Date of dream: Wednesday, November 27, 1996
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was some kind of bizarre sewer rat human creature. I can't even describe how I
walked around, it was really unnatural in any case. My hands were very long, and my skin very
waxy looking. I remember that most people were quite repulsed by me, but there were some
people who knew me, and either didn't mind my peculiar appearance, or they were familiar with
me, or maybe both. I recall at one time in the dream some people had began chasing me, and I was
afraid of them. I escaped them by hiding. I slipped into a drain at the edge of a street.
Apparently I could sort of collapse myself to fit in such a small space. I waited until they were
past before I came out.
I also remember wrapping myself in a black tarp, mostly to hide myself rather than
for modesty. I eventually meet up with a group of people in a nice looking place. I can't
remember what the place was like, but I want to say it was like a library. It was nicely lit, and
there were places to sit.
I understand that there were these different groups of people. I belong to one of
them, but I am not sure what my "clan" was called anymore. I may have been with the horse clan.
We were secret clans, we had some type of exclusive knowledge, and there were variations of
how it was used or practiced, I can't remember anymore, but it seemed to be related to something
magical, maybe a kind of samurai thing.
One of the leaders, and it seemed only the leaders had these things, had this wooden
box; it was circular, and on its lid was carved a horse. Each leader had their own box with the
clan's symbol upon it. I can't recall how others of the clan were identified, but there was some
way of knowing it. Maybe we wore pins on our clothes or something like that.
Whatever was happening, my clan and another were fighting. For a while my other
clan members had left me sitting at one of the tables while they went to do something. It was a
meeting we were preparing for. While I waited for them to return one of the people of the
enemy clan approached me. He had long brown hair, and was wearing dark clothes. I knew him,
and he knew me. He knew that I couldn't speak either. He knew I could understand him, but that I
would not be able to respond. He was picking on me. He was speaking angrily to me, crashing his
fists down on the table, and demanding of me that I give him permission to allow one of his clan to
have a seat at this meeting. I was worried over this confrontation. I was afraid to displease my
superiors, for though I was part of their clan, I knew that they only tolerated me. I tried to speak
anyway. I tried to say that I could not give him permission, but it all came out like "fffshgh, phhst
hhhhraaaa, m." I knew that if I tried hard enough I could pronounce some words.
The brown-haired man knew that I was squirming, and he kept demanding an answer
he knew I couldn't give. I was wishing the others would return. I figured that they would be angry
with me just for my being too inadequate to deal with the enemy. There was nothing I could do.
Fighting him was not an option, not that I could not have matched him, but he was not posing a
physical threat.
Eventually the others of my clan returned. As I had suspected my leader was
annoyed with me, but at the same time he knew there was little I could do. He was a large man with
a dark beard and long thick hair. He was also dressed in black, as were most of the others as well.
He had a sword across his back too.
Then the leader of the second clan came around, and the two leaders exchanged
words. I couldn't tell what was going on, but I want to say there was a challenge. The two leaders
took out their wooden boxes, and they crashed them together. There was a spark of light then, and
a very loud BANG sound. I was disoriented and confused. I can't remember if they started
fighting, but I was no longer interested in them, and I wanted to get away.
I went away and looked for someplace to hide until the danger was over.
I remember walking around outdoors with my black tarp draped over me, and
dreaming about this canyon that was ahead of me. It was huge, and it was so beautiful, and I
wondered if I could fly over it. I imagined what it would be like. I spread out my hands and
looked over the canyon, and I imagined flying, though I felt like I was, I probably wasn't. I doubt
that I could fly since I could barely walk normally, my feet and legs were all wrong for walking, I
moved around more with a bounce, like a kangaroo. The adventure in my head made me dizzy, and
I came back around. I don't remember anything else of the dream.
Date of dream: Monday, November 18, 1996
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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It was pretty dark, and I was a German soldier, maybe it was World War II. In any
case I was sliding across a plain of mud with other soldiers, they were near, but not too near. The
enemy was everywhere, and crawling as close as we could through the mud on out bellies, was our
only hope that we might elude them. The enemy, I don't know who they were, they spoke English,
so they could have been Australian, American, or British. They walked around, and most of them
were pretty far off, so they would be unlikely to see us in the dark, but we all had to keep low. But
then two men suddenly change direction, and they are walking straight at me. I tried to crawl out
of the way before they were upon me, but it was too late. They practically fell on me, and they
summoned some other man, probably a senior officer. The three decided not to take me prisoner,
instead they were just going to torture me instead. The senior had a rifle, and he was telling me to
pick some place on myself that he would shoot me, or he would pick that place himself, and it
might be my head, if he felt like it. I couldn't speak any English, but I understood him. I feel very
frightened, but I would not answer. They decided to let me go, or at least I can't remember
anything happening after that.
"That Weird Thing Out There"
There was this bizarre creature living on my porch outside, and it was supposed to be
my father. This creature will be difficult to describe. Its head was at the end of a very thick
malformed body. The head had a wide shaft, and was very bulbous, and the face was set into it,
like a little face in a light bulb, and the underside of it was black and scaly, the scaly part
beginning right at the top of the bottom lip of the face. Even the lower teeth were the same color
black. The teeth of the thing were all incisors, and all the same size, no canines or molars.
It was huge, and had a big flap of skin that served God only knows what function, but
the skin was pulled up over it, and then flipped over a bar up in the air, so it would not be all
wrinkly. One side of the skin was also covered with the diamond blackened scales. There was no
distinguishable arms or legs that I can remember. Anyway, the thing was just monstrously hideous.
Some woman came out onto the porch with a bucket and a scrub brush on the end of a
stick, and wanted me to help wash it. I didn't want to. But I felt like I didn't have a choice, so I
took the scrubber and began scrubbing the big flap of skin hanging on the bar. I was shivering
with disgust over the filth that came off the beast. The black stuff was not its natural color, it
was just a lot of filth. The skin was actually white and yellow. I was also told to brush its teeth,
and I went to the thing's face, and I looked at its lipless mouth and with a tooth brush ran across
those weird little black teeth with it. I couldn't stand it any longer, though, this was just too much.
I didn't care who the creature was, I was not going to groom it, not for a million dollars.
Date of dream: Saturday, November 16, 1996
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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A little back ground information: the dog Polly, when I had this dream, had died previously. I
didn't know how much I missed her until she was gone.
I was in the garage room with my mom, I think she was doing laundry when a black
man came right up to the window there. At first we were both scared, my mom went into the
kitchen, and I threatened the man with a big plate that I acted like I was going to hit him with it,
though the window was closed. The man made a sign that he meant no harm, and so I slid open the
window to find out what he wanted. I forget what he said, but he was asking for help. His mother
was someplace in the yard too, and he needed some money. I told him that I couldn't help him. I
explained we were also hurting for money right now, but that I might be able, still, to give him just
a little, and maybe other people in the neighborhood may also pitch in too.
In this dream my dog Polly was still alive. She jumped through the window and
grabbed my right arm in her jaws. I couldn't make her let go. I pulled her into the room, and then
dragged her out the garage door that led to the backyard. Here I tried to shake her off, but
finally I had to smash her head again and again into the fence post, and finally she let go. My
mom comes out now, and the man is still there. While Polly is looking mighty dizzy, she's still
growling. The man saw that she (the dog) has rabies. At first I didn't see the foam he said was
coming out of her mouth, but then I did.
My own arm was covered with blood, and it hurt to move it even just a little. It was
decided then that I need to go to the doctor's at once, though that didn't happen as planned.
My mother said that she could drive, she said she'd seen how it was done often
enough, but I wouldn't hear of it. I would drive myself, besides, I said to mom, you don't have a
license. I would drive even if it would hurt my arm to do that. Then she mentioned something
about us getting a couple of chickens and that we would keep them in the back yard in a coop, and
then I asked if we're also getting a goat, and she said we were. Now I don't know how that came
up, but it did. We wanted the chickens for eggs, but I don't know what we'd do with a goat, no one
was certainly going to milk it. Then the arrangements were changed where my mom said we'd buy
some property at the end of the street, and that would be where we'd keep the chickens and the
goat, and so I'd have to get up early every morning to fed them. I didn't like that, but so it seemed
that something was very amiss in the house suddenly. It had something to do with two dolls that I
had made. Though one of them looked like the doll I gave to John Pruitt years ago, the famous
Doctor Scream, whom some said looked like a Voodoo doll of Robert Smith (of the Cure). And
another doll that was sort of like a better looking female version of him. The dolls had sort of
been possessed and were up to something. I was trying to catch them, as they were moving. The
girl doll seemed to be the most trouble. For some reason, during the chase, I end up on the street
next over, angry about some light neon green dish rag that kept moving around. By this time the
rabies were effecting me. My hair had all fallen out, and I was suddenly losing fat from all over
my body. My gum line was receding, and my lips were also tightening around my mouth. My hand
was still difficult to move. I, for some reason, called my father from my cell phone, and insisted
he come right now to look at this dish rag that I said was moving. Of course he thought I must be
crazy, probably an effect of the rabies, but I knew it wasn't that.
So he came, and was finally convinced the rag was moving. It twisted itself around
until it got free of my grip. It sort of disappeared, or in any case, I didn't know where it went.
Now my hands were turning pale, and my fingers grew thinner, so they looked more like claws
than anything else. For some reason I was unconcerned with my condition, even though it did seem
to disturb some people.
Then things began floating around. I saw a pouch of tobacco float from out of one
car into my dad's car, and then I began to wonder if maybe I was hallucinating after all. But then
I could see what was doing it. It was a demon. No one else could see him but I could. He looked
human, only he had an enormous head, and I was doing something to him, like hitting him, though I
can't remember now, but finally others also sensed him, and I told the man that came out of the
house, the man who owned the car that previously had the tobacco in it, to get his gun and shoot
this thing, meaning the demon. Then I began walking away, and so did the demon, not wanting to
appear to be afraid, though I knew that he just didn't want to be shot. I can't remember anything
after that.
