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Night 3

Fragment 1:

…/There’s something about a game that’s taking place that look like football-soccer although with different rules. There’s no ball. I’m not sure if I’m taking part of it or just expecting on the side. I’m immerse into collecting stuff or looking for it. There’s something about a shaving foam bottle/…

I shortly wake up to dictate the notes to the voice recorder. I pressed pause for short periods as I try to recall more details. The last pause was too long and I was already falling asleep. I had to look for the recorder that got lost between the blankets. After that one last note I went back to sleep while trying to remember more details of the previous dream

WBTB

NL fragments:

…/I’m setting up a game board. Now the soccer-like game looks more like a game board and the players now are only action figures. Now I see there’s stuff arranged on different points of the field. There’s some military vehicles as well. Some of the players sit in an office on one side of the board like it was a special feature/…

…/I see R working around with his writing board on his hand. The place is gray and he moves slow. I feel uncomfortable seeing his expression. He acts like something is not right and goes somewhere else. He’s wearing a pale light brown pullover/…

I was about to ignore this detail because of R is a recurrent DC that shows up every now and then at my dream work place

…/I see the shadows of trees falling down against the sunlight. It’s like a machine is cutting them down while I move along the highway. I’m heading to the sunset with the sun slightly to the right side of the horizon/…

…/There's something about meeting a girl I’m just looking for/…

WBTBx2 => 2 non-lucids and 1 fragment

First round:

…/I’m in a concert hall. The hall is still empty. The stage is set. It looks like it’s very early in the day of the concert, all lights are off, except for a couple of bulbs somewhere above the stage. Not enough to illuminate any. There’s some people, no more than 10. The place is very dark. As nothing is happening I go on the stage, take the microphone and start talking shit. Then I see N. Is on the back side of the stage, standing next to a speaker. I challenge somebody to come to the front to show up as she is. And I look at her and ask again to come on. She laughs but doesn’t want to step to the front. I ask once more, to show up, so much that you like to show up, I say. She’s nervous and smiles. She has her lips painted in red. Ok I say, and ask for somebody to show the program. I see that E. has a T-shirt showing the program of the night. But he doesn’t react. I ask for somebody to bring some music on the stage. A shadow comes closer and gives me a small speaker, with a white logo on the front side, like it was a signature. There’s a big speaker almost in the middle of the stage. N. runs to the right side of it to get the small speaker from the shadow. I don’t understand her. I already have it. It’s playing some music, like a primitive Black Metal song. I think to myself, it fits perfect with the video of that parody band of Black Metal. And I see for short the mix of that song with the video of the Black Satans/…

I wake up for short, to record some audio notes for the DJ, it’s almost midnight and I try first WBTB

Second round:

…/I see an old man coming to the house, ‘the father’ I think. I see him from the second floor through a window in the first floor. There’s some agitation in the house. There are women there, possibly sisters. An old woman who I think it’s the mother is sent to the basement. She doesn’t have to meet with the old man. They’re hiding her. She goes downstairs. The place is very illuminated and wide. Once the old lady is down, I see some crows building nests on many places around the floor of the basement. There’s hay all over the place. It looks like a barn. The old woman tries to go upstairs, but the doors are closed. I see again the crows. There’s one guiding the rest, showing them what they have to do. I get distracted for a while with their activity. The place diffuses to black behind the nests. There’s a little girl to the side, doing something similar. Although she’s following the instructions of a small bird. It is told that she’s learning how to build a bonfire. I see the small bird jumping and shaking his head as he’s giving instructions while tweeting around a kind of nest with leaves set in random ways/…

I wake up once more, still have around an hour before the alarm clock goes off. So I resume the voice journaling and go back to attempt once more to get in lucid

Third round:

There was something else but I was able to recall just a fragment, I woke up short before the first alarm and realized I was already in the void again when it went off. I forgot all of it along the day. I was surprised to find a voice recording from the last fragment I was able to take. No memory of doing that.

…/I’m following a girl in 3rd person view. She’s performing long step jumps. Every time longer. Like those I use to surf on the air. Holding the feet up avoiding to touch tte ground when falling. She needs something from another city. She got there in three steps/…

Night of December 17, 2020. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,722-18. Reading time: 2 min 12 sec.



In my dream, I become aware of being in an unfamiliar house. I am looking through a doorway where a young girl sits at a desk in a smaller room, writing. (I am standing near the center of a mostly featureless room.) A little bird is on her desk, having left its cage. I am somewhat surprised that cerebral phasing (and its personification) is still active. Ordinarily, the Naiad factor (melatonin mediation) has occupied this part of my sleep cycle’s timeline for over 50 years. (She is not a Naiad though she does mention mines, suggesting caves, in the outcome of the narrative.)

I slowly become aware of the silhouettes of about six birds. They are peregrine falcons and owls flying around in the foreground, about two feet in front of me in the same room. There is significant energy that increases over time.

After an intriguing sustained hypnotic focus on this shadowy rustling and atypical energy for this stage, the girl turns to tell me, “Take them to the mines.” I know it means to prepare to enter a deeper sleep to decrease vestibular phasing and myoclonic anticipation.

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How to understand the reasons for dream content:

Can ultradian rhythm, sleep dynamics, and the time of my dream be determined solely by content? Yes, in this instance, it most certainly can. Here is why:

Firstly, “take them to the mines,” preconsciously commands going to a dark place underground. In other words, it anticipates my liminal thoughts of entering deeper sleep near the beginning of my sleep cycle. (I am typically aware of the causes of my dreams while I am navigating them. It is not “intepretation” to already comprehend what is occurring.) References to caves in anticipation of entering (or returning to) deeper sleep have been a regular feature in my dreams for over 50 years.

Because the peregrine falcons and owls are somewhat restless and in the foreground, as a result of predominant vestibular phasing (implying it will take longer to succumb to sleep atonia), the cerebral phasing personification (the girl at her desk) increases to bring attention to the process; thus the cerebral phasing (and reasoning ability) is also at a higher level than usual. Birds also often anticipate myoclonus while sleeping, though in this case, the residual vestibular phasing does not result in myoclonus.

Why is my anticipation of slow-wave sleep compensated for here in associating it with mines? It is because of experiencing sleep apnea recently. The girl says, “Take them to the mines.” Despite the peregrine falcons and owls indicating restless residual vestibular phasing, a subliminal reference to canaries in coal mines for detecting harmful gases is a factor. It is associated with not being able to breathe while sleeping. Despite subliminally anticipating sleep apnea in this instance, I otherwise rarely experience it.

My dreams often include literal references to sleeping or dreaming because I am always aware (on one of three fundamental levels; instinctual, liminal, or lucid) when navigating dream space (and duality).

My dream’s partial influence is the print “El sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (“The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters”) by Francisco Goya. However, the foundation stems from “Young Girl Writing at Her Desk with Birds” by Henriette Browne. There was no perception of uneasiness despite the inference of the Goya print.

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Morning of June 13, 2017. Tuesday.



I find myself wandering in a distorted version of Cubitis, seemingly in the morning at first. The area within and near the carport is expanded to at least twice its real size. I am walking easterly and happen to look back to see two shadows, male and female. They are not deliberately following me, just going in the same direction I am, it seems, but something in the back of my mind, in dawning lucidity, makes me perceive them as Zsuzsanna and I as a precursor to being in the state just prior to waking.

Over time, my lucidity increases until it shifts into full apex lucidity. A young version of Zsuzsanna is present, appearing to be around the age when we first met. We stand in semidarkness in an unfamiliar bedroom. An unknown male stands off to my left. I am not concerned. He does not seem to be an active precursor of the preconscious, so I mostly ignore him while indulging in foreplay with Zsuzsanna. The sense of touch is extraordinarily augmented. We kiss, and I place my hands about her shoulders. Everything is perfect.

Eventually, my awareness increases even more, but I hear Zsuzsanna now whispering things to me that seem different from what my own mind is focused on. My fingers move over her skin, down over the small of her back. I am trying to work out what she is saying but some of the words are not clear. I ask her questions, but eventually only vividly hear her say what I take to be “sore”. I then assume she has physical soreness and I am somewhat disheartened. However, as I shift into full waking, I realize the word was meant to be “soar”, as in the very common waking symbolism of “return flight”. (I see a flash of a childhood dream from November 1968 where I watch a giant eagle-like bird flying.)

Over twenty percent of the tens of thousands of my dreams I have studied and decoded since early childhood contain the return flight waking symbolism of the hypnopompic biological event (of various degrees of subliminally anticipated intensity). This major naturally premonitory precursor is somehow always unique even though the meaning is basically always the same, simply symbolizing the return to full consciousness. It is however, often curiously mixed with other dynamics, sometimes even precognitive (such as my detailed dreams relating to the missing Malaysian flight).

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In lucid dreams, the nature of shadows sometimes comes into play as threads of dawning consciousness (since you cannot have a shadow without light, light representing the day and the conscious self identity). As the sun would symbolize the present whole conscious self identity (which is why strange things occur with the sun in non-lucid dreams - because the conscious self is not coherent or lucid), a shadow would indicate threads of conscious self awareness growing in the dream state (which strangely, at least apparently for some people, the non-lucid or fictional and incomplete dream self sometimes fears). My own shadow usually only appears in vivid lucid dreams and sometimes I indulge in moving to see if my shadow moves with me, which is always amusing, though if I am in a lucid dream where it seems I am deeper within sleep or the unconscious realm, my “shadow self” appears at more of a distance away, sometimes even on a bridge (which symbolizes the transitions between levels of consciousness in real time).

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I was in a house with three floors. Agent from Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D was looking after some captured monsters. First I was just an observer in this world. I was invisible to others, but had a physical form. I was wearing headphones and believed I was seeing an episode of the tv show I mentioned earlier. Through my headphones I heard Cryaotic. He made me pay attention to the shadows of the characters in this house. I saw a knife appear in the shadow of the agent. Cry said it was a sign of death. Seeing that knife meant the agent was going to die and there was nothing that could stop it. I threw my headphones off, I didn't want spoilers, but I kept hearing Cry even without wearing them. No one in the house saw or heard the headphones, I was like a ghost.

I saw the monsters upstairs. They somehow got free from their shackles. One of them was a fit looking blonde haired woman with a long row of sharp teeth. They started sneaking down the stairs. I got flashes of shadows. Knives slowly appeared from everyone's shadow. I felt intense fear. Whatever was creeping behind these shadows was something powerful. The monsters found knives and the agent sleeping downstairs. I woke up before they killed him.

SC4) 05:30
Dream - My house
I'm in a modern house which I seem to own. It's at least 2 stories tall and has a soft grey carpet and glass window railings you can see over to look at the first floor. It's night time and I keep getting up from bed to go to the toilet and also to fill up my water bottle. The toilet is on the other side of the house which is quite far to walk. I do this a couple times, the second time I think to myself that I should just use the toilet next to my room. Why am I walking all the way over here if there's a toilet next to my room? Also, it's so dark and scary over here. There's so many shadows that it feels like someone is hiding in, I'm going to lock this side of the house. I think to myself that I need to find the keys near my room then come back here and lock the door, then I can go sleep in peace again.

Struggled to wake up at all, I seemed to sleep like a brick right until 5:30. I remember that I did have a few other dreams but I didn't manage to write them down and they never stay in my head until the morning.

Locked in a small, very dark room with my wife; I am assisting in her giving birth. All sorts of demonic shadows appear all over the wall. Ridiculous faces, ghosts, figures, and everything terrifying I can imagine appears in shadow form on the walls. Clouds of smoke and mist also briefly pass by out of no where. Just obscuring everything, and then gone a few seconds later. My wife and I suspect that she is giving birth to a demon baby. I am a little concerned about what the neighbors are thinking if they can see these shadows too.

The baby is born, and already has fierce teeth, a crazy look on his face, and solid, black eyes. Growling, it tries to bite both of us. I grab the umbilical cord, and swing it off my wife from there, dodging his fangs as he flies past me. While trying to swing him in circles above our heads to buy some time, he kicks a wall, causing him to fly toward me and land on my right arm. Before he can sink his teeth into me, I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand, pull him off, then grab his body with my right and just squeeze. This causes the umbilical cord to disconnect from him, and is really gross. Black liquid squirts out of it, and I jump back, losing grip on the demon baby. I feel my stomach turn to knots as he jumps down to the floor.

He runs around the room, free from my grasp, but still contained inside the room for now. Literally running really fast, while growling, and even jumping higher than I am tall, he chomps his teeth together like a dog, making loud biting noises. My wife and I skootch back on the bead some more as he jumps up next to it, biting the air, and looking at us. He seems to enjoy scaring us with his powerful jaws...

The next jump, I catch him, and try to kill this demon with a knife. But due to some dark magic, any knife wound immediately heals itself. Struggling to hang onto this creature, I grab a small axe that is hanging on the wall and sever the menacing head from the red veiny body. The demon dissolves into sparks and dust, crumbling to small ashes and then vanishing back out of this world.

I sit back down on the bed, enjoying the brief peacefulness of the aftermath.

non-lucid, lucid, false awakening

.../I see a group of drunk people gathering in a park, one of them is going to help a porcupine to get rid off some spines it has nailed in its body. I go to my house which now it's a cabin and it's a mess inside. It's night and I walk to the kitchen. The whole house is lit by the street lighting that gets through the windows. I find a door in a strange position on the upper corner of its doorframe. I think it has happened again. I use telekinesis to rotate it in the right position. I go to do something in the living room, when I come back to the kitchen, I find the door is back in its strange position. Once again I'm going to use telekinesis when I realize it must be a dream. I'm exited to do it again. I rise my hand and command the door to move back to it's normal position. I got to do it with some difficulty. Now I turn and go to the living room, feeling exited. I want to do something else. The first thing that pop in my mind, flying! I'm not outside the cabin, but I think I can do something here inside, thinking it's all about confidence. I see the shadows of the room, and I jump face down on them to start the flight. I think I may fly inside the house. But in stead, I don't even crash to the floor, on the contrary it's like diving into the void. I'm fascinated with the experience, I turn surrounded by darkness to slightly fall on my bed. It's on the room of the cabin, I open my eyes completely amazed by the previous flight into darkness, and realize I haven't change my outerwear for something more comfortable, I have even my shoes on! I feel to tired to stand up, so I try to take my clothes out on the bed. It's getting complicated to do so. I give up, and start thinking in my previous experience. I have to take note of this before I forget about it while slowly I start to feel the transition.

* And I wake up for real in the same position on my bed noticing it was the end of my first sleep cycle of the night

.../I go downstairs of a house where we live. The ground floor is a huge cavern and I get lost looking for something. It's all dark and I want to turn on some light. The ceiling is high above my head. I find a corner with a light switch. I turn it on and I see a light has turned on somewhere but it's difficult to see because of my hair falls on my face. I remember somebody told me about a big spider inhabiting this place. I want to get back upstairs to our room. I try to free my view but it's a mass of hairs in front of my eyes. I hardly find the stairs and go up, hoping not to find that big spider. I don't know how big could it be, when I feel some spider web falling on my face. I think it could be just my hair. Finally I get to our room. The door is a closet which doors are made of glass. I have to open them with a little key to get in. A soft moon light get through the windows, I see some shadows in the corridor. My wife gently sleeps on the bed. I cannot close the lock when I see a spider which body is the size of a basket ball, running along the hallway. It gives me the creeps, I want to close the damn door but its lock seems to be broken/...

* The dream is abruptly interrupted by one of my kids
* I consider that as a nightmare because of the uncomfortable feelings.

.../It's night. I'm walking on the streets close to the informal market, playing with my shadow on the lines of the slabs. I'm hearing the song Black Sabbath playing on the background while someone tells something about the band/...

* Alarm went off. I know there was more but unfortunately I wasn't able to remember more...

This guy's telling me about his cremation plans, saying that in a distant future, they're going to be able to revive people using their ashes - or rather, something about the carbon - on a specific distant planet or star or location in space he refers to as "G" followed by a short series of maybe three numbers. Seeing that place, I'm looking at vast stairs in the air, green, made of some vaguely moss-like material. Examining it, I see that it's made up of small, incredibly thin squares stacked on top of each other. The guy talking about cremation is still talking - he's saying these can be stacked so as to seem thick or thin, and they're used here in the perfect ratio to create a true geometric stairway to heaven. ("Heaven" used here to indicate something like perfection rather than afterlife.)

I'm on a green, grassy hill with two friends and a large crowd of other people waiting for some event, standing near our car. To the right, there's a great view of mountains below us, very green. I'm looking down at a town of mostly red buildings and can make out the steeple of a church; I'm aware this is somewhere in South America. There are a few other people around here enjoying the view, but among them, there's a man beating a young boy, presumably his kid. I jump in and stop him, and as we're fighting I demand what he thinks he's doing. His wife's standing here now, among other people watching, and as an answer, the man produces some letter he'd written. It talks about not being human. The wife sympathizes with him, but I'm outraged by this response, and since I'm not human either, I take personal exception to him using that to justify his behavior. We start fighting again.

Scene transitions during the fight, focusing on the blood on my wings which had come out during the fight. Now I'm in a motel room with a girl who's helping fix the feathers. A guy, a friend, comes in then and says "You two are (something about the fight and something we're looking for). I found the (thing we were looking for)." He holds up something that looks like a map, and I get up to go look at it. The girl with me is seriously upset with this guy, related to the fight, or more specifically the way I was fighting and the way he encourages me. She tells him that the guy I'd been fighting had swallowed my heart, and she'd watched me take it back from his throat with talons - she demands of the guy with the map, "That's better?!" As she says this, I remember how it had felt, though it hadn't been part of the dream before.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Setting's a sort of fantasy version of Korea, 16th century-ish. This guy has been working for an organization that's just had some great victory, completely defeated this opponent that they've been working against for a long time. Now he's just returned to their base and is alone with their leader, a tall foreign woman with this elaborately painted face like a mask and gold ornaments in her hair. But as she's congratulating him on this great success, he becomes suspicious - something's off about her. She sees this suspicion, and attacks him.

In actuality, this isn't his leader at all. 'She' is revealed to be the man who he thought they'd just killed, using an illusion (in addition to the physical costume and makeup - the illusion itself has been dropped now, the rest remains) to impersonate the leader. The enemy complains that he went to the trouble of portraying his own defeat just so the POV character would finally let his guard down, and it still didn't work! How frustrating! It goes unsaid, but they're both aware that since the POV character isn't human, he's impossible to kill unless he lets his guard down.

Two other people burst in there, an old man and a young servant, who tell their 'leader' that the POV character - who has now disappeared from the room, and I've switched to 3rd person - has knocked out two of the guards and used some kind of gas to put everyone else to sleep. One of them says that he had just been starting to like/trust that guy. The enemy in his disguise as the leader keeps one hand raised over his mouth to prevent them from noticing his identity. They move out of the room.

In the hallway, I see the shadow of a hand with long claws reaching down from the ceiling, just above the 'leader'/enemy's head; then it retreats. It's the former POV character on the ceiling. He generally tries to behave like a human being, and killing the enemy in that way would go against that effort, tempting as it is. So he loses the claws, drops down into the now-empty hall and looks around.

I'm in my IRL home, and I'm very, very tired. I've got a few things I should take care of before going to sleep, but I'm going to have to do them tomorrow, I'm too tired to focus. It's dark, the lights are off and the sun hasn't risen yet - I realize that's strange, why am I tired at this hour? I hit the light switch as I pass it, but the lights remain off. My assumption is that they need new bulbs. At the top of the stairs, for a moment I think I see something standing in front of me, a person, or more like the shadow of a person, inches in front of my face. It's just for a moment, my eyes playing tricks on me in the dark. As I walk down the hall, I think how this darkness reminds me of those dreams where the lights won't turn on. I don't think about that too deeply at first, but a few moments later I realize that this is, in fact, one of those dreams. But I'm already waking up. (I was disoriented afterward, couldn't remember actually getting to bed, for a few moments.)

First thought in the dream, "great I'm dreaming again." I don't know what is causing this but it feels like I don't get enough sleep because my brain has been so active with dreams lately. I'm having back to back odd dreams.

This one began with me getting some cuddle time from my man, but I knew it was a dream because we were outside laying in the snow and it was switching between daylight and moonlight too fast and details about the location were wrong. We were interrupted by our friend who wanted us to go check out his new site seeing lift. He was having problems with it. We get on with the tour guide, who sits behind a wheel in it and proceeds to drive us up, which didn't make sense because that is not how these things work. It was like a sight seeing ski lift that looked like an old VW van. Anyway we get to the top and Boogs (my dude) goes to check out the warehouse there. I know it sounds weird. Why would a tourist lift have a warehouse at the top? It's a dream and our friend is a little odd like that. So the warehouse is supposedly haunted. The driver won't get off the bus, so I'm stuck watching over her. Then I hear clashing metal, like pipes falling. And dumb horror movie move of course, I go check it out. Weaponless. Meanwhile, I'm thinking the problem is ghosts, but what if that's not what is up here. I find Boogs and we're suddenly surrounded by these shadows. The closest thing I can compare them to are the shadow people that paranormal experts talk about. Or more closely, they look like the ghosts in Season 2 of Dr. Who the episode "Army of Ghosts".
We went back to our friend and told him, yeah it's haunted and then I woke up. So boring, yet true.
Dr. Who is still plaguing my dreams. But now thanks to watching an old Bond movie last night and an exhausting walk, I have other strange things fighting it out in my head.

Date: 30/06/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 3.50am

Dream 1 - non lucid

A girl I know in real life (E) and her friend are in a caravan, in a caravan site. Me and I are driving around the site rather fast in a car, we are making lots of noise and throwing things out of the windows. E starts to complain about us, she is not happy at all. We start making rude shapes out of our shadows, and I blames someone else's child for making the rude signs. However I think it's funny and we keep doing it. We then go and sit inside an old, abandoned car. It is silver colour. We sit inside, which is all overgrown with grass, and there appears to be a huge pile of copper coins inside. I find this really cool and keep trying to take pictures of it.

Dream 2 - non lucid

We (me and my friends) have done something wrong and there is some sort of man-hunt after us. There are helicopters in the sky searching for us, so we try to hide. At one point we are hiding on some stairs, we are kind of scared. I have written in my DJ that we may have seen someone we shouldn't have seen.

Dream 3 - non lucid

I go to work at a Pizzeria. While we have not been at work, there has been a leak from a tap and there is water everywhere, the whole place is flooded. I worry because I think the boss will be angry. I am shown how to make Pizzas.

Dream 4 - non lucid

I am waiting in a queue, I think for some building to open. I have a cheap pushchair, but I get annoyed with it because it is so cheap and tacky, so I throw it on the street next to me and decide to get a newer, better one. The building opens and we go inside, there is a small makeshift stage, with a live sex show being performed on it. They are performing some very XXX acts. Some people join in, which is allowed in this place. Will Smith was there also, but not doing anything sexual. I don't do anything sexual, just watch. There is a photographer taking photos of people in an artsy, portrait way while they are having sex. He then offers to sell the photos back to them.


***NOTEWORTHY***
I rarely bump into E
I watched a program about sex fetishes before bed

I am in a classroom on a bed listening to a class discussion about historical figures, in English class. The people in the class are acting normal for the most part. The area I am in is a cubic room, very bright, and with a light design all around of a flowery decor. I go to the bed in the class and at first think of going to my dream journal, which isn't there. This is my first sign that I may be in a dream, so I plug my nose and instantly realize that I'm in a dream at this moment due to the breath I am still able to take through my nose. Suddenly my body is lifted up and I feel and hear the shock of electricity and thunder through and within my body. The dream is now very blurry and I feel sick (maybe because I have a cold in real life). I try to keep calm this time because I don't want the dream to end quickly like last time. I find this very difficult. I look around the room and it's the same room as before, but the people are now gone. I look and see instead the imprints of shadows sitting around me, I hear a faint static and thunder all around me, with these shadows only barely in my sight. I decide to do the spin around technique to try to add some clarity to the images around me. I felt indecisive over whether I wanted to change locations or just make the dream clearer. So the class becomes a bit clearer and brighter but only for a moment, then I am back in darkness. At this point the only light is a blue almost ethereal light as though the lightning is spinning around the room, engulfing it. I stumble towards the exit of the room. The door at the exit of this cubic room is a metallic dark green door with a bronze handle, it's size is rather normal. As I reach for the handle I hear a loud echo in the darkness reverberate through my body with a clear easily understood message. "Not everything is as it appears", the message brings another thunderous boom of static through my body. As I look out of the room, I see a corridor, almost as dark as the room I was previously in. I am now both very excited and incredibly scared at what I may see in this corridor, especially after the message that nearly shattered me. As I look around the desolate corridor, my focus is fading. I don't see anything frightening, but the message and feelings of electricity were definitely enough...I wake up, half paralyzed, with my heart pounding in a flurry. Still a very cool experience

Last night I had a nightmare.. in my dream I was sleeping on my side and felt so numb.
That feeling of being half asleep and awake.
In my dream my eyes were half closed and I saw a movement near my closet.. it was a grey entity and it rushed out of my room. I tried to say something but I was only able to make muffled noises. I felt like I was choking at the same time.
Then I find myself on my back eyes half closed my mouth open and I am trying to scream.. I couldn't move and saw something move down the hall.. the door to my room was open wide and the hallway was dark but this thing I was able to see move slowly towards me.. I felt hopeless.. it made a turn to a room on the right where I heard children screaming.. I tried getting up but was unable to help them and started to cry but only made muffle sounds.
Next my boyfriend is sitting next to me holding a remote control.. I am trying to get his attention.. I felt I was awake but in my dream he was ignoring me like I was sleeping.. he got up and disappeared leaving me there.
The room gets really cold and I sense something is there with me but I can't move my head.. I feel stuck to the bed I try to wake up out of my dream but unable too.. I manage to look at the foot of my bed and see that my mirror was tilted and off of the dresser.. I was really scared to look into the mirror because I saw this pale like figure I just couldn't bring myself to look at it.. all of a sudden I feel something sliding me to the edge of the bed and I am struggling to scream.. but I am still numb and feel like I am choking.. this thing whatever it was because it was not visible lifted me off the bed and onto the floor.. I am still motionless and it props me up.. so I am sitting up my legs straight in front of me on the floor.. I am being pushed slowly to the room door.. I am trying to scream and start sobbing at this point but still feel like I am suffocating because I couldn't make any sound only these soft groans.. can't get over that choking feeling..
I am being slid across the floor to the bedroom door there is a child standing there who runs away.. I am groaning for help in my mind but couldn't utter the words.. the door closes in front of me and the room is pitch black..
I burst wide awake in my dream gasping for air..
that was horrible..
a nightmare.