Murder House

Date of dream: Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I seemed to be treveling with a group of people like maybe it was the apocolypes or something. We all had backpacks and held ourselves as though we had been walking for days to get to this hotel looking place.
It was dark and cloudy out, the moon was full. We walked into the house to be greeted by an old couple who preceded to show us around. The whole looked like an attic and there were mattesses laying out with tattered sheets all over the floors. The windows were small and the only source of light was the moon and a few lit candles. 
     Next thing I know, everyone has been asigned a bed and I'm in the highest point in the house with my cat, Katie. My room was dimmly lit.

The scene cut over to third person and it showed a blonde boy that looked a lot like Tate from American Horror Story holding a small, gray cat in his arms and placing what looked like a red metal glove on it's paw. The cat began to squirm because the glove was like an iron maiden and for each time the boy would turn a key to lock it tighter around the cat's paw, the nails would drive deeper into it. The cat hollard in agonizing pain. 
Then, the boy acted as if her had heard something and put the cat down and walked away.

     It was back to me and though I hadn't seen the cat get tortured, I felt something wrong was happening and I took Katie in my arms and walked over to a hold in the attic wall. I put one of the tattered blanket in it and set Katie there so that she could be out of sight. I then walked over to the one, small window I had and noticed a group of shadow figures standing outside the house. I studied them as that stood like statues, just watching the house. Then I noticed one look up at me and point. The all looked up and then ran toward the house.
Fear struck me as I heard a crash and screaming from downstairs. Footsteps in a frantic struggle to get around. I panicked, slammed the door to my room shut and when I turned around, I saw more cats in my room. My eyes widened as I feared for their lives. I opened the window to outside and began putting the cats on the roof as if that was a form of escape. I let Katie out first and then went out the window myself. As I'm exiting, I hear the door to my room swing open and someone holler something I couldn't understand. The cats and I leapped around the levels of the roof until we finally made it to the ground.

     The cats (including Katie) sprinted off into the woods and I stopped. I turned back to the house and looked through one of the windows. I saw fire and more dark figures running across the frame. Screams and cries came from inside and though my heart was telling me I needed to go back in and try to help them, I turned back to the woods and ran.

 

     Jump to an other scene and I'm back in the house but now I'm running around like everyone else. The faceless people were not wearing masks that looked something like depented clowns. And behind me I can hear something like a news caster, explaining what it happening in the house like it was some sort of game show and our goal is to not get killed by the madmen that broke into our house. I was being chansed but I wasn't sure by what...

I woke up. 

  • Themes
  • Dramatic
  • Nightmare
  • Violence
  • Settings
  • Darkness
  • Indoors
  • Outdoors
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Stranger
  • Animals
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Fear/ Dread
  • Helpless
  • Add'l Emotions
    Panic

    Heaven's a Candy Shop.

    Date of dream: Saturday, May 04, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    I was in a vintage toy/candy store. It was huge and had a train that looked like a life size toy that rode around the store on tracks. It looked like it was made out of plastic and was intended for children but there wasn't anyone on it. I looked around the store and though it looked like it was a toy store and I could plainly see that there were items for sale, I felt as though I didn't have access to them; Like, I wasn't allowed to touch them. They weren't for me.
    I walked around the store and out of no where a merry-go-round appears in the center of the store. There are no animals on it, it is empty. Instead, there are chairs lining the outside and people sat in them. All the people looked old and wore black, their faces were painted white and their cheeks red. They were all smiling wide, staring at the carousel though it did nothing. Faint music played in the background. I looked in their laps and they were all holding dozens of chocolate malt balls in their arms. 

    Suddenly I got the feeling that the store was a type of heaven or some sort of limbo and everyone there was dead, waiting for judgment. The chocolate malt balls symbolized all the good things they had done in life. I walked passed the people staring at the carousel when an old lady in front of me dropped all of her malt balls. She gasped in complete terror, trying to bend over to pick them up as the rolled around on the floor. I knelt down beside her, helping her pick up her candy and then a dawn vail came over me and all was silent. The music stopped, the woman beside me sat still. It felt like time had froze. 
    The vail surrounded me. I looked up and saw an elderly woman's white face with pink cheeks, her grin was ear to eat and her hair was dyed red. She just stared at me, smiling.


    I woke up. 

  • Themes
  • Mortality
  • Spiritual
  • Settings
  • Indoors
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Stranger
  • Deceased
  • Unfamiliar
  • Emotions
  • Confusion
  • Happiness
  • Shock
  • Keywords
    candy
    chocolate
    death
    black
    store
    carousel
    empty
    train
    old
    paint

    Old Muffin Category.

    Date of dream: Saturday, April 13, 2013

    Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
    Lucid Intent? No    

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    I'm living in this house like I'm a star of The Real World. The house is full of faceless celebrities. I'm walking around in the living room when a hear a scream outside. I run up to the window and look out, one of the celebrities was bend over, holding her side in pain. I knitted my brow but didn't bother asking if she was okay. 
    The doorbell rang and I went to see who it was. I swung the door open and looked around. No one was there.
         "Hello?" I asked, and then immediately a sharp pain was felt in my left calf. "Ow, what the hell?!" I yelled. I looked down at it and a box had been carved into my leg with the letters 'VS' in it. I had no idea what it meant. Later the cut turned into a burn somehow but everyone continued to ignore it except the other girl who had 'QUE' written on her stomach.

         Finally, while I was walking around in the living room, again, a girl suddenly appeared in front of me, sitting on the floor. She looked up at me, a wide smile spread across her face. She looked like a live action version crossed between Marciline (from Adventure Time) and one of those Monster High dolls. I knitted my brow and stared at her. 
         "I'm a ghost!" She said, even though I hadn't asked who she was, "I'm the one that carves brands of tea into people!" (Even though I'd never heard of any brand of tea named 'VS' or 'QUE'). 
         
    "Why the hell did you carve a brand of tea into my leg?!" I yelled, angry. 
         "Well, if you had offered me tea, I wouldn't have had to." She explained casually. It seemed logical to me so I forgave her but still didn't offer her tea.

         Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a small room with row of chairs behind me. I'm sitting on the floor with a large stuffed teddy bear to my right and I'm acknowledging it as my dance partner. I looked in front of my and through a small crowd, I see Bill Nye and an older woman dancing slowly in a clearing. I watched them with the crowd for a few minutes and then they started swing dancing like professionals. My jaw dropped and smiled, "You guys are the best!" I yelled.
         The guy next to me looked at me with insanely blue eyes, disappointed. It was James McAvoy (Charles Xavier from X-Men: First Class). He was sitting next to a woman a little older than him with graying hair. "There's no way we're going to win against them."
         I just smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry. They're in a different category. They're Old People, you guys are Old Muffins."


    I woke up.
          

     

  • Themes
  • Aggression
  • Fun
  • Mortality
  • Violence
  • Settings
  • Home
  • Indoors
  • Unfamiliar
  • Characters
  • Celebrity
  • Familiar
  • Emotions
  • Anger
  • Happiness
  • Numb
  • Activities
  • Physical
  • Movement
  • Keywords
    celebrities
    Bill Nye
    James McAvoy
    ghosts
    house
    cutting bleeding
    blood
    tea
    dancing
    teddybear