Song Lyrics from my dreams: Miracle At Night

March 28, 2026

(kind of an operatic tone with reverb, sounds dramatic and kind of holy, like God himself was saying and singing these things into existence)

Let there be light!

Let there be morning

And so, let there be night

The dark does more than hide me!

Let there be life! 

Let there be warmth!

For life will feed on it

But so, let there be death! 

For life without end tells no lore

Write it down, and let them hear it

Gospel told like it had never been

Axemaster Axel

 An in universe third person Halo ripoff. The gameplay is only tangentially related to Halo, but a lot of the art and designs pretty much blatantly copied from it. Apparently a version of Halo exists.

Alternate History - 1970s

In the 1970s, in England there was a king named King George the Fifth who was infamously a terrible person. Murders, sex trafficking, p***philia and plenty of evidence for all of these. In the 70s, during a parade, his own daughter conspired to assassinate him.

It happened successfully - his daughter successfully shot him 3-4 times on camera, and he ended up crawling into a stream and freezing and bleeding to death.

Harry Potter & The Small Prince of Florida

 A juniors sequel to Harry Potter. In this, Harry Potter and his friends are all adults, taking place some time after they graduated from Hogwarts. It can be inferred that it takes place in America

???

Genre: Action, Adventure, RPG
 Gameplay: ???, PSP
Perspective: First & Third Person
Possible Inspirations: God Eater
Starring In: Benevolence

This one has actually been awhile since at least 2013.  I don't know it's name, and to be honest, I don't even remember if its name was ever said or known in the first place.

Honey Roasted Ham

February 8, 2020:

I don't quite remember how the dream started, but as far as I remember I was in my mom's van, sitting beside the driver (her). For whatever reason I've been having a lot of dreams of me going somewhere with my mom. I had plenty of interesting ones before this one where we were in Mexico for two nights or so of dreaming. Either way, we were more or less going to somewhere I knew, but was pretty far away from home, something like a small stop in the middle of the country right off of a highway. I think we all know places like that.

For one reason or another we stopped at an industrial place around a fourth or so to the place. I think I'd been here too in a previous dream, but it's probably not one of those written on this dream journal blog. My dad came in his work truck - a dark blue truck with ladders atop it - and my mom and dad switched who was driving the van. This absolutely would not be something that would happen in real life. Anyway, she drove off, and I decided to not go with her. My dad had decided he was the one who was going to do the shopping.

Back on the highway, we went so fast that it made my mom look like she was a sloth. Eventually, for reasons beyond even my dream self, the lanes going our direction was cut down, and quickly we saw cars driving the opposite way on our lane right before a sharp turn - which is what really made me regret coming with him. Anyway, dad's apparently really desperate to replace a bread that, back at home, had gone bad, so he sees this steep incline that supposedly goes down to a really fast shortcut that would take us to our destination.

Going down this steep incline is a sort of tram-like rail that even trucks could apparently go on, and somehow, with the combination of the incline and whatever technology was built into these tracks, we would go far, far faster than otherwise possible. Despite none of the cars we have being yellow, this was expressed as a car becoming a yellow streak until we reached the bottom, and into the series of tunnels beneath the road. Despite the tunnels themselves holding up, they were clearly made of sand -- not even sandstone. Their grains were about the size of a gravel.

It didn't take me long to realize it was just a trap for either idiotic or desperate people. I got out of the car, somehow (because dream), and I quickly found a way that could at least hypothetically get me out of the place with a bit of persistence. This are was sort of like three or four small ledges that were low enough for someone to crawl up, but again, that was not the issue; it's the material they were made out of. I only barely got up the first two before I saw someone running around with a flashlight. Because dream, I knew that there were these creepy creatures that were crawling and probably eating and killing whatever they caught in this trap.

I was hoping this person would get caught because he had a flashlight, but apparently two of the creatures were following him. Although one did continue to chase him, the other came up to me, standing on the ledge I was just about to crawl onto. It was a sort of burnt-black looking Wendigo like creature -- kind of like the one in Until Dawn, or the Rake creepy pasta, but slightly more cool looking -- a bit of Alien aesthetic, if I had to put a familiar word on it.

I submitted to it. Usually I'm pretty (physically) weak in dreams, and I knew I could neither fight or run from it in my current position. I can't remember if I woke up and went back to sleep, but suddenly we were in a similar construct, albeit with less tunnels, and just tons of tracks for cars (mostly trucks, for some reason) going around seemingly infinitely.

This place, although the other acted as a prison and trap, acted solely as a prison. There were a bunch of tracks covered with the same large grained sand-like substance that went into the air this time, creating a somewhat messy, but to be honest, interesting looking construct. It sort of resembled something you'd see from a "if the world was like Sonic", or basically any number of racing games.

I climbed up it, and saw that there was even more people who apparently survived in some manner, and they were just more or less walking on the loop, clearly just glad to be out of the immediate reach of the creatures. This area was surrounded by barbed wire, fence wire and even bamboo **"stilts"** that held up the structure. Despite how they appeared, they were apparently quite formidable. On one side of the prison construct was a classic sight; water, and more barbed fence. On the other, it was green rolling hills dotted with graves. On the ladder side, every once in awhile a black child would run up in tribal clothing and try to shake the bamboo **"stilts"**. For whatever reason, I had the impression these people were tribal New Guineans.

Also on this side, there was a way to get onto another platform which would allow more opportunity for escape. It was basically just the top of the wall, but there was a second layer that was made of mostly fabric and strings. There were platforms made of said fabric, and something that could act as a ladder to the top. Me and some stranger started to climb this. It was something like a thing you'd see in one of those inside playground jungle gyms. Actually, it was pretty much exactly like that at this point of the escape.

It only took doing this three time before we gained access to climbing onto the very top. It was around this time that a voice spoke to us, explaining that our captors were in fact aliens, and that it had been a very long time between the time we were captured and woke up where we were. It was clearly implied to be decades, if not centuries, despite the lack of apparent advancement in our immediate vicinity.

We were at the top, and for a bit didn't really do anything. The exact cemetery actually looked similar to something I had seen in previous dreams, but different enough that I felt like it might have been a different location altogether. Vehicles started to drive by, and I felt the need to get on my stomach and hide on the very top. I very well might have, but eventually I noticed there was another roof that had something. I had no reason to really expect what it'd do, but before I had heard someone say something over the PA; "DO NOT HAVE MEAT". And on this second roof was a honey roasted ham sandwich.

Again, I had no idea what would happen, but somehow i knew that eating it would benefit me, so I got off the roof, and tried to climb my way to the other, but right after I left the roof and climb over, my foot got stuck in a thin fabric net. I begun working at tearing my foot away when one of the leaders appeared. Although the previous alien I saw was comparable to a wendigo, this one looked far more like a clown. He had a shrill voice similar to Kefka from Final Fantasy VI (6). Apparently he had the impression we had a meat sandwich. The two or three people who had made their way up insisted that we hadn't. One looked in my direction, silently cheering me on. I ripped myself loose, and made my way to the tower-like roof where the sandwich lay.

Even though my plan was to get atop it, and run the other side to take a bite, the dream ended with me somehow grabbing it from like 10 or so feet away, and biting it. The dream faded as I woke up, but I know that I had defeated the aliens with honey roasted ham.

AAAAND ROLL CREDITS!

Sorry.

And before I get even more annoyed, I did have a notable dream earlier. I remember almost nothing from it, and that's why I will not be giving it a separate post. In this dream, there was a book written in either 1454 or 1544, but essentially it was the very first fantasy novel. The cover was even medieval looking, and on the back was the face of a semi-modern elf design drawn medieval-like. I saw a name of a character in the book, and other than his name started with "Nn" and there being an apostrophe followed with, I think, "ne", I honestly don't remember much else aside from the pages being darkened wtih age, and the cover otherwise being very colorful.

The elf was a blueish purple.

Unwanted Software

February 3, 2019:

I can't quite remember where any of these dreams started, per se, but I haven't written one in what feels like forever. I almost woke up earlier for the sole purpose of writing at least the first dream down because I felt it to be interesting enough to deserve a record. Anyway, lets just get to it;

There is a slight impression that I might have had a dream before it about guns - perhaps it was a dream where I watched a movie, which is more likely than the alternative - but as far as I can remember it started with something that in no way is related to this. It was most likely the night, as we weren't wearing any attire to imply it was winter. Some of the people there were wearing jackets, including someone who was rather tall and lanky who wore a thin-looking coat.

Anyway, the dream touched an aspect of imagination that my dreams wouldn't normally go near; I was more or less literally one with someone else. I'm pretty sure it was with my best friend, Austin. To be exact, I wasn't there in a literal sense, but it was more like my consciousness existed a little behind him, as if I was possessing or following him as an incomplete being. Unfortunately i can't quite remember what lead to the next moment, but somehow I was released from these binds, and came to existence.

To be honest, it reminded me of my favorite Japanese comic, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. Unlike JoJo, though, I wasn't this incorporeal psychic manifestation of someone's powers. Going on, I almost forgot to mention where we were; we were in a parking lot near a small incline in about two small sets of concrete stairs. There were people sitting beneath the veranda - about three or four, and one other blonde girl sat outside of the veranda. Once I had became physically existent, I picked up small rectangular box shaped pieces of wood, and tossed it at the woman. One of them somehow missed and hit the pillar of the veranda, and the other hit the head of the target, leaving her forehead bleeding.

Obviously my waking self would never do such a thing, but in my head's narration, it explained that although I was the 'protagonist', I wasn't necessarily a 'hero' or 'villain'. To be precise, it was put in a much more simple fashion that in my opinion sounds marginally better, but at the same time, the narration didn't exactly put it in words, exactly, but instead a feeling with some words attached. In other words, an average thought process in the waking life.

Either way, no repercussions came to me. With a reason that fails to be recalled, I went to the people on the first few steps the veranda and attacked a lanky man wearing a dark and long coat. Granted, the coat might not have been long, and it might have been just been the relative proportional differences from him and I, but either way I knew who I was approaching. This young man - perhaps around my age, or late teens - was the son of someone I, apparently, had a reason to dislike. Seeing me, he had told me he would tell on me to his father, so my aggressiveness towards him wasn't entirely uncalled for.

As far as I can remember, the dream more or less ended with me finding myself as "superior" to him simply because I was a part of a power or had a power that he otherwise didn't have. The next dream I'll write about actually happened two dreams later. Of course, because of how dreams work, it could have been a mix of the two dreams, but that really isn't the point.

This dream started off with me logging onto a game I haven't played in awhile. To be exact, it was an old dream's interpretation of the game; Guild Wars. On terms of art and gameplay, it was actually pretty similar, but it very much took place in a location that may or may not have resembled many outpost/city locations. color pallet wise, you could compare it to Lion's Arch - various shades of grey from ancient buildings, and rich grass with equally rich blue waters. In this case, the water was a very "small" river. as far as I'm concerned.

Anyhow, I was logging into this game to talk to some people. I was apparently in this guild that I had been in for quite some time, and when I logged on. the guildmaster greeted me. At least one person was able to view where I was, and asked what I was doing there. At the time, in fact, I was going around accepting daily quests. I didn't really want to do anything more but the most simple quests - talk to that guy, get some experience and money type of quests.

I quipped that I was, in fact, there to level, as one would do at the max level of 30 (which for those who may be confused; the max level in the real Guild Wars 1 is 20). The next part may have technically been another dream, but for simplicity's sake, lets just assume it was a different dream that started as the other finished. Either way, if I woke up, I immediately went back to sleep anyway.
This dream pointed to a memory that may or may not have been yet another dream that I had this night, but honest to god I haven't the slightest idea. At one point, my second oldest brother, Luke, had apparently reviewed a game. The creator, a woman, had gotten upset at her opinions, so she went to various late night shows to get it reported. My brother had gotten in trouble, even though nothing he did was a personal attack on anyone. On an arguably bright side, this did give him significantly more fame.

It was some time after this event that the dream started. I had been watching YouTube videos No idea what exactly, but when a particular video ended, I accidentally clicked something which downloaded this program that had brought up a window. This window was full of details, more than what an installation screen would normally state, but I had no reason to read any of it. Trouble is, I couldn't just close the window. It'd pop back up not a second later, and if I were to hit the "next" button, I had to either check one of two weapons "Next (install)" and "Next (Review)". Contextually, I knew "review" just meant that if I hit the next button, that it'd literally just loop around until I just installed it.

Nevertheless, I refused to install the virus, and eventually hit "Next (review)". This, despite the implications, just installed it without another word. This opened a tab that showed a semi-intractable screen that sort of resembled a Windows '95 UI emulating a Windows XP desktop in the small window's confines. I turned my screen to my brother, asking if it was harmful. He said that it was old enough that on my computer - a Windows 10 computer - it would have little to no adverse effects. The dream ended with my brother talking about his frustrations concerning the manufactured drama around his review. I don't remember a whole lot, but he was certainly frustrated with the results.

The Pursue of the Slimer

October 24, 2018

There's a lot of this dream I don't remember. What I remember is that it's chapter so-and-so of a series I had apparently been dreaming up. I vaguely remembering having had dreamt up the previous chapters, and that they were roughly 1,000 words long each, but unfortunately I don't remember the other character arcs. All I know is that they were similar and they were based around the same characters defeating their rival / arch nemesis. So, instead of telling the original chapter 1, I'll start off with what I can.

We were surrounded in a swamp, and we were here for a really good reason. There was a homeless man who had good intentions, but in his hands was a powerful wand that could destroy and sink dungeons. The wand had, apparently, been given to us by our enemies - nameless people who either worked for an organization or another country. Either way, we both spoke English.

Earlier, I had gotten covered in swamp water, and I only wanted to shower. We had no access to a bath, but there was a material called slimer that would act as a quick cleaning device if one were to be covered in the thick green goo. Despite this, it also acted as an energy. It was sort of like a shower gel, but taken to a very literal degree.

Anyway, I was in the large but empty tent, surrounded by my four other friends. They were talking about slimer, and I jumped forward to ask about it. At first what they said wasn't that helpful - that it was apparently from a movie, but we didn't have any spare slimer that i could use. I got a bit upset that they thought i cared about this much, and I pushed to ask where you could make it from.

They clarified and said that it could be made from rubber. I pushed past them and into the swamp. I looked to my right, and saw the group of my adversaries. They saw me too and started running towards me, holding various blunt objects. I looked forward and there was the homeless man I had been looking for.

We had, of course, been on his tail for quite some time at this point - at least a month or two - as had our enemies. I pulled out small red balls that appeared and had the consistency of bouncy balls. I threw one at the ground near an enemy in the distance. Despite the ground being only as firm as solid dirt, it bounced off with force and knocked the person to the ground. One of eight were down.

The homeless man, understandably, was intimated. I was upset and smelling awful. He started to run, and I chased after him, the small group chasing after me in turn. In my head, I was thinking of how all I had to do was grab his shoe and melt down the soles of it to make slimer. He ran and leapt over swamp water onto another set of firm dirt. I turned back and saw they were closer, throwing a couple more bouncy balls. A few missed, but two took out people. I jumped over the swamp water.

We were stuck on a small island now. There wasn't any firm ground to jump onto from here. The homeless man made a mistake and was now trapped. But so was I as the fast moving enemies came upon me, blocking the way off the island. The man was on the ground when the leader pushed me down to meet it, holding me to it.

I had faced him previously (apparently), and he was the one that had gotten me covered in swamp water some bit ago. Of course I was a bit desperate and pissed off, but I had greater problems, as far as I was concerned.

He looked to the homeless man. "You really shouldn't have used it on the dungeon. No matter, though, we can wait for it to come back out of the swamp," then he met my gaze, grinning. "I bet that makes you terrified - unable to get any slimer."

He returned his smile, and he responded to it with shocked confusion. "No, actually. I was just thinking of how I didn't want to get my socks dirty." I started to punch him over and over. He was unable to do anything. Since we last met, I had gotten stronger. Indeed, though he wasn't weak compared to me, I was not the least bit scared of him. At worst, I was disappointed I was unable to get in a word with the poor homeless man.

The dream ended after I gradually broke my "rivals" nose, him still pinning me to the ground. In the long run, I think this dream provided a feel and world that really intrigued me. It was vague in a way dreams commonly are, but nevertheless had enough detail and world building to be specific enough to create a story off it. Every once in awhile, in the middle of my dreams I would become semi-aware that what I was experiencing was a dream and that I liked what I saw and would like to write a story on it. This was one of those, suffice it to say.

Benevolence [+ Established & Assumed Lore]

October 21, 2018

This dream was a very rare one. I rarely have a sequel dream, and if it is, it's usually very calming and simple, as I would walk around the grounds of various schools. But this one was a lot more specific. I've had dreams where I would be playing a game on the PSP. It was an extremely difficult aRPG who's story I had mostly forgotten.

What I do know is that you would run around on the overworld, seeing monsters (and bandits alike) and would be able to attack them to stun them, and not enter a battle. If you ran into them or if they managed to attack you, a battle would commence. In this world, the world was already very damaged, but there still stood many statues of a goddess that would allow you to save the game. This goddess was named "Benevolence". Another interesting thing is, it took a very long time to level, and the game didn't really give you much time. Even in my dreams I disliked this aspect of it, but apparently I had ground up to level 14, had a party of people with me, and was on the final event of the game.

With me was an orb resembling something like this;
 

A VERY rough sketch of what the orb / wisp looked like.

It was yellow, floating behind my character. Everything was dark and the overworld was covered in monsters and bandit, chaos striking the world, sending it into pure madness as everything begun to fall apart. The statues of Benevolence were now rare and far between, destroyed after the fight and after the destruction of society. it was when I was near a peninsula. In the distance was a Gothic lighthouse / church, then in the distance, across the lake were the walls where a once gorgeous city stood. It was still very much beautiful, but now it stood ominously in the dark-blue sky, the music letting out an uneasy, distraught violin.

A rough sketch of the peninsula, with the walls of the city in the distance

It was on this peninsula that the goddess appeared before me. Though she once took on a fully opaque form, her feet were now translucent. She had been drained of power from the final villain, who took the form of my companion, except a dark purple, and in her feet were similar energy forms, though it was mildly confusing, these did belong to Benevolence, but her once pure and strong form had left the energy in her feet drained and nearly completely corrupt.

Here, she picked my character up and set a hand on his head, blessing him with a 1 million years worth of experience. Of course, it did not stand for one million years in the real world, but that of in universe, but even with this much experience, I only just made it to level 15 - 1 level. I was powerful for a human, but as one, I was far weaker than the creators and the manifestations of Darkness and Benevolence, even teaming amongst other very powerful humans.

Truly, the world was doomed, and playing the game, I felt the same. This was, again, the reason I had not played this game in a long time. With the additional level (which even to me and in-game, wasn't much), I crossed the lake to a hill. There, I saw a man sitting idly on a hill. His name read HiBob. In fact, this is the username my brother uses regularly, and in this dream, it WAS my brother. He had "only" reached level 9, and he had long been off. The game had a function that, if someone played the game nearby, there player character would be left in the place they had last been.

He had not played in quite some time, and I wanted to tell him the game was good, but at the time, I wouldn't have the chance to do so.

The dream ended inconclusive, as had the others where I had experienced this game. Indeed, I had explored the world of this game and it's mechanics so much in previous dreams, when I awoke, I wasn't uncertain it wasn't real. Many different things about it resembled other real games. From the fast paced button mashing action of a Kingdom Hearts game, and the complexity of battle of a Street Fighter or Monster Hunter entree, and to the lonely feel outside of outposts of Guild Wars. And also to the feel of a sprawling, but relatively empty world covered with monsters of many old MMORPGs.

The scope was enormous, and perhaps even this description is somewhat misleading, as this was likely to only be the HUB area of the game. Nevertheless, it was a very story centric area, and would represent a decent proportion of one's impressions.

LORE

I emphasize, the next part, for the most part WAS NOT IN THE DREAM. Some of it was implied and outlined. Think of the following as a mix of conclusions from pre-established material.

The world was once a place covered in statues to Goddess Benevolence. She may have not been the first maker, but she was such a being that kept the peace among the world and its monsters. If things ever got out of a hand, there were young people who went around, killing monsters. They were known both as Guardians of the Gods and Explorers of the Gods, naturally that of Benevolence's.

Their bravery and persistence drew them to a powerful state of humanity, allowing them to bring down fearful monsters as a team. In the grand scheme they were not powerful beings, but with teamwork, they were capable of taking down Gods.

People who weren't strong enough, perhaps because of age or lack of bravery spent most of their time in their cities, naturally enough, occasionally going back and forth from large city to a neighboring large city. Along the road, were of course these Benevolence statues, where they would regularly pray at, asking for protection. As time went by, the brave became weaker and weaker. Those corrupted by evil became bandits, and wandered the open world.

Things were becoming dangerous, so they slowly built walls of stone that would protect them from bandits and monsters. The statues stayed in good condition, having been upkept by the goddesses's existence and power.

When the game had started, these walls had became ancient. Many, many generations saw their entire life behind them. The world was still full of hope, but masked beneath it was a deep fear of what lay beyond what they knew. Most who had left the walls would not come back, and very rarely returned dead, much less alive.

Those few who returned living further convinced those to stay outside. But as humans were, the mangled look of these people sometimes inspired people to go beyond the walls and one up each other.

The main character was once such. In the walls, people pretended there was nothing to be scared of, and technically speaking, there really wasn't. The impenetrable walls were indeed extremely effective, but naturally this only encompassed a small bit of the world; much of it was infested with monsters and bandits, who had somehow joined side by side with the legions of creatures.

The main character, was of course, one such brave soul. And beyond the walls he discovered just as people had spoke. Everyone else ignored what it meant, but the hero had read the ancient stories; of how the world was once pure, clean and populated. As the story goes on, more and more is revealed about what had happened, and indeed, there still stood people outside of their city, and even in different cities and outposts.

Somewhere, in the desert there was a small band of dark-skinned humans who lived on the thin edges of cliffs bordered by plateaus of jungles and barren crevices between each area.

The world was in danger, and though he didn't know at first, he was to go around it and find other brave souls.

Despite their efforts, despite almost defeating a god-tier being, they failed. With this being of pure evil, they almost lost benevolence - the goddess and the mere idea. Things became worse and worse, but still this brave group fought. Even if they barely held any hope in their hearts anymore, they fought with all of they had.

Shipment Terror

June 3, 2018

I'm not entirely sure where it started, as it was either very uneventful or started in the midst of an event. Either way, from what I remember, I was on a large ship with at least three floors that was carrying various things, from animals, video game consoles (NES, Atari and SEGA in this case), and bibles, and a group of pirates were invading us. Most of them carried guns, and from the other, far smaller ship, were shooting at us. At hand, I had a AK47, so I used my iron-sight, and begun to kill many of them. Other people, of course, had guns at my side, and made about the same amount of progress killing people.

As another note, the ship we were on didn't have very good lighting. Most of the lighting relied on the sun shining through the tarps covering the otherwise non-existent walls of the below deck area (name?), and things were somewhat scattered on shelves, balconies and such. It looked sort of like a warehouse on the water. I'm pretty sure ships like that do exist.

Anyway, the other ship, like I said, was much smaller, and apparently was enough to carry about 20 or 30 people on it. There was a second floor to it in the middle of the boat, but otherwise was a very simple boat. I've seen boats that resembled it, but I have no idea what they'd be called, though I suppose they sort of resembled those tourist boats that carry many passengers.

Back to what was actually happening; three or so people charged directly onto the boat. They were a floor below me, so I took the opportunity to shoot at them, but the bullets had no effect. They were using a certain technology. It wasn't explained very well, but it was fairly new tech that used a sort of an invisible energy field to protect people, powered and charged by a small device.

As it would happen, at least I was provided with this device. Apparently it wasn't very common to use these as protection, but I figured that with the yellow and black device I would be able to overcharge it. I went down from the floor I was on, and looked up about 7 or so stairs, and saw two people standing there with a third as a hostage. None of them were armed, but I knew the captors wore a shield, so if I shot, at best it'd do nothing and at worse I'd kill the innocent person.

Anyway, despite feeling that they'd probably know what the device was, I held it up and pointed at them, authoritatively yelling "FREEZE!". They started to huddle closer to each other, I think to avoid themselves being harmed and have me accidentally shoot the hostage instead. That was their first mistake. Their next mistake is that they got closer to each other, until they were almost touching.

I pulled the trigger of the charging device, and suddenly their fields became so overcharged that they shocked them, and forced them to pass out, leaving the hostage and I the only ones standing. I was waiting for them to get into range of each other, so I could take care of both of them before they could do anything.

The hostage ran past me. I don't remember much what happened after this point, but I think there was a shipment of bibles that somehow fell into the water. I met someone who wanted to study and write in a copy, so I managed to only retrieve one copy at the moment, and give it to them. They sat in a somewhat cramped dark area that was only lit by their desktop lamp. Immediately they started to write something in it with pen.

This segment of the dream technically ended, because I woke up and thought about how interesting this was, how I wish I could recycle the ideas, or even have more ideas in a following dream. Sure enough...

The dream continued when I went back to sleep. Everything had calmed down now, and I was simply walking around. I came across a canopy tent on the deck that acted as a makeshift church. They apparently had no bibles to work on, and I started to feel bad for not having retrieved a bible. That was when I remembered I retrieved one earlier, and that I might be able to get that one back, even if it now had someone's handwriting on it.

I went back into the dark chasms of the ship, and quickly came across an eerily empty area that used to contain filled cages of animals. Apparently they had somehow escaped earlier in the day during the fight. Covering the wooden flooring of this are were small holes that could be opened. Some of them were jammed shut by poles on the floor below, basically leveraging them to be locked. Anyway, I went around on this floor, crawling a bit when I came across a cage with what appeered to be a wireless and realistic marionette of a little girl. I thought it was curious, and when I moved to crawl to look at its face, it was gone.

Whatever it was, it was alive. I looked through one of the holes, and sure enough I saw it run out of my view. I started to crawl when its arm burst out from another caged area, reaching around, attempting to grab me. I started to panic, but not without reason, I grabbed the cage and started to move it ahead of me, covering up any holes I could, even if they were effectively locked. Not long after, I looked down one of them and tried to talk to the little girl.

I had a good feeling that, whatever she intended, she was a ghost possessing a wooden doll. I'm not sure if in this universe I had met many ghosts at all, but I do know I've had encounters with the dead on multiple occasions and managed to reason with them in previous dreams. Anyway, I managed to calm down the spirit enough that they started ot talk to me. I somehow squeezed through one of the holes, and stood on a small wooden tower-like area that straddled over a display pile.

I couldn't see in great detail, but oddly enough, the area beneath the animal storage seemed to be where we put the consoles. Across the room there was a somewhat large shelf with more on it. Anyway, the doll talked to me a bit. I knew it was going to help me get down now, so I jumped up and grabbed onto the hole above me. It was then that the tower collapsed over the display pile, breaking both the display shelf, the tower, the consoles and the doll.

I dropped down. and lifted up the broken marionette. I felt bad for it and appreciative, but now it had sacrificed itself to help me get down. I pulled off one of its shattered legs and threw the leg away, I put the doll down for a bit, then looked through the broken display pile. Broken wood was now everywhere, but this didn't really cause much trouble. I found there was at least a small handful of unharmed things - from a NES controller, and Atari controllers, and even two consoles.

When I stopped shifting through the broke stuff, - which strangely enough displayed as a UI depicting the objects, not me actually shifting wood aside to find them - I looked up and saw the doll back to life. Its leg was back, and it was then I mused to myself. "So part of it is still human..." And that was when the dream ended.

Fighting Against Oppression

June 1, 2018

It started off with class having just ended and the sky darkened as it was getting somewhat late. Realistically, one might assume this would mean it was in the winter, But we all know dreams don't exactly reflect real life all that much, or at least if they do it's inconsistent.

Anyway, I had apparently eaten a thing of Yogurt for lunch, but I hadn't taken care of the other silverware I had with me. Apparently, only one of them wasn't borrowed directly from the school. For some reason, this ended up being one of my three forks.

I was somewhat close to going down to the cafeteria to drop it off, but it was late and the buses were leaving very soon. Instead, I went to my teacher and politely asked them to bring them down to the cafeteria when they had time.

They were friendly, so they accept the silverware, and sent me on my way. I started to run, my mother's fork still in hand, wishing nothing more than to not miss the bus. Before I could get the door, all f the buses left, and the doors locked themselves. I wasn't the only student left. There was at least a small handful, though I don;t remember what most of them looked like.

I do know one in particular was an average sized blond kid around my age. As it would happen, I did sort of know this kid in real life. Both in the dream and real life, apparently, he was somewhat of a strange guy with a lot of energy. A guy who would smile and run a lot. He had his reasons, but I'd rather not get into it.

Anyway, he was trying to open the door, but found it was locked. Just like me, he was flustered and scared to say the least. I started to move, looking for an unlocked door. There were some cardboard walls set up. I broke through them, and in one occasion looked into what used to be a classroom. I don't quite remember if I looked to much passed this, but I do know what I saw was a small dark hall that had two doors that lead to equally dark rooms.

Apparently, this is what the school would become every night. Consistent with a nightmare, I found it a bit unnerving. I continued through the place, breaking through more poorly implemented cardboard walls / gates, which were obviously mean to trap people at this point.

I eventually got to another exit, and this time, there was a large window. The window seemed to be double layered, but I was frustrated and really wanted to get out. Using the fork, I stabbed the window and pierced through it. It sort of felt like a very thick plastic, and although I don't exactly have much experience with breaking windows, I'm pretty sure it was realistic to what it'd feel like going through a window with a sharp object.

I made a larger hole before I pierced the second and final layer, and then climbed through. There was one bus still there. I got on it and sat in the front. Sitting there, more or less threatening the bus drive, was a strange person. I don't remember everything about what they looked like, except they carried a bone-saw like futuristic weapon. It was then established that a long time ago technology invented by the Japanese caused a huge takeover of the world. Whether the person was Japanese or not, wasn't very obvious.

Their hair was somewhat long, as far as I can remember, and a dark brown. They wore a sort of collared armor, and was holding the weapon over the neck of the driving, trapping the driver's head in between the bar and electric "saw". I knew this person was a threat, even if it wasn't an immediate one so I started to search the back of their neck. I found a tube sort of thing there, and pulled it, killing the person.

The dream switched perspective, and became the most relevant part. I was a little kid who seemed to be in this same world. I can't quite remember much, except that ti was dark and I was surrounded by a few office-like walls [I don't know what they're called]. I, in my head, announced to myself that I was Deanomic.

So, long story short, I had a dream that reminded me that Deanomic existed. The following is a very brief sample, and is meant more as a proof of concept then a long running project, or at least not one I intend to do any time soon. So, don't worry, Breaker comes first, then A Tree of Dreams second, and nothing after it.

Gangsters & Magic

January 29, 2018

The dream, as far as I can remember started in a parking lot. It may have started at an earlier point at a trailer in the country, but I remember nothing from this point except for this fact. Anyway, for the sake of story telling and recollections, it'll start in a parking lot.

The parking lot was full, and had some people walking around, perhaps from the store or to the store, but either way a man and I were in a small, somewhat old car. Though cars aren't and have never been my thing, I think the car was an older one; perhaps from the early 2000s or the 1990s, but not likely older or newer. I was sitting in the back, and through the windshield, I could see a bald Asian man.

The both of us in the car knew who this man was related with, and for us, this was an enemy gang. He wasn't necessarily anyone important, but as a rival, we had to kill him. This was when the driver drove over him. Nobody did anything to stop us, and we could feel our vehicle driving over him with surprising ease despite how slow we were going.

It made me shiver a bit in minor disgust, and I had the feeling that if I dared look back, I'd see his mangled corpse and a blood trail, but I knew it'd only be worse if I looked, so instead, I continued to look out of the back passenger window.

The next part of the dream started with what may have been video of another gang. This gang was that of a bunch of young white males who all wore loose clothes and backwards red caps. They were on the taller side, perhaps that of Polish or Dutch descent. This gang, as far as I know, wasn't particularly anyone's enemy.

All they really did was stick together like a huge and disgusting family. Instead of using the bathrooms like one would normally - especially like a men would normally, they would all charge into the bathroom at the same time, pee in the urinals and sinks two or three at once, and then leave almost as quickly. They were known to have somewhat wierd and dirty beliefs and habits.

At the time, I was witnessing this, just wanting to go to the bathroom and finding it annoying. They left a bunch of mess around the bathroom, and understandibly, people were bothered and were repulsed.

A bunch of people tried to was their hands, but some of the people wanted to wash their hands, but since their was now pee in the sink and perhaps even on the faucet, this was proving to be somewhat difficult. I explained to most of them that though they may not be wrong with how disgusting they are, they never meant any ill will; they were known for being disgusting and very close to each other, but they were oddly pure for a gang.

Eventually, I got a bit brave, determined to wash my hands, and wrapped some paper towel thickly around my hands before I wiped the sinks down and threw the trash away. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom to view two of the friends that I had, apparently, been traveling with.

These two included a 15 or so year old kid dressed in similar attire to that of the '80s, and a very tall and strange man with grey-blond hair. This man, at least in this dream, was apparently Doc Brown, though to be honest he looked more like a mix of Elrond and Celeborn [Elves from Lord of the Rings, look them up to get a proper idea], complete with the same color as Celeborn's and a similar face and hair style to that of Elrond's; long and combed back.

Anyway, I talked to Doc Brown, asking about the Delorian, feeling that for whatever reason, the gang we had just witnessed had it. Though unrelated, I was at this moment looking at a small flat screen on the wall with a potted fern sitting there. I don't really remember what was on it, but I think it was news related. Nothing important, as far as I was concerned either way [for the record, I'm only recounting it for the sake of further vivid dreams].

The Doctor then explained that the Delorian was, in fact, not real. This confused me, because I knew magic and time travel to have been real as a mix of vaguely outlined circumstances proved to me. I could use magic myself, and so could the Doctor. We argued a bit more, myself still believing that the Delorian was real. Eventually, I stated something about the time-traveling Delorian being in English.

The Doctor then smart mouthed me, stating that it was in fact "made in America, not England, therefore it wasn't in English". I awoke at this point, and the dream ended.

Nuuya

August 4, 2017

This dream started off with me on the outside of a large building brick build before entering it. Once inside, it was revealed to me that it was actually a supermarket where only a select few people decided to also use as their college room dorm. Actually, only half or so of it was actually a store, whereas the other half was more or less an empty room with a few construction tools strewn about.

With me, there was this owner sort of person who was showing me places I could sleep. Most of them were alongside the open side of the room. On the other side, pretty much all "rooms" were already taken by a total of like four or five people, except for the one closest to the entrance door. At this point, there was a smaller aisle and one last one just enough to fit a bed in - which is pretty much exactly what I was basically thinking of if I for some reason chose that area.

Anyway, the dorm owner admitted that this would probably be better for privacy, but didn't offer as much space as the others. Naturally, I wanted more privacy and at least something resembling a wall around me, so I chose this area.

Time seemed to be skipped, because next thing I knew, I seemed to be a young Indian man with a dorm set up where I had decided to stay. I had a bed, a small table with a console and a game on, and a TV mounted on the wall. At least the two closest people to my dorm came to greet me, and we barely spoke. What was on my mind was that the video game was actually one of the few things my parents had left me... well, I should be clear; it felt more like I was observing him, even when I did see through his eyes.

Either way, time may have skipped again and I found myself as someone else again. Apparently the store part was being attacked by a criminal, and I, who was apparently out of the store, but still nearby, was running to them. While what I actually saw wasn't all that interesting - just the side of the building - I had a mental image of the actual me helping fighting with telekinetic and pyrokinetic powers.

What I had done, basically, was set the person on fire and was in the process of using my telekinesis on him to bring him down. When the two other heroes - or my "eyes" came around the corner, I saw myself thrust my hand to the ground, forcing the criminal to fall on his face.

My vision officially switched back to its origin, allowing me to see through my own eyes right as this aforementioned final action occurred. Right after doing this, I found two orbs in my hands. Both of them had a faint color to them, but the one in my right hand was a faint green with darker green splotches around it. The other was more or less the same, but was instead entirely grey.

With me was this somewhat tall guy who may have acted as police man who commented that I had done a good job, taking the large green ornament like orb from me. I thought these orbs may have something to do with capturing a criminal - like their soul, or in a more literal sense of capturing them like a poké ball. I really wasn't sure, I just knew I had recalled seeing similar shapes of a similar size alongside the front of the warehouse-like store.

Anyway, he started to walk away, or perhaps it was someone else, because the next thing I knew i was in a small forest or park at the side of the store with a man dressed in fashion similar to a superhero with large white bug-like eyes and a green outline on his face.

He was explaining that before one became a "Juushin", one was a "Nuuya", or someone who was still in school to become a hero. This man was apparently a professional hero - or Juushin - and was by no means the first generation of Juushin. The entire dream seemed to suggest that superheroes were around long enough to have schools meant for them to practice and learn and that they either first appeared in Japan, or that the names were suggested by someone who was Japanese.

The dream ended there.


Something close to what the superhero looked like.

A Strange Night

July 28, 2017

I'll start off with being honest; this was a really weird night for me. I went to bed a few hours later than normal, in part because I got my hands on a cup of Pepsi for the first time in months, and I had like a three hour nap prior to eventually going to bed for the night... which happened at around 3:10 AM. I had been going to bed about a hour to two hours earlier, so when I finally did fall asleep, things became sort of strange.

I'm not entirely sure about this initial order of the first two dreams, but I'll just choose one and go with it. The specific order never really mattered anyway, but of course I just like recording it as accurately as possible.

Anyway, the first dream had me in Canada, walking alongside a rather beautiful beach with my best friend, Austin. I'm not entirely sure why we were there, but based off the conversation I had with my online best friend, - Dawn, - I had probably moved with Austin to there. Anyway, we were sort of hanging out when I saw the famous YouTuber, Matthew Santoro. Looking back on it, this was kinda strange. Typically if someone appeared in my dream, I've either seen them in real life or know them, and usually it's not someone I've only seen through videos or pictures. I guess he for some reason embodied my idea of 'Famous Canadian Person' which I find to be even funnier sounding.

Moving on, I tried telling Austin about Santoro, but for a few reasons I just couldn't. I can't entirely remember the exact reasons, but I'm pretty sure one of them included the eccentricity of dreams in which you simply can't talk or that he happened to nearby whenever I got the chance and ability to speak. Anyway, the whole place around us reminded me of a place I had visited on multiple occasions in previous dreams of years passed.

At some point, I found myself in a nearby village, which looked a lot more medieval than modern - such as a small home with a roof made of straw and walls made of wood. I was trying to climb this pillar for no particular reason when this couple with a dog (I think they were American too) came by and apparently caused some trouble for the home owner. Apparently they had scared their baby pigs away and they weren't sure where they were.

Eventually, a bunch of people (including yours truly) climbed a bunch of stairs that lead to an area that overlooked the house. Sure enough, there was a nest on the roof containing a baby pig. Once it was retrieved, I remember putting my hand into the nest for some reason, which was then when the owner explained that there was actually more than one. I immediately knew that the other baby pigs were cell sized - something like sperm.

Yeah, it was pretty gross, even if it just looked one undeveloped pig in a birds nest. It was at this point that I consider the end of the first dream.

The next dream was fairly stranger... well, maybe not? I don't know. I'll let you judge it for yourself.

This dream started me with some of my other friends - Logan and Jacob. There are parts I definitely don't remember, but I know a large part of it was a huge slide that you had to actually pull yourself along - or at least that I had to. Anyway, there were basically two slides, one lead a more direct and quicker path, whereas the other was slower and overall worse. The slide was brightly covered like a children's slide, but it probably was the size of a water-slide you might see at a theme-park.

With understanding that a lot of people haven't actually been to a theme park, basically put, this particularly one was wide enough to fit two fully grown males side-by-side. Eventually more of my less closer friends appeared in the dream, and it basically continued around the idea of this slide. I forgot to mention, the quicker slide would eventually intersect with the slower one, though this was near the bottom. But other than, that's basically all I remember.

My last dream had me just outside of my birth home, which admittedly I find to be a sort of strange way to put things, as it seems to imply that I do not currently live here.. but obviously that's not the point. The point is I saw my cat, Ion, laying in front of my house. My little sister, Becca saw her at about the same time and started to pet her. I, still standing and looking down at the cat was like "Ion, is that you?'

For further reference, at this point in real life, i hadn't seen my cat in a month or two. To be perfectly honest, I think her to be dead if not unofficially adopted by another household. Last we saw her, she was sick and very dirty. We were too lazy to take her in and clean her, which I won't glorify as somehow being a good or wise thing. Either way, I figure it's time I do what I can to move on from her.

Back to the dream, Ion was extremely dirty - dirtier then when we last actually saw her, in fact. Her hair was standing up straight in a similar fashion to having been struck with lightning. She didn't meow, but Becca leaned down to pet her, mostly to feel her fur. She said the cat flinched when she touched a particular side, implying that she was likely injured. The dream ended here, and as far as I'm willing to talk about, that's all the dreams I had that night.

I'll go ahead and admit I had one more extremely vivid but strange dream that regarded some form of body horror. I tried to check if I was awake, as it was fairly shocking, with a pinch to the cheek. I was disappointed by how real it seemed. I know I said I wouldn't talk about it, but to be honest, I just don't want to talk about the more explicit aspects of it. So for now, i suppose I'll leave it at that.

Like I said at the beginning, it was a series of very strange dreams like I hadn't had for years and years. There was only one other mentionable thing after all of these dreams being when I woke up at about 5:30 AM, the door opened and the kitty (Ion's sister, Star, that is) peaked through the door. After a bit I gave her some food... but that wasn't a dream, though I'll admit that this blog is more often then not actually about the dreams and strange moments of the night rather than well.. just the dream.

P.S.
I was in the process of rewriting this initially, but I only got around to re-writing the first part. Hopefully it's not too noticeable.

Live Action Board Game

February 20, 2017:

The dream started off with me watching a crowd surrounding a guy who walked down a path marked with confetti paper, or even construction paper. He'd have to only walk on this path to eventually get around into a large tent and finish this game without running into too many traps. This game looked innocent and fun enough to me, so I decided to do it.

I went into the tent shortly after he finished the game, and it started for me. In the tent, there were mock coffins, which I couldn't help but imagine what if I couldn't fit in them, or if they weren't the correct size for me. I'm only 5'2", so it's pretty unlikely, in case you're wondering. Anyway, I got out of the somewhat dark place, and then took the tent down to reveal a bunch of people - who would help act as my traps - setting it up, moving around chairs and setting down my paper trail to walk on.

Anyway, they quickly finished and I started on my way. I think the first one I walked into was one that threw cake at me, so I had at least one person slam a cake into my body. This person would be the one to follow me most of the time. Either way, I continued on my way until I had to climb over some chairs. Two 'ninja' girls came out and 'attacked' me. I think all they really did was push me down and ruffle my hair up a bit.

I wasn't feeling frustrated or anything, but I did feel it was getting a bit harder to get up, so this time it took about three or two seconds to stand back up, But other than that, I didn't really find much difficulty in doing it. After I got back on my feet, I looked around and saw that they had already set up another row of chairs like this. I had since learned my lesson, so I looked around ot find an alternate route. Sure enough, about 20 feet away, there it was.

I walked towards it, and it went some distance away from what seemed to be the easy way. Eventually, coming down the narrow path, i saw that there was a wider area with maybe like five people stationed at it. Meanwhile, from the end of the place, where there was a crowd of maybe 10 people, they started to throw  red ball - a standard dodge ball, from my experience - over to the 5 kids in front of me. A few of them were either badly aimed or whatever, but some of them came my way and barely came close to hitting me.

When I got even closer to the five kids (all boys, by the way), they started to clearly aim at me. The first one was from the front, I ducked and it flew over my head. The second, from the back, and I leaned to the side, it zooming past me. The next one, again from the front, I just slightly leaned to the side and it missed me again. The last one for me to dodge came from the back again, which I ducked beneath again. The last one came from the one who had been following me the entire time, and he was pretty close to me at this time.

He threw it, and I instantly knew it was too close to dodge, so instead, I hit it away with my hand. He mumbled that it hit me and that I should be out (by the way, the kid was a classmate in real life in middle school. As you might figure, we didn't like each other.) I wasn't certain about the rules, and as the deflecting was purely just my natural reaction, I asked the teacher who hosted it.

He confirmed that it was alright - that it wasn't against the rules, and I continued on my way. At this point, I was pretty much face to face with the final group. They begun to throw the ball back and forth at me, and I think three times before I woke up, I was able to hit it back, slowly moving forward.

Then the dream ended.

The Panancentenial

Okay, this one is EXTREMELY late, but at least I'm finally putting it up.

March 21, 2015

The dream started with me changing, apparently having just showered, and finding I managed to somehow forget to grab a shirt. Leaving the bathroom, I went into my room, finding it to be crowded with three beds. On a large flat screen, Mark and Mar (youngest older brother and his wife) were playing a game in which they were kissing in. They called me out, saying they were about to have sex (in-game) and that I couldn't watch. I retorted by reminding them I was 19, and only wanted to get a shirt from my closet.

Leaving the room with a shirt on, I managed to get stuck between the newly added bed, the wall, and a backpack which I noted should have been easy to get over. While I was stuck, I spoke to a third person staying in the room; a native African male who was likely related to my older sister's husband. We quickly found each other cool, and I finally managed to get over the backpack. Exiting my room, I found about three girls standing there, apparently also being loosely related to me. At this point, I was beginning to wonder what was going on.

The scene changed, skipping some time. Now, I just got out of our family van and found that my mother had driven herself, my father, my little sister and I to a prison field. It was full of people (mostly males) wearing orange vests, and blue vests. My inner monologue explained that those wearing orange were the prisoners, while those with blue were the chaperoning guards. Even though I questioned the apparent lack of consistency with this rule. I did think something like "Oh, so the prisoners really do wear orange."

Suddenly, the prisoners. cheered, quickly leaving the premise. A gang of four wearing green bandannas walked by us. I looked up and made brief eye contact with the leader; a black man in a wheel chair. The gang begun to speak to us, but my dad stood up and begun to uncharacteristically swear, talking in a stereotypical black gangster dialect. One of the members, named their gang as "The PPP", which my dad attempted to interpret the meaning of. I don't quite remember any of them. but one of the final guesses included the words"People" and "Plaza". After this, they vanished and the fiasco came to a close.

Celebration broke out; apparently over the "Panancentenial", which I didn't quite understand the point of making such a big deal out of it... rather, I didn't understand it all. As you might figure, there was pan-related puns on flying streamers. Fireworks coloured the sky, forming the number "10,000". Eventually, I stood up and found my mother had gone to pickup the others and drop them off here.

Shortly after seeing some trays laying on our vehicles trunk, my mother came back wtih some of the guests, so I hung around them a bit. Eventually, the celebration ended, and I was standing by our church - which had been there the entire time - and a few girls walked around me, forming a circle around me. Shying away, I found I was able to close my eyes but still see their silhouettes and dodge around them as they formed the circle.

I turned to the church, the others having left now, and saw that there were small openings on the side of what would otherwise be the entrance. Knowing this was the proper way to get in and out, I tried to climb them, but failed. Despite my inability to squeeze through the small openings, I could clearly see much larger men squeeze through it with ease. Giving up, I went to the roof and dropped in. I was immediately silently greeted by a hunched over deacon in the form of a slowly sliding, nearly man-sized porcelain doll.

I gratefully took a pamphlet from him and proceeded to enter the auditorium... or rather, try to. Despite the far larger opening, I was unable to get into it, even if I was crawling on my belly and going in between the large, porcelain statue's legs. Annoyed, I rained a bar the statue held and crawled between the legs. As I met the main room, the pastor said I'd be damned to hell for doing what I just did. Essentially giving up, I pushed the statue over, shattering it. I then ran over to grab an average sized doll on a pedestal at the end of the room that acted as our deity, and quickly escaped.

In another room, I begun to beat the doll, my little sister joining to help. The doll cursed her, declaring her to be useless. Suddenly, I recalled how to defeat it, so I united a silk ribbon and retied it, crisscrossing the opposite way. The doll stopped speaking, so I stretched it's plastic-like material, tossing it out of the window.

As the dream cam to an end, my inner monologue explained that I later burned it. I t was never seen again.

DEDI

February 10, 2017

The series of dreams for this night started with my family going to visit the beach with a shed which was atop a hill that had its slope covered in grass and trees, which plummeted down into the water. In one direction, it seemed to more or less continue in this fashion, but in the other it would go down into a proper sandy beach that would connect directly with the water.

While my little sister and i were walking alongside the edge of this steep hill right behind the shed, I heard a women screaming, crying for help. "You, kids, up there, help me!" Naturally, we were confused and scared. We didn't want to die, but at the same time, our inclination to help those in trouble did kick in a bit.

Even though my little sister barely seemed to react, apparently she had heard it too, so we ran towards our parents and... didn't say anything. Instead, we found ourselves on the beach in the dark, just sort of relaxing. It was around this that something large was seen swimming towards us. I didn't know what it was, but I did know it was dangerous, so I attempted to run up the sandy hill and back to firm dirt a hundred or so feet away.

I couldn't get up, and i heard who might've been one of my older brothers say that he recognized it as Deadie. The voice i heard earlier spoke, this time sounding angry, clarifying that it was in fact named and pronounced "D-E-D-I". Despite my current situation, I couldn't help but wonder what that might have stood for.

Either way, I continued to try to run up the sandy hill, consistently failing long enough to see fully see D.E.D.I. The creature, like I had said, looked very dinosaur esque; a relatively small but wide reptile head with a ax shape on the top of it, starting from a smaller bit, and going out to be a wider shape that you might also describe to be a fan shape. it's fins were extremely wide, and almost shaped like that of a manta rays.

And it's tail Looked to be scaly, with a single spike near the end, pointing up. The creature was around the size of an average whale and had sharp teeth. This sharp teeth were used to eat my older brother as I continued to attempt to escape its vicinity. Before I could do this, or get eaten, I woke up and this part of the dream ended.

In this continual dream, I woke up around four or so times and I can remember most of my thoughts whenever I did, but I feel writing them down to be unnecessary, so instead, from now on, I will just say I woke up and went back to sleep.

So I went back to sleep, and the dream continued with me sitting at this beach again. It appeared we had been sitting around a campfire, recounting these events, perhaps as truth or as a myth. We saw something in the distance that resembled DEDI's rocky/scaly tail, so we begun to climb up the hills towards our home.

Up ahead of his were semi-zigzagged shaped glass towers that clearly once made up a series of homes for people. I had the feeling of loneliness looking at this place, and from this, I knew that I lived in a world or area that was now mostly empty, leaving only the still running electricity of our parents and those before us.

Eventually, we walked past one of these buildings, and I was able to look inside one of them in detail. There was a large TV resting on the ground, a show still on, and an empty, comfortable looking arm chair. Next to it, a few floors up, I saw very faint lights shining onto what appeared to be a floor that was never inhabited, as it was completely empty. I think I woke up again, and went back to sleep to find myself at a playground-like place.

You know those things that you'd climb into and climb around and that resemble vents in games or movies? There were a bunch of things like that, though my mind implied this was actually used as one way to get around or even send messages. It's pretty regular for me to think 'What if the world was like this" or to create the world of a story around me as I dream, so I'm typically semi-lucid in my dreams, though I rarely have control - it's more like a dull awareness.

Anyway, I'm mostly just sitting here, thinking of this and realizing some of the clear circular pipes resembled something hamsters would use to play with (these ones were a lot smaller than the rectangular ones the other kids were climbing through). When the older man tried to climb something, and stated that he was getting too old for this - how he used to be a lot more nimble.

I woke up yet again and went back to sleep, now finding myself climbing up a metallic but sort of minimalist tower that may have once been a lookout tower. A bunch of his were hoping to climb to the top and use that as our protection against something that would eventually appear tonight. I knew they could either be large and aggressive bugs, or very grey zombies.

When we got to the top, we saw it had a sideways bar door closing the top of it off, and a baby laying there. I'm not really sure if it was alive or not, but most of us accepted that we shouldn't go in there and disturb the protection of it, and went back down. Those who saw it first - including myself - warned the people who were going up it, and most of them listened and turned around to climb down the stairs. But a group of three or so didn't and went in anyway. As dreams are, a little bit of time skipped and I found myself at the top of the tower again, seeing the mummified baby still wrapped up laying in its place.

Based off this, I could reason that we'd prefer to not disturb the dead, or even that opening it caused it to die and rot away. Either way, I think I woke up again and went back to sleep for what seemed like the umpteenth time. I'll admit at this point, it was around 4 to 5 AM, so I knew I was probably going to get up soon, but that really doesn't matter. Anyway, the dream continued upon falling asleep.

I found myself in a lobby, having just went down marble stairs. The doors opened, and four extremely grey zombies stumbled in. We were forced to stay as still as we could, and one of them who was almost white of color and who had strange runes (which also resembled Japanese or Chinese) going up both of the sides of his face stood there. Inside my head, I was both analyzing them and hoping that I could stay perfectly still for them to not mind us.

We survived, and they went away. Time skipped and I found myself in an underground place. We were looking through some windows and we saw a bunch of cult-like people standing on a balcony overlooking the center of the place. Admittedly, this is where it got weird. They praised a flag (in which none of us could see) and peed over the edge onto the bottom floor in which many balconies surrounded (I have no idea what these structures are called, but you might've sen them in videos or in person). They went away in a line, and our much smaller group went into this room.

We saw that over the balcony was a carpeted ground that clearly wasn't meant to be peed on, but who really knew what was going through their heads. At the relative back of the room, was some dark stares going down to a large room in which an even large group then what we saw were eating what may have been their lunch.

Finally, I looked at the wall and saw a flag resembling the flag of the United States, though I don't recall seeing any stars on it, and there might've been no white box where the stars would've been. we went around this same area, some us noticing that the thing that was supposed to stop you from falling off was impractically small. I, being scared of heights, wanted to at least get to a wider area. Anyway, the leader - the older man - shouted something in what was apparently Hebrew, as I knew it was Jewish related.

The flag turned into a Jewish flag which, admittedly, resembled the Isis flag closer with a white overall color and black writing that would look like scribbles to those who couldn't read it. We all went down on our knees and begun praying to the flag and to our lord. I felt a bit awkward, because I honestly didn't think God was the way they thought he was, but nonetheless, I went down on my knees and prayed my own prayer,

I prayed for a pure heart and strength, and I begun to feel my spirit leave my body. It felt very odd and sort of like ti wasn't supposed to happen, but I pushed myself hard enough for my spirit to fully leave my body. Though I mostly still saw blackness, I knew where I was, and begun to explore the small bit of this place I had already seen, including the lunchroom in which people were now exiting and looking up to see us on our knees. praying.

I came back to my body, and we heard a voice mentioning DEDI, saying that DEDI was very deceptive. Finally, I woke up the last time and saw it was 6 AM.

Accidentally Stealing a Chair & Elite Student & The Store

December 11, 2016:

I had a bunch of dreams today, but I don't remember all of four (I think?) of them. The first and perhaps clearest was one where I was in a McDonalds. In this particular one, it ran in a system more akin to a hotel buffet in that tables and chairs were set all around, some with folding chairs. Anyway, the earliest I remember in this dream was when an apparently kind lunch-lady-like lady decided to give out her famous popcorn and popcorn flavoured ice cream (I know, weird sounding... and probably a real thing). Even though I didn't really want any, I was sort of forced to get some.

Because of the way it was being given out, (popcorn, popcorn ice cream topped with popcorn and popcorn ice cream), I was a bit hopeful that I would end up with the popcorn ice cream. I ended up with the popcorn ice cream topped with popcorn, so I was pretty satisfied with the results. At this time, my little sister and father were in front of me, and because they decided to go outside for a quick exercise while eating the treat, I decided I'd join them and burn off some calories too... even if  were gaining some more at the same time. They ended up going around the strip mall/cluster of buildings that the McDonalds apparently was a part of, and I thought to myself that, once i get a bit more fit, I would've liked to be able to run around this area, even though I knew it was far from home, having currently been somewhere in New York.

Coming around, I came back into the building and found it nearly empty with just my family and group of three others there. I can't remember what started up the conversation, but they may have been mentioning something about the strange set up for a large franchise. Either way, I ended up joining the conversation by mentioning that the folding chairs were more likely to be stolen, as you could fold them up and take them relatively easily. As if to demonstrate, I took one of them for some otherwise inadequately explored reason, and then tried to put it back where I found it. Trouble is, I couldn't find any empty spaces on any of the perceivable tables, so I was a bit confused to say the least.

By this point, it was just the three other guests, me and the employees - I assume my family went out and was waiting for me in the car. I remembered that I may have saw dining area outside of the building, so I thought I might go out there and set the chair there, but as soon as I walked out the doors, the alarms went off. Not wanting to cause any trouble, I went back in and tried to explain that I was just trying to set the chair down at a table, but the employees insisted that I'd instead stay there to pay it off, or something like that - I was thinking they'd force me to pay it off by temporarily working there, which probably wouldn't have worked out very well, considering I didn't live anywhere near New York. Nevertheless, I was told to go upstairs in a place that was otherwise employees only, though I had to go through this scanning security room.

In this room, there was a hanging monitor that would have swept me over with visibly red lasers that'd spread out further away from the original source. It erred at first and I decided to take off my face mask and hat that I apparently was now wearing naturally thinking that it was obscuring my face from being properly scanned. It took a bit of stumbling to do this, but when I did, it worked. The manager came into the room and I more or less mentioned that it helped with my taking my face obscuring stuff off. He insisted it was something unrelated and it just needed to be fixed. I was close to continuing on complaining about it, but I decided to instead just give him the stuff I took off and told him to put it somewhere so I wouldn't have to carry it or leave it in the corner of a security room.
Anyway, I went upstairs as I was told and found a storage room which looked a lot more like a small grocery store than pretty much anything. I saw an Asian woman who I was led to believe was the manager's boss. I took off my masks again (because what's consistency in a dream?) and this seemed to surprised the older woman who seemed to think I was handsome. The more I think about this part, the more strange I think it is.... but lets just move on. I was up there, not really knowing what to do, just watching the employees bustle around after closing time. I saw one of them had extremely pale skin, seemingly like a ghost. One person made fun of her, and she quite literally just vanished, further confirming that she was, in fact, a ghost employee. I felt a bit sorry for her, feeling that she should be more respected.

I went out of the room to some stone stairs that lead back to the ground, and peaking around the corner was the ghost girl who was on some sort of platform that maybe the dumpster was at some point. She tried to scare me, but I wasn't scared at all and instead enthusiastically asked if she knew what I was supposed to do (for me, seeing ghosts and moving mannequins is a normal every day thing, even if isn't a normal thing in the worlds I dream up.) She was confused at first, but then mysteriously said that I was to 'avoid the car' as all endings of it were bad, and that if I were to instead pick the 'sniper ending', it would be the true and good ending. At this moment, I was imagining what might happen if I for whatever reason forgot what she told me in the next dream... it was then that I realized this was a dream and it might be going a way I wasn't satisfied with.

So I decided to flex my willpower (which manifested itself as flexing my entire body in my dream and as a minor headache) and flew up, seeing wispy clouds come closer, and then eventually be passed (they were also very low clouds), and I willed for the 'actors' in my dream to catch fire. It was a bit hard to force ti to happen, but ti did. To be honest, it didn't have the effect I was wishing, but I didn't really care - I had control of where I'd go. In the distance, I noticed something that looked familiar to me from a previous dream, but I didn't really care and decided to fly the opposite direction. I went for a bit, before I found a row of old looking houses you might find in the neighboring city (two story houses, relatively not very wide, decent sized porches out in front and stairs going up onto the porch and to the front door). And landed here.

I had a loose realization that this resembled another place in a dream I had quite some time ago, but this is when the first dream ended.

The second dream started off, for me, a little more interesting. I don't remember all of the details of how it started exactly, but at least at some point, I found myself in an armory of a gun/weapon training school for specially trained young adults/teens. Either way, I was apparently exceptionally talented and was allowed to be a part of a foundation of a group that would be given real missions. It may have skipped time before I was getting out of a hummer with my teammates. Around us were a bunch of other students who admired our hard work and accomplishments, so we were treated with a bit of fanfare.

I, apparently having designated myself as the sniper, went over to a laid out tarp in what may have once been the trailer back of a truck to pick up my sniper. To my dismay, I didn't find my rifle, but I did find my katana, so I decided I'd pick it up and show it off a little. Obviously I'd have rather have been showing off my sniper rifle, but I was satisfied with being in the top of the grade - an elite and young front field operator.

The dream ended when I woke up, I went back to sleep and had the third and final dream of the night.

To be honest, this one was the least interesting of the three I had, but because I've gotten this far, I might as well tell. In this dream, I was in a mall/store that was run by a 30-40 year old woman, and in the back of her store was a large TV that was showcasing a brand new anime that apparently was about cooking food. I didn't pay much attention to it, since I actually already seen the premier in another similar place, but I just wanted to sit down. Trouble is, there were only a few chairs and I didn't want to walk in front of anyone to block their view, so I tried to squeeze behind someone, but because I was shaking their chair a lot, they rudely asked me to stop. I tried to rebuttal, but they ignored me. I ended up squeezing past anyway, and continued to pay little to no attention to what was actually being shown.

Instead, I was looking around and noticing how few people were there - the last one I had went to was apparently a pretty popular store and place to view them. Logic would induce that this place was most likely rather new or, perhaps, old. It doesn't really matter either way, because I got up to sit with my friends who were there the entire time (this includes Jacob, Austin and Brandon.) and I sat between Brandon and Jacob. I mentioned that I had a game that had a scene very similar to this (which come to think of it, was probably what my memory was referencing earlier). and I started a new game to get to this point. It was a bit far into the beginning of the game, so I wasn't sure if I really had the time to get that far, so I felt a bit flustered, but fine otherwise. Before I could get to it, Brandon and Jacob stood up and was like "Lets go".

Now it was getting late (which seemed to be a connecting theme in all but the middle dream) and the shop was closing. The owner of the place, a friendly woman, came over as I was tying my shoes next to Austin, and she started talking to us about why it closed in the night. I reasoned that there wasn't really much point in doing it, but the owner insisted that it should be to decrease the likelihood of things being stolen from there. Austin leaned in and whispered, hinting that he happened to have just stolen something from there. Being his friend. I kept this secret. Instead, he mentioned that his cousin stole something from here once, and the woman went on saying how she got her son a small bible that, when he was visiting her store, was apparently stolen. She deduced that it might have been his cousin who did it.

Austin - who may or may not have actually had a cousin who stole from there, hinted that none of his family had anything to do with it... and then finally all of the dreams ended. This happened to be the moment I just sat up, thinking it was time to get out of bed, but it had been really hard to get out of bed lately. Luckily enough, my little sister came down a few minutes after I just sat there, thinking about my dreams and thinking how much I'd rather just stay in bed, and told me it was time to eat.

Excalibur

May 16, 2015: The dream started when I was trying to take a magical gem encrusted gold sword out of a weird shell-like thing. Once I finally did (it apparently took awhile, as I remember having seen the sword before and having tried to take it out before), I went to my best friend, Logan and, hiding it behind my back the best that i can (it was a very long sword), I asked him what makes me so awesome. When he said what, I pulled the sword out from behind me and said "Because I'm the Chosen One!"

Oddly enough, he didn't look very impressed, but he did point out how an inch of the blade at the end was bent pretty badly. Frowning slightly, I went to my parents and showed them the bent tip, so they took it to the bathroom and pulled out wands, and broke one of them. Upon the breaking of this, a blue-white light shined out of it, clearly being the essence of magic. They put the energy to area it was bent, and imbued the sword further with magic; allowing it to repair itself and not be damaged again... but sacrificing my parents ability to use magic

Before it was complete, an old man came to us, seeking to stop the resurrection of the magical sword. Thought it wasn't done, I grabbed my sword and tried to stop him, but he grabbed the sword, letting his hand bleed as he tried to get past me. I tried to push back, but all it did was make his hand get injured worse as he went past me. I begun chanting, so that when he got the bathroom, I decided to use the ability the sword contained. Pulling the blade away from his hand, and putting it to the back of his neck, I shouted "Poison Blade!"

By this point, I simply wanted him to die, but, even with the poison in his veins and the blood gushing out from his hand, he stood up again, I pushed him out of the bathroom, pressing the tip to his chest until I cried 'Fire! FIre!" This caused fire to shoot out from the tip burning him. He stumbled around a bed and to a wall, where he slumped there. I walked towards him, and he stumbled off the wall, and fell down beside the bed. At this point, I pointed the sword at him and shouted 'Die!", holding back tears. He looked up, a pained look in his eyes, pleading to be given mercy... but I didn't give it to him. Still pointing the sword, I told him to die a few more times, hoping that I'd be able to let him pass on peacefully.

My Powers VII: Fish Person

February 15, 2014: The dream started with my family and I going into an empty restaurant. We sat at a table, and the bartender asked about us. One of my family members explained we had reservations, so he left us alone after that. Not long afterwards, we all stood up, going to the door. As this happened, I heard a voice narrating, saying something around the lines of "This hero has a lonely past."

Next thing I knew, I found myself in an odd place that was likely illuminated by some lights. It was night. In my head, I could hear a voice speaking to me, saying how he had got "their" permission. Before I knew it, I was sitting beneath the water of a rather shallow and small concrete canal.

I jumped out of the water with ease after I had simply floated thinking. The rather mysterious yet friendly friendly voice and I had a conversation, at which point I intentionally walked on a slightly light brown stubs on the ground, quickly finding out that whatever they were, they hurt me.

Shortly afterwards, the voice told me how "they" allowed us something, so I looked in the still water. Finally, I could see my scale covered body, slightly odd shaped head, and horn-like fin on the peak of my forehead.