Spy Games

This is a dream I had last night... It's pretty long but it was kind of one of those dreams where.. part 1 would happen, then i'd wake up to something, then part two would follow on etc. Since I have no idea what the dream is about, i'm going to call it

23rd April 2011, Spy Games

I was standing at my grandfather's house on the balcony. It was dark outside and only a yellow full moon hung in the air, hidden by the trees that grew wild in the old deserted dirt park, a guy came up behind me, he put his arm around my waste and smiled. He asked if I was ready for this, and I looked up at him for a second, sighed and said, "yeah of course, work never sleeps does it?" He looked up at the sky for a second and then said "no it doesn't". I took a final breath of the night air as I walked down the stair case into the dark. He followed me almost silently. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and the sounds of the night, looking for movement on behind the trees. I started to see shadows move between the trees, slightly then faster and faster. I braced myself as more and more of them appeared and moved out of the dark into the light. We were surrounded by men and women dressed in black. Their eyes were red, and they were staring us down. My hand formed a fist, as I stood my ground. He whispered into my ear "ready?", I flashed him a quick smile and said "always" as I grabbed the person closest to me and punched them in the face. The staggered backwards and the rest of the group advanced. I kicked the guy in the knee that was to my right, as I grabbed a hold of the collar of the guy on my left and hit him in the face. I could feel their hands on me, grabbing at my arms, as I kicked out harder and swung my fists, connecting with whoever was closest to me. The fight seemed to go on for a while, a pile of bodies laid at our feet. until there were only a few left. One of them grabbed me around my throat. I kicked them hard in the knee, they stumbled as I positioned my hands around their throat, squeezing harder and harder until the passed out. I dropped them on top of the pile and stood in the darkness. A strange light seemed to come from the bodies. and one by one their eyes opened. I helped them up one by one, and saw the confusion in their eyes. "It’s alright" I said, "It's time for you to go home" As they walked away from the lawn. The one who had their hands around my throat stopped and stared at me. Looked right into me... their eyes a faint colour of red and black mixed together. It smiled and said "til next time then?" And walked off into the night. The guy stood by my side, he looked at me for a second. My body ached and I could feel bruises forming on my arms and legs. He sighed and said "well that was a fun way to spend a night". I smiled as my phone rang. A voice on the other line said "I need you at the place". I sighed, Looked at the guy, who nodded and we got into the car.

We were standing in front of a set of elevators. It had a pad on the front with a hand scanner to let people in. I was trying to decide how best to get in when a girl appeared. She had hair black hair pulled up in a bun and black framed glasses on. She walked over. swiped her card and placed her hand on the scanner. I approached her from behind, silently. When the doors opened I pushed her in and we went in after her. I grabbed the card from her hand, and told her to punch in the code to take us down. She stood there, so I placed a gun behind her back and told her to do it now. She punched in 33 then a # symbol followed by a button with no symbol on it. The elevator creaked as it went down, fast. When we got to the bottom. I used the end of the gun and smacked her on the back of the head, she passed out as I stepped over her body. I grabbed her glasses and straightened my dress. I turned to the guy who gave me a grin and told me to take the right hallway, as he took the left. I walked down the hallway, taking in what I was seeing. A few rooms on either side, with nothing but computers and a few desks. A couple of people walked past me, they didn't seem to notice. To the left of me was a card swipe leading to a door. I took the card I had taken from the girl and swiped it. The door slid open, and inside I saw the girl from the park, her eyes a darker shade of red, but still had bits of black in it. She looked at me, screeched loudly, the sound hurting my ears and making my body shiver as she lunged at me. Quickly, I stepped back and ran for the elevators. An alarm bell rang out through the facility as I ran down the hallway. The guy met me there, waiting at the elevator. I punched I swiped the card, and quickly keyed in the code to the elevator which burst to life going upwards. Upon reaching the ground floor, we decided our best bet was to hide. We ran into a Japanese restaurant and slipped into one of the booths. I sat next to a man who was slightly unshaven and had blue eyes. He handed me a pair of chopsticks with a wink and there was a spare plate of food on the table in front of me. The people around me began to talk, and I pretended to fit in.  The guy next to me slid a sword into my lap, and winked and said "just in case". We talked for a bit when the door swung open. 5 women stood there, clad in black outfits with swords in the arms. They threw the tables up, and people screamed. I grabbed the sword and unsheathed it, and swung up, blocking the first blow. The woman seemed angry, as a few of my friends grabbed swords from a nearby umbrella holder and attacked them. The fight seemed to go on forever, swinging and blocking. The leader swung hard at me, I lost my footing and fell to the floor, knocking down the umbrella stand. Out poured a few dozen swords, which I struggled to grab at. The first sword split in two, as swung at me. She laughed. And swung down again as I rolled out of the way. From the right, another one of them swung hard at me, hitting me in the arm and cutting me. I swore as I noticed that no one was around. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my sword and ran into a room. I threw the door closed behind me and leant up against it to stop them getting in. I kept thinking "please let my team not be dead" when I felt a strange feeling in my arm. The cut had begun to heal itself, and the sword glowed a faint silver in my hand. I heard a humming noise and saw a bright light. Then it was quiet. I opened the door, the women were thrown around on the floor. The guy from the balcony appeared, he looked badly hurt as I ran over to help him. He put his arm around my shoulders and leaned against me as I helped him walked towards the door. He looked at me and said "definitely getting too old for this"

We sat in a small cafe having a coffee. It must have been some time passed because he no longer had cuts and bruises on his face. He looked at me and said "I really think it’s time we give this shit up" and I looked at my coffee and said, "maybe... but you'd miss the fun". He smiled and looked upwards then nodded over to a booth where a guy was placing caps on a table. I stood up and walked over to the older man. He gave me a look as I approached then asked how everything was going. I handed him a report from my handbag, and told him everything he needed to know was in there. He smiled as the lady across from him waved. I asked him when he was going to ask her out, teasing him. He appeared to get mad and told me to get back to work. He handed me a piece of paper with a simple direction on it. He told me someone needed to see me there. I sighed and walked down to the marina.

 I got onto an old ship, where I was met by a general. She told me to head down to a room since there was work to be done immediately. I walked down there, only to see a lot of people running. I walked into a room with a few people sitting on chairs who exclaimed finally loudly as I walked in.

"So what's going on" I asked. Turned out there was a missile heading for the ship, so we had to figure out what to do. I wasn’t sure so I looked up at the white board and we began to brain storm. Some suggested changing our bearing, however we wouldn't have time to do it without any damage happening. I suggested firing a missile back, which would impact and would change our bearing slightly but would take the last amount of damaging. After debating it for a while, the general walked in and asked for our solution. I told her to fire a missile at it, and moved up to the deck. The captain said it was too late. As I watched the missile run and hit into the boat. I felt the missile hit the boat, and grabbed onto the railing. The boat began to sink in some places and people scrambled to get up. I ran towards the high edge and saw the split in the boat. I watched people fall off the boat, into the water, and they were drowning. I wasn't sure what to do, except try to get the people who were clambering over the top of me off me. One of them rammed into my side and I toppled over the edge. I held onto the railing but I could feel my arms tiring. Someone smacked into my hand and I let go of the railing and fell down for what felt like forever before I hit the water. I felt myself being pulled under water, and I couldn't reach the surface. I drifted along with the pull of the water and finally surfaced inside the crack in the boat which was filling up with water. I noticed an underwater blow torch and I grabbed it. I pushed myself down and began to heat the metal up, hoping to seal it. I could feel myself struggling to breathe as I closed up the crack... which for some reason was a straight line up along the bottom of the boat. I pushed upwards to get a breath of air and went back down.  I continued to seal the boat until there was no holes left all along the bottom. I finally reached the surface and took in a large gasp of air when it was done. The boat seemed to be sitting straight now. I yelled out for someone to throw me a rope or something. The general appeared and tossed me a rope. She pulled me up and I fell onto the floor of the boat exhausted. I took a minute to get up, she leaned in and said "why don’t' you take your time?" I looked up, only to see the girl with the red and black eyes standing there. A large number of her allies surrounding her, and there was me, dripping wet with a blow torch in my hand. I swore as they charged at me... Then I woke up

The Villian

Since my dreams have been sketchy at best lately, and some just aren't something that I ever want publicised, I've decided to dig back into my trove and pull out something. From now on most of these will be from 2010, where I got lazy and stopped cataloging them. Hopefully this journal will keep a better record of the crazies in my head.

22nd July 2010 The Villian


This dream, takes place in my cousin Ben's house. The house is a two story house, with the top floor being carpeted.

The house was dark, almost completely black except for the last few rays of the sun lighting up small parts of each of the rooms. I was sitting in the dining room, facing the double glass sliding doors, staring out into the garden. There were a group of people sitting around the table talking, we were having something to eat, i'm not entirely sure what but there was food on the table. There was a noise upstairs, like a creak followed by a thump and being a dream, I had to go upstairs and investigate. I walked up the staircase, holding onto the railing, and watching the shadows on the carpet above. When I reached the top of the stair case i turned left and went into the master bedroom.There was a guy (who looked a little like sawyer from lost only better looking haha) standing in the room. He was holding a girl down and inserting a tube into her stomache.He was using the tubes to suck the life into a weird box thing. When I entered he looked at me, straight into the eyes, and I should have been scared but I wasn't. For some reason, I felt sorry for the guy and I told him that people were coming and that he should be careful.I walked back down the stairs as some people were coming up, and I followed the tube, which was placed along the staircase so it couldn't be seen until it reached a bigger box. The box in the lounge room was glowing. It seemed to have greens and purples. People seemed to freak out so I slowly made my way back upstairs, and I could see the others coming up behind me, Quickly i raced to the other room where the "bad" guy was and told him people were coming for him. As I helped him sneak out of the room, one of the people coming up the stairs grabbed my hand and asked me why I identified with the bad guy. I didn't know how to answer, and I pulled my hand away and walked slowly towards the room down the hall that I knew the guy had gone into. As I walk through the door I feel him pull me into the shadows. We are standing in the corner of the room and he pulls me to the floor. We're hiding in the shadows as the people come through the door, scanning the empty room. He whispered in my ear asking me why I was helping him. I couldn't answer him. When the people left the room we went over to the window and opened it. He climbed out onto the roof top and then held his hand out. I hesitated for a second, why was I helping him? I reach for his hand, and then swung a leg out onto the ledge. As I leaned out the window I heard a noise behind me and there were the others behind me. They grabbed my other leg as I tried to get out the window. They're both pulling and I can't figure out what to do next. I feel like i'm being split into two. I'm kicking my legs to free myself, and I can feel the grip on my hand slowly losing, then I feel my hand slip from his, and i kick my leg but there is no ledge. I'm falling and then I see the girl lean out the window and say "Why are you identifying with the villian". I see him watching me fall then I wake up.

Zombies!!

This is the dream I had early this morning. I love when my dreams are random... not so much when they repeat themselves and slightly changes... it always throws me off guard!! Anyways, here we go, my brain's version of a Zombie Apocalypse, or as I've now dubbed it Zompocalypse!

The Zompocalypse


I was sitting on the desk, my legs swinging underneath as I spoke to the old cop. He was wearing a faded blue uniform, and cleaning a shot gun. He smiled at me and said, things were slow , especially out where we were, as he motioned to the window. I looked outside and saw a field and a tiny place in the distance. He looked at me and said, "they're leaving, so you should leave now if you hope to catch up". I looked outside and my parents were walking in the distance, so I smiled, hopped off the desk and walked for the door. "thanks" I said as I went through the door. I walked briskly to catch up, but it seemed I was always so far behind. Before i knew it, I was in a suburb, walking on a path up the hill. My parents were still in the distance, as I rushed to catch up. People attempted to stop me, asking me questions. I pushed them out of the way and continued upwards, feeling tired as I got closer and closer. I walked past a large tree and tripped over. A guy appeared and smiled, and said, look up. I looked upwards towards the sky and there were millions of crows, they were holding something that looked like a giant wooden cross which they dropped. It landed on my ankle as I rolled out of the way. I got up, as another one fell down and stumbled towards the road. My parents were on the other side, just standing there, but there were more and more cars. I yelled across at them, and after a while of attempting to cross the road, they understood and some how crossed the road. We walked down the road and ended up stopping for ice cream and hotdogs... For some reason, we had to walk back to the police station, which was just across the field. We walked, quickly into  the police station, as the old cop closed the door behind us, barricading it with a log. The door shook as someone smacked against it on the other side. Again and again it smacked it, as I creeped closer to look through the peep hole. Through the hole I saw a woman, her hair a complete mess. She kept slamming her arm against the door. I went to open the latch when a younger policeman appeared and yelled No. He slammed his body against the door to stop it from opening. The old man brought out a sickle and through the gap in the door swung downwards. He cut off the woman's arm and slammed the door shut. He looked at me acusingly as another person burst through the window.  More and more people piled into the room, biting and ripping into people, as I ran for the small room. The younger policeman and I hid in the small room. It had metal walls, and was dark. He squeezed my hands as the sound of the door got louder and louder before it burst open. I was thrown against the wall.

When I woke up, I was sitting back on the policeman's desk. He was telling me about zombies. He told me we had to get out before they came and not to get bitten, otherwise there would be no point. Grabbing some weapons, he threw me a long piece of wood to "beat them off" We walked through the front door, he had a shot gun in hand and was shooting people as they came past. It seemed like the more we shot, the more that appeared. More and more of them  streamed through the doors, some of them family, some of them friends, and some unrecogniseable. I smacked them with the stick, again and again, hitting them in the head, hoping to get them away from me long enough to reach the car. Unfortuantely, in the midst of this, my stick broke, and I was left defenseless. I saw the policeman run for the car, as more and more of them closed around me. He looked back.. mouthed sorry as he got into the car and began to drive off. I could feel my arms being bitten and I could see the blood coming down. Things started to get darker until I couldn't see anything.

When my vision became clear, I was sitting back on the desk at the police station. The old man looked at me and smiled. He said "feeling any deja vu yet?" And I looked at him, sighed and said. "Give me the damn guns this time." He stuffed a duffel bag full of shot guns, handed it too me and showed me how to load one. I'd just loaded my first gun when the door burst open and a man with half a face appeared. I sighed and said, here we go again. I was about to shoot him when I heard a phone ring. I turned to it, Picked it up.. and woke up to my house phone ringing.

Killer

This dream was from last night.. or early this morning.. Probably early this morning since we all know I don't end up in bed til after midnight... I've got no words for it really it just is...

12th April, 2011 : Killer
I was walking along the beach, just enjoying the night air when I got to this small village. The people in there seemed friendly enough. They were growing their own food and making their own things, they had little huts made of wood, which should have seemed strange, but it wasn't. I started talking to one of the ladies who was telling me they were waiting for the god to possess one of their own to tell them what to do next. She said the candidates were sitting up on the hill waiting. I was curious so I wandered up there, through the trees that had somehow appeared. It was dark out, and I could barely see more than a little in front of me as I followed the old dust path up to the top. Three men were lying on stone benches. The stared lifelessly at the moon rising. I watched them closely, they didn't move. It was almost like they were dead. There was a strange feeling in the air, and the wind seemed to just breeze past teasingly, like something moving slightly behind me, then in front as I turned to view it. I could feel hands through my hair, but there was nothing. Just me standing on top surrounded by stone benches. One of the men jerked suddenly, he grabbed my arm, his eyes lifeless as he screamed "run" at me. I took off, heading back down the path, I could see the men rising behind me, and I decided to weave my way through the trees, hoping to lose them. I could hear people behind me, getting closer and closer. I weaved in and out of trees, hearing the sounds of foodsteps behind me. A voice drifted through the air "this way" it whispered. I turned and looked into the tunnel. "this way" it whispered again... I took one look behind me, ran into the darkness and nothing.

I opened my eyes slowly, they hurt. The sun beamed down, i struggled to see as I rolled over. I was lying in a clearing. I looked down at my clothes, the jeans were dirty and places had rips on them. I slowly got up, my body acheing. I stumbled my way back to the path and headed down to the village. When I got there, everything was quiet. The wooden huts appeared to be fallen over. I walked up to a girl and asked what happened, she looked up at me through tears and walked away. I headed towards the middle of town, only to see a large amount of people gathered, whispering to each other. I made my way through the crowd to see the man who told me to run, butchered on the floor. He's eyes looked through me. Someone grabbed me and threw me to the ground, screaming it was my fault. I kicked them, hard, and got up, It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything I screamed.

Night began to fall and I noticed people were "investigating" the death. I followed the investigators down through the beach and into a cemetery. In the cemetery I found the other two men, lying on the floor, their hearts ripped out.  I wandered through the cemetery, wondering why this was a good idea at night, only to be stopped by a little boy. He looked me in the eye, his eyes dark with no whites and asked if I knew yet. I didn't know what he was talking about. I followed the child through the graveyard, until I came back to the top of the hill. The benches were bare this time.. I felt the wind pick up again. I looked down at the water wondering what was going on. I could feel something wrapping around me. I felt a cold hand throw me down onto the bench. I could see something misty above me just hovering. Then I felt something rip through me. Tears welled in my eyes as the pain coursed through my body. Above me, a ghostly impression of myself appeared in the mist. It smiled at me, then disappeared into the night sky. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was lying on a beach. A man sat next to me, asking if I was ready for the next target. I smiled, dropping a photo on the ground. "Of course darling" I said, as I walked away. I turned to see the photo of the three men on the bench float out to sea. I closed my eyes, felt the sun on my skin. I felt the man's hand close around mine as he gave me another photo. This time of three girls, all smiling, their faces marked with an X.

Murderer

Since I have had soo much stuff going on... it's time for another old dream.... As you can tell there was a long period where I just didn't have the time... or maybe the want to record my dreams.... I've had a couple lately, nothing that I can really write down in words since its all feelings so far... lets hope we have something new soon huh?

This is from last year, on the 7th of October, 2010


I was sitting in my room talking to someone who looked like HT. We were just talking when there was a loud thump on my door. For some reason, I knew I shouldn't open the door. Something was off about it. I could see a man through my window and he kept knocking on the door, then the windows, loudly. It felt like he was trying to break in or he was angry about something. He kept hitting the door again and again and again. He was started to scare me so I handed HT one of the swords in my room, unsheathing it and showing him it. I picked up my bayonette and watched the door. I could feel the wood wanting to give way as the man hit the door again and again, louder and louder until the door swung open and I swung my sword. I cut the man's hand, I could hear him swear under his breath as the door came to a stop, wide open. He was holding a gun and pointing it at me. HT lunged at the guy and tackled him onto the front porch, the gun dropping form his hand. I walked over and picked up the gun and I shot the guy in the head. I shot him again and again and again and I couldn't stop, I wasn't sure why. Ht came over and took the gun away from me, telling me it was okay. There was blood everywhere, I could hear the man groaning and I wanted to shoot him again to put him out of his misery. I could see bits of his brain where the bullet had gone through his skull. I suddenly had this strange sinking feeling. I watched him and noticed  he was looking up above me, he looked scared. I turned and above the house, hanging in a tree was a woman in a white wedding dress. She was hanging there, her skin pale and dead. The wedding dress flapped in the wind then flew off and landed on top of me. I struggled to get out of it, wanting to rip it off me.

When it finally came off I found myself sitting on a train. My friend is next to me talking to me, and then talking to the spot opposite me where a person was suppose to be, but there was nothign there. She told me it was rude not to talk to our friend sitting there, even though I couldn't see anyone. She kept saying you see her right? So I started talking to the spot too and slowly a girl faded into the scene. She was wearing a pink shirt and white shorts, thats all I could remember of her. SHe was talking to both of us for a bit, and the she looked at me.. or right through me and said "we have to trade now". I didn't understand what she meant, but I looked around the train and I noticed.. people seeemd to be swapping bodies. I could see it in their eyes. Then I looked and realised I was looking at myself. I looked down and I was wearing a pink shirt and a white shorts. I didn't understand how it had happened. The other me.. or my body started to say something when HT came up... only he was in a different body. He sat down next to me, putting his arm across my shoulder and said "it's just starting". then I woke up to my alarm

Red Ants

Since my dreams haven't been as.... yeah... as they usually are, I've decided every so often I'll post something from my dream log.. Then I had the issue of deciding exactly what to post... so I decided I'll start at the most recent proper log (which isn't just bullet points) and go backwards.. so here we go.

From the 20th of March, 2011


I was sitting on the train heading into uni. However as most dreams occur, the place you think you're destined to go to, you never quite end up at. I was playing with my phone, probably texting someone about trivial matters of life when the train stopped. I got off the train onto the station, and looked around. It was relatively empty on the platform. A few people had gotten off and started walking up the station stairs. I noticed the service information screen had no relevant information on there, just a jumble of letters that appeared to make not sense. I walked slowly up the stairs, dreading the walk to school. I walked up past the shops and down passed the other school and then into my own. Somehow instead of making it to university I had ended up at my old high school and I was heading to a class. I walked into the class room and all the seats were taken but one. I sat next to the asian girl with the short hair who paid no attention as I dropped my bag on the floor. The tutor gave me a hard look for disrupting her class and then went on to talk about something. The class had finished, I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed to the quad where my friends were. They started talking about two people we knew who were being complete bitches to everyone. We sat for a while discussing new events that were happening when I noticed more and more people running towards the front gate. Standing up I looked towards the class rooms and a sea of red were rushing towards us. People fell into the sea and disappeared their screams cut short by a sea of red drowning them. I started walking faster and faster back towards the station. More and more people seemed to fall down, scrambling past one another to get ahead. I watched as the girl in front turned to me, she grabbed my arm and said help me. I watched as blood appeared on her shirt, spreading outwards and then ants flowed out of her mouth as she hit the floor. Afraid I began to run, throwing my bag to the side. I ran through a field, which had somehow appeared. I looked behind me and I was alone. I slowed my pace, walking past the large rocks that were on the ground, placed randomly across the grass. I could see trees in the distance and feel the faint breeze dancing across the grass. In the distance i could see a house and I walked towards it slowly. From behind me I heard a rumbling sound of feet marching on the ground. Turning around a sea of red changed direction and turned towards me, I ran for the house, banging my hands on the door until they bled. The door opened a crack and i scrambled inside. The guy in the room grabbed cement blocks and placed them along the door. It was only then i noticed the entire room was made of cement except the windows. I could see the ants crawling over the window, the guy looked at me and gave me a reassuring look. He told me they couldn't get through the cement, so for now we were safe. The room got darker and darker as the ants crawled over the window until I couldn't see anything. I began to feel light headed, like we weren't on the floor. The ants were slowly peeling away from the glass, I looked up and only saw clouds everywhere. My head began to feel dizzy as i watched the red flecks melt into the sky and then there was nothing.

I awoke on the ground, bits of rubble floated around me. I groaned as I stood up, every part of my body ached. The guy was lying face down on the ground. Wearily I approached him and turned him over. He was breathing and his eyes slowly opened. I looked up at the sound of humming in the distance.He got up and began to run, I followed behind him. We ended up in an old town with log cabins as buildings. For some reason the creatures hadn't ventured this far, and the guy began to build the cement house again. While he was doing that, I continued to gather food and supplies that I knew we would need.It seemed to last no more than second when he came in to announce he was done. Picking up the baskets, me and the few people left in the town headed into the cement house. To my horror the house had been constructed completely of glass. I placed the food and supplies on the table and asked turned to the boy. He looked at me.. or rather through me as his eyes opened wide. I turned to see the ants coming towards us and then one by one turned to watch the people around me, scream in horror. I watched as the white blouses got red stains that seemed to spread and as everyone began to fall down around me. I stood there, watching them, unsure of what to do next. I waited for the ants to get me, I looked down at the ground into the lifeless eyes of the boy and waited. Nothing happened. I could see the ants getting closer and closer to me. Finally they reached my feet. I could feel them crawl up my legs but I knew there was no point trying to stop it. I closed my eyes, feeling them climb higher and higher.. opening my eyes I saw a flash of red.. then I woke up.

The Game and Bugs

Here's two dreams for you!! Apparently my brain decided since I was restarting a dream journal you guys deserved two for one. I did have another dream last night.. but I seem to be forgetting bits and pieces of it so in short it was me at work, looking after the shop while half the merchandise was stolen. I was trying to teach someone to do something but they were more interested in playing cards.

The other two I've named "The Game" and "Bugs" to deal with the content... I think the first one is a lot more.. nightmarish than the second one.. but here we go...

"The Game"
I was with a boy and we seemed to be in a game. We were wandering around this old suburb that seemed to be deserted. We walked into a house, which had been badly boarded up. The air felt damp and my skin was crawling in the darkness. I felt on edge the entire time in the house while we went room to room looking for some kind of weapon. There wasn't much to the house at all, some old furniture that had been turned over, empty photo frames and the smell of dust. We went up the old stair case and into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was what was once a woman. Her skin was decaying and she had a strange yellow goo coming from her wounds, feeling sick I stumbled out the door and back down the stairs into the "fresh air" only it didn't seem so fresh. The sky was getting darker and a strange fog was drifting in the air. The boy came down the stairs and to me with a machete in his hand. He handed something to me and said it was something I needed to have. Unsure of what it was, I stuffed it in my pocket as he continued down the road, I hurried to follow, not wanting to be left alone. He came to a door way and stopped for a second. He looked at me and asked me what I saw. I didn't understand, my pocket felt hot so I reached in and pulled out an old necklace. It was an old locket, simple and round. I was trying to open it but it wouldn't and then I looked at the door and it was as if I could see through it. There were a lot of creatures inside there. Almost like zombies but lean and tall. They had a strange grey colour to them and their eyes were completely black, from their mouths were bits of yellow goo. I told him he had to go in there because there was something there that would answer his question, but he had to save his strength, because they would all come for him at once. He handed me a small knife and took a  deep breath. He opened the door and peered into darkness. He walked through the door and I followed. It was quiet in the house... too quiet. He turned a corridor and things came at him, only a few this time. He hit at them with his machete and they fell to the ground. He turned and continued, Wait I said, but he didn't listen, he walked through the door, and he was surrounded by the things. I hurried to the door, but for some reason, something wouldn't let me in. I banged at the invisible door that had somehow appeared there, and he turned to look at me as the creatures scrambled up behind him. He's eyes filled with panic for a second as they grabbed at him. He looked at me, or through me and then pointed behind me. I turned to look, but there was nothing there. I turned back, only to see him disappear into a see of grey. I turned to avoid the sight, only to see nothing. It was black. I turned around, nothing but black... I spun around and around, reaching out for something, but there was nothing... nothing but black. Then I woke up.

"Bugs"
I was lying in my bed, staring up at the roof debating actually getting out of bed considering the long list of things I had to get done. I was just thinking about the remnants of the dream I had just had when a bug fell from the ceiling onto my bed. I startled and flicked it off my bed, only to find two more had fallen onto my bed. Looking up my ceiling light was dark instead of it's usual white. More and more bugs began to fall from the ceiling onto my bed. I jumped up and grabbed the near can of bug spray, only to find it didn't work. A friend of mine appeared in the room with a can of deodorant and began spraying them. "what exactly is that going to do? I asked her, She grinned and said.. "we're going to set them on fire." I looked at her for a second, but it's my bed?? she didn't seem to care as I grabbed another can of bug spray. More and more bugs began to crawl across the ceiling and down the walls, Freaked out I grabbed her and turned for the door. Opening the door we quickly stumbled into the hall way only to hear screaming coming from my sister's room. Walking in there her room was also covered in bugs. She came screaming out and bumped into my dad, who's room was also filling up with bugs. My friend kept spraying the deodorant everywhere,while my dad picked up a container and started scooping bugs up and throwing them out the window, with little hope we stumbled out the front door. Behind our fence, two men were digging a huge square pit and were placing metal tubes inside. They were pumping something, and the more they pumped the more bugs that entered the house. The looked up, their faces blurry, their eyes dark as my friend lit a lighter and threw it into the house. The house burst into flames, the smell of dead bugs lingering in the air. Smoke poured out of my bedroom window, and then just like that it was gone. The house wasn't on fire, we walked inside, and all that remained were a few dead bugs. My friend looked at me and said "I told you it would work" and then I woke up.

Intro

As a girl who dreams... a lot, it seems kinda stupid to not write down and keep a record of what is going on in my mind especially since all that creativity will be wasted. Now this first entry is kind of a warning. I don't have fluffy dreams. I don't have dreams where this person and this person meet and they fall in love. I don't have dreams where its just random things (although sometimes, on the rare occasion, it is). I don't have dreams that you just get up and go.. that made no sense really???

My dreams are pretty dark... in fact they aren't really called dreams at all, I think they classify more as nightmares. So be warned, there are dark dreams, often with monsters, stabbing and almost dying. They are long... They are descriptive, but I think thats because my brain pays more attention to those things than reality. That said, they are a part of my mind, even though i'm totally bubbly :P (You may laugh at that), and they might freak you out. Just don't give me that look the next time you see me.

Anyways, you've been warned. I'm going to start tomorrow with either the dream from tonight.. or possibly and older one if I don't find this one worth posting.. or worst yet I don't dream!!!

Sweet Nightmares all xx