Wildman

#989:
Date: May 18th, 2011
Length: 7 minutes

It's late at night. I'm at my computer, and check some school-related stuff. I see an announcement for a statistics class I'm apparently taking, where they tell us that we were expected to use a certain chemical compound in doing our homework (don't ask me how this is relevant to statistics). I realize that I didn't do this, and the homework is apparently due the next day, so I go outside and rush to a nearby lab.

Once inside, I pull out the necessary chemical from a fridge, and somehow use it to finish my homework (I think I just poured it on the paper?). All is well... for now. Morning comes, and I'm walking around what is supposedly the campus. After a little while, I'm suddenly accosted by a few people, one a police officer, who immediately places me under arrest. I don't resist since I have no idea what I could have done wrong.

I'm taken to a sort of interrogation area (which, strangely, was basically open to outside). I am seated at a table, surrounded by 4 interrogators, and with an attorney to my left. At first I am simply accused of using that chemical last night -- I openly admit to it, saying it was part of my homework. They tell me something really weird like "Just because you were expected to use it, doesn't mean you were authorized to."

Somehow, however, the interrogators quickly change the conversation and accuse me of murdering someone the night before, with some vague relation to the chemical I used. I start to freak out -- I try to explain I have nothing to do with any murder, and that I was just trying to do my homework, but they keep grilling me and trying to pressure me into saying something. My attorney tries wholeheartedly to help me, but he basically is unable to say more than a few sentences.

I get more and more confused, telling them that I was exhausted the night before and don't remember exactly what happened (which is true), but that I'm sure I didn't murder anyone (which is also true -- my recall is a bit fuzzy and I think I may have done something with the person who got murdered, but I definitely didn't kill him). They refuse to believe me, and seem to be ready to put me on trial for murder. I start to completely break down as they continue to pressure me and I feel more and more confused about the entire situation and how little sense it all makes. I end up in tears, fearing for the worst.

They try to get me to reveal as much information about myself as possible. My memory feels more and more blurred, and I start feeling like I'm going insane, but at the same time I realize this might be exactly what they want, and so I try to just hang on. Soon, one of the interrogators (who, it turns out, has the same voice as someone I know irl) poses a devastating question. It was something along the lines of: "Are you enjoying your killing spree?" Not only was he pinning the recent murder on me, but also a string of previous murders -- basically calling me a serial killer. At this point, still crying, I almost lose it completely. I lash out and deny that I'm a murderer, though some doubt is creeping into my own mind.

Finally, they agree to release me for a day so I can talk and be with my family. I arrive some place that looks nothing like my parents' house, or really any place I've seen before. I'm still feeling deeply confused and traumatized at this point. My mom meets me in a sort of dining room, and we talk for a few moments before the rest of the family arrives and we start to eat dinner. As we eat and they try to comfort me, I start to cry again: I do this partly because I am still feeling unstable, like I'm going mad, and unsure of whether or not I am a murderer. A few times I have flashes and feel like I'm back in the interrogation room, fearing what lies in the future. But I'm also crying because of the warmth with which I'm being received -- everyone is here, trying to be supportive and console me. I feel nothing but love and belonging: none of my family seem to have any doubts despite the horrible accusations against me, and I'm incredibly thankful for it.

Eventually, I wake up, in tears. A vivid reminder to appreciate what you have, it seems.

#985:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was deep in an archaeological dig, with a team of a couple people. Two of them were Star Trek characters -- Data and Troi. We were underground, and we dug to a place where an elevator was buried. The doors were sealed, but we soon found out that inside was Samara from the Ring (though she looked older and with longer hair). We were trying to help her, but she was clearly malevolent. We kept trying to pry open the elevator doors, but she would telepathically force them shut.

When we finally got them open, Troi and Data in turn tried to communicate with her. As soon as they came into contact with her, however, they were both instantly terrified and brought to tears -- a sort of psychic attack, I guess. They both ran away. I went after Data, who ended up in a kind of library, and I tried to reassure him until he was back to normal.

After that, things got even more crazy down in the dig, though I don't remember in very much detail -- just a lot of screaming and scares, etc. I finally got the hell out of there, but I knew Samara would be hunting me wherever I went. I kept having visions of her coming out of nowhere, screaming and flying at me. I ended up going to a police station, where some reason I was thrown in jail. After a little while I escaped though.

I went back outside, to a nice area with a lot of green grass. Sitting near a tree was Eddie Murphy, and I tried to talk with him for as long as possible, hoping his cheerfulness would somehow counteract any threat of Samara coming back for me. There was a small brook nearby, and I also vaguely recall jumping in it. After that, I don't think I was attacked by Samara again, but I don't remember much from the dream.



#986:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

I was walking with someone I work for as a side-project. We talked for a while, but I suddenly realized he had involved me in some sort of robbery plan with about 8 other people. I don't want to be involved in this at all, so I start trying to talk my way out of it. I'm not sure what happens at this point, but I end up in a building with a bunch of bedrooms.

In the room where I started I met a girl, and we were really attracted to each other. My recall of the dream gets really fuzzy at that point, but I think a bunch of strange and supernatural things started happening. I recall flying with the girl for a while. Near the end of the dream, we had sex. One of the last things I recall is being on a sort of balcony, I think celebrating about some sort of major world event.



#987:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 5 minutes


I was at an outdoor movie theater, where I met two attractive girls. We sat together on a few seats which later morphed into a bench. I felt really comfortable with them, and flirted for a long while. Eventually, the movie was over and the movie screen disappeared. After talking for a while longer, I randomly decided to take a walk.

I got up, and went into a nearby school building. Even though it was almost sundown, there were still kids in a classroom that I walked past. After a few moments I decided to go back outside, passing a classroom labeled 3 in front of which someone I know was sitting and waiting.

Back outside, I sat with the girls again, when a car pulled up nearby. A group of people walked out, and I suddenly realized one of them was carrying a submachine gun. Another one pulled out a large pistol shortly after. Before I could react, a bunch more people around pulled out weapons and told everyone to stop moving. I had my wallet in my hand at the time, and fumbled trying to put it away somewhere it wouldn't be taken.

It turns out these people weren't thieves though, it seems they were trying to start some kind of revolution.

#988:
Date: May 9th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I was at some sort of conference at a university inside a big city. After the conference (which I remember nothing of) I was back outside. It was night time and really, really dark with no lighting, so I walked around struggling to find my car. Suddenly, a nearby building burst into flame. Soon, everything around me was burning. A sort of van stopped in front of me, and quickly picked me up. Inside were a bunch of people I didn't know, but I thanked them for saving me. They were all really nice and caring even though they didn't know me.

Apparently, the fire was spreading so much that the entire city was being consumed, so we headed to a long bridge exiting the city. There was a really apocalyptic feeling to all of it, as if we were some of the last survivors of mankind. I borrowed a phone and tried to call my mom -- she didn't answer, and I began to cry, knowing she was dead. The others tried to reassure me. I don't remember much beyond that.


- Had a dream about playing with a new soccer team.

- Also had a dream about discovering a lost pencil case in my backpack.

- I'm just going to write this here: that dream about the fire reminded of about 2 dreams that I hardly remember, but they involved me trying to survive major disasters (nuclear bombings?) in big cities. One of them was at my school.