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You Are Insane

January 30, 2010
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This dream seemed really random and bizarre to me because I haven’t watched any vampire movies in like a trillion years. I think what brought it up is all the hype about vampires right now (zombies are way better, what happened to my zombie dreams?) but this dream was really long and detailed so I felt urged to write it down.

To start out with, I am a 17 year old girl with shoulder length dark purple (or blue? couldn’t exactly tell) hair. I am living in an orphanage and becoming extremely nervous that I won’t find a home by the time I am 18. I am sitting outside of the orphanage on the stairs when an attractive couple in their early 30’s starts walking up to the building. “Thats her!” says the wife to her husband “Are you sure?” the husband asks. She doesn’t say anything but gives him a look that says it all. I am sitting there looking confused and we all go inside. Time flashes forward a little bit and the man and I are leaving to go to the hospital while the woman stays behind to fill out paperwork at the orphanage. The hospital isn’t far so we decide to walk. “Why do we have to go here?” I ask. The man hesitantly responds “Oh you know, just for a check up, make sure your healthy.” I don’t respond. On our way I trip and fall on the grass in front of the hospital. I get a briar in my finger and pull it out. It wiggles in between my fingers like a worm and disgusted I throw it down. “Whoa!!” the man says pointing at my finger where I pulled out the briar. It is pouring out blood like insanely bad. All of a sudden more wounds on my arms and legs randomly start to appear and pour blood. With my body covered in blood I run into the hospital screaming “Help me! Help me! Please!!!” I start to get dizzy and pass out in front of the front desk, doctors and nurses surround me.

When I wake up I am in the square of a small village that is surrounded by high fences and barbed wire. There are no longer bleeding wounds on my body but my limbs are wrapped in bandages. As I get up to my feet, people start to leave their cabins and slowly make their way towards me. Everyone looks extremely ill. They have scabs all over their grayed skin and bloodshot eyes. A older woman takes my hand and I ask her “What is going on here?” she frowns and then looks down to the ground. “This is quarantine.” a man in the crowd of people yells out. “We all have a plague, it doesn’t look good.” the old woman says. We start to walk to a cabin and suddenly the old woman lets go of my hand. I turn to look at her and see that her face is swelling up at a rapid speed. She grabs at her throat and then her head literally explodes. In the background I see this happening to other people. Now everyone is running and screaming trying to get out of the fences. In no time the blood covered square goes silent. I start to freak out and search all of the cabins for people who are still alive. I continue to scream “I’m not sick! Get me out of here! I’M NOT SICK!” There are a few people still alive crawling out of their cabins begging me to help them. Suddenly a van crashes through the fence and stops just short of my feet. I don’t recognize the driver, he’s a extremely creepy looking old man dressed in black. The side door of the van opens and inside is my newly adoptive father. “Get in now!” he says. The plagued people who are left start to attempt to stand and limp to the van. “We have to help these people! They are dying!” I exclaim to him. “They can’t be helped, get in now!” He grabs my arms and pulls me in and slams the door behind me. I black out again.

I wake up this time to the sound of beautiful cello music. I am on a comfortable couch in a beautiful house. My adoptive mother is there at the breakfast bar putting fruit into a juicer. “Honey, shes awake!” she yells down the hall. My new father enters the room. I sit up quickly and start telling them everything that happened in a very fast and panicked voice. “Hey now, slow down there.” my father says “That is all in the past, your home now.” I get really angry and stand to my feet “This is serious damn it! I am scarred for life, you have no idea what I saw!” They both look at each other and laugh. “Honey how about you take our new daughter out to the courtyard.” my new mother says and winks at him. He smiles sinisterly back at her and grabs my hand. “I’m grateful for you adopting me but you two are insane! What the hell is going on here?” The man doesn’t respond as he pulls me outside to the courtyard. He tries to get me to dance with him to the music but I yank my hand out of his and plop down on a bench. “This is bull….” He sits next to me and pushes me over on the bench. “Shut up about that already” He leans over me and then his face changes into a disgusting monster with razor sharp teeth and then bites me right on the little spot on my throat in between my clavicles. I roll off the bench and start gagging. Blood bubbles out of my throat as I struggle for air. “It is not secret to you now that my wife and I are vampires.” I try to yell but more blood leaks out of my throat. I turn around and get to my hands and knees attempting to breath. The man supposed to be my new father just sits there smiling, his face now back to normal but his teeth still razor sharp. “You’ll be fine, just chill out.” he tells me. I feel my throat and it is already healing. I manage to stand up and I immediately punch him in the face. His nose starts to bleed and he laughs at me. His laughter turns to worry when he realizes the bleeding isn’t stopping. “Stay here.” he tells me and runs inside. I seem him through the window talk to his wife. She gives him a rag for the blood and runs over to the radio to turn off the music. She then comes outside to me “What did you do to him? Why isn’t he healing?” she yells at me. I look at her stunned “What did I do to him? What in the hell did he do to me?” I say to her, getting ready to brawl. She steps back from me and takes a few deep breaths. “We just wanted to help you, we thought you’d appreciate immortality but I guess not.” I grind my teeth and say “I don’t even know how to comprehend this.” I sit down on the bench and she sits next to me. “It’s hard to handle I know, but you would have died of the plague if we didn’t do it soon.” I look at her confused “But I never had it.” she looks at me confused “What do you mean? You were bleeding…” I stand up “I know I was but it stopped, I was perfectly fine in the quarantine. “Look at my arms, they are fine.” I take off the bandage and shove my arm in her face. “It would have healed by now anyway my husband bit you.” she goes to grab my arm to inspect it just to entertain me. Her calm attitude turns to shock and she takes the bandage off of my other arm and feels it. “Your still warm!” she says. “Yeah so?” I respond. “You should be ice cold by now.” she signals her husband to come outside. He comes out with the rag still on his nose. “Shes warm!” the woman says. He then throws down his nose rag and grabs a his pocket knife. “Whoa, get away from me!” He firmly grabs my arm and cuts it. The wound heals immediately. “It appears she is one of us but somehow still alive.” he says with surprise and joy. “I need to use your bathroom.” I run into the house and walk down a hall. Out of the corner of my eye I see the front door. I hesitate and then say to myself “Screw this!” and run out the door. The world outside wasn’t the same as it was when I left. The sky was red and smokey, there were fires in the distance. I hopped in a car that had the keys still in the ignition.

As fast as I can blink I am inside of a random abandoned house. I step out of the house and start to walk towards the garage when a truck load of people pull into the driveway. I can tell by their faces that they are vampires. Two men and a woman jump out of the back of the truck. I walk faster to the garage. “Hey come back here girly!” one of the men says sinisterly as he takes a bat out of the bed of the truck. The other two start laughing. “Your coming with us darling” the woman says. I turn around and say “You don’t want me, I’m one of you.” They all laugh. The third man says “Cute, but I can practically see the heat rolling off of you.” they start to surround me and I grab a shovel off of the ground. They laugh at my attempt at defense. At lightning speed the man with the bat lunges at me. With equal speed I swing the shovel at him and slice his chest with the metal shovel. The other two stop and laugh. “Get up” the woman tells him. The man remains on the ground bleeding. “Get up damnit, stop playing around.” The man on the ground grabs at his chest wound and rips his shirt open. “Why aren’t you healing?” the other man asks him. “Why isn’t he healing?” the woman asks me with a panic. I smile and start approaching her with the shovel. The driver who is still in the truck starts the engine and suddenly both remaining vampires are back in it’s bed. “We will be back for you!” the woman yells and they drive off. I walk over to the dead mans body and poke him with the shovel. Satisfied that he’s dead I drop the shovel. I still feel a need to inspect the garage. Inside there are tons of weird jewelry making tools and an oven. The garbage can is filled with necklaces. I see there is one still in the oven and I reach in. My skin remains unharmed as I grab it from the fire. It is a simple metal necklace that has about 6 different sized chain links all connected at the ends of each. I put on the necklace when I hear a man and woman talking outside. Afraid that it’s the angry vampires returning as they warned I grab a metal rod that was next to the oven. When I walk outside the man and woman both turn to me. “There it is! the necklace! Give it to me!” they are humans, not the same two vampires. They both are loaded with guns and I raise my metal rod as the woman approaches. “We don’t want to hurt you.” the man says. “That necklace is important though, we need it.” the woman tells me as she points at my neck. “Well if it’s so special why would I want to give it to you?” I say. “Please,” the woman says with a worried look on her face “we need it.” How about I Give you half of it and keep the other half just incase. The woman looks over to the man and he nods. “Okay fine.” I break three of the chains off and give them to her. “Thank you!” she says and they turn around and walk away. I pocket the remaining three chains. As I walk back to the house I am hit from behind with a blunt object.

When I wake up I am inside my foster parents van. My adoptive father is driving and the same creepy old man is in the passenger seat. “You again?” His face is serious. “Since I was the one who bit you I can sense where you are.” he tells me in a monotone voice. I sigh and roll my eyes. The back of the van is filled with boxes. “Don’t touch that!” the old man says. I take a rosary necklace out of a box that has a cross on the end. My father slams on the breaks and turns around to me. “YOUR GOING TO HURT YOUR…” he stops talking when he sees the cross has no effect on me and then turns around and continues to drive. I’m all excited about my immunity to anti-vampire like things and I lean in between the two men “Look! It’s not hurting me!” They both look away. “Put that away now!” the old man says as he looks out the window. I put it in my pocket with the other necklace. We arrive to a house that has bodies all over the front yard. I see the same truck outside that belonged to my previous assailants. The two men grab weapons from the boxes. “Stay here.” my father begins to say but I am already out of the van with a weapon in hand.

Thats the end of the dream. The parts when I black out are moments throughout the night I wake up and fall back asleep.


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Great Help Your Are

January 30, 2010
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This dream starts out with one of my best friends, Nic, being my brother. We are adopted into a family who lives in a huge house in the country and has tons of adopted children. Our father tells us he heard noises out in the barn the previous night and he wants us to go check it out to see if anything got stolen. Nic grabs a machete just incase and we head out to the barn. In between the barn and the house is a long dirt driveway. In the middle of this driveway lays a girl, probably in her early teens, in a pool of blood. We both are shocked and scared and I tell Nic to go call the police immediately. Nic gives me his machete and runs for the house. I take a quick look in the barn and when I turn back around to look at the girl her once closed eyes are now open. I get freaked out and cover her up with a tarp from the barn. As I’m doing this, I trip over the tarp and fall right next to the covered body. This is when the figure under the tarp sits up and grabs my leg. I kick off her hand and struggle back to my feet. I run inside the house to alert everyone to lock the doors. I ask where Nic is and if he called the police and the father says “He didn’t call anyone, he just came in, grabbed a bunch of weapons, and took off.” I am now really angry and I hurry to the phone and dial 911. A woman answers and I tell her what happened. The woman is confused and doesn’t understand the situation. I then see more grotesquely zombified people running to the front of the house and just yell into the phone “There are dead bodies here! Send the police right away!” and hang up. I then tell my adoptive family “It’s zombies! We have to get out of here!” The zombies outside start gathering quickly, breaking windows trying to get in. We all start to move upstairs, first to the second floor and then to the third. We all end up crowded in a room on the second floor. I open a window and see our family van (which looks more like a tour bus) and mention that we have to get to it as soon as possible. As I climb out the window the zombies break a hole in the door and drag one of my adoptive mother out. I tell everyone to follow me out the window but no one does. As I work my way along the roof, towards the back of the house I hear the family van start up. I get frantic thinking it will leave without me. I continue towards the back of the house hoping the zombies haven’t yet crowded there. At the side of the house there is an open window and inside it a girl my age is sitting on the bed (a sister maybe?). I tell her she has to come with me and she can’t stay there. She looks up at me and comes to the window. She then shows me her arm that has a bite mark on it. “I can’t go” she says and then looks down depressingly. I try to comfort her by saying “It’s not the worst way to go, I mean becoming a zombie is pretty epic and it’s not like you got ripped apart or anything.” she seems to feel slightly better and cracks a smile. She then goes back to her bed and sits to await her fate. I continue around the roof to the back of the house. Thats when I wake up.


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All Hail The…

January 30, 2010
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Well this is one of my more random “where the hell did this come from?” dreams. It takes place in ancient Japan, well not our ancient Japan, more like an alternate universe ancient Japan. In this alternate universe, the Japanese have an emperor who decided to get slaves from parts of Europe and use them to build his empire. I happen to be one of these slaves. Now a very strange quality of this dream was everyone spoke in Japanese or, in the case of the slaves, some sort of European language (Italian, French, German, Dutch etc.) What made this so strange was that even though I don’t know any Japanese, I understood it in my dream as simply as I would if it were english. The other languages I could not understand.

The dream begins with me and the other slaves moving heavy stones that are creating a wall around the city. A guard walks up to one of the slaves working further down the wall and speaks to him for a moment. The slave looks scared and then happy. Then the guard walks up to another and this slave just shakes his head angrily and continues to work. He keeps walking towards me and as he passes me I grab his arm “What did you say to them?” he grabs my wrist with his opposite hand and takes my hand off of his arm “You have a lot of courage for making a demand of me like that.” he says with a grimace.” I wasn’t planning on asking you, or any women for that matter, however it looks like you might have what it takes. ” I look at him confused and he leans in closer. “I am a part of a select few guards who are trying to overthrow the emperor and end the slavery, we are picking a few of the slaves to teach how to fight.” I get suspicious. “Why are you using the slaves to fight a battle you could do better o your own?” I ask. He goes on to explain that none of the guards who are a part of the rebellion can get close enough to the emperor but the slaves serve his food, make his bed, and so on. So, I agree to join the rebellion. A chunk of time passes without playing out but I know it was the time it took to get trained by the guards. Then one day, working on the wall, I see a new guard walking around inspecting our work. I get total bad vibes from this guard right away. As he walks right towards me he puts his hand on his sword and keeping it in it’s case he uses it to trip a slave who is working. The slave goes to cry out in pain but a woman slave next to him quickly bends down and covers his mouth. The guards chuckles and continues to approach me. I stand up and wipe the dirt off of my hands onto my pants. “Can I help you sir?” I ask. He snarls and grabs my arm, practically dragging me to the palace. We enter the throne and stop at the entrance. The emperor at the opposite end says to the guard “This one will do.” and lifts his hand to motion me forward. The guard lets go of my arm and I walk to the emperor. “Come closer” he says. I come closer and he grabs my face, turns my head from side to side, and then lets go. “Good choice guard.” he says and then waves the guard out f the throne. So by this time it is obvious to me by this time that I have been chosen as a mistress. I back away a few steps and the emperor gets up off of his throne. He leans towards me again only this time for a kiss. I punch him hard enough to knock him on his ass. “GUARDS!” Three guards rush in, including the one who brought me here. Two grab my arms and the third punches me in the stomach. The emperor gets ups and calls the guard who brought me here to him. “Put her with the others, we will try again after she has learned her lesson.” he says with a wink. The guards holding me let go as the third guard approaches me and grabs my hair. I can even feel the ripping pain as he drags me out of the room. I am brought to a room down the hall with about 4 other women in it. The other women are all timid, bruised and have ripped clothes. After a few more times of being brought to the emperor, insulting (or assaulting) him, and then dragged back to this room, a new guard shows up to retrieve me. This new guard happens to be the one who was leading the rebellion. “Why are you here?” I ask. “It isn’t good.” he tells me and looks down. We walk out to the hall and he grabs my arm and says “Sorry, it has to look convincing”. “Where are we going? Why are you here?” I ask him. “The emperor is tired of putting up with your resistance. He wants to make an example of you in front of the other women slaves.” he replies. I stop walking and brush his hand off of my arm “I’m being publicly executed?”. He grabs my arm again and makes me start walking again. “This is our chance to overthrow the emperor. The others and I are going to take care of the guards who are not with us and you will be close enough to get to the emperor.” We walk outside and there is a large crowd of women, behind them the workers building the wall stop to see what the commotion is. The emperor calls me out on the platform and the guard lets me go. I charge at him but am tripped by the same guard who used his cased sword to trip another slave earlier in my dream. As I am on hands and knees in front of the emperor he draws his sword. The emperor does two practice swings next to my neck. “This is the consequence of disobeying me!” he yells to the crowd. As he goes in for the final swing I drop to my stomach, the blade missing me by only a hair. I immediately grab his ankle and pull him to his back. I take his sword and stab him right in the center of his body. I withdraw his sword, which is now my sword, and the crowd cheers loudly. The slaves in the background drop their stones and rejoice. I am made empress and end the slavery.


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Impending Doom

January 30, 2010
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This first dream takes place at a carnival. I am here with my Mom and Apollo whom I am pushing in a stroller. We pass by a ride that is skateboard themed where you strap yourself onto a seat atop of a big skate board and it follows a track that twists and turns mimicking skateboard tricks. My mom suggests I take Apollo on the ride but I quickly reason that it is not meant for babies. Then I see a boy Apollo’s age on the ride with his Dad on his own little mini seat but I stay firm with my decision that the ride is too dangerous for Apollo. We continue to walk through the carnival, through the isles of games and concessions. We then meet up with my grandparents and some of my aunts, uncles, and cousins. We talk briefly then they re-disperse besides my grandparents who remain walking along with us. Suddenly, the carnival security officers (about 3 or 4 of them) are ushering people out of a tent and they seem worried and agitated. As we get closer to the commotion one of the security officers gets on a loud speaker and says “There has been a nuclear bomb dropped in East Lansing, for some reason it has not gone off but we are urging people to go south as quickly as possible.” The people leaving the tent and the rest of the carnival seem to be in no hurry hence the agitation of the officers. I however immediately take Apollo out of his stroller and start running to the parking lot and then to my car. My grandparents had already gotten in their van and left and my mother had already gotten in the driver seat of the car. I get in with Apollo in my lap and my Mom immediately starts driving. Once I put Apollo in his car seat I call Donovan who is working. I explain to Donovan the situation and he said he just heard about it on his car radio. “I can’t just leave work, I’ll get fired.” Donovan protests. I am really annoyed at this point by his clear insanity. “Donovan, your job isn’t going to matter if your dead!” I tell him. After a deep breath I go on to say “Just call and tell them your sick and puking blood or something and that your going to the hospital.” (as if that excuse is more logical than the fact there is a nuclear bomb that could go off and kill us all if not just give us radiation poisoning.) Moments later Donovan suddenly appears in the driver seat of my car and my mom is suddenly in the back seat. I am changing through the channels on the radio when I wake up.

So this next dream is the one from last night. Although short, it really had an emotional effect on me.

The dream begins and Donovan and I are in our car, he is driving. We are going to the Renaissance festival or some kind of festival unknown to me. Apollo, I know, is either at home with my mom or at Donovan’s parent’s house with them. We are driving down a narrow country-type road, you know the paved ones that have only two lanes, one for traffic going each way and the infamous “Pass” and “Don’t Pass” signs. Well anyway we are driving down this road and we get stuck behind a white pickup truck going about 15 under the speed limit with a bunch of stuff in the back. Donovan wants to pass this truck but I keep telling him “No, not yet!” because the hills make it hard to see if there are cars coming. Donovan eventually gets impatient and starts to pass him anyway. As we get to the top of the hill a car appears coming straight for us. For a moment it seems like we are going to make it past the truck and back into the correct lane but all I could focus on was the approaching headlights (in the middle of the day? That’s strange.) When the cars collide everything outside the car goes gray and then black. Every muscle in my body, from my fingers to my toes, spasms and then tenses tighter than I have ever felt any muscle, let alone all of them, tense and remained tensed. I look over to Donovan and see he is experiencing the same thing. “I think we are dying” he says matter-of-factly. I look ahead and out of the blackness there are purple and blue lines of lights going by at each side of the car. “No!” I say “We wouldn’t be experiencing death together like this would we?” he looks at me fearful and sad and I know he knows that we are indeed dying. I can’t accept this, I start getting hysterical “No! We aren’t dying! No we can’t be. We aren’t, if we don’t let it happen it won’t happen! We aren’t dying! We can’t die! We can’t we can’t we can’t! Who’s going to take care of Apollo?” I start crying uncontrollably “Apollo needs us! He needs his parents! We can’t die! Not both of us! No no no no no!! NOT BOTH OF US!” I wake up in tears and great relief that it was only a dream. However that feeling of not being able to control the inevitable occurrence of death, even if only a dream, still stays with me. Just thinking about that dream brings tears to my eyes. Man what a bad dream.


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Captain Tripps and the Animal Shelter

January 30, 2010
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So, I just recently finished this book called “The Stand” by Stephen King ( I guess it was also a movie in 1994, I have yet to see ) any way, I keep having dreams relating to the book. The whole story revolves around this virus called Super Flu or Captain Tripps which is a disgusting, highly contagious, respiratory infection that kills about 95% of people, dogs, and horses. Hopefully this explanation will help this next dream seem less confusing. At this point in my dream the “Super Flu” has already wiped out most people and I am (of course) one of the immune.

The dream starts out and I am walking towards a one story business building and it is lightly snowing. As I approach the building I find out it is an animal shelter. I kinda don’t want to go in here, afraid of the gore I may find considering the fact the virus kills dogs however it is the only building around and the snow is getting progressively heavier. When I get inside there are about 7 small dogs running around out of their cages, and they are obviously starving. There are ripped up, empty, dog food bags scattered all over the floor. I go further into the shelter (with the dogs now following me around) past the front desk and back to where the kennels are. In here I find HUGE dog, probably up to my hip. I’m not sure what kind of dog he was but he had light tan wiry fur that wasn’t long but a little shaggy and ears like a German Shepard. He growled at me when I looked at him but I did not feel threatened. I noticed many of the kennels were open but the closed ones housed mostly dead dogs and two had very sickly dogs. At this point I had decided I would have to take care of these dogs, not only out of compassion but knowing that most other dogs were long gone due to the virus. I notice the big dog is the only one with a collar on and I decide to approach him to see what his tags say. As I read his name (Cullum) he growls and snaps at me, I pull my hand away just in time. Behind Cullum is a closet that I am wanting to check for food. “Cullum, Move.” I tell him and despite his unfriendly disposition, he obediently moves and sits back down exactly where my finger was pointing. I look in the closet and see a bunch of random supplies like flea shampoos, brushes, dog dishes, and so on. I climb the shelf to look at the top and there is a crate of dog treats and cans of dog food. I take the crate down and grab one of the boxes of dog treats (they look like sausage links) and dump them out on the floor for the heard of small dogs at my feet. Cullum remains seated at his stationed spot. I walk over the two kennels with the skinny sick dogs and divide a can of food between them. I take out some of the dog dishes and fill about 4 of them out of the sink. The dogs all run to the water, except for Cullum who stays put. I then walk over to Cullum and pour out a can of food at his feet. He growls at me for a moment while wagging his tail, “Eat Cullum you dumb dog!” and after my command he finally eats. There is not enough food in the crate to last for all of these dogs and there is no food here for me so I know I must leave. “Come Cullum” Cullum trots over to my side. At first I decide only to take Cullum for protection and because the little dogs would freeze outside. I then get a change of heart because I know that if I get too far away I won’t be able to come back. I turn back around and go back to the supply closet. I grab 3 dog crates and put them into a large wagon-like thing along with the crate of food and treats I found. I line the inside bottoms of the crates with dog bedding and divide the dogs among the crates. Then I cover the tops of the crates with a piece of bedding to keep the heat in. I call Cullum and we walk out into the lobby, me dragging the wagon behind me, and then outside. When I open the front door Cullum starts barking crazily at about 4 people approaching the animal shelter one of them appears to have a broken leg. “Can we go in there? Our friend is hurt.” a man asks. “None of you are sick are you?” I ask. “Not with Captain Tripps.” the person with the broken leg responds. “Go ahead on in there, there is no food but there are probably medical supplies.”


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Loss of Civilization

January 30, 2010
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I’m running down a suburban street, unfamiliar to me. I come to an accident involving a red hummer and a white tow truck that is blocking the street. As I walk around onto someone’s yard I get a view of the driver of the tow truck who looks more or less like a mummified version of a person in a blue baseball cap. The hummer has no one or no remains of someone in it. After going around this disturbing accident I continue to follow the road until I see a white neon that I decide would be good to drive. I get inside the car and pull down both visors simultaneously with hope it will be like the movies and keys will just fall out. There were no keys. After checking around the car I give up my search and get back out. I come to the conclusion that I will probably have to start checking houses if I want to find any keys. So I walk up the driveway of the house that the white car is in front of and open the side door. I get an immediate uneasy feeling being in here. I walk into the kitchen and look for one of those key racks people keep on the wall. I find one nailed to the wall by the door but it is empty. I go to look in the living room to no avail. I get to a bed room door and I hesitate nervously before deciding to open it. Thats when the dream either ended or I just can’t remember what happens next.


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Essaim d’abeille

January 30, 2010
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I am at a park picnicking with Apollo and Donovan. Next to us is a table of about 7 men in suits with papers, brief cases, and food all over their table. These men are yelling at each other loudly and swearing up a storm. I quickly get annoyed by their foul language in front of my son so I walk over to ask them to quiet down or stop swearing. This causes them all to start yelling and swearing at me. Randomly I see two of those metal strips, that go at the bottom of doorways to separate carpet, laying on the ground. I grab those and jump up on the table and start beating the men in the faces with them. As I’m working my way down the table, I notice Donovan took Apollo and left. Suddenly one of my metal strips break in shards as if it were glass. I get to the last man at the head of the table and he shouts “Look gentlemen! This is exactly who we need!” I lift my hand to strike him with my remaining piece of metal when one of the bloodied beaten men comes up behind me and stabs a syringe into my neck. I black out. When I wake, I am strapped down to a hospital bed with IV’s in my arms. I go to get up but instead of getting up I leave my body. I get further and further away watching my body as if I were a camera person zooming out. As I get further I see that the room I am in has two scientist people in it checking machines and taking notes. As I get even further I see the walls are made of glass. As I get even further I see my glass room is in the middle of a huge, almost endless space with a white fog. Out here there are giant alien-like bee hives covered in average sized bees. As I zoom out the farthest I see that my glass room is perched on top of thousands of orange boxy robots who are constantly moving and changing places. Once I get here, I rapidly fly back into the room, into my body. I wake up.


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South American Prison

January 30, 2010
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So Donovan and I are somewhere in South America. He is speeding in a car and there is a bunch of money in the back. All of a sudden we are being brought to prison, as if a chapter was just ripped out of my dream. Due to over crowding they put me in the mens prison with Donovan. The jail cell is pretty big with 8 bunk beds right next to each other on one side and a toilet and sinks on the other. The whole cell is dingy like a basement and the sinks look like basement sinks. Donovan and I are wearing grey shorts and shirts obviously issued to us by the prison. We are also still holding v8 splash bottles in our hands that were in our car earlier in the dream. Mine is empty so I decide I want to fill it with water. I almost ask Donovan if he thinks they have filtered Brita water but then realize this is a stupid request. I start to feel nervous because this huge 7 foot muscled, tattooed, bald inmate keeps eyeing me down. So I walk over to the sinks (that look like dirty basement sinks) and fill my bottle with dirty water I know I’m not going to drink. My nervousness gets worse when the other inmates start to close in on me so I run over to Donovan. Donovan is talking to another inmate who is telling him how to cook drugs to sell in the prison so he can buy our way out. A prison guard comes and tells us it’s search time. Donovan hides drugs under his shorts leg and shows me all proud like it’s a great hiding place. It’s a shit hiding place. We all line up outside of the cell and two guards go down the line from each end towards the middle where Donovan and I are standing. When the guard gets to me he right away starts grabbing my boobs, I elbow him in the teeth and his mouth starts bleeding. Meanwhile they find the drugs on Donovan and both of us are pushed to the floor. I hear a helicopter over the building and I say to myself “Good timing.” and then to Donovan “I got connections.” I fight my way back to my feet and see a rope latter hanging down through the open roof. I grab the ladder with one hand and turn to a bloodied, beaten Donovan and grab his hand with the other. The ladder lifts out through the open roof and we start climbing up to the helicopter when a blade on the helicopter catches fire. We are over water now pretty far from the prison so Donovan and I jump off the ladder. The helicopter crashes into the water and sinks right away. I say to Donovan “The shore is too far to swim to lets steal one of these boats”. There are like 5 random abandoned small boats around where we are. Donovan responds “What about the pilot?” and I think “Are you serious?”. Seconds later there are bubbles coming up from the sunken helicopter and I tell Donovan “See look, he’s fine.” As soon as our pilot emerges from the water Donovan starts to follow me as I swim to the smallest boat which is a paddle boat. That was the end of the dream.


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I Dream Of Zombie?

January 30, 2010
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So in this dream I am myself, for a change, only I am 17 and back in my old bedroom (which is Apollo’s room now.) So I am smoking a cigarette in the living room when I see my mom coming to the front door so I run into my bedroom freaking out. I know for sure she will smell and see all the smoke. It’s funny how eager I am to finish my cigarette considering I don’t smoke. So I am in my room leaning out the window to finish this cigarette and I see a man in my backyard jumping our privacy fence. He looks at me and says “RUN!” and continues across my yard before jumping over my neighbors fence. Based off of previous dreams I had before I KNEW it was zombies. I have about 2-3 zombie dreams a month that I can remember. Soooo I sit there and take everything in for a second and then come to reality when I hear rapid banging on my bedroom door. My mom bursts through the door and i can tell in her eyes that she is one of them. She just stares at me for a moment which was enough time for me to jump out of my open window. A group of 3 middle aged men and one woman jumped over my same privacy fence that the previous man jumped over. I could see that they were normal. One man said “We are gathering survivors, the more the better!” I was hesitant to join them, I looked back to my bedroom window to see the zombified version of my mother salivating, screetching, and clawing after me. She was having a hard time getting out of the window. Finally she fell out and I joined the group who was already over my neighbors fence. The man who spoke to me had a gun, I told him not to kill her. That was the end of the dream.


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Girls School

January 30, 2010
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I am a 15 year old girl about 5’5″, long dark brown hair, wearing a full private school uniform. I am attending a live-in all girls school. As the dream begins, I am walking down a hallway until I stop at a dorm room with it’s door open. I peek my head in and see a blonde girl, about 13, watching TV. I automatically get the sense that this girl is my close friend so I walk the rest of the way into the room. “Whatcha doin?” I ask her. “I’m watching the news. They found some clothes out by the water, they say it’s from one of the missing girls.” she tells me without even looking away at the TV. I turn my head towards the screen and instead of watching the TV it’s more like a cut-scene in a movie. The cut-scene shows a jogging suite with our school initials on it dirty and tangled up in rocks washed ashore. I learn in this cut scene that girls from our school have been continuously going missing and they have yet to find a body. After the “cut-scene” is over I tell my friend “I’m going to go down to the kitchen to get us a snack. You should probably keep your door shut and locked.” She remains transfixed on the TV. I walk down to the end of the hall and enter a small kitchen with a small eating room next to it. As I am rummaging through the cupboards and drawers I hear two girls talking outside. One girl says to the other “We have to get the girl in this room and bring her to the head.” then the other girl responds with “Okay but we must be quieter this time or it’s going to be one of us she takes.” I poke my head out to hear better and see the two girls standing in front of my friend’s room. They are both looking at me silently like they knew I was over hearing them. I duck back into the kitchen after I see them start walking towards me in sync, almost robot-like. I don’t remember what they both looked like but I remember one having short black tightly curled hair. They walk into the kitchen and the girl with the curly hair grabs a knife off of the counter. I take a few steps back and stumble over a kitchen chair. She raises the knife and stabs me in the shoulder. I can feel it pierce my flesh and muscle the pain causes me to fall to my knees. Then the words come out of my mouth without me trying “Don’t bother, I can’t die.” I grab an ankle of each girl and drag them down to the ground. I get back up and run to my friends room. I bang on her door and shout for her to open it and let me in. The other two girls are walking towards me slowly in their creepy robotic way. I keep pounding and shouting. Finally at last minute my friend opens the door and I run in, shutting it behind me. She just looks at me with a dropped jaw. I completely forgot the knife was in me and I take it out. There is no wound, just blood. “They are coming after you!” I tell her in a panic.”We have to get out of here!” I turn to the window and jump out like the three stories were only three feet. I am uninjured. My friend slowly climbs down using the window sills of other dorms. It is super dark outside. We start to run towards a football field. When we get to the middle all of the lights turn on. On a pedestal is our head of the school, a thin woman with fire red hair frizzing out all over the place. All around us in the stands are girls from our school. As the two girls from before grab my friend, the head explains everything. My school is a huge cult disguised as a school. All the girls gone missing were murdered because the head was trying to find one that didn’t die, which apparently was me. She starts to speak and explains how she will use my blood to create an indestructible army out of the other girls. “Give me your blood and you can have your friend back.” At this point the last thing I am thinking about is my friend. I start running out of the field towards a swampy area with a highway at the other side. I see a car coming and try to flag it down. I wake up.


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I'm still not sure who I am yet. "I am that which I am and I am pleased with it, joyful in it. And you are that which you are, and while it is different, perhaps, from that which I am, it is also good. And because I am able to focus upon that which I want, even if there are those differences between us that are dramatic, I do not suffer the negative emotion because I am wise enough not to focus upon that which brings me discomfort. I have come to understand as I am one who is applying the law of allowing, that I have not come fourth into this physical world to get everyone to follow the truth that I think is the truth. I have not come fourth to encourage the world into a world of conformity or sameness. For I am wise enough to understand that in sameness, in conformity, there is not the diversity that stimulates creativity. And that in focusing upon bringing about conformity I am pointing toward an ending rather than a continuing of creation." - Abraham Hicks

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