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10-11/?/12

1. I am see my teacher walking home from school. I become lucid and impatient because she keeps talking. I want to do something fun, but the DC keeps talking.

2. I falsely awaken on the dock of a swimming pool. I watch out of body. My body lying on the swimming pool is sleeping, having a nightmare. It is night, but the dull lights flicker in. The only other person is a stiff ma watching nonchalantly from the bleachers. I feel intense terror even though I am not actually experiencing the nightmare. The man is another dreamer and understands my terror. He rushes from the bleachers to wake my body. My point of view returns to the body quickly, but I fall into the pool as fear rushes through me. It is an intense and unavoidable dread. I become pan-phobic, and I am horrified even by the water and a stray pool toy. This was one of the scariest nightmares for me, even though nothing in this dream should have been.

10/?/12

1. I am in my backyard. A sadist killer has terrorized my school, murdering lots of people. I hear a gun shot and fear I am intended to be next. It is night. I run inside, realizing that I was shot. A fiery pain encompasses a portion of my abdomen. I feel blood on my hands, and I run upstairs to tell my dad, but he does nothing.

"Call 9-1-1!" I say as I fall to the floor. The colors in my vision simplify, and my senses numb.

He just stares at me ominously and repeats over and over, "Get ready for soccer practice. Get your fucking soccer clothes on, you little shit!" I look away from him, and my vision closes in as my thoughts slow. I bleed out on the kitchen floor.

10/6/12

1. I am lucid in a house. In the dream, I gain the belief that it was a house built by and for shared dreamers to meet in. I walk outside in the rain as my lucidity weakens. The dream becomes unstable. The setting changes.

2. I walk to school while it is raining. We are instructed to jog around the school. At the end, I walk up to the attic to get more water for the students, but someone else is there. He is a teacher and raping a female student. She is passed out. Another girl walks into the attic and sees it too. He catches us, and makes us promise not to tell. We find a secretary later and tell her against his commands. Before he is arrested, he finds us and threatens us. We run away from him, and he is holding a knife.

3. The scene changes again back to the rainy setting as I walk to school. I am in the gymnasium, gaining full lucidity after guiding my little sister to an exit. I walk with her through the crammed boarding of the passageway out, but the thunder causes the wall to splinter, cracking my sister's head open with the forceful gashes of wood. At that, I experience a spike in clarity, followed by a total collapse of the dreamscape. I give up my lucidity in the hope that I can continue the narrative untouched by my consciousness. Five interns were killed because of the teacher escaping from the police car, and relieving homicidal rage. Then, as I am walking to school after my sister's funeral, I am cut off by a woman grieving about the death of her husband, an intern. She blames me for telling the secretary about the rape. Then she leaves, and a narrator describes the events of the dream. He describes everything as it happens in a poetic manner. I am apprehended by the driverless cars from another dream. They are less violent this time, but they stalk me across the block. When I reach the end, the narration stops, and one of the cars drives up onto the sidewalk, but instead crashes. The woman appears in the car now. She is dying. She says she will pursue me until I die. I sprint to the school, but I hear the army of cars behind me. I outstretch my arm to the gate, and the front car turns driverless once again.

10/4/12

1. My school orders us all to make beautiful and elaborate designs for the new architecture of each classroom.

2. I am either an FBI agent or a friend of one. Me or my friend is talking to a convict who broke his parole. A birthday party is going on in the park. I un-cuff him and say something that angers him. He takes a knife and slices the large, elaborate bouncy house. The exit zipped up. Instead of going after the criminal, I jump, unzip the bouncy house, and enter to save the kids. I get all of them, and forensics checks it. They deflate it totally to ensure the absence of bodies. But then, when it is used again in its inflated form, the bloated body of a pregnant woman slides out.

9/29/12

1. I am lucid and in a church filled with people. I go outside to walk home, and I summon a car. A girl DC comes running towards me saying something. "What's wrong? Zombies?" I say to her.

"Yeah. And Clay," she responds. I don't know what she means by this, but I think she meant golems. She gets in the car and warns me to throw all of the trash out of it and to just drive away from the Church. She gets in the front seat. We drive away, but she doesn't feel safe. She gets out of the car and many vehicles speed past her, intentionally hitting pedestrians. She runs to get back in for her safety, but a bus stops between us, cutting her off. I get out of the car to help her, and we agree to meet up at the next block. We run with the driverless cars trying to hit us, but I am scared a car will come up on the sidewalk. The road is hectic now, and I cannot see the DC. I lose lucidity. Many cars crash into each other in feud. I reach the corner with our car now long gone. I cannot find the girl. I am isolated, on the sidewalk, of the traffic jam. I see the DC, and she runs maniacally to try to get to the sidewalk, but the cars drive to her, flinging her into a parking lot, dead.

2009-2010

1. I am outside on the streets. at the edge of the fog stands a humanoid figure. I run up the stairs due to fear, and pound on the door. It is locked. I turn around, and the figure is directly behind me.

2. I have a dream of someone knocking on the door. I know it's a dream, and I remember how the Incubus would do the same thing. The door busts open. I remember the rules; if I wasn't in bed and asleep by the time he came, the Incubus would kill, and I would wake up. I rush to my bed, and pretend to be asleep.

3. It happens again, but this time he changes the rules. I have to set up a card game, and get back to bed in time. This time he gets me.

4. Assured that the nightmares would plague me, I decide to come to terms with it. I am stuck in a series of lucid false awakenings in which he gets me each time. Once, I see him at the bottom of the stairs. I run up the stairs as fast as I can, but my leg gets stuck on a bungie cord on the doorknob. I decide not to be afraid anymore. I manipulate patterns of light to throw him down the stairs. As he falls, I see his true form; my father. I use my telekinesis to bash his head against the car in the garage. I don't stop. I awaken, relieved and enlightened, free of what had haunted my sleep for a decade.

2008

1. I am in a quiet suburban town. The majority of the houses are painted pink. So is the sky. I notice something very strange about it, but I cannot say what.

2. My family moves to Plea. The sky is always pink, but right before something bad happens, it turns red. I wake up in the middle of the night and open a closet door. There are walls of broken baby dolls in there. One of them blinked. They eat me alive, and I wake up for real this time.

2008

1. I am at my elementary school at night. I am outside, and I am lucid. I walk to the border, but a mysterious figure in the fog blocks me. I get the feeling that I am not allowed, or will perish, if I cross the line. I realize it is Grimilia from before. She has a wolf with her by her feet. Someone else runs by and upon crossing the imaginary line is devoured by it. She calls him Tibb. I realize it is a werewolf when it transforms into a naked man, who wipes the blood off his mouth. When I see his face, I realize that he is the same man who I saw at the Marsh, the Island, and the Halo. He was following me. Why was he threatening me now when he helped me before? In fear, I run and hide, losing my lucidity.

2. I am in a park. The sky turns very gloomy. People begin to run and shout that Grimilia is coming, and I become lucid. Instead of running, I walk slowly towards the exit. Grimilia is in a parked car. She is wearing a black suit. Instead of the hag form of before, she looks surprisingly young. Without fear, I slip into the passenger seat, and we drive away.

3. Many people are in a maze-like complex. it has a viewof the city highway. We all run through it, avoiding Grimilia. I am the last to die.

2007

1. I am in a dark formless void. I intend to go to leave Central Dreamworld, but I cannot seem to escape wherever this is. I meet a man who tells me that this is the Nightmare Halo; a place surrounding Central Dreamworld and created by Grimilia. We must escape quickly if we want to live. As we move into the darkness, we see random colorful neon shapes. They are oddly misplaced against the stark hell-scape of the Halo. We hear female laughter in the distance, but we make it back in time to the Island.

2. I am crossing again, but this time Grimilia gets me.

3. I am lucid and running through a neon building at night to escape from Grimilia.

3/26/13

1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.

Originally Posted by Windhover@

That's why hypnosis is powerful for this


Well guys I didn't have pleasant night/morning today. I remember going to a waterfall but it's foggy now. I wanted to try WILD during the night but the freaking noise distracted me a lot...I hate myself so much right now..

This is what I have for the SD attempt:

4/2/13

1. I am in a forest. There are large mountains flowing through the dreamscape with various buildings of solitude laced appropriately in the woods. Many cliffs are hanging below the beauty. I see in the distance the same exact spacious field that I was going to bury the body in from Katsuno's synch murder dream. There is another person with me, but I do not understand who. I cannot see their face. We find another person sitting on a cliff in thought. He resembled my dad at first, but then he changed into someone else I did not recognize. I go back to my house, but my family is fighting. I go back to the forest and intend to see the Asian Art Museum that was the center of the landscape. I must pay admission, so I just walk home. Before I leave the forest, I see a waterfall flowing over the cliffs.

2. I am in a circular building with a group of people. Every room looks the same. We are running from something. We hide in a room, but I cannot lock the intricate door. I call for help, but no one responds. I run to the other section with some people, but the thing breaks in because of the unlocked door. He slaughters many. We run, but we keep slipping through the blood. Only a small number of people are left. Everybody is panicking, but I become lucid for no reason. Everything is clear and vivid. I remember everything suddenly. I become overwhelmed; I need to get back to the waterfall in order to share the dream. I feel the reality slip away, and my senses fade. I panic and twirl around, rubbing my hands. The dream regresses into a mere visualization of hypnapompia as I awaken.

3. I am altar serving at some important mass, but it is not revealed to me what the mass is for.

4. I am in my backyard with two other people. Once again, I cannot specify who they are because the dream is hazy. They joke around too much, and I begin to get mad at them because they are playing with my bracelet that I need for some important Christian ceremony that occurs annually. (It doesn't actually exist.) One of them throws the bracelet, and I have to look for it. I use the same one this year because I did not buy another one as the ceremony intends. I wait in line to go into the bathroom where everybody writes down their intent for the year in secret. I could not think of something, so I wrote a series of gibberish letters. The recurring pair was the two letters 'S' and 'D' together. I was not lucid.

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I can't exactly remember how the nightmare began, as far as I can remember it started fairly normally. I was stumbling around some cave or pipeline with a friend of mine. We are pushing each other and joking around while going further into the tunnel, neither of us had any source of light. I think it was a some sort of dare that both of us had to keep going until either the tunnel ended, or the other got scared and surrendered. We continue walking for several minutes while laughing and asking each other "Are you scared yet?" Eventually the tunnel suddenly dropped, which in the darkness we were unable to see. My friend fell down what I can only assume to be a very large hole of some sort. I remember yelling "I got you bro I'm coming down!" at which point I believe I slid head first into the whole, the sensation of falling and me feeling of weightlessness making me sick which in every other dream has woken me up.

It's not so much as 'waking up' as it is a sudden transition. I'm laying face down in a large puddle of what I assume to be dirty water, maybe oil. I hear the hissing of steam as I try to stand. I look around the room and I find I am in a boiler room of some sort. There is some sort of cable box, or breaker box on the wall hooked up to several long steel cables that extend into the wall. Horizontally above the box I see a large series of pipes that go all around the room and eventually out above the door through a small window-like slit. It occurs to me that if I fell and woke up in the room then my friend must be there as well. I look around the room and see a large pile of filth, various garbage, old food, cans, and such. I look above me and see nothing but the ceiling and a small sprinkler in the center of the room. One of the pipes is cracked, there's steam coming out of it and I could feel the heat from where I was laying. I stand and try to collect my thoughts, I remember clearly thinking "Something is wrong here, how did I get here? Where is my friend? What's going on?". I'm not sure what compels me to do it but I grabbed a rusty pipe laying in the puddle near where I was laying. I stumble around and eventually get out of the room and to my left see nothing but darkness, and to my right the same.

There is a small gap in the dream I can't remember but the next thing I can recall is staring at a monster similar to http://bit.ly/14ucBj1 It was at least 6.6 feet tall. The only main difference from the picture is I remember it had no skin and I could see its muscles flex and strain with every movement as well as it being covered in blood and gore. Not to mention it was incredibly terrifying to see in the 'flesh' so to speak. I see my friend laying on a table with his chest and stomach cut open in a diagonal line and it's clear to me that he is dead. I'm sitting in the furthest corner from the door, the creature and my friend are in the other side of the room in the opposite corner. There's a single support pillar in the middle of the room, several power tools as well as surgical tools scattered around the room. A large steel cabinet is to my left against the wall while I hide in a pile of garbage. My left arm hurts significantly and I know its been cut deep by what I assume must have been glass. I watch the monster cut up my friends body piece by piece, arms, legs, head etc... It spans for well over what feels like twenty minutes before the creature finishes with what it was doing and leaves the room.

I wait several moments before standing and trying to dig my way out of the garbage I'm crouched in. As I get up I feel something cut my chest just below my left shoulder. I can physically feel it cutting into my skin and the feel of the foreign object in my body as well as the blood run down my torso. I don't have a shirt on and am only wearing jeans. While moving the garbage to get out most of it clatters loudly to the floor and I'm sure the monster is going to come back in to kill me. I run to where my friends mutilated body are and simply stare at it for several moments. The shock of seeing him dead is overwhelming and I begin crying. I grab a bloody scalpel from the table and swear to kill the monster.

I hide behind the door and wait for my moment to strike the demon, it feels like eternity while I feel my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline running through my veins. Eventually I hear the monsters thundering footsteps approach the door I take a deep breath and hold it for fear of it knowing of its impending attack. It slowly stumbles through the door while forcing the door open with its shoulder, its hunched over and seems to be carrying something in its 'hands?'. It stops in the middle of the room half way to the table. The stress of waiting becomes to much as I yell as loud as I can in rage and charge it, jumping on its back locking my legs around its waist, wrapping my left arm around its neck and pulling its head towards me exposing its throat. Since it has no skin I can see the muscles flex and strain as I drag the knife across its throat, it gurgles and thrashes around the room blindly trying to get me off it. I repeatedly stab it in the throat and chest as it rams its back against walls frantically trying to stop me. One of the impacts takes my breath away and I lose my grip, I fall to the floor and backpedal as fast as I can while it continues thrashing around. I am terrified as I once again clench the scalpel in my hand, it turns to face me as I stand as fast as I can to charge it, I jump and tackle it while stabbing its throat repeatedly before finally burying the knife in its heart.

It stops moving and I am so happy that I oddly feel like crying. I kick its body several times in different spots to make confirm its death before rushing to the steel cabinet to try to find something to help me escape this place. I throw open the doors and see very little of value aside from a few gears and a single flashlight. I take the flashlight and check to make sure it works which it does. I sigh in relief as I finally have a way to see in the dark. At that time I begin hearing a strange noise behind me, a sick gurgling and growling . I turn to see the monster getting back up. I scream in terror as I realize I didn't kill it. The thought struck me that NOTHING can survive having its throat cut open and its heart severed. I hesitantly close my eyes and bring my hand up to my nose. I pinch my nose and try to breath which I can. I realize its a dream and begin laughing. Everything begins coming into more focus as well as the smell of rotting meat and garbage. The pain in my arm and chest return full force, I clutch my chest trying to breathe as my breath catches in my throat.

It's rare that I ever perform a reality check and realize its a dream without waking me up, yet alone feeling very real pain. The monster at this point is crouched and trying to get to its legs. I grab a nearby pipe laying on one of the shelves in the cabinet and run as fast as I can to bash it in the face repeatedly with the improvised weapon. I hit it as hard as I can and continue to for several minutes until I feel exhausted. I turn on the flashlight and run out the door and into the hallway as fast as I can. I sprint down the hallway for what feels like hours until I encounter the boiler room I first 'woke up' in. I frantically run in, slam the door shut and put the pipe in between the handle and the door frame so the door can't be opened from the outside. I go to the wall farthest from the door and sit against it. I can still feel the absolute terror from merely glancing at the monster, I'm breathing so fast I think I might be hyperventilating I try to catch my breath while I think. "This is a dream, I can just wake up." I yell out loud "Wake up!" but nothing happens. I get chills all along my body and goosebumps on my arms. I continue yelling "Wake up!" growing increasingly panicked as nothing changes aside from giving myself a headache from the noise. I can hear the monsters thundering footsteps as it slowly walks down the hall, whether from the injuries I gave it or to taunt me, to show me I was trapped I didn't know. I briefly entertained the thought of taking one of the sharper pieces of garbage in the corner and slitting my own throat to wake up. I had died in previous dreams and simply woke up out of breath. The thought struck me "What if I kill myself and I don't wake up?" my heart nearly stops as I try to figure out whats happening.

The creature at this point tries to open the door via the handle but fails to. It begins banging on the door, the only thing separating myself from certain death. I begin panicking trying to will myself to wake up or change dream scenes. I yell "Go away! You're not real! I want to wake up now! Something! Anything happen please!" The door at this point explodes outward and I feel the shrapnel bury itself in my chest, though it doesn't hurt, it feels like I'm going into shock. I can feel it in my chest but it doesn't hurt. I force myself to stand and face the demon who is slowly approaching me. I stare it straight in its 'face?' and laugh at it. I calmly state that it can't hurt me. "Your not real. You can't hurt me. I control this dream. I created you. You will go away." It merely lets out a rumbling laugh and literally growls "No". I attempt to run behind it only to have it corner me. I yell "This isn't real! I will wake up now!" "WAKE UP!". I Swear it appears amused as I continue to shout, pleading with the world to allow me to wake up. It moves towards me at a snails pace while I fall and try to somehow bury myself in the wall behind me to escape it. It breaths loudly and I can smell rotting meat as it continues to laugh. One final time I barely whisper "your not real, you can't hurt me." It grabs my arms and pulls me towards it before burying its teeth in my throat. I feel no pain but can feel its teeth beneath my skin, and flesh gets ripped off.

I wake up with my heart pounding in my chest so hard it hurt and my cat meowing as it stared at me. I glance at the clock see it is 3:33 A.M. and know I will not be sleeping for the rest of the night, hoping I would forget the entirety of the nightmare.

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2007

1. I am in a park bordered with wire fences. A lot of zombies are chasing me. I try to climb over the high fence but I cannot. Instead, I become lucid and fly over.

2. I am running through Zombie Island and encounter a political dispute involving the Mayor and the ethics of "containing passive zombies" as a DC's picket sign read. Apparently there are two types. I come across a passive zombie who behaves like a vampire. I am lucid and we are chased by the Dream Police from my previous dreams. The passive zombie offers me a ride in his car. An active zombie flings the door open and bites me as we are driving. The Dream Police are attacked by zombies and killed. They never appeared in my dreams again. However, the zombies are still chasing the DC and I, and my leg has become bloated and swollen. I feel the disease race up my body. I crawl to a tunnel so that the dream scene changes. I try to force myself to wake up.

3. I am in a store. I become lucid and fly so I can visit the zombies again.

I'm warning you now, this is really disturbing. Actually I think I'll put the worst part in a spoiler link so no one will be scarred when they're ambling by my post.

I'm in a classroom, in high school. My boyfriend sits at the desk next to mine. One of the popular kids, a tall girl with a long blond ponytail is called up to give her presentation. She keeps looking at me while she's talking, which I think is odd because she has never really paid any attention to me. She's looking for some sort of affirmation but I'm the only one that matters. She's still trying to persuade the teacher that her idea is correct. To do so she drops to her knees and slides across the classroom floor, shrieking "LOOK! I'M SWIMMING LIKE A SAILBOAT!!!" As she says this she thrusts her hand out in front of herself, it somehow propels her forward. She reaches the teacher's desk, grinning like a beatific moron. He smiles at her, finally convinced.

I'm worried that he'll call on me next, only a few students will even be tested this way. He lets us take a break. The class starts to pull apart into groups.

The school has turned into a house. The students have both taken a dangerous drug and been dosed with a mind altering chemical. The people least effected only retreat to corners and spout nonsense. Others suffer to have their bodies distorted, or the mental barrier that would stop them from doing something terrible to themselves removed.
I wander through a giant auditorium, there are no seats, but there's a stage. A disturbing woman with long straight back hair, wearing a white t-shirt and nothing else is...poised by the stage. She has a cruel sort of beauty, a sharp face, a wicked smile. I don't like to look at her but I can't help it. She has a manic gleam to her eyes and her legs are twisted straight up behind her back. ((you know how you could twist a barbie-doll's legs up alongside her body? It looked kind of like that))

Spoiler for Gory Disturbing Stuff:

I pass through an open door hurriedly before she can intercept my path. A fat young man with shoulder-length curly brown hair is sitting on the floor beside the door. When I first see him he's obsessively eating his way through a bag of chips. There's a lapse, I feel hazy, and I pull myself up from where I'm laying on the floor. I look at the young man, I can't wrap my mind around what he's done to himself. He's issuing a bright, breathless laugh.
"I can't stand up." He says. I look at him more closely and horror grips me, I have a stark realization that I've never felt horrified before. He has somehow eaten through his entire middle, severing himself at the waist. But he's still alive. The drug has kept him from feeling any sort of pain, or even thinking that he shouldn't eat himself.
There's are bloody splotches around his waist, covering his hands, his mouth.
He laughs again but it sounds distracted, confused. His expression becomes briefly concerned.
"Why can't I stand up?" He tries to laugh about it. Then he sees his legs nearby, still twitching and starts to hyperventilate and tremble violently.
I try to scream but it comes out as a whisper. I don't remember what I said. "Help!" "I don't want to watch this!" "Oh god, what have you done?"
I trip over a woman laying on the floor. She's either passed out or dead, frightfully pale, purple-white hair, lilac dress. She's covered in the same bloody splotches, I can see some around her mouth. She was helping him eat through his flesh, and when that wasn't enough, she started on her own hand, consuming it from fingertip to elbow, whole.
My attention is drawn to the young man. He is caught between panicking and a wild, mad amusement. When he tries to lift himself off the ground with his meaty arms, I can see the tail end of his spine sticking out of the bloody mess that his mid-section. He lets out a keening noise and pants with disbelief, terror, horror. Then he starts to laugh again, reaching over and picking up his lower-section, shaking it out like a pair of pants.

I can't take anymore. I back out of the room, returning to the auditorium. I'm sitting on the stage, my boyfriend is standing next to a woman with black curly hair. She's wearing a flowing faded blue dress halter-dress. She has lovely tattoos across her back and shoulders, a gentle twisting of long-stemmed flowers, green and pink and purple. She looks familiar. I know I've seen her before. My boyfriend and the woman, Gale, approach. I'm not sure I like her, I have a reason to distrust her. By the time they reach me, I feel small, like a child. Now my boyfriend seems more like a father or brother, he links arms with the woman and smiles at me.
"Do you know what's going on?" I ask them.
"We should get out of here." Gale says. She has her arms hooked around my waist and mine are around her neck. She smiles warmly, reassuringly. I notice the disturbing woman with straight black hair glaring daggers at Gale. The woman knows that she can pass the madness with a touch. She walks over, on her hands, legs still pressed against her sides. She's moving too quickly. I want to warn Gale, suddenly our differences don't matter. She doesn't deserve madness, I can't stand the thought of her eating herself to death.
"Look o---"
The disturbing woman reaches out. Gale shifts subtly away. I worry that she didn't move in time, I'm denying the possibility that she has been taken from me too. Gale glares down at the woman, she slinks away.
"Wait here a moment? We'll be leaving soon." She steps away to talk with another man, my boyfriend stands with them. When I see her from far away I'm vastly relieved to see that she's wearing a sheer-white cropped jacket. Dream logic says that the disturbing woman can't have touched her skin if the jacket was in the way.
Gale comes back and picks me up. I want to tell her I like her tattoos. She smiles like she heard my unspoken compliment.
"Wait!" I say, trying to remembering something. "I forgot my..."
My boyfriend holds up my wallet. It fell out of my back pocket in the room with the young man.
"Oh thank you!" I say. He hands it to me. I want to tell him I love him.

((So, the most disturbing part is that even though I had no part in the eating, all day yesterday and today my jaw muscles have been sore. >.<))

3/22/13

3. I am back at the Lake. I am in a car. My dad is bashing my head against the dashboard. I scream, but he doesn't stop. I run and hide from him, but my blood trail gives it away. I tell my friend to call the police, but she just helps me run through the woods. My dad is chasing me. I stop and see that my mom is dead, but I spit on her body. The DC friend is crying. We run until we get out, and we go to school the next day in the dream. We have to go on a field trip to the Lake, but we see the car with the door open where my dad disappeared. No one else notices. We get to the Lake. It has split off into a waterfall. If I was lucid, I would have known that the Marsh was near there. There is a machine that brings wooden slits across water in a diagonal grid. When they reach the end, the slits open up into body-sized squares. We have to jump into it to go down. I am a little nervous, but I go down. The chaperone tells me to meet the other DC in the water tube. I am confused, but then I realize that I have scuba gear on. I talk to the kid. He begins to respond, but we unexpectedly fall out of the water tube and onto a floor. We are separated from the rest. I see white halls, and realize that it is in a hospital. It looks abandoned. There is a wheel chair and a lot of trash scattered across the floor. We cannot get back up to the lake. I tell the DC that when I used to visit the Lake, it was haunted. He becomes scared, and I see a dead raven.