Since some of us like to discuss our dreams, I've started this thread as a place to post them. Will say more later since we have to go grocery shopping right now at the Dream Capitol of Commerce = WALMART! I get to see the fall fashions ... yay!!

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Ohhh Doomed .... let's make a dream thread so we can discuss this more fully. Now remember more, what kind of monster? What mix of nationalities? But I'll make a dream thread and we can answer there.

On a much more boring note can you believe I had a retro dream and everyone had gone back to the cowboy craze and was singing and dancing to Gene Autry records?? This song that I can't remember the title too is still haunting me now I'm awake. Mind you, I think Gene Autry was popular when I was like one and two years old. So why am I remembering this so vividly now?

Here's a topic of interest ... Lucid Dreaming

& http://www.dreamviews.com

If you guys are really interested in lucid dreaming, you should check out www.dreamviews.com That place has everything you need to know, practically.

Also, alright basically that dream I was describing sort of started out as us watching this new movie... the 6th day (brand new in the dream, the plot was completely different). In this one scene, this guy and his brother had gotten ahold of a couple fake passports, and so they were going to climb the great wall of America (and it was freaking huge) by the time they started climbing, I had replaced the role of the younger brother. I was climbing forever, my muscles burned. We finally got to the top and started resting. Eventually though people resting around us (there were thousands of people climbing) decided to head back down, and my brother said, "Yeah, I need to change into my other uniform."

Well, throughout the movie in the beginning there was this weird bush that would shake on the mexico side of the wall, right below where I was climbing. In fact, I thought it was going to lurch out as I climbed but it didn't, but I knew it was coming. I expected it. Aaaaanyway, as my brother was getting change the creature leapt out from the bushes that were on the top of the wall (the top of the wall was about 150 feet in width). My brother ran toward it, I'm assumking to grab our equipment so we could climb down. The monster started eating people and killing people and everything, thousands of people were struggling and jumping to their deaths. I ran to this one part where there was this telephone line, and started helping people climb on, mostly children, so they could sort of pull themselves forward on this line to the next post and climb down. I realized the post was in jump distance, and started helping people jump to it until I jumped muyself, cilmbed down, then climbed up to help people again, but the monster was already there, so I climbed right back down and started running through this junglish area, now in the United States.

By the way the plot of this movie was like... armageddon (yes I know my brain confused 6th day with end of days) Though, in this movie it was set in the future and the plot was eniviktable, demons were already scourging the planet, that was jsut the first one, meaning yeah, I escape that one but if the dream conitnued for the whole movie I would have run into plenty of others.

Wow. Glad I don't seem to dream that violently. So was this a lucid dream? As in you could direct things to happen ... like when you jumped the pole but then went up again to try to help ... or was this a spinning out of control dream the whole time. That's a fascinating dream either way. Wonder what it actually is like to sneak into the United States. Hellish I bet. And then when you get here you find out you're always going to be an outlaw unless you go all the way back and start out to enter the legal way.

Your thing about monsters on the wall reminds me of a special we watched the other night that was about American citizen vigilantes who go over to the near side of the US border with cell phones and round up hiding would-be bordercrossers and phone them in to the authorities.

Yeah my dream was a bit of a social statement about the ignorance and narrow-mindedness of the American population, it was interesting to be on the other side.

And Ibis, the actualy definition of a lucid dream is where you're dreaming while aware that you are dreaming. I was not aware that I was dreaming, though I did have a bit of knowledge that I wasn't in any real deanger because of how obvious it was that my character was a key one in the movie I was in.

I realize I'm dreaming maybe once a week, because I write down all my dreams and pinch my nose and see if I can breathe through it about 5 times a day, so occasionally I do in the dream and bam... it turns out I'm dreaming, and then I have fun.

Here's a question for everyone. Has an yone ever died in their dreams? I've heard of three scenarios, the first is mine, I never die in my dreams, I almost die all the time, like every minute or so in the more epic ones. I've mean shot out at point blank before and he missed, because I can't die.

The other one I've heard is people wake up right before they die.

The third I've heard is people see their body laying there for like a half hour until they can wake up.

Oh yeah, and for anyone who was even about to say this, if yuou die in your dreams your brain does not kill itself, okay, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

Yeh I remember having those falling elevator dreams as kids and people used to say if you didn't wake up before it reached the bottom you'd die.

So is that how you test if your dreaming or awake? Breath through your nose when its pinched closed. Hmmm, I did read a bit before and have noticed some odd things in dreams sometimes that make me wonder if I'm awake or dreaming, but then I kinda wake up when I question it that way. Is that strange?

BTW .. I have never dreamt that I've died .. but I have had the proverbial Polish car dream. Yikes! I don't want that.

I still remember I died several times during a dream, all in one night.

I was poisoned, shot, blown up, beaten to death, devoured by an alien (from the movie, Alien) and some more things. Eventually I was so fed up with this I became Lucid and controlling. What followed was me hunting down everyone and everything that had killed me and vaporizing them with a freaking huge fireball. Ah, sweet revenge.
(Note, this dream kind of scared me. I'm not suicidal!)

Tonight's dream was also interesting. I drove through some sort of underground parking place. (And I don't have a driver's license in real life. ) There were signs everywhere that parking cars was no longer allowed. Well, I ignored that and parked my car. I stepped into an elevator and arrived in a room with lots of elevators.

By now, I'd somehow realized I was in a hospital. I picked a random elevator and ended up in what looked more like an airport than a hospital. Funny thing is, I could see through a window that the building I was in looked exactly like my school.

A bunch of security dudes ran towards me yelling terrorist and stuff. To escape arrest, I sank became like a ghost and sank through the floor. After a chase in the depths underneath the ground, I arrived at the parking and hopped into my car. The dream ended with a short chase were I blew up several police cars with fireballs. (I love fireballs. They're very common in my dreams. They also usually shoot out of my hands.)

No Ibis that's the initial excitement most newbies to lucid dreaming get, you get over ikt. I had several dozens of dreams where I realized I was dreaming but it only lasted like 10 seconds or less because I'd either wake up or just forget I was dreaming. my first real lucid dream that lasted pretty much the entire dream, though, was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

Wow ok. I'm going to read that website page. Both I guess. So I take it from conversation that it helps to write down your dreams when you first wake up too, right? Guess that's one reason I started this thread - so we could all discuss and compare dreaming experiences.

Geonox also told me of a great way to remember your dreams ... make a painting or drawing of them. I think I'm going to try that about this dream that I had that the actress who plays Malcolm in the Middle's mother wanted me to paint her picture with braids and in tribal Neanderthal furs. The most intense thing was that she had yellow cat eyes exactly like those fluffy grey cats ... can't think of the breed name right now.

I also tried that breathing thing, sort of I think in this repetitive dream that i sometimes have about this huge sprawling old school house that is actually an old mansion that has a haunted part that I hate ... when your on that floor (top 8th floor front wing) you can hear or feel inside your head very low voices talking. Kinda loke the ancestor tombs in Morrowind but the voices speak one at a time just so low that you can't dicipher what they say. Totally creepy. Scares the everything outa me when I get stuck dreaming there.
So after I tried a reality check in the school corridors, I asked these women in a class where a ladies room was. They told me which stairs to take and ... you guessed it, I wind up in this cold, white, sterile 1940's looking bathroom with the murmurring monster voices just under the surface of hearing. But I thought I deadbolted both doors yet as soon as I finish, this whitehaired man walks in and I can tell right away he's retired Air Force. He's very concerned about what I'm doing there so I revert to the old "I'm airman Ibis from ..." and we commence to trading AF stories.
THEN, he tells me the most astonishing discovery .... the "haunted voices" I was hearing were actually secret training sessions for war veterans who were so torn up in the bottom face or throats that they were teaching them to talk into a machine-voice technology system using telepathy! Great experiment. And what a great relief to my scared dreaming self.

So, there must be something to this lucid dreaming unless this was all just chance thrown in together. Oh and Malcolm's mom was one of the voice trainers. Freaky weird?

I had a really odd one today.

I believe I was at a waterpark because I was guarding the waterslides. There were these two people trying to blowup the slide with explosives. The weird thing about it was that to scare them off, I would leave small explosives, hoping to kill them.

Then on my final attempt, I didn't have enough time to get away from the explosion because I was worried about getting the kids away. The bomb goes off, and I guess I get hit with shrapnel so I'm collapsed against a fence feeling pain in my side and my hand.

My partner administers aid to me by sticking a syringe full of air into my palm and expelling it. Now, I know that should be lethal, but for some reason it instead forced the shrapnel out of my body. I saw like a broken screw pop out of my hand from it. I never looked at my injury on my side, but after the syringe, it felt better.

Shortly after I woke up. Weird ain't it? I'm not one to remember my dreams often but just the oddity of this one kept it fresh in my mind. Kinda like the one where I was fighting Two-Face from Batman on a Carrier ship in the middle of the ocean. I kicked him in the water and a shark ate him

Well that's definitely weird.

In one of my favourite dreams (that I once had.), I get chased by ninjas, jump off a cliff and then take out one of those old-style Star Trek communicators. Heck, I even do the: ,,Beam me up, Scotty!" line!

I then appear on the bridge of a Galaxy, in uniform. (the same type as Picard's Enterprise for those who are wondering.)
The crew was nice. No councillor (I don't need anyone to judge my mental stability! You can do that if you outrank me, but not before!), my second in command was a Sectoid from X-COM. (Well at least you'll know that you'll never have to tell him to shut up. Sectoids can't talk human. Only telepathy. ) And my tactical officer looked like a Borg. (A real Borg, not Seven of Nine deborged crap.)

Oh yeah, that would have caused fun if my dream didn't end so soon.
(And I'm still wondering how the heck a simple stick of dynamite could make the whole ship rock. In a vacuum. )

Wow, guys dreams so violently. I'm wondering if it's fun, horrific or normal to them?

Anyways, I had a dream last night where I was in charge of finding out about docking permisions. Like huge carrier ships that were stored at bay and docks in Florida and I had to ascertain that everything was kosher with their paperwork and their hold items and captain's logs.

Do you think I miss supplies in the Air Force or that I'm secretly bucking for a Homeland Security job???

Whatever it means I just realized what you first said in this thread? Walmart Ibis? I'm surprised at you! It's not even a matter that they're an economic leech and treat their employees badly and run local, sustainable businesses out, it's just the fact that they're the poster child of tacky and you won't find any fall fashions in Walmart.

Also I had a dream but I forgot it because whenever someone wakes me up I forget about my dreams because I have to get into some random conversation with them.

Yeh, we have a rule in our house of no talking to a waking up person til they speak first.

Yeh, walmart ... well Ahhh, we live one block from Walmart and it's cheaper than Publix who are cheaper than Albertson's, my preferred grocery store. We also do bulk shopping at Sam's Club - but they are the same company as Walmart.

I was mostly teasing about the fashions at Walmart - tehehehee. I know they are cheap and tacky. But what I do Doomed, when a new season is beginning is check out fashions from several sources. From Nieman Marcus, LL Bean, Sears, Coldwater Creek to Sportsmans Guide - I see what fall fashions are being offered and what is common to all the stores ... that's the IN fashion. Then more importantly I decide what I like.
After that, I visit Ross and Beall's Outlet and alittle Mall shopping and I just buy cheaply the fashionable things that suit me. But there have been seasons I've just skipped shopping cause it all sucked.

Yes - the Fashion Police would certainly get me for wearing Walmart creations, wouldn't they?

I like dreams very much, even though I rarely dream. In recent times however, I've dreamt more often than normal so that can be a good thing. I ussually categorize my dreams into Normal, Creepy (Nightmare) and Happy. My definition of "normal" can seem a bit strange to most of you though. I'll start with Happy:

I recently had a Happy dream. I was at my house in the mountains, but there was something strange about it, there had been a lot of rain recently and that made the stream near my house swell, turning it into a larger pond, which reached my neck at its deepest point. I was standing in front of my house, doing nothing. A guy in a chariot stopped by the house, his chariot was driven by a black horse, and he carried some farm animals in his chariot, a goat, a pig and a sheep. Well, he stopped his chariot in front of the house and started talking to my grandfather who suddenly popped up behind me. As I was watching them talk, I somehow fell in the water. The guy in the chariot started laughing at me, and so did my grandpa. The guy in the chariot went to his chariot and threw something in the water, his animals then started reaching down, trying to grab that "thing". As his goat was trying to reach down it fell in the water. I could see it couldn't swim so I went up to it, trying to save it. I left it to calm down a little so it wouldn't struggle when I grabbed it. After it calmed down, I grabbed it and took it to safety. The guy in the chariot thanked me and left. I felt very good after that dream. Even as I got up I was still smilling like some idiot. I felt a very strange feeling of happiness after I saved the goat. I don't know why.

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I also had a Normal dream recently. I was playing some computer game which resembled Aliens vs. Predator but it had some strange elements which also resembled Jurasic Park and Starcraft. I didn't feel as if I was wielding everything from behind a monitor, I felt as if I was actually there. It was a nice feeling, something like reality. The game, or better yet, level started with me in a jeep in the jungle, wielding some large machine gun which was attached to the jeep. Nobody was driving though, the jeep went by itself. It was night and it was raining. I heard something moving about in the trees. Suddenly a giant Tyranosaurus Rex like the one in Jurasic Park emerged out of the forest, and lunged for my jeep. I started firing that machine gun like hell, trying to aim for the big dinosaur. Eventually I killed it, but the same time I managed to bring it down, my jeep crashed in a gate.
I got out of my jeep, strangely I didn't have a single scratch on me, wielding a new weapon which appeared out of the blue in my hands, an assault riffle of sorts. In front of me was a facility of sorts. To describe it more literaly, there was path leading from the gate, with a wall to the left and some buildings to the right, I decided to enter the buildings. They were like a prison, with men trapped to the floor by some weird device. The "floor" was strange, it was made up of bars, like in prison, and underneath were some ravenous creatures. Near me, was a strange device that resembled a computer. It had a timer on it which showed 10 seconds. The seconds then started going down, from 10 to 9 and so forth. I realised that when the timer reached 0 the bars that made the floor would open, and me and my comrade would fall to the creatures beneath.
I quickly pressed a button on the computer which made some devices come out of it. I then started pressing buttons on the devices frantically yet nothing was happening. When the timer reached 5 I desperatelly pulled out the computer's hard drive. That managed to stop it.
I entered the next room. Inside was a dead human with a pistol next to him. It was a bulky Colt 1911. I picked it up and, strangely, I started dual wielding since I seemed to have another pistol in my inventory. A creature then broke down a door in front of me. I quickly cut it down to size with my dual pistols. I then went outside where I found creatures that were like a mix between Predators and Elites from Halo. I fired my pistols at them but that only annoyed them. I then found a strange rifle that fired orbs of energy that followed my foes. As I was firing that rifle, a dropship from Aliens came from the sky. It was firing its machine guns in my direction but I didn't know if it was firing towards me or towards my foes. I could see however that it was crashing, and in my direction!
I started running on the path towards my crashed jeep. The Dropship hit the ground but it was still coming towards me, sliding on the ground. My dream ended as I reached my crashed jeep.

I'll give you an example of a Nightmare later.

Wow, your dreams seem to be quite detailed Griff. Mine never seem to be like that. Also it's kinda weird that I've been remembering mine ever since this section opened up. For example, last night's dream:

I pulled up to my friend's place, and she came out with a bunch of her lady friends. Suddenly she decided that she was going to drive, and I let her. I guess I was anxious because I shouldn't be driving yet by myself (I don't have the drive by yourself license yet). We had decided we were going bowling so we were driving through the countryside at nightime towards the city where the bowling alley was.

We didn't find it, I assumed that we must've passed it on our way into town, but when we were trying to turn the car around we pulled into a mall and then everybody wanted to go shopping.

So we were browsing the mall (for some reason a stranger took a picture of some of girls in front of a display case, I tried to get into it, but they pushed me away. The dream ended with me explaining that I was grumpy because I wanted to go bowling still.

See! I can dream non-violent dreams! Just that normally they're not the ones I could talk about here

I had the most awesome dream last night ever.

It starts out in my grandparents house, this part is boring, me just taking a shower, someone describing she saw red eyes in her room while sleeping, they all disappeared when I got out of my shower, I found them again in a sort of a sewer area under the house, with slightly ominous slightly cool music playing, which made me feel it was necessary to step to the edge of one of the interections at the sewer. I saw some weird spash up and down approaching, like black ink, so I backed away. The music increased, people came to take a lot, others ran, by this time it was no longer my grandparents house in the least bit, not even anyone of the family were there, it was like a futuristic military base. The creature approached through the water as I backed away down the other side of the intersection, and this weird guy stood close, and the ink shot up at him and started eating him. It reminded me of a story of mine from a long time ago, which is funny because once I escaped (I had the hardest time) it played this like... trailer showing how improved the graphics were. When the trailer ended, I was in a cool suit with rocket feet and there were two people with me, one was this massive badass, and the other was a woman, classic video game party, we all wore blue because we were the blue squad.

The little creatures (that looked kind of like ants, only the size of a skateboard) had escaped the sewer and we were part of a team trying to destroy them. There was also a red squad but through time and fighting we basically realized we were the only ones left, even our superiors were dead. We attempted as hard as possible to stay alive. The girl in our party had this ability where she should chargew her fist and punch through compassion. We did it several times to escape to the level above ours, now we were right below civilization, and that's when the big man got devours by hundreds, the two of us barely escaped to the area above us where there was this sort of trailer park area. This one guy was in a red suit similar to our (maybe he was the last surviving member of the red squad) but with jet wings, he just stayed in the air and killed them. it was really chill. We beat the bugs here and there were two survivors, plus the red squad guy and some other cool warrior dude, and we had to let them all tag along because we couldn't leave them there, even the two rednecks. Next thing we were doing was crossing a highway into a city, it was bloody hamster cave hard, this one guy complained at us but I said we had to, there was a "forgot what we called the creatures" on the other side, and he said there were none in this city. This city was about to get a rude awakening.

Then I woke up.

Very strange ... I dreamt about DoomedOne in Peru, at pyramids and a colorful market at the base of the large pyramid. And his mother was this beautiful woman, in native dress, who wouldn't stop dancing. Such bright pretty colors everyone was wearing. But it must have been summer because I think of Bolivia and Peru as the people wearing woolens but these clothes were more like cotton I guess.

I've had several fun dreams lately.

In one of those, I got to drive a big robot. Now that was fun. Something about people being stuck in a building. I got to rip out this big steel door of a bunker.

In another, I won the lottery. Well, I've never played in a lottery but who cares? The main prize was a small pill with a scrap of paper. The paper said that it was a superhuman-drug. When swallowing it, I had to imagine what superpowers I wanted. Neatless to say, I swallowed it and BANG, my point of view hits the floor.

What happened? I'd turned into a Super Ninja Blob! I managed to make myself fit the new clothes in a humanoid way and went out to fight crime, using a bit of superman, a bit of classic ninja/karate movies, a bit of shapeshifting and a bit of westerns. (The revolvers were called six-scene shooters. Six scenes worth of shooting before I had to reload. ) It was really cool.

wow .. cool Jack. I like the six-scene shooters and the robot you were driving could actually be real. They already use robots to diffuse bombs ... they might build and operate some for disasters.

My lastest one that I remember was a school related one.

I'm sitting in homeform and I get my timetable. I see a really weird class though. The one class is for creative writing, but you don't have to go to the class a lot. You only go to it to get an assignment and then you go back to it once you finish it. So they have a message basically "while not attending the writing class, you go to passenger seat class".

I thought that was the strangest class ever and it turned out my grade 11 english teacher was the teacher for the class so I called him on the school phones to figure out what exactly this course was. The thing is, just because his last name sounds French (I think he's actually Dutch) I started talking to him in French until I didn't know what I wanted to say in French anymore. I guess he understood me and told me that all I would be doing is sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he drove around. I guess I was supposed to write the conversation or something.

For some reason I asked if I needed my driver's liscense to take the class, the students around me starting laughing and I woke up.

I guess you could say I have school on the mind since it starts tomorrow with a really odd schedual.

I have very lucid dreams about very realistic situations which are so possible when I wake up I have to send a few minutes sorting out what really happened and what was a dream. The dreams have a very high focus on logic so I can't just wake up and think "thats not possible" and they tend to focus on what happen or what I was thinking about the day before to confuse me of what really happened the day before. Most examples just consist of talking to people I didn't or a logical set of events which makes me anticipate something in the morning, like when oblivion was out but I didn't have a computer to run it on I think I had a dream that I won a computer in a contest so the rest of the dream I was happily anticipating it, then I woke up and thought "Hurray, my computer will be here soon! Oh wait, or was that just a dream". Yes, my subconscience is an evil tease!!

I'm kind of jelous of all your immersive dreams.. I on the other side must be ill in some way cause.. I just don't dream.. I go to bed, fall asleep and wakes up when the alarm rings..

Last time I had a dream I remember was when I was like 7 years or so and I can only remember the setting, not what really happened.

I don't know maybe I just sleep very well .

Last night, I could swear I'd become Luper Alkad. I mean, everything was there! Dwemer gauntlets, check. Lord's Mail, check. Daedric baddies, check. Good old Chrysamere, definitely check!

The dream wasn't that important, just saving the earth from a Daedric invasion. (with Azura as the big baddie, traitor!) But it was so much fun! I never got to swing Chrysamere like that.

This reminds me, I should try to put out an update with my favourite Redguard.

My dreams are vague, i've never had a lucid dream. And no matter how cool the dream, i can never remember it once i've been awake about...20 minutes.

That's probably unhealthy.

And I have proven that I do actually see the future in my dreams. I started to jeep a notebook by my nightstand in order to write my dreams down when I wake up. It's always stupid things the end up happening, like asking somebody to see their notes or something, but cool nonetheless.

My hubby has prophetic dreams too, Danny. About everyday things ... like he saw the studios we lived in for 20 years in Orlando before we ever went to Orlando, when we still lived on the Gulf Coast of Florida. Prophetic dreaming is a spiritual gift. You should prize that.

Keep writing your dreams down. Something big may be comong down the line.... geeze, I sound like a furtune cookie. lolol

A lot of the dreams I forget turn out to be that type. Suddenly I get the sensation of deja vu and then I'm like "Oh, I remember dreaming about this."

And it's just quizzical things, just like Dantrag. One of the was just me skating down the ice in a hockey game and passing the puck. Nothing else really comes to mind of ones that I remember, but I've had quite a few.

Hopefully a bad dream will never be one of my deja vu ones...

When I was younger, I had very vivid dreams. Sadly, as time goes on, I seem to dream less vividly and frequently. Maybe it's because I'm more content with my life and have less of a need for escapism. Or maybe it's something else entirely. I mean, after all, I am a constant RPer, and if RPing isn't escapism I don't know what is.

How nice that you are an RPer - me too. Are you in the RP here? I didn't make it in here yet. I was in an RP competition at TES Source though.

And at our game building website - FarFallen - we are just starting an RP about our new little world. Perhaps you'd feel like joining us there? Your RP character and ideas may wind up being incorporated into the game if you'd like. Hope to see you there!

Rainer takes psychology, and he can tell you that you do dream during the night, but you probably just don't remember them.

The most recalled (and most odd) dreams occur before one wakes up.

I also have dreams that tell the future. Even though I forget about them most of the time, I find myself in this situation and suddenly I'm like "wait a second, haven't I already seen this?". It's a very, very strange feeling. Those that also have these kind of dreams know what I mean. It's pretty cool though.

Now, to tell you of a creepier dream of mine.

I found myself in my bed one night, the odd thing was, I couldn't move my arms or my legs at all. I was practically paralyzed in my bed, the strange thing though was that there wasn't any alien in my room, wanting to abduct me and I wasn't thinking of anything evil either like most people do when they find themselves paralyzed in their beds. I was thinking of the chairman of a Romanian football club ironically so I wasn't feeling extreme fear like most people do, I was just feeling very awkward, thinking about that guy but not being able to move at all. Eventually, after a few minutes of thinking about the guy, I managed to move my arms and legs so I took my remote and started the TV. My TV is right next to my bed btw. The very, very, disturbing thing was that there were only horror movies and porn on TV so there wasn't anything to watch. I changed chanels, desperately trying to find something other than porn or horror. Eventually I closed the TV and got into bed. At this point, I'm not sure if I was awake or dreaming since it was a very strange state of mind. As I was lying in my bed, I started hearing the music from the nightmare levels in Max Payne 2. I started feeling very scared by then. I also started hearing footsteps outside my apartment's door, as if someone was walking around outside my door. I live in a block of flats btw, so I think that explains where the footsteps were coming from. I tried not to listen to the music, or the footsteps, and tried to go to sleep, terrified as I was that someone, or something, was walking around outside my door in the dead of night. It was a really creepy experience and the very creepy thing was that I didn't know if I was dreaming or awake.

Wow...... that is creepy. I think i've had a few lucid dreams, but sometimes I don't dream at all.

I swear that sometimes I have a dream, and then a small part of it actually happens.. like Deja Vu.

Even if its just the positioning of someone talking to me in a certain place, it would be the exact same as in my dream... when they are not abosutely insane.

My dreams are wicked and vile. =\