Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/3/2017
By Tjika
I was at my house at the end of a weird dream about some guys and friends of my brother, where they were giving me tips on life or something. When they had left I wanted to go back to bed, but wondered whether or not this was real. I talked to my parents and my dad told me I could sleep in their bed if I was really too confused about it too sleep alone. I was not convinced that it was real, but I wanted to believe it. I took my bottle of water, which I keep with me in case I get thirsty during the night, but I accidently filled it with lemonade syrup so I had to go downstairs to refill it. While walking downstairs I tried to fly, so I would know whether this really was a dream or not. I could fly, so I asked my mom angrily why she hadn't said anything. She sort of avoided answering, but she seemed guilty about it. I wanted to wake up, because it was a creepy dream, but I couldn't. Then my brother suggested I try out some stuff since I was stuck here anyway. I liked that idea. There was a weird building in front of me at that moment and I wanted to try and walk up the walls. I had read about this in a manga in real life and had wanted to try it out since. It was hard, because I had never done anything like it, but I could do it. I the flew of the building and the dream changed scenes. I was now in my grandparents home. There was this French, blonde girl who was sort of not one of my common dream people. I'm not really sure how I could tell the difference, but there are some people in my dream that I know I made up and can control and some which sort of have a role of their own and cannot be controlled. I had never tried out to control anyone though. Anyway, the French girl gave me some sort of figurine with a name of the shop where it came from on the bottom, which I think was called etalier egalitaire. I tried walking up another wall in this house and succeeded. I could even walk on the ceiling! We decided to leave and somewhere at this point I also said goodbye to this friend of my brother who was with me again in that house. Me and the French woman walked outside and were now outside of my house, not my grandparents. We saw guys with shotguns at the end of the street, which was kind of weird. Even more weird was that they were not my neighbours or anyone that I knew. They looked a bit like werewolves. Then a woman came walking towards them with a shotgun, or so I thought at first. She didn't look at the men, she looked at us. For some reason I could not believe she was after me, so I first tried to hide from her behind a tree. She just walked around it and at this point I was sure she was after me. She seriously wanted to kill me for some reason and I wondered if it would wake me up. Then I remembered I had never died in a dream before and it was sort of a point of pride, so I didn't want to die here. She shot her shotgun, but the bullets came out really slow and they were easy to stop. When I knew she was almost out of bullets I tried catching a bullet, because I knew I could shoot it faster than she could with my bare hands. I succeeded on my second try and shot her in the face. She didn't die however, even though she looked shocked and in pain from the wound. For some reason she looked like she'd expected it and was kind of amused. Then suddenly the werewolve things came towards us. Apparently it was also their job to kill me and French girl. The woman who'd tried to shoot me was afraid of them too and ran away with us. I wanted to go to the right at first, but somehow noticed the dream world I was in ended there. My brain had not filled in that space or something. Instead I crossed the street. A lot of people were running away, scared by the werewolves, but I knew they were created by my imagination, so I could control them. I send them towards the werewolves to fight them, so I had more time to run away. I tried using a few spells, two which worked (moist and slip which both made them fall to the ground) and one which did not. This was a strange spell from a previous dream and all you had to do was say the word "death". It probably only works when you're one of those creepy demon like people though, which right now I was not. French girl and I ran towards the river, which we knew was the was the way out of the dream. We said goodbye, she told me not to forget that name (etalier egaliraire or something) and we dove into the water. You had to dive at a certain point in the river to wake up, which we (or at least I) managed to do and I woke up.