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[Lady Artifice]

So lets see. I was trying to find a place to lock my bike in the rain before I went in to class, and for some reason there were narrow parking space designed for bikes rather than bike racks. I locked it and walked across the parking lot, but when I reached the building it was the wrong one. It was a private business, one that would never let me. The storm takes a turn for the worse, and the more bizarre. The rain intensifies, but flaming hail also begins to fall. I realize I left my bag with all my stuff back near my bike, and rush over to get it. After I start walking the parking lot, though, I realize I'm being followed by someone dressed a little like the Joker, but with an actual Jester's hat. I run, he laughs and makes chase. I don't have the option to simply run away, because he's in the direction I need to go. We do that shuffle thing where I try to fake and veer and dodge around him, but he's too clever for that. 

 

I'm completely terrified, begging him to stop. I maneuver around him, but he's right on my tail, and then a car cuts us off and he's disappeared. 

 

It's a convertible with the top down. I know the driver, from the forums actually, but he's not one of the posters I agree with on anything. There are two other people with him--It's still raining, but no more fiery hail. For some reason, the inside of the car is fine despite the rain. He tells me to get in, and I say no, but two real life friends approach and we do end up in the back seat, but I don't remember exactly how. After that, I'm trying to get out of this situation. 

 

Justin Timberlake approaches, smoothly asking leading questions. I remember that he had told me to give him a signal if I ever needed his help. The signal: raise and american flag in a place you normally wouldn't. Oh, there's a flag on the ground next to the car. I pick it up and lean it against the back seat so that it drapes onto the car trunk. 

 

There's a switch. I'm at a new house I just moved into in Australia. It's beautiful, large, white, right on the beach. I go outside, and next to a lovely, sleeping golden retriever is a little animal with grey fur. He jumps up on a chair next to me, grabs my hand to smell it and I realize he has longish little claws. It's suddenly a little alarming for him to be so close, so I'm grateful when he lets me go and moves around the porch. I go inside and realize it's a koala (a weird, dream version of an animal I've never seen irl). I tell my family and realize I should go get our golden retriever off the porch, because in my dreams koalas are known to be animals who are much fiercer fighters than they look. I have a bad feeling, like someone from outside is watching. 

 

End dream. 

[The dead fish]

@ Lady Artifice. Lol, that was quite a dream you had ! Scaring. You could almost make a movie with that.  Absolutely loved the end " I have a bad feeling, like someone from outside is watching. " 

 

I don't usually remember the dreams,  only the nightmares. As a child i used to have exactly the same nightmare plenty of nights. A werewolf with the face of my aunt wanting to do horrible stuff with me. I think the fact that I was absolutely afraid of my aunt in real life played a big role. ( which is a shame because despite her frightening appareance, looking like a werewolf, she had a big heart ) 

 

it was always the same thing. I ran, she followed me, but the more I ran, the more I was paralyzed until being totally stopped. And once she was close to me, eating my head, I woke up every single time at this same moment.. 

 

That nightmare happened for several years, again and again. The last time would be different though, something would change, and would stop forever the nightmare, for once and for all. The bad dream indeed happened exactly like before, but I was so tired of being afraid, so tired of running every single time, so revolted, that for the first time, I turned my back, furious and suceeded to punch several times my aunt in my dream. We fighted, she was stronger than me, lifting me like a feather, but I kept punching her face again and again at the same time. I woke up. After that, i never made that nightmare again. Never. That's probably because I didn't fear anymore my aunt, whether in my dreams or in real life.  Indeed, in real life I have discovered after talking a bit to her, how so nice she was actually. 

 

Another nightmare, the death of my brother because of a stupid fight against a giant man out of a nightclub, his neck broken. ( realistic dreams have to be the worst nightmares ) I screamed before the spectacle and I woke up. 

 

Another nightmare.  It happened two days after the brutal death of my cousin drowned in the sea  in August the last year while he didn't know how to swim, 20 years old.

 

I dreamt that i was in a cinema, and then suddenly a lot of people screamed, something was in the process of rolling on the floor, and then there was a light blinding everything. I was convinced it was a terrorist attack and I simply thought, " okay now it's my turn to die ", astonishingly calm, accepting my fate, closing my eyes and crossing my arms on my chest.  If weirdly enough I didn't feel anything on my body, it was because I was immediately dead, obviously.

 

I waited, I waited. I waited. Everything was white. But nothing. Nothing happens, nothing anywhere. Everything is white. " Maybe after death, there is nothing, maybe you are nothing ? But then, why am I able to think if I am nothing ?  " That's where I opened my eyes after realizing how it didn't make sense. Nope, I was alive... Another awful realistic dream.

 

Another one where someone is screaming in the night, harassed by someone, but I can't help, I am paralyzed. The screams go on and go on. I still can't move despite desesperately trying to move. I woke up. 

 

I remember more those nightmares because they were very powerful, otherwise nope, I don't usually remember anything.