Date of dream: Thursday, September 27, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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This is one of an assortment of dreams I've had over the past couple of weeks or so, and thus is rather summarized.
Even not long after I had this dream, I remembered only the smallest fragments, which is unfortunate as it's a Mackinac Island dream. That's the main reason why I take note of it at all.
I just know that it involved the island, and maybe also my fictional counterpart Manitou Island...it was like being in a movie. I was there, but I might have been somebody else; there were others there too. I think it was Ma and Dad and we were a family (obviously), and maybe we now had a house on the island, to my surprise. Strangely though this also seemed to correspond to the area of the Glen's supermarket over near where the magazines and liquor used to be, because I seem to recall looking at books/magazines in this area for some reason, and they had something to do with this. Sorry it's so vague. Ah--there was also something about water or flooding. And caves or rock formations. And the Haunted Theater and/or Ocryx, a demon who has a sculpture there. I believe I was afraid of water damage or flooding to part of our house, the basement or the furniture, and maybe I/we went into the basement at one point. Then we were climbing caves/rock formations, again in this same area of the "store." I think they were wet. There were other things going on too, related to the various creatures/monsters on the island, but I can't recall it by now. I just have a strong cave/rock formation/water/basement connection here.
The clearest part I recall is of hiding in some trees up along the western shore and seeing some large creatures come racing our way from the direction of British Landing (north). From a distance, I thought they were horses. I knew they were some sort of monster/demon/creature that probably worked for Ocryx (who has a wolf's head). But as soon as they drew close and turned and started clambering rapidly up the limestone bluff to our right (they didn't notice us), I saw that they were in fact wolves of a sort, albeit very big and long-legged wolves. I puzzled over this, then reasoned that perhaps they were part of both. I caught sight of their "hooves," and noticed that they were paws, the claws grasping onto small hunks of rock which were wide at the top and narrower at the bottom, like pegs; they ran on these just like they were horse hooves. They didn't seem very conducive to climbing, but I realized that the creatures slammed these stones with such force into the rocky bluff that the "hooves" broke into the stone like claws sinking into wood and allowed them to ascend. It was kind of like climbing spikes for rock climbers. I guess the rock used for the "hooves" was harder than limestone.
I in fact might have at first thought the creatures were wolves, then saw that they were horses, but this way makes more sense since they didn't seem to have actual hooves when they came close to us.
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Date of dream: Thursday, September 27, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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This is one of an assortment of dreams I've had over the past couple of weeks or so, and thus is rather summarized.
I can give only general ideas by now. It was quite a dramatic and emotional dream while I was having it though. The basic plot seemed to be a group of humans battling some other sort of beings; it was a feeling of saving humanity in whole, though the dream seemed to focus on one suburban neighborhood. It looked a lot like the housing division further south of where I live--nice houses, nice lawns, mostly flat and open, people who know each other. The main characters doing the fighting were a group of teenage students, mixed gender. I was one of them, but it's rather like I was watching the action instead of participating; maybe my role fluctuated.
The creatures being fought were demons, I believe, and they had something to do with a popular game like World Of Warcraft or something because I think I saw that title in part. (I know nothing about this game, but in the dream, the characters from it were various types of monsters and mythical beings which needed to be fought.) When I saw that title it was on a DVD or something in a store and there was a series of them; I guess they were movies of the battles and how they'd turned out. But back to the main part of the dream.
These teenagers were fighting desperately over a long period of time but it was a losing battle. I believe that, instead of being killed outright, anyone who was overpowered was possessed by the demons and then perhaps died. There wasn't the relief of dying immediately; rather there was a horror of being possessed first. So even death wasn't a peaceful ending to suffering. I think it was almost like the loss of one's soul--something worse than death.
At some point it became known that even if we were all killed, we would be reborn in the future--we wouldn't remember our previous lives, and we might not all even be reborn at the same time, but we WOULD return, back into a peaceful world. And while this didn't help the current world much, it was something to hope for, one little ray of hope in the midst of all our losses.
Our numbers dwindled and dwindled until the last ones fighting were defeated...then the dream "restarted" in the suburban neighborhood, and there were teenagers there again, but they had no memory of their previous lives. I think they might have had a feeling that "something" had happened, but here it was, the chance to simply start over again. Even though the demons had defeated us the first time around, they hadn't won the war, because, even though our bodies had changed, we still survived. It was a completely new life.
I recall one semi-vivid image of a teenage boy with a crewcut or closely cropped hair standing in the suburban neighborhood with its nice lawns and ranch-style houses; the sky was dreadfully gloomy and dark and full of clouds. I can't recall if this was before or after the start of the new life.
I felt great emotion during the dream--despair that we were all likely to be possessed and killed, fear of this happening to me (I seem to recall that it was a fear almost akin to being raped), and resignation and then a twinge of hope that at least we could all start over no matter how bad the outcome.
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Date of dream: Thursday, September 27, 2007
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This is one of an assortment of dreams I've had over the past couple of weeks or so, and thus is rather summarized.
Much is left out of this dream as there was a sort of unrelated side plot which made little sense. I went outside and was behind the garage, close to the neighbor's woods to the south. I would be standing not far from where our old dog Smokey was buried. It was daytime and the woods seemed more lush and green than they are in real life, yet also more accessible (not as many saplings for undergrowth). There was a sort of rise in the ground which might have been part of a half-submerged root system, or log, or just a hummock of earth and grass, but I knew that a chipmunk mother lived here with her babies, because as I watched I spotted her scurrying in this direction with a nearly fullgrown baby chipmunk clasped in her jaws. It was curled in a fetal position but was quite big, yet she had no trouble carrying it. I think I was close to her home because I know my presence gave her some difficulty in safely reaching her destination in or near the rise, which now seemed to include a hollow log or stump which I think she hurried into. I meant her no harm and was just curious, but I realized that I'd caused her trouble by being too close, so I backed off.
However, my ignorance of her plight seemed to have greatly upset her, and as soon as she tucked away her baby she reappeared and started chasing me. I wasn't running around like crazy--I think I was just trying to avoid her, but she kept coming after me, trying to attack. This finally began to rattle me, and despite my numerous protests that I hadn't meant any harm, she wouldn't listen. (I somehow felt she would understand if she only listened.) I eventually had to resort to running into the house for cover, shutting the door behind me. Any time I tried setting foot outside, the mother chipmunk was there, ready for me.
Somehow--I don't recall how--the chipmunk's plight came to the attention of neighborhood cats, and they took her side. Soon the house was surrounded by cats who hissed and snarled at the windows whenever I came within sight. They joined the company of other wild rodents who had already sided with the original chipmunk. And then, the neighborhood dogs heard the news as well, and also set up siege outside the house; I remember a German shepherd-type dog in particular, barking harshly and jumping up at a window. There were some other people in the house with me but they didn't seem to share my distress at being held prisoner in my own home. The dream was here reminiscent of my "Watcher" dreams, where people--usually children--stand outside and look in the windows--and in reflection of this I went around the house, shutting all the blinds so the animals couldn't see me. As I passed the windows in the living room, heading from the north ones to the west one, the various cats, dogs, and rodents gathered around the house hissed and snarled and leapt up, and I was very upset.
I almost approached lucidity at one point when I went into the bathroom and stood staring at the corner where it sticks out by the closet, thinking, "This is so awful. I can't do anything. What if this isn't real? What if it's a dream?" I thought, "If it's a dream all I'd have to do is walk through that wall and prove it." But I didn't want to run into the wall if I were wrong, and I guess the dream seemed real enough to me, so I didn't bother trying.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "That chipmunk won't accept my apologies," I told myself. "I'll just have to let actions speak louder than words." I somehow got outside without being attacked by the other animals, and reached the mother chipmunk. "I didn't mean to threaten you or your family," I said, "and to prove it, you can bite my hand." I held out my right hand. "You can bite it as hard as you want--if that'll prove to you that I never meant any harm."
The chipmunk didn't need any further prompting. She leapt forward and latched onto my hand with her teeth. I felt a very sharp pinch...but it wasn't anywhere near as painful as I'd expected, plus, it didn't even draw blood. Perhaps she hadn't taken my offer seriously? "You can bite me again," I said, feeling as if I deserved it. "As hard as you want. Whatever will prove to you that I mean what I said."
The chipmunk bit me again, but this time it hurt even less. I was perplexed. Surely she could do more damage than that. I think she bit me at least three times, but I believe she was becoming convinced, through my actions, that I hadn't meant to threaten her or her family.
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