Dream a Dream.

[shezu]

Where I will put up dreams I have had for others to read if they so wish.

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Thursday, September 9, 2010- 4:36 am

The dream: I'm a genius, not the first time this has happened to me. They, people that seem to need me, are testing on me. They set me up in this room where they have three robots. One is a paralyzing robot, the other two are cameras. They have some kind of cloaking on them, keeping them invisible, for the most part. The lady, long brown hair, a lab coat and a fake smile, leads me inside, telling me nothing. When I'm inside, she just leaves. I press myself against the wall across from these robots in time for them to be activated. I stay completely still as the one to paralyze turns towards me. It shoots, so I flinch, but, feeling nothing, I open my eyes in time to see a thin figure in orange, high-tech, armor running out the door to my right with the robot following following after it. When it's gone, I look back at the other two. I'm waiting for some kind of timing before I send a flash grenade their way. It freezes the first one, but not the second. I've already pushed off the wall towards them. I pause in time to use another flash grenade on it. By this time, though, the first robot is no longer stunned. I use another grenade to stun it, again. (It's a wonder why I didn't get stunned myself with my being so close.) I'm right on top of it and take off it's camera, these are basically camera's mounted on tripods that can move. The legs of the tripods look like spider's legs.

There is a couch across from me so I go and sit on it, trying to look nonchalant. I'm not entirely sure what right after that, but I do remember what happens next, vividly.

I look up to see a spider like thing on the wall where the wall joins the ceiling. I'm standing under it. Just like it's a boss from some RPG video game, it goes into this cut scene type thing where it zooms out and I can't move as he land over top of my head. This this isn't pretty. It's got freakishly long legs, the legs themselves are taller than I am. But his body is small, a little smaller than a chihuahua, and it looks like a mix between a spider, a human, and a scorpion. It has the body and butt like a spider with the exception of the length of his bottom, which is similar to a scorpion, though it still looks like a spiders. Though it still has pincers like a spider, it has eyes that look almost human in the sense that there is intelligence behind it. Back to the dream itself. When the spider lands above me, it tries to attack me with it's pincers first. These are the size of my head and can easily crush my scull. To defend against it I don't duck like I usually would, I block them with my hands instead. These things are large enough that I don't piece myself on the points of the pincers, so there's no harm there. Of course, he starts thrashing and hissing at me that I'll pay for what I did. Yes, he speaks. Yes, he is a male, and yes, he is the cameras. No, I don't know how that works. So, anyway, as he's thrashing he's also trying to get my face with his teeth, but of course, I'm extremely strong and I'm able to hold him firm in place.

Next, this thing tries to attack me with his stinger. I manage to grab hold of it at the base with two fingers but he ends up stinging my palm. I think that it will still poison me, but that it won't kill me. And I'm right. When I get a firm grip on his stinger, I end up smirking at him, thinking I've got a little of an upper hand. He then goes to smirk at me.

"I don't think so." He says to me, as he wraps two of his legs around my head. It goes into third person at this point and, though I don't see it, these words pop into my head. Something along the lines of 'Spinning blades'. It's like the name of a move. I know what he's doing and I try to get my hands up to block his legs but I'm too slow. His four other legs turn into blades and come together, taking my head off. It's still in third person, though I'm still connected to the body I'm controlling. I see my bloodied head fly off my body at the neck, my shocked expression still lingering on my face, my hands up and looking as if I'm about to try and reach for someone. I wake up just in time for me to think, as if I'm reading off the screen, 'Game over'.

When I wake up: When I wake up, which I'm sort of startled awake by my sudden death, my whole body is in this type of shock. At first, I can't move or feel much of my body. I kinda know that my hands are on my chest, but I don't know if they are outstretched like my dream or if they are just sitting there. I know my face is in the same kind of expression that it was in my dream, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open slightly in a kind of 'o' shape. There are these pulses of energy, which feels really warm, that are going through different parts of my body as I lay like this. My body is still frozen. I've tried to move it, but I have this overload of energy, and adrenaline, pumping through it and it doesn't want to move at all. When that goes away, I'm still wide eyed and trembling. No, it's not cold. I'm really shaken up by this. When I move to get up to post this, I have to stop for a few minutes before reaching for my laptop because I'm trembling so badly. You know how, when girls in movies see something awesome like a murder in their face or something, and they sink to their knees and hold their arms as they start trembling? Well, that's what I did, except I was already sitting in bed. I was so scared, I started grabbing at my sheets. I don't know if it was for contact, something soft to hold onto that I know won't hurt me, or just so that I know I'm not dead by feeling something in my palms. I ended up grabbing a blanket of mine that was made by my great aunt and hugged it like a little girl. I'm usually so responsible and whatnot because I'm in charge of the house all day. I'm also really strong so I worry about losing my control or doing something stupid that will hurt someone. I don't usually feel like I'm sixteen. At that moment, though, I felt like I was six and the weakest little child on the planet. I've never felt so scared or weak before. Also, something you should know about me, in the dreams that I remember, I've had a ten story building give way under me, making me fall to the ground. I've had a tower blown up around me and fall to the ground we me in it. I've been blown up by a bomb to try and kill me. I've been hit by a motorcycle. All of this, and I've never died once. 'I never die in my dreams' that's always been my thing.

I died tonight, and it couldn't have scared me more.

Dreams have always been a part of my life, a big part. I believe there is something to dreams that's important, some message to tell you. So me dying in my dream tonight, it scares me more than anything else I can think of, aside from dying for real. Than again, dying in my dream tonight, felt real enough for me.

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I know this isn't the best one to start out with, but it's the one I had tonight and I didn't want to put two dreams so close together on my 'Day to day' thread.

. . . . . . . I'm still scared. >.<'

[shezu]

Monday, October 4, 2010- 8:25

Don't remember much. I do remember that there are a group of us, four. Three guys and myself. I remember that one of the boys, the 'bad-boy' had a restraining order on me and I couldn't get that close to him. There was this church and we could climb up to but that comes in later.

First, as I am following the one guy, I find out that there is a group of kids that have been brain washed. They are there for the coming of the end of the world. The whole world is going to flood. Though I was trying to get close to the guy to talk some sense into him, he's followed everywhere by his laywer and two bodygraurds, I am decide to try and figure out how I'm going to survive.

I climb to the top of the church. As I'm sitting there, two of the guys, not the bad-boy, come up. They kinda left me to fend for myself so I'm mad at them and try to get them to go away, mostly pushing. The roof on this church is really strange. There is a swing and chain nets all around. I'm on the swing and the boys are on the nets. I'm trying to push them away. But, being two of them, they got me. And of course, they got to me. Of course, one of them, the happy and stronger one, kidnapped me and were taking me to the 'bad-boy' when I woke up.

T'was interesting.

[shezu]

Thursday, October 14, 2010- 7:55 am

I don't remember much. Mostly, Sideswipe, from Bayformers, is sitting next to Sunsteaker, who is silver. They're sitting in car form on the road, kind of off to the side near the side walk. I walk pass them. I'm not suppose to know who they are or that they are watching me, but I do. It's raining out, hard enough so if you stand out there for a short amount of time, you get soaked, but it's not storming. Sides is getting all wet, but he looks good wet, and some of the water is gathering on his hood. As I pass them, I run my hand across their hoods and smile when they shake a little. It's funny to see some of the water fall off. I look over my shoulder and grin at them. And. . . That's all I remember. ^.^'

Oh! Dream me knows that Optimus is the one who sent them to watch over me. And I think Soundwave makes an appearance somewhere. ^.^

Funny thing, when I woke up, it was raining.

[shezu]

Wednesday, October 27, 2010- 8:18

There is myself, a guy who's older than me by a year or two and a little boy around the age of 12. I'm starting from the middle of the dream because that's what I remember the most. So, we're on this platform that's like a window cleaner's thing. It goes up and down the side of the building. But the building we are on is not the building we want. We want the building across from us but you can't get in on the lower floors. At the third or fifth story of the build across from us, I spot this broken window. I pat the older boy, who I keep wanting to call my brother, and point to it.

"You've got to be kidding." He tells me. I say nothing, only look around. Behind us, on the building we don't want, is this, very thin, walk. It's for trim, but it will support us. I don't even have to tap this boy before he notices. He doesn't seem to like the idea but he knows we haven't much of a choice. He asks which of us needs to go. We get into this 'argument' where it seems as though, neither of us want to go, but we don't want the other to go either. And we didn't even think of letting the kid go. So, before the conversation is even finished, I make my way onto the uber-tiny ledge. But, he doesn't want me to go alone, so he goes there too, some how being able to get on ahead of me. The two buildings are connected so that's how this works. There is nothing, most of the way, to hold onto so we just push ourselves flat and slide our feet across. The kid is still on the clear's cart so I look down and notice that the ground is now very close to us. I just go 'huh' before turning back to the boy and telling him to go that way. When we get across, we don't go in the broken window. Instead, we haul ourselves up and onto this platform that looks like the roof, though the ground is only a few feet from us. I don't remember much of what happens when we first get on the roof, it's very spotty. I remember an animal like the ones coming up later though I think it might have been similar to a bunny or a fox? I also remember this crazy person who owns the home on this 'roof'. What I really remember next is this guy, he is holding this grey mouse-like thing. It wasn't quite a mouse though. It's nose was long and skinny but close to it's face, it almost looked like a mole's nose. It's eyes were wide and green-ish (I think) and they would change when it was scared or angry. Well, he put the mouse on me and, like a flash, it was running up my arm too fast for me to see. He gets the mouse again, I think the mouse came to him, and he's holding it. This mouse is very small, I can wrap my first finger and thumb around his middle and have them overlap, and he's a chubby one. So, he puts this mouse on me again and, without even thinking about it, my hand slowly, for me, rises to my head and grabs the rat.

"You're a fast one." He tells me, using those words exactly. I'm holding the rat in my hand with my thumb and first finger. It's squirming a little, but not too much.

"You caught the silver mouse." He tells me. He then goes on to say; "Did you catch the silver mouse?" He's looking at me over his glasses at this point and he doesn't look so crazy, serious yes, but not crazy. I look at him then look at the mouse. I think it's one of those 'mind-over-matter' things so I say;

"Only if I want to catch the silver mouse." The next thing I know, we're on this pouch like thing with two cages, one that's covered by this dark green tarp. I don't remember much from there. I remember asking the younger boy if he got up by jumping, because to me, the ground changing the way it did wasn't strange at all. After that, most of what I remember, is I know this. . . thing, is coming. I don't know what it is. I don't know how I know. I just know, I'm going to be doing some running. I don't have my shoes on, I don't remember, even in the dream, why I didn't have them. I'm looking around, looking around. Finally, I tell the older boy to go get my shoes out of the car, which is now on the ground that is suddenly a story down instead of five. While he's gone, if I'm remembering this correctly, the mouse starts squirming in my hands. My grip, which was closer to the head, slides down a little. I'm afraid it's going to bite me, but I'm not sure I'm suppose to let go. So I don't, till it's eyes get big and wide and turn a green-grey color. I let him go them and he's gone. The guy then comes back up with my shoes, which I really mine, and hands them to me, a serious look on his face. I go sit down to put on my shoes, I'm near the edge of the building, and I have this note in my hand that looks like a telegram. I'm reading it while I put my shoes on and the first part of it is familiar to me. I'm thinking 'can we trust this person' and 'great. It says the same thing, this isn't going to help us out.' As I am reading, though, I read this part that is something like 'check the temperature of the water first.' First, it names the boy-who is standing behind me reading-and it's more of like it's telling him to do it for me, to help me out. Then, it's addressed to me, telling me to do that for my own safety. It names me by my real name. There is even more after this, which is for the older boy, but I can't read it 'cause this. . . thing, is here and it's growling and snarling and what not. Well, I go to this guy's 'house' and in the entrance is the same two cages from before. One empty, the other covered in a tarp. The old-ish man doesn't want us to go into the house but he doesn't really stop us. I'm in the room first, the older boy right on my tail. I'm not sure where the younger one is. I move over to the cage and pull the tarp back to see what's inside. It's a miny, demented, grey furred, werewolf-like, talking wolf. He's part human part wolf, but not a werewolf. That' what I know when dream me looks at him. He stares up at me with crazy eyes, ones that look like the old-ish man's and the mouse's. He starts talking, saying somethings coming and it's going to kill me, or is after me, I forget which. The demon wolf thing starts shaking the cage and whatnot and I notice the door isn't fully locked. Instead of being smart and running while I had the chance, I try to hold it such, but something makes my hand pull open the cage door, even dream me's surprised by that. The thing takes a moment to pause and start at me before it launches itself at me. As I put up my hands to defend from it's, overly large, teeth, I take a step to the side but try not to jump. I think I know I was in a dream and that I didn't want to wake up just yet, but I jump anyway. Real me jolts and I'm awake. My heart took a while to calm down too.

Morning: It's dark and raining. (I think I'm going to write down this since there seems to be a bit of a pattern.)

[shezu]

This is one I had the other day. I wrote it down on word so I'm just going to copy it here.

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010; 5:53

The first thing I remember is being in this area. It’s kinda like a field and house mixed. I guess he’s my father, but I call him my friend. His brother is here, his head is on fire and you could say he looks like the human torch that way. He’s muscled and tan. He has a wife and daughter, though the daughter is not his. His wife has long dark hair, lightly tanned skin, and a pretty, but currently sad, face. His daughter is African American, small, young, and connect to the animals. My father, or friend, is Jack Black, but he’s not is a funny mode, he’s worried. He thinks his dad doesn’t think highly of him. His dad is my grandpa, really grandpa Petersen. He’s sitting next to this white card table, looking at the tv screen in front of him, which has this ‘illousion’ things that are red and white that my fire-head uncle put up. He starts making fun of Jack Black. I think about defending him, want to defend him, but I’m just a little girl, I’m still my same age, but I seem younger, more innocent. The wife doesn’t look too pleased either, but she doesn’t say anything because she’s afraid of him. Finally, Grandpa says something, which surprises both brothers. He defends Jack Black and insults Hot Head.

Later, I’m not sure if there is anything in between or not, I see Hot Head at this sales lot for cars. He drives by me with out even noticing me and he looks very pale and worried. I think he needs Grandpa’s approval to maintain his powers well. He looks skinnier now too. I see this one guy who is, basicly, forcing the sale’s man to drop his prices to nothing. He says something about taking care of it after the guy finally byes it. I walk up to him and say something along the lines of ‘You really showed him’. I get in his car after he talks to me more, I don’t really remember what. This guy has short brown hair but, a little while after I get in the car, it turns long and silver. He’s tall, and has pale skin, that looks like the moon’s glow. He has long silver hair the shimmers and pretty eyes. He’s hansom, but has a stern look. Almost a ‘don’t-mess-with-me-I’m-not-in-the-mood’ look. When He parks and we get out, I wait a few steps and he comes closer to me, since we’re going into a store and it’s on my side.

I say something with uncle in it, the word, and he doesn’t seem surprised that I knew or that I called him uncle. As we walk towards the door, I grab his arm. He doesn’t seem to mind. I ask him when he last saw me. He tells me, ‘Not since you were a baby.’ Or maybe it was ‘young’ I forget. I think it might have even been, ‘Not for a long time’ But I can’t really remember. I figured as much. I keep trying to call him ‘grandpa’ but keep correcting myself and saying ‘uncle’. When we go inside, apperntly for a bathroom break, it’s kind suppose to be a ‘long trip’ sort of thing. He goes first, there’s only one bathroom. I see some Clow Cards from Card Captor Sakura, but he tells me not to mess with anything and to stay here while he’s gone. I sit on a couch near the window, but not before a woman comes in. I know her for somewhere, but I can’t quite remember where. Worried that I might get in trouble for letting her in, I say ‘I think I know her’ aloud. This is when Uncle comes out. He brushes past me, more of his version of a reassuring pat on the head, though I know if the time called for it he would really pat me. He tells me ‘She is his’ and I remember her as being Hot Head uncle’s wife, though I don’t think of her as my aunt. They go off to one side of the enterence, the side I wasn’t on, and start talking ‘grown up alone talk.’ I take a hint, though they didn’t say anything, and go back to my couch on the other side. Uncle and Hot Head’s wife start kissing. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you weak at the knees just by watching, though I’m only looking out of the corner of my eye. Uncle wants to take her away from Hot Head, because he’s a bad husband and she doesn’t actually love him. Uncle has the power over the moon and is stronger, and more controlled than Uncle Hot Head. She was afraid he would hurt her or, more importantly, hurt her daughter. She was afraid that, if she couldn’t find someone to love that was strong enough to fight Uncle Hot Head, she would put him, and her daughter, in danger. Now, her main worry is whether or not her daughter will want to go. She asks her daughter, not flat out, if she would be okay, asking if she had made any friends, which she knew was a no on people, but could easily be a yes on animals. Her daughter, like me, is smart. She knows what’s going on. Like me, she just answers the questions. She knows the grownups like pretending that we aren’t as smart or strong as they are. They want to keep thinking we need them for that. We do need them, just for guidance and comfort that only a parent, or adult, can bring. When her daughter says she has no ties to this place, Hot Head’s wife sighs and smiles, for once, at Uncle. She’ll meet him tomorrow night with her stuff. It’s kind of a ‘running away together’ kind of thing. When she leaves, things take a, sharper, turn for the weird. I’m playing Hot Head Uncle in WoW, and he beats me quickly the first time. The second time, since I don’t know how to play, I figure it out and start, kinda, winning. It involves, bad bananas, mini living troll figs, and a Japanese street style friend of mine.

After that, I go outside, without Uncle noticing. In front of me, but not, Hot Head Uncle is on his knees, begging me to help him. He looks sick. He’s pale, his fire’s dim, and he’s skinnier than before. He grabs my arm from where he’s at and half tugs me down half leans up. He tells me he needs power. Needs my power. Needs water’s power. He says he needs help, and that I have to be the one to give it to him. At first, I want to say no, but as I look at him, I feel this sort of pull, on my heart. I know I shouldn’t. I know Uncle will be mad and upset, but I agree. Suddenly, Uncle Pale Headed Skinny Bones, is back to normal. Well, maybe ‘normal’ isn’t the right term. His skin is back to it’s bright orange glow, only healthier and stronger than before. His head flame is burning brighter and his muscles are back. He seems to tower over me, though there is actually no background to compare him to, it’s all black, and I’m in my point of view. I turn to go back to Uncle, but Uncle Hot Head grabs me first. He grabs me around the stomach with just his hands and he still covers most of it. He strong enough to pull me back to him. He’s suddenly more vampire-y. He has this long, black-red cape around him. His hair is black, like coal, but he still has his orange-ish tan, muscles, and no shirt. When he pulls me into his arms, he takes a lot of my power. I feel weak and I fall limp against him. Uncle feels the shift in the balance and starts panicing a little. He looks around for me inside for a moment, calling for me, but then he feels Uncle Hot Head’s energy outside the door. He goes, ‘oh no’ and rushes outside, face stern again. He throws the door open but stops on the first step.

Uncle Hot Head is holding me, one arm wrapped around my right shoulder and his hand on my hip. His other hand. . . It changes. At first, it’s on my knees, which, along with my legs, are floating, keeping me off the ground even though Uncle Hot Head is kneeling. My back still touches his raised knee though. I use what’s left of my strength to look at Uncle and reach for him. Uncle Hot Head is looking at him too, a smirk on his face, I think he has fangs. Between our two looks, Uncle hesitates a step from helping me. This costs his and, in a huge flame that burns my outstretched wrist so bad I scream, Uncle Hot Head takes me away.


So, this is a battle of ‘gods’ among men kind of thing. Uncle is in charge of the moon, and all involved there in. That’s why it was night and there was a blue glow, the moon, around when I was will him. Uncle Jack Black is the earth, nature if you will. That’s why it was green when he was around, with the trees to one side, acting as an outer wall, and the grass for flooring. Grandpa is a ‘medium’ and ‘mother nature’ type thing. He decides who gets how much power when, though there is only so much he can do. The powers are birth rights, so he can’t take them away completely, particularly when it comes to those that have intense powers. He can’t do much with their powers when they are young either. Though she is not his birth daughter, it was decided by fate that Hot Head’s daughter would be child of a ‘power’. She has the power of earth, a replacement for Uncle Jack Black when he dies. It’s going to take some time for him to finally pass on, but it just means she has time to grow. Everyone, save possibly Hot Head’s wife, knows this, even me and her. I’m the other replacement. Mom was the last water power. She died before, but no one knows why or how, but everyone is suspisous of Uncle Hot Head. Since my birth power’s former host died, I had to take full power. This is why Uncle Hot Head wants me. I have a lot of power that is untapped. I have more power than him, and Grandpa can’t take it away, though he worries about me having so much even though I’m just a child. Each of us takes twice as long to grow, but we live longer than others. That’s why I feel so young when I’m with my Uncles and Grandpa. Though I have a lot of power, and am very smart, which wasn’t given to me by the powers, I am naïve and have a very strong nurturing sense which can blind me at times. Because I am smart, I can sometimes be blunt, though Grandpa blames that on my mother. So, set up by the gods, no we’re not gods, I was meant to heal the hearts of the different powers. Uncle Jack Black was first, though there might have been another power he’s just the first I remember. Uncle was suppose to be next, something I could handle, and someone who could protect me, so I could use and get rid of some of my built up powers. Uncle Hot Head was suppose to be last, but he defied the gods when he took me.

Morning: Kinda cloudy. Cold.