, that "I had an exception and I needed the laptop to write my notes including math." I tried to get the teacher's help (EA was male, which is weird, I never had a male EA and I believe the teacher was a woman) and the teacher refused to listen either and I kept telling her to "Call the Educational Room" to learn I had an expectation.

And then somehow it turned into a something like a bar fight from out of a movie but at a school- but I was still sitting in my seat, and it was one student maybe? fighting with the teacher and I think I *might* have heard another student fighting behind me, but I never got a chance to look behind me since I look up after being shocked by the "school bar fight"

Cauliflower Spaceship
I'm far away in space and in the far future. I'm on a massive spaceship that was damaged from the inside, by a battle I think, I can't recall. I'm explaining to the crew that a chemical reaction near the engines created oxygen that was leaking to the fuel line, making us go way faster than we should. We were way off course, doomed to be lost in space as our ship was damaged.

Suddenly our ship is destroyed. We have spacesuits on and float through space uncontrollably. I see an alien ship, it looks like a cauliflower. The front of it splits into 6 triangular pieces that open up to reveal a massive swirling portal inside the ship. We fall straight into the portal and find ourselves falling to an alien planet. Somehow we land safely. We are in an alien city that looks to be very advanced technologically. On the side of the road there's a booth that gives you a shower and new clothes instantly. I try it out and in a flash, my skin is dripping wet and I have a brand new suit on that's still warm like it was just ironed out. There's another smaller machine that creates coffee from some sort of recycling. It looks bad and smells like poop, which makes throw up before I even taste it. Dream ends.

Memory-erasing hostile aliens
I'm with army friends next to a big lake that is unfamiliar. This location doesn't look like Finland. There is a mountain range behind us that the other soldiers turned to sand with some bizarre weapon. Then the dream gets confusing, because we encounter aliens that eat memories. I can only recall quick moments of action. We were driving in jeeps, most likely leaving the lake. Another moment there is a towering alien with no facial features, like a silhouette, standing in front of us. We start firing at it, but my memory cuts there. I recall the alien firing a green plasma orb.

Suddenly I'm standing on the road leading to my childhood home. The gaps in my memory terrify me. The aliens are using my worst fear against me. The streets are empty. I run to the house and turn on the TV. The news make no mention of the aliens. No one else can remember them, even though they could be everywhere. My brother is in the house and sees my worried look, asking what's going on. The fear wakes me up and persists even while awake. Takes a moment for me to realize that it's safe now.