The rabbit

Age 18.
Dec 1 2012

Last night I dreamed that my family invited me to dinner in this castle downtown. This location was very transient, shifting and never staying the same. Sometimes inside it was very modern, looking like a lounge with light tan walls and curves with one wall behind a bar tiled with soft white, small squares. Sometimes it was like my house or my residence or Tina's house but with her living room stretched out wider and longer. Where I saw her house in the dream, it was also inverted horizontally, like her whole house was mirrored.

In any case, I arrived there and my family was already sitting down for dinner. They had a surprise for me. On the table, tiny and small, there was a little baby rabbit that looked a lot like Luna. I was shocked and I picked it up, turning to my parents quizzically and asking them what this rabbit was doing here, and they told me that Luna had bunnies and this was one of them. My parents kept smiling but thy told me this one was sick so that's why they brought it to the table to look after during dinner.

I picked it up. I could squeeze it gently in one hand... It was ridiculously small and soft and it rolled around my hands blearily. It was white-bodied with Luna's markings but it was also a bit of mottled gray on its back, too. It was breathing quite hard. I searched for a towel to wrap it in to keep it warm - it was so cold. Progressively as I looked at this baby rabbit it began to morph. It started turning pinker and pinker and bloodier; I wrapped it in the only available thing and that was a plastic bag, and I cradled its cold body to my chest, massaging it to try and help it breathe.

But it kept getting more progressively looking like a skinned rat with no tail. It's small body heaved in my hands and the baby rabbit's blood smeared the plastic; I was scared so I put it down on the table on a napkin and held it only with my hand. Then, with one final giant breath in and out, the little thing - now looking more like a carcass than a little rabbit - heaved one big exhale and died. In my dream I felt it die immediately. One breath and it was gone, nothing gradual about it.

I was extremely upset. I asked my parents why this happened so suddenly and they replied a bit guiltily that they didn't know what to do, they were waiting for me to get here to see if I could fix it. I got up from the table where they were eating - in my dream there was bok choy and salad - and I walked to the adjoined living room behind me with the dead bunny in my hand.

I traversed this living room (the inverted version of Tina's house area with her goldfish, except it had beige carpet) and I walked out the back door into a giant sunny, near-evening field. It was summer and the light streaming through the dense canopy of trees was bright gold. I approached a small box near the back of the field. Luna was inside, lounging relaxedly, and I didn't see her other bunnies. I reached my hand in to pet her and accidentally surprised her. She faced me and I apologized to her, laying the bunny in a small already prepared hole in the ground. Luna looked at her bunny sadly and cuddled its bloody head before I buried it for her.

Then, Luna directed me to an area east of her cage: a cavern. She somehow motioned for me to go in there with an incline of her head and even blinks. So I walked in a bit nervously.

Inside were an entire colony of black bats. They were scrambling around and I figured for some reason that the little bats standing in line were getting initiated and given the power of flight. I stood with them and after the ceremony was over, I flapped my long arms and flew easily.

I flew up into the sky and all around the castle-house-thing. Up into crannies and past portables and through windows. The feeling of flying in this dream was very intense, all the muscles of my arm and back straining to carry my weight, and I jerked up and down awfully. But it was like swimming through air; I haven't dreamed of flying in a while and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it here.

My family by this time in the dream had faded away. I was alone in a good way.

This part of my dream is a bit fuzzy. I did fly through the castle and land on the other side, gently slipping down the wall to land. I think I landed in front of a man but that's all I remember. I think I also flew back to Luna to thank her for telling me about the bats, but by then the cage was empty and she had left.

In any case I migrated with the other bats to another colony, where we met up with a bunch of really scary looking yellow-orange bats, tufted with bright fluorescent furs in pink and green and violet. They had barn-owl like faces - OR, faces like Blizzetta from Twilight Princess - with giant and menacing red eyes. As we flew away I asked the bats who these were . The golden king bats, someone told me. Apparently, over a squeaked and irritated conversation, we had an alliance with the other two bat houses but not them. They asked me why I didn't form an alliance with the golden king bats yet.

I am not certain what happened after that. Certain snippets of the dream after this scene are vibrant but certain ones are blurred.

I dreamed I flew back to the castle and then I forgot about my wings. I went upstairs to someone's room, a friend I imagined with shifting features. At some point we went downstairs to hear this friend play the piano, and then we went back upstairs, where I think we had sex. I'm not sure if they were male or female, but their skin was mainly dark... It was probably a girl but with a soft man's voice and certain male body parts. It was thrilling to have them inside of me; I still remember a bit of what they felt like, all hard against my softness.

When we went back downstairs my friend's mother was playing a choppy tune on the piano and we went back upstairs after having a debate about the ugliness of one of the walls of the lounge. This friend laughed and guided me back upstairs to my bedroom of the residence house, and I woke up to write this down.

Colleen and Lale

Lucid dream!  the most lucid I've had in a while.

Last night around 1 in the morning, November 11th of 2012, I had a lucid dream. I know I've been tagging other dreams as lucid, but I think I've been tagging them wrong. LUCID up until this point meant I could control some semblance of what was happening in the dream - this dream, however, was the full definition. I controlled things and I was very aware I was asleep.

There were many dreams in the sequence when I was lucid, for about maybe an hour or so. It's very hard to recall but I remember one of the scenes in the sequence with ridiculous clarity. I was lying in bed and very aware when I fell asleep behind my eyelids. I saw the dream come to light, like a dark blurry image becoming progressively clearer and brighter, and I felt triumphant because I knew I had fallen asleep while retaining my consciousness.

In one of the scenes I was in a beautiful modern restaurant. I knew exactly who I was to find and I knew what I needed to tell him. Once I entered the dream I was very aware of dreaming, but I played along with the plot. I made sure I was to see him - I haven't seen the two of them in my dreams for so long that I missed them. So I went looking for them.

The restaurant, if you'd like finer details, is very much like the rotational restaurant at Niagara Falls - expensive, prestigious. Except much bigger, less crowded, and it was on the ground, not elevated.

I heard the sound of a somber piano song. It was very moody and precise, and from my dream I don't recall having ever heard it before, so my musical mind must've gotten creative. Once I rounded the corner I saw the baby grand piano raised on a stage, the lid open. Behind the piano was Lale.

I knew Colleen was running outside. She was being chased - they both were. There were people eyeing Lale in the restaurant and I knew they were trying to corner him while Colleen was trying to escape others outside of the restaurant. I recall spinning this reasoning together to explain why she wasn't anywhere. I was also very aware that in the dream, I was myself, and not in her shoes. So I knew that I would see Lale first, and I wanted to glimpse Colleen, too, so I imagined they were only temporarily separated. The two needed to be together - so I was here for that purpose.

When I saw Lale he looked surprised to see me, as if asking me why I was in the dream and why I was so totally in control. Every time I dream of Lale I feel helpless and I'm in need of saving - this time, I was to help him. He understood that I was the one who set it up so that the two of them were being chased. For a moment he looked rather annoyed, that scathing disapproving glare on his face. He understood, however, that if he wanted to find Colleen in the dream, then he needed to obey me.

I gave him a nod and shielded my eyes. His song increased in volume and tempo until he raised his hands and slammed down on the keys in the final chord. It felt like I watched his white-gloved hands lift up and slam down in slow motion, but when he did, I could actually feel the force of it in my dream.

All the lights and windows shattered; I heard shocked cries and shouts around me. I don't know how I did it but I told him to shatter the glass, and even the lid of the piano slammed shut. Some of the glass clattered onto me but I saw Lale slip deftly into the shadows, his long hair trailing behind him for only a second before he became a black moving smidge in the shadows. While the ruckus happened around us I trained my eyes on him, being the only person in the whole room who understood what was happening, and he gave me a suspicious look as he went. It was as if he was wondering my true motives, whether or not he should trust me. I now know the extent of how much this character of mine suspects and distrusts me, haha!

I turned to the window where I knew Lale would go. He leapt out of the frame and out into the street, deftly sliding out of shadow and back into being a physical self, and I saw Colleen running across the street in the distance. I could see people chasing them, but Colleen had literally nothing on her but her white dress. Soon her frantic speed was matched by him, and Lale almost collided with her, grabbing her by the shoulders. I watched as he pulled her into the safe darkness, into the ground where no one could touch them. I heard shouts of anger and disappointment from the ones who chased them.

The most vivid part of this scene was that I heard Lale and Colleen's distinct voices. It came after they disappeared, both laughing. I cannot articulate their voices. In any case, what surprised me was not Lale's voice - which was exactly how I imagined it, deep, a velvety baritone with precise consonants and smooth vowels. Colleen's was the shocker. I always have trouble imagining female voices that I haven't heard before but in this dream hers was definitely one I've never heard, but it suited her so well. It was soft but powerful, a forceful but elegant laugh. I woke up very content from this dream, knowing I made them happy.

There was a bit more to the lucid dream, like me seeing Peter take snapshots of the surrounding restaurant (while it was whole) and a few other things... I've forgotten most of them because I had to wake up immediately and get out of the house. But I'm glad I recalled this important segment.

The dressed assassins

The dressed assassins


Age 18

Oct 29 2012

Last night I had a dream after Veina's party. I just woke up from it so it's rather vivid and now I'm madly typing it on my ipod.

Me and my family were at a hotel called Marriott downtown. I'm not sure if this hotel exists in real life. In any case, it was my entire family: mom, dad, stepdad, grandparents, and various siblings were all there; I remember several scenes with my mother, brother, stepfather and father. One with Alston was that we were joking around dinner and the adults watched on fondly. One with mom was we were in the bathroom chatting through the stalls. There were several scenes with Peter, one with him fixing the Internet cable at the back of the desk in our room, another with him later.

Notes:
We didn't pay

We left through my birth dad's ingenuity - he dug some kind of hold in one of the room walls an we crawled through it outside, where we drove back home.

Went back to markham via snowy mountains, I went to Trudeau on Halloween. I was still a high school student and I was enjoying myself.

Saw these awesome costumes, namely a girl in a long gothic gown with a lacy umbrella, a few more dressy ppl, me in my little red hood, etc

Father and Stepfather both decide to bring us back downtown with Ethan and Alston. On the subway i saw a suspicious group of people with dagger eyes glaring at us.

I talked with an older lady sitting across me in the subway, Madame Stella I think her name was. A pleasant older woman. The ppl in the corner kept staring at us too and I realised in panic that they were totally watching us. I thought they were the police chasing after me and my family and we were in danger, having cheated the prestigious Marriott.

I started crying, worried there were assassins after us. the subway was filled with people from earlier in the dream; classmates, friends, that Halloween group. I bid the Madame farewell and my family group left the subway, both dads asking me what was wrong.

We left the subway, climbing stairs and going straight into the Marriott, and I felt elated. We could go into a random room and no one would notice! But no, as soon as I tried to randomly run a bellboy came up to me in a pubic voice and asked for my social number. Of course I knew giving it would be retarded so I didn't, running out if the Marriott's entrance down stairs for the street.

I pulled my family along and I wanted to race down the street, but when I took a look, the same group of Halloween people who were dressed up - that girl the the gothic gown and umbrella, another girl in a similar gothic fashion, a few boys dressed like monsters - closed in on the doors. It was them! They were the assassins!

Then I woke up. THIS IS A REALLY BAD RECOLLECTION OKAY, I know. Just... it was vivid and now I'm filling in gaps of the dream in November, which totally means I won't remember anything. Well, darn.

The television character massacre

*** found this post on my deviantart blog on November 2 2008. The nightmare happened on the first, a day after Halloween.


What happened prior was that I was still me, walking through the desert. Then I got really pissed because the sand was really slippery, so I decided to become Toph. Enter the Avatar characters: Aang flew overhead with Sokka and Appa. Katara came down, and helped me ice the entire desert so it became a winter wonderland. We slid down the roller-coaster steep ice cliffs, and had fun.

Then, it changed to a forest.

I was literally swinging through the trees by earth bending, with Aang's help of air bending. I was arguing with Sokka and Katara about swinging, because I was tired of them always treating me like a child; they kept telling me to wait, or it was dangerous. I was going to be fine.

One thing I realized in the middle of dreaming that was wrong: I could see. And Toph is blind.

So, that was very strange.

It felt very realistic. I could feel the brush of the leaves, and the air as it pushed me up. I could also feel the wind against me as I constantly rose and fell, grabbing one vine after the other.

We were travelling somewhere. Out of annoyance, I dragged myself ahead of the whole group, and left them behind. I remember flying into a clearing, and landing, and sighing as I waited for them. Dreaming about flight is very private and wonderful for me. I didn't want worry to block it out.

The night fell, and they never caught up. The entire forest turned into a harsh black-and-white dream scape, and I remember feeling very scared.

I tried calling their names, though at this point, I forgot who I was travelling with. In the dream, I forgot who I was.

I sat there in the dark, feeling every nerve exposed and fear crawling along my skin. And then I shrieked because the bushes near me rumbled; I was lost, and being lost takes a toll on the mind.

It was Katara! YAY!

She came near me, and we hugged really tight, and then she asked me where we were. I didn't know, and she not knowing was even scarier. We wandered around, and I didn't even bother asking her what happened to Sokka and Aang because I couldn't remember them.

At some point, we wandered into a clearing. This is the funny part; there were anime people fromevery single anime I could recall. Saya, Haji, from Blood+; Some people from Inuyasha that disappeared immediately; a couple of people from the really famous animes like Sailor Moon, Naruto, Dragon Ball, etc. Jigoku Shoujo. Heck, even Vincent Valentine from final fantasy 7. I know, strange.

So we all paired up, because we were all lost. According to Katara, she had wandered the whole forest and couldn't get out. Aang and Sokka disappeared, and she couldn't find them, and I had apparently disappeared two days prior.

So time was screwed up. At this point, I stopped shifting in real life, and the nightmare began.

We all wandered into the house, wondering what will happen. The first thing that I noticed was that there were spare body parts strewn around the room. Anybody ever played Silent Hill? There it was, in that house, Silent hill themes.

God, I have GOT to stop watching Higurashi.

We walked along, and while we were walking, the number of anime people started to disappear. I knew at this point I wasn't Toph anymore, but that's okay.

I was really scared. I couldn't blink, the way dreams do, and... -sigh-.

Blood on the walls, trick doors, etc. At some point, this odd black void thing with long, long nails and bloody eyes yanked Katara away from my side, in which I replied with "LIKE HELL!" and tried pulling her back. No such luck.

She was pulled from me and dragged further into the dark tunnel of the house. I stayed put, terrified out of my wits.

And now, at this point, Saya (from Blood+) takes me by the arm, and we huddle in the bloody corner of a steel door. People keep getting dragged off by the things; we witness one nameless person having their entrails dragged out of them, and they are left on the ceiling rafter to dry.

I feel sick.

I look into the steel door; there's my previous party of people, strapped to a torture device. Saya mouths something to Haji, who is in that room, and he nods.

She pulls at my arm. "Let's go!" she says, urgently. She proceeds down the tunnel with her sword drawn, eyes red and angry.

I look back at Haji, through the window, and I mouth to him "Where is Vincent?" Because I really love my Valentine, and am totally unwillling to leave him behind. Haji uses his finger to point behind me, and mouths "To your right"

I didn't have enough time to look. There were monsters, and walking corpses, cold and hairy and wet fingers that gripped at me. I ran, briefly seeing a black corridor that I realized, with a sinking feeling, must've been where Vincent was.

I scream. I feel the things getting to me.

And Saya grabs my hand, still angry, demanding what I was doing, lagging behind. I stumble and I follow her.

We reach another corner; I see the light. It's a refuge area, right before the exit.

I ask an old prophet man if we could leave, and he shakes his head. He points to the sign above the door of the exit, and it says some words I can't remember. Some of the letters are red, and he says that's a bad omen; there was worse to come if we went through that door.

In that moment, I see Katara. Her hair is out, and she's huddled in a corner, absolutely pale. I apologize to her, saying that I was actually still a kid, and she was probably stronger and less cowardly than me at all times.

Very quickly, the sign cracks. It begins to ooze blood; I grab Katara's hand, and I can't see anybody else because the walls are bleeding, and I break out of the house.

In a brief moment, I see the torture room Haji and some others are in. They are being spun at a high speed, relentlessly; Haji is unnaffected, while others are torn apart by the wind. I realize he's a Chevalier, and then I realize why Saya wasn't all too concerned with him being strapped to a deadly item; he couldn't die.

So I felt relieved.

I grabbed Katara and ran. Then, when we were outside, we stumble into a road. I turn back to see the giant monster tunnel thing bleeding all over, and people trying to fight out of the mouth of it as it closes.

And I close my eyes because I can't help them.

When I open my eyes, I'm in a city. It's the winter wonderland city that we built, prior. Sokka and Aang sit, sipping milkshakes, and ask me what I was doing.

I look around, and ask them, "Where's Katara?" , but when I turn back to them, they're gone, and the slides begin bleeding red, and I laugh because I didn't have anything better to do.

I woke up.

And I just spent about an hour transcribing a scary dream.

The Dragon-taming

Age 17, sweet, lucid

This is a dream I just recalled and I need to put down for all intents and purposes.

I dreamed I was a dragon tamer.  I was part of a group of people who tamed draconian animagi - as in, I worked closely with a human whose soul was part dragon, and their body could transform accordingly.

The dream was rather short, but the premise and sensations I recall easily.  I remember being thrown in the middle of the dream, and I was clinging to the black-scaled neck of a beautiful, majestic creature.  My instructor in the dream was inspecting me to see if my skills were on par.  And I was an exceptional student.

Every single scale, the flex of the dragon's muscles, the warm ridged feeling of its neck, I can recall all of it.  My arms had been gripped around its throat - it was a massive animal, perhaps four or five school buses in length.  I was talking to it and laughing and screaming as it took me through the sky.  It was black with red eyes, and its wings were a crisp and streamlined obsidian colour; it wasn't a very ornate dragon.  A simple reptile with wings, though the curvature of its body and face was very noble and elegant in appearance.  No protruding scales or horns or excess anything, the dragon was streamlined for flight.  He chuckled at me as I clumsily climbed on his back, and felt him transform from man into the magnificent beast that he was, from silken skin to warm mineral scale.

I remember my bare feet digging into its neck, my toes gripping its warm scales.  There was absolutely nothing holding me to the dragon but my own extremities and I clung on to it for dear life.  When it flew up my whole body felt like it was jerking, following the wing beats of the dragon that shook my entire being.  The wind was summery, cold in the atmosphere but definitely not enough to chill.  And when it flew down, all the air was yanked out of my lings, and I lay low on the dragon's neck as he dived through the sky.

It turned left and right and my body veered like it was on a roller coaster.  I listened to the wind whip past us, tuned into fine notes from his wings slicing the air.  His scales flattened on his body when he dived downwards and they rose slightly when he dived upwards; sometimes my fingers were squeezed in those crevices when they flattened, though it didn't hurt in the least.

The sheer atmospheric pressure in this dream is what astounded and impressed me.  I wasn't dreaming of flying; I was flying.  There was simply no dreamlike quality about it.  It was like free falling in mid air, parachuting, something. My chest cavity heaved and my head felt pressured and my hair stung my face and gods, everything felt so good.

We dived in very, very close to the ground, to my instructor.  It was Ms. Muller; I saw her excited face briefly as she waved her arms in one direction, crying out "Turn right!  Right!"

We turned left.  I heard her yell "Good!" and was only confused by this fact when I awoke.

And then he veered.  I eased him into a hover with my hands and a quick, polite command.  He smoothly stopped on the ground and I slid off, watching him as he transformed.  As a man my dragon had olive-toned skin, an angular face and broad body.  He was thicker than the average man, taut and sinewy muscle under his skin.  His hair was black and just a bit long, wild, and his red eyes were friendly.  He grinned at me and I grinned back, knowing we made an amazing team.  When he smiled my heart fluttered.

I wish I never woke from this dream.  I wish my imagination took it further.

The goddess' chosen princess

Last night I dreamed I was chosen for war.

It was a recurring fight, in which every year (or every decade, I was told two different dates in my dream by the standard inhabitants within) the goddess of light and the god of darkness would choose a champion to pit against one another.  A princess of light would fight a prince of darkness.  We were to try and rid of either side the forces of light and darkness, all being humans who allied themselves with either god.  And I was chosen by light.

Of course, the dream started out with me and a bunch of my friends and family in a small apartment, and they had been hiding meQ.  I had been chosen but I was terrified, seeing the humans allied with light and darkness fight each other and glimpsing at the savagery of the battlefield.  In my dream my friends sympathized and began to protect me, and I was being kept with a priest who could convert me into the goddess' avatar at any time.  I remember staring warily down the hallway of the apartment and the whole hall was pitch black, signifying to me that the dark side had taken over most of the building and probably killed the people who harbored light.

It was here that I ventured out cautiously without telling anyone.  They had been hiding me for so long.  In a way, because I was not prepared to become the princess, I was being held captive by my own people.  Granted it was to make sure that I was safe and didn't get killed before I transformed but I felt suffocated nonetheless, choosing to quietly sneak out on my own.

When I got to the end of the hall I was greeted by warriors allied with the dark.  I recognized them despite their appearance being the exact same as people on my side, and I cried out and ran back.  Once I reached the apartment I realized it was partially in flames, destroyed. With many of my friends trapped under fallen beams or running or fighting hand to hand with the dark, I found the priest bleeding and dying in the corner of the room.  I ran to him and picked up his upper body, crying out, "I want to become the princess!  Turn me into the princess!"

And the old man looked at me, his wary yellow-gray eyes boring into mine for a second before he shakily got to his knees and told me to kneel.  I did.  Then he told me to stand and kneel again.  I kneeled and stood three times, my knees feeling sore from the impact of the kneeling, and then he put his hand over my chest, his fingers glowing as he uttered a spell:  I began to hurt, clutching my chest and doubling over. It felt like a dagger of light was beginning to pierce my soul.  My friends cried out in concern for me but I was determined.  With a scream I let the spell take me and transform me, and I burst in an explosion of light.  The second I changed all the fire and destruction and dark siders disappeared, leaving all of us light siders teleported to a beautiful, misty, half-raining grove beside a lake with many, many trees.  I stumbled naked out across the fallen logs, feeling the stares of the light siders on my form.  I looked different from myself, with long and soft waving brown hair that I could see in my peripheral vision and pale, pale skin.  I was transformed, their savior, their champion princess.  Silently I wandered through this grove and wherever I went I found people emerging from what looked like houses built into trees, stopping and looking at me.  There were wounded people here too, and when I approached them to lie my pale hands on them, they glowed and then struggled, fully healed, back on their feet in murmured confusion.  Soon I wandered down more fallen, mossy trees, and was confused when I found a part of the woods sectioned off by soft, luxurious violet gauze.    When I parted the curtains, I found Her.

The goddess, of course.  I recognize her now as Palutena from Kid Icarus, a videogame I played while awake.  Her long emerald hair swished and her golden bangles shone beautifully as she laughed and waved her attendants away.  She turned to me with the same soft smile as her attendants, her beauty and gentleness astounding.  The goddess and I had a conversation, where she told me that she had picked me as the princess a while ago, before the dark god picked his prince, and was worried I'd never accept.  I felt a small tug of dread at that.  But she was so kind and warm, touching my bare shoulders soothingly and laughing gently all the time, so I didn't find the heart to blame her.  She told me we were in the sacred grove where the light siders were taking refuge, and then commented on my nakedness.

I blushed horribly.  My clothes incinerated when I transformed.  So the Goddess plucked a single arum lily from her garden, smiling at me, and pressed the flower to my breast.  The beautiful thing began to spread over my body - the goddess let it finish once before saying "whoops!" and having to pry it off of me before flipping it to the right side and letting it grow again.  The lily spread over my breast and stomach beautifully, vines lacing around my torso and weaving into my hair to form a delicate floral bodice.  I felt it tighten around me, dressing me and supporting my spine.  From the vines suddenly draped a long, flowing skirt, in the colours of water and sunlight.  I was clothed with the goddess' flower, given golden bangles on my ears and wrists to match her, robed almost exclusively in verdant green that matched the goddess' hair. 

I followed her out into the grove and started healing the fallen, transported here to recuperate.  My friends and family bowed to me as I passed and I smiled back, reminding them that I was still me.  This soft, verdant time was intercepted with many moments of tension and panic, for the dark side was winning.  We were losing ground and soon they would reach our sanctuary of trees and beauty.  I was told I need to go fight the prince, and I felt dread again, though at the moment I couldn't clearly remember the reason.

Then the dark siders made it in.

It was chaotic, a mess of fighting and cries.  Some parts of the woods were being set on fire.  I cried out and fought as many of them as I could, their bodies dissolving into darkness as I touched them.  Then I met the prince.

It was my father.

That was why I dreaded fighting him so much.  My biological father had been chosen for the dark god.  He approached me with his regular smile and called me by nickname, asking me to join them and give up on the weak light goddess who sat idly on her throne.  I was mute with horror, as if all my suppressed memory of Father being synonymous with Enemy came rushing back. So I turned and fled, despite the cries of both dad and goddess trailing after me.

I ran to the lake and then ran on the water, the goddess' power allowing me that much.  Soon I was in the middle of the lake, and half-heartedly to distract myself I picked up the garbage left by the dark siders there.  I could her the Goddess and my father searching for me, calling, but I ignored both.  Numbly I recall picking up sludge from the lake, cans, a cellphone, plastic beer rings... I just thought that it doesn't matter what I am meant to do, only matters what I feel I need to do.  I refused the goddess' thought, refused to fight dad, and merely walked in the rain, cleaning the lake with my hands.

In this point in the dream I think I died.  I think the goddess retracted her power from me, out of pity and necessity, and put it elsewhere.  I fell into the lake and stumbled in the water.  I did not see my father again at this portion of the dream.

I don't really know if I died.  All I knew was the goddess' flower dress wilted on me and I fell.  She couldn't depend on me as her princess and urgently needed someone else, so I didn't blame her for her decision.  I was spared from fighting my father.  The next thing I recall is being one of the many nameless people fighting for light, celebrating with the goddess and reading newspapers during the victory party.  There was a part about me, speaking of my life, my love of art, and my untimely demise.

There was a bit more, a continuation of this story.  The dream ended unclear because I was woken by my alarm, and even after trying to fall asleep again I dreamed of nothing.  I am disappointed because this was a very vivid and plot-based dream, which has become rare as I age.  Ugh, stupid alarm...

The mother

Last night I had a very vivid, strange dream.  Perhaps it's a nightmare but it's not quite yet.

It started in a public park, with lots of fir trees.  I was filming my little siblings--of which were my little siblings in the dream but were mere figments of my imagination--while they played with a large, beige-coloured rabbit with floppy ears.  I was giggling and watching the Rec button beep and shine when the little girls were running and laughing, but I could hear my mother coming.

She didn't resemble my real mother at all.

She was a strange woman with bright brown eyes, curly hair, sallow skin.  An overweight but not too plump woman, with plum coloured lips.  When she went into the viewfinder scope the children ran out towards me, the rabbit forgotten momentarily as they cowered in my shadow, and I tensed.  She took the rabbit and bashed its head into the trunk of the fir tree, grinning into the camera.  "There, now we have dinner," she laughed, her ivory-brownish teeth showing, and my siblings crowded around my waist, for they were small and shivering and they did not say a word.

It was back at home and it was night.  I sat on my bunk bed, where the second youngest--a brother--slept on top and the two younger girls slept with me.  The littlest sister was crying, and I was shushing her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, tickling her back into smiling.  It was like my room back in Pettibone, the same house as Pettibone but outside the window was total darkness.  I heard my mother calling and I turned to my siblings, telling them to lock the bedroom door after me.  My feet dragged on the carpet as I entered her door, her shouts getting more loud and more abrasive with every step.

She was screaming for me to make dinner.  She was sitting on the bed, lounging with a bored and conceited look, and she glared when I entered.  In the bedroom was the cutting knife and cutting board, and our slain pet rabbit's pelt draped across the chair.  The meat was pink and ribbony, clinging to the bones, and I couldn't tell what it was any more.  I turned to the woman who was my mother and I spat at her through my gritted teeth, "Oh?  Am I supposed to do this, too?"

And my aunt was in the room, too--well, the sister of the woman who was my mother, and she gave me a wary glance.  My mother rose from where she lounged and gave me a menacing glare. We talked but the conversation is lost to me now.  There was something about me being more of an adult than her, about how she always laid on the bed and relaxed while my siblings relied solely on me for all of everything.  About how she cared for nothing, about nothing, nothing but herself, and she came at me with a killing intent.

Before she could grab the knife, I took it first, trying to keep it away from her hands.  She thought I was going to cut her so she grabbed the knife's blade with her right hand, and her wild brown eyes widened when blood started gushing from her palm.  She had slammed herself into the knife; her hand was open and cut.

The blood dripped onto the knife, onto my hands, everywhere on the floor.  She didn't cry in pain, only flinching and grabbing her hand close to her breast and then turning her burning eyes to me. My aunt stood and said "Oh, my god!" and hurriedly grabbed my mother, beginning to bandage her hands.  I uttered some stammered excuse about finding bandages, and left while dropping the knife on the floor, and ran to the kitchen.

I took the phone and clumsily tried dialling 911.  In my dream I couldn't remember how to contact the police; I was going to call them to help her, and to save us, me and my sibling-children.  I shakily staggered into the bathroom, locking it behind me, but I knew my aunt wouldn't be able to keep my mother away for long.  I sank to a sitting position against the door, dialling some random numbers that I knew were not the police's number, but because I couldn't remember it in my shaking frenzy I dialled 12330.

And Lale's voice came over the phone.

"What you are seeking is not an escape, but a solution," he said to me in his smooth, velvet voice.

"Help me, please," I begged him.

"If you must, take the key, and lock the world," he murmured.

"I will."

"Take the key.  It will lock everything for you."

And from the face of the telephone, I saw the handle of the black key--a thing that I drew a while ago, a key as black as night with a terrible lustre, with the head of the key in the shape of an eye.  I pulled it out and it looked like a blade, and just as I described it in my story, it bubbled at the blade and new teeth came in, and I shoved it into the newly-opened keyhole in the door.

When I turned around, the bathroom was turning black.  The mirror, the tub, the objects, everything was going dark for I was being encased in black metal, protective metal.  In the dark of the new metal cube that encased me, I felt the door behind me bang and shake terribly, for the false mother was throwing herself violently at the door.  She was trying to stab me through the wood with the kitchen knife, but the metal blocked her out.

And then, in the dark of the cube, I clicked the phone again.  The greenish light of the display came on and I calmly dialled 911.  I spoke with a man, and when I unlocked the key, I heard sirens outside.  As I left the bathroom, I saw that my bedroom door with the children was still locked and safely closed, and there were policemen around.  They knew what she had tried to do, and they were taking her away.

Then I woke up.  What a strange dream.  The woman in my dream, when she was enraged, looked a lot like my real mother for a split second, but mostly everything else was different.

The world well

Age 18, epic dream.

Dreamed of the end of the world last night. I dreamed it was something between Harry Potter and Legend of Zelda. I was questing and suddenly finished questing, but I was in Aaron's body, and I was fighting to kill all these strange monsters with magics and wands.

There were these cubes and these violet-coloured, lobster/hermit crab looking monsters as I can recall. I don't remember much of the monsters or the quest, but I remember that he (I) had finished questing in a very legend of Zelda manner and then we, as in, me being him and watching myself as a partner, had to fight off a giant swarm in front of this dimensional well filled with water and air and water again.

 It was the end of the world. We were trying to protect both worlds by keeping the monsters out of the well, which was connected to this reality. I remember fighting and fighting until the two of us were severely wounded, and I realized we were running out of time; we needed to retreat or die, and the clock was ticking.

The sky had turned blood red with violet and black clouds. In a moment of repose, when most of the invading monsters were cleared away, I realized that Aaron collapsed. In a moment of horror and overwhelming fear I dragged Aaron and myself and we sank deep into the water of the well. The inside of the well was filled with a sweet aquamarine light, so different from the blackish red sky our dying world. This was when my consciousness was divided between him and me; I existed as both him and I in my dream, and I as myself realized I couldn't save everything. Aaron was wounded terribly and the only way I knew to heal him was to give my energy to him, which I did. The well roared and began dividing itself; I was Aaron again, and Aaron was submerged in the water of the well in the other world. A gap of dimensional air appeared before the two bodies of connected well water; I watched myself pull away, limp, and float up to the water's surface in the world that was ending, because I wanted to keep fighting and keep Aaron safe. My body was so fuzzed with magic that I floated up like a balloon to the surface of the ending world's realm.

 All the water in the ending world's realm's half of the well had turned to air; I floated up because I was light and dying.

 Aaron desperately tried to follow me back up the well; he was fully recovered but I was more wounded than ever, and he climbed haphazardly into the airish-waterish space. I could see as him and his black hair was floating in the water of the second world, but when he pulled through and pulled himself into the air space of the ending world well, his hair floated as if being buffeted by a strong wind. He watched me float up to the surface and struggle to pull myself out, and then I disappeared from the wellwater entirely; all he could see then was the hazy, ominous colour of the sky. He kept screaming no, and climbed until at last he burst out of the surface of the well with a roar, and found me bleeding on the edge of the well, exhaustively keeping the last of the monsters at bay. He screamed and I turned around and he yanked me into his arms, saying "I'm not going to leave! We do this together!"

 The fight lasted a few more hours. I realized that the monsters had eventually stopped, and everything was fine; the monsters were retreating in fear of the two of us. I was exhausted but healed for the most part, thanks to Aaron's magic and how he was returned to being powerful again. As he was healing me, I lay quietly against his chest and listened to the sound of the wind. When he was finished he beamed at me, and I beamed back. Then I betrayed him; I murmured a spell that made him suddenly fall down, unconscious. I did my best to pick up Aaron in my arms, and brought him back to the well. Slowly, I submerged my arms into the well with him In them; it was a strange feeling. There was a film of water serving as our worlds well, for the world was ending and the well was separating accordingly. When I lay him inside, we passed that film of water briefly before he was suspended in what felt to my arms as air, though he weighed to me as if he were still underwater. I carefully let him go, poking my head into the well to watch as he dropped into the solid segment of water of the other world. He did; he was sucked into the water, and I knew he would reemerge on the other side safely in a few seconds. The well would spit him out into safety.

 Before I let him go he murmured, "Why...?"

 And I said, "I want you to live. I want to know you will live." And then I let go.

 I was hatching a plan. I had many allies and my family members. The well was suddenly in the middle of an apartment where we were all living, except this apartment was at the top of everything and the hallway to enter it looked a lot like my highschool hallways. I went into what would've been a bathroom entrance if it were actually my school, and turned to see me long stretch of black-marbled hall in front of me. I turned right and entered this vault, with walls of intricate iron designs, and a singular vault mounted slightly on the wall. For some reason later in the dream the well would displace to be here.

 My family was patiently waiting for me to complete what I needed to do before the world ended. I was planning to take some things to the other world; namely, I was going to transform every person I knew into a photograph and send it into the other world, where Aaron when he woke up could easily undo the spell for the people to live again.

My problem was that my wand was sufficiently out of power, and there were no more sources of power. I took a glance at my worn world map, seeing where the monsters were still abiding. One of my comrades was a monster wrangler ( she looked an awful lot like a dark Rydia from ff4) and I asked her to help me summon those cube beasts with the designs on their six sides again.

 Soon they appeared and I was taught how to activate them; tap certain designs on certain faces and the cube would start internally generating magic, which it did as I tried. The green markings on the cubes turned yellow as it charged; I put the tip of my wand in the cube's offered docking port and I felt the magic flow back into my wand.

I then hurried back to the vault where I unlocked the small safe as everyone else charged on the cube beings. I was pulling a few things in the safe. In fact anything important was inside; I pulled the whole safe out, photographs and trinkets and all. My comrades and family were ready after I sent the safe through the well, where they would land beside Aaron in the living world. I turned all of my companions into photographs and sent them into the well as a stack, carefully sending their wands as I went. I watched as they floated down and was sucked in by the other well water, safe.

 Here is where my dream becomes strange. I sent my wand in after them and watched it disappear, for me and my family would go in as regular beings. My mom decided we should go into town and find her friends to bring them along, so I reluctantly went along for a long drive. I looked out the window; it was farmland snowed over, and the sky was blue like a winter day again; there was nothing but snowy ground and blaring blue sky for miles, with the exception of a few telephone lines and single trees. The world was predicted by a wizard to end at 2:40 PM. I remembered this as I sat crammed into mom's van, uncomfortably squished by my cousin Yin. Grandpa was in the front seat and Peter somehow squished in the back wih us, and grandma was in the middle as mom drove. We were on one of the country roads when I told mom about the time of world's end, and how I knew the world would be thrown into panic; it was 1:57 as I looked on the car's clock and I froze, disbelieving. Then I was screaming at her to stop the car and turn around to go home immediately.

 That was when the sky pulsed. It at once, from the lighted outline of the sun, pulsed this horrible mass of heat that turned the sky red and orange and bright fuchsia violet, threaded with dark green, like poison. The sun became a bloody mess in the sky and all the clouds were obliterated. I knew at once the sun was going to die, and take us with it.

 But we still had time. The traffic was so jammed from that second on, and we were in town already, so our family got out of the car to see if there was another well somewhere that I could use to move us. No avail. Then we lost the car.

 It wasn't in the spot we left it. People were everywhere, screaming, driving away, rushing inwards and outwards of the town. I told my mom to use the alarm on her car keys and we found our car abandoned on the other side of town.

 It was on the edge of a dark looking forest. I craned my head up to try and size up the dense, gigantic, straight and gray-green trees, where the sky above was not bloody but misty. No avail. Through the trees I saw uncannily bright meadows and a sparkling, fresh lake. I asked a couple of people nearby if the forest was safe to go through and they smiled at me lazily, giving me the directions to go through. Before my mother could hop into the car I told her no, we would go back the way we came, because those woods must've been malicious. The trees kept shifting, and the people who directed me did not look ready to face an apocalypse; they must've been a conjuring of the magic woods, beckoning us to die in it rather than with the light.

 We got back on the snowy path and I looked out the window, seeing the mess of sky out of the window to my right and the still-serene blue sky out of the left. Our car swiveled and swirled and bypassed all the jammed cars on the road; my mom took to the snow, our car magically enhanced to pull us along without fear of ice.

 We were back in the apartment, where I suddenly knew the well was--back in the room with the vault. I grabbed one of my family member's hands, though I wasn't sure who, and struggled against the current of panicked people. We only had a minute left to run.

 Then suddenly out of peripheral vision I saw my grandma turn into the wrong room, crying out in her usual fashion for us to follow her; my family did but I screamed no, it was the wrong room. We continued like this three times before I finally screamed at grandma to shut up and follow me, for we were running out of time, we were gonna die--

 And then the dream went black. One second later, I woke up.

 I don't know how this dream ends. I think we failed to get of before the sun exploded. Or we had several seconds still to dive into the well, but I woke up because I wouldn't know if we did.

As an added note, and this is written right after I fully became awake, I actually fell asleep again after I woke up to type this dream out, and in my dream I was in the well, looking back at my family and rushing them to swim down. I think they almost made it to the other water before their half of the well turned black, and when I touched it, I felt nothing but a solid mass of dark wall, for their world ended. I was ejected out of the new well weeping, and saw Aaron wet and unconscious on the floor, stacks of wands and photographs neatly laid beside him in the dim twilight of the other world.  Quietly I crawled to Aaron's side and gently woke him up, and we quietly sat together to change my friends back to normal.

What a vivid, colourful dream.  It was frightening and exhilirating and terrifying and wonderful.  :)

The rotting sky-city

Age 17 nightmare

I just woke up from a really vivid nightmare.

I was in some kind of world mixed between ZELDA skyward sword and Mario galaxy. It was a lovely location that I travelled between past, present, and future. The past was a beautiful place, ruins covered in plantation and beauty that we people populated to live in. The present was like current day, where everybody I knew was around me. The future was similar to the present, but with tension.

In the past I wandered through the ruins meeting people who were building these lovely places out of pearly-coloured stone. I wandered and met with a bunch of my friends and classmates. This carried me to the present where I could go to the center of the city or below it. I travelled downward and joined a pretty party, occasionally flying and jumping out of the reach of monsters, which were spawning in this place of civilization that I didn't think much about. These monsters started off small: little fluffy pink things or nasty birds that everyone just beat off with sticks. I was going to this underground party in a park, dressed well and meeting people like Emily, Katrina, and two older boys who in my dream I called sempai, but now I can't remember. When it was really dark and the party kept going, I realized that there were traitors among us--people summoning the monsters, making then bigger. These people, every time they saw me, attacked me because I knew their secrets. There was a strange short man with a violet top hat, and a doglike cartoon creature, and a pretty pastel coloured lady that matched the city at daytime.

They were summoning these beasts that we could no longer fend off, things like dinosaurs with spear teeth and these frightening ghouls that chased me through the city before I found other people to defend myself with. Between the madness of beasts roaming through gated and quarantined areas of the city, we kept our nocturnal lantern-lit parties, frenzied by dancing and dresses and laughing at people who would get ambushed by beasts that slipped inside the safe zone--I wasn't laughing but I saw people do it. The top hat man was angry with me because I kept escaping him, flying away out of everyone's reach when the beasts came.

People were wasting everything. Food, water, energy, landfills full of rotting garbage were piling up. Then, the future segment.

I was wondering through the middle-area of the city when I saw the top hat man, dog, and woman standing on a block that used to belong to the ruins. He laughed maniacally, sprinkling his hands so these black dusty spheres of darkness sank into the ground. That's when things went wild.

Monsters everywhere. Everywhere I ran and slipped by--the chain link fences, the park, the areas of the city suspended over the sky (for it was a sky city, one that was floating)--monsters everywhere. Some were wolf-like, bat-like, skeleton-like. People were screaming, dying, being eaten; the parties were stopped, now we had to fight or run. It was like everyone broke from a sluggish stupor, a bunch of drugged lambs that wandered and awoke in the middle of a hungry pack of lions. We had no means to fight off those things, so we ran. They were eating the people, the food, the daylight.

I grabbed a backpack full of food, running madly away from the monsters, jumping and climbing and gliding from all parts of the city. I approached friends to see if I could defend myself with their group, but they turned towards me with rotting flesh and distant eyes. The monsters had eaten them; now they were going to eat me.


I was terrified.


I ran to the streets, seeing at first total emptiness. Nobody was there in those pearly streets; all the vegetation was silent. I turned to look off a skybridge and saw one of my friends, a boy with a silly expression, whose face was turning tomato red and his teeth were gnashing.

"What's wrong?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Nothing, everything's fine," he laughed, and the laugh sounded off, breathless. He held up molding junk. Molding garbage--wires and rotted carrots and plastic. He ate it, chewing slowly and with sickening crunches. "I'm trying to reduce waste," he murmured with a grin, waving the maggoty carrot in my face. "Want?"

I backed away and he looked hungrily at me. I turned to run. Everything was quiet except for the strange moans of the people. They were being transformed into a new kind of monster. Like zombies, but fast, strong, cunning. They were closing in on me, one of the last people left in that part of the city. In the bizarre way dreams worked, I grabbed a honeybee and tried to use it to fend for myself, though the bee was very difficult and small to use. As I waved it, the zombie people backed away, groaning and whispering like a torrent of monstrosity. I realized the bee was my salvation.

When I threw a flower at the bee, which escaped out of my fingers, the whole thing grew gargantuan a big, bee-like pillow, filled with honey and strength. I realized one bee wasn't enough to carry me away from this place, so I found the hive, which was being terrorized by two zombies in this small dingy room underground. I lured the zombies and some of the bees away with the honey from my first bee, and then shut myself inside to speak with the small queen bee of the hive. It turned out I had saved the little queen bee outside, which was the large and cartoonish one that blew up with honey, and the old queen bee was grateful. I discussed my escape plan with them and they agreed to help.

I wanted to wait until things died down outside, so I ate my food in the eerie silence, waiting a hundred years. The bees waited patiently with me. I tried to open the door again after a long, long time. The small crack I revealed hit me with a grotesque vision and scent. Piling up the whole door was a swarm of zombies, wanting to eat me.

I was the last one. The last foodsource. I sat down in cold sweat, and that was when I woke up.

What a visually stunning dream. Even now I can remember the locations, though the events were a little difficult to recall.

As I fell asleep again later in the morning, I had continuations of the dreams, but it was less dire and less scary as endings. I don't remember them, but I do know that I waited out the storm of zombies, and into a safe haven.  It was a big house with big doors and gates, and we could only house so many survivors, so we had to turn some away.

Yikes.

Analyzing it now makes me think that the zombies are my fears and worries and stress, while the bee (being whimsical and flighty and flowery) are my tendencies to escape. I have to face my fears because I no longer have anything to defend myself with. I feel like I can't escape them or survive them. But the latter dreams herald that perhaps my confidence had just taken a vacation for the first dream. Ahah.