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aaron:
i become self-aware and lucid, and start floating up over a courtyard full of people in the winter, squealing and yelling. “this is what it’s like in real life, too!” i testify to dream people. i fly around and rejoin the dinner table of friends and take a male friend for a flight as a gesture of friendship. but as i’m floating up, it becomes harder to fly, and then the scenery changes to my childhood home. i’m up in my dad’s tools in this area where i hadn’t been as a child… then i discover nude polaroids of a japanese woman. and i think it might be the japanese exchange student we housed — which would’ve been so controversial — or maybe it was his first wife. also controversial.

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aaron:
i find myself on a balcony in an alley. it’s super life-like vivid, but i realize it’s a dream instantly because i still feel conscious. i jump and fly, but my sleep cycle starts doing something… and the physical feeling of being pulled upward by vibrations (in real life) makes my flying dream sort of evaporate. i’m pulled and stretched up up up and dissolved into a different scene. and then i’m semi-lucid. can’t remember the rest.

alex:
so i had gone on some sort of roadtrip to a small city on the water (about the size of edmonds, wa).  i had parked my car and some people and i (i’m not sure who exactly) started walking into the small city.  we took part in a few activities that involved rafts and going along the waterfront side of the city, most of which was accessible from these little zodiacs we had been rented.  the city had a cement/rock pier that went out to sea the way some lighthouse piers do, but at the end of the pier, there was a building that didnt look much like a lighthouse.  it may still have been a lighthouse, but really it looked like a short version of the space needle, and had a disproportionately large disk (though a short ver of the space needle was still very tall).  it was obviously a tourist attraction and was some what nautically themed, or at least it reminded me of a ferry.  the sun was mostly set as we (still not sure who ‘we’ is…) walked through the downtown.  despite being small, the downtown had a few skyscrapers.  this whole city would’ve been very odd looking if viewed from any particular distance.

i had been walking along the front of a very beautiful cathedral, admiring its stonework as well as the large park across from it, when i noticed a really old industrial building across the other side of the park.  its most notable feature was one giant smokestack that had a twisted look (in all senses of “twisted”). though it went straight up and down, its surface was the pattern of an upwards spiral, like a coiled snaked or a candy cane.  really it just looked like someone had chopped off the leg of an ornate dining table and turned it into a chimney.  i could see heat distortions at the top of the smokestack.. i was admiring these and the colors of the post-sunset sky when the dream took a dark turn.

i heard/felt a really deep wooosh which shook the ground.  dark black smoke started pouring out of the smokestack and obscuring the oranges of my sky.  ‘how un-green,’ i thought to myself.  a funny thought cause i had clearly not yet detected the change in flavor of the dream.  the smoke poured out heavier by the second, and there was a perceivably growing rumble.  i looked around to see if anyone else seemed to think this was odd, or perhaps this always happened in this already strange city.   the smoke grew, and there were flames visible from the top of the tower… a huge quadrant of sky was missing in the blackness.  this can’t be normal.  another deep woosh shook the city, and a pillar of flames shot out the top of the tower.  i had been walking slowly towards the industrial building up until this point, but ash and actual flames were raining down on me.  something started pelting the area around me.. it was as if i was being shot at.. i wasn’t sure what was happening, so i started to run.  everyone in the area started to run.
i had made it around the corner of the catheral and the smokestack was out of site.  the rumbles and explosions were still audible.. and it sounded as if something large was lumbering through the city.  something had emerged from the factory and was ravaging the city.  i fled back to the rafts and gathered a few people and tried to make it back towards where i had parked.  from the raft, i could see that the ferry space needle was getting evacuated; people were dropping rescue rafts comically off of the top along ropes as if it were indeed some sort of ferry.  the rafts landed in the water surrounding the pier.  i awoke here briefly, and when i fell back to sleep i returned to this dream and things had changed quite a bit

<i>dream part two: the cake is a lie (lol…)</i>

i hadn’t made it back to my car; instead, one other person and i were hiding in some strange building.. the demon thingy was still going through the city.. i only call it demon because of its fiery emergence from the factory, and the feeling it produced around it. you could feel it in the distance as if it had some sort of aura of dread around it.

my friend and i decided the building we were in was just gonna get crushed eventually (the sounds were coming closer), so we should take the the street.   we began trying to descend the interior of this building. i use those words cause there were no stairs ot typical means to get out.  the build was ultra strange, it was a multi-level bathhouse / climbing wall.  from the top, you just looked down on many uniquely shaped pools and hot tubs at varying heights, crudely simulateling small pockets of water found on a cliff face.  despite this strange array of things, an escalator ran from the bottom floor to the top floor amidst the tangle of organically shaped pools of water and man-made cliff (complete w/ an occasional fake plant).
the escalator was out of our reach, so we kept climbing down.. at times, we would make it right over one of the pools and we could drop form one level to the next by falling into the water.. at other times we just climbed.

the muffled sounds of destruction were getting nearer to the building, and the feeling of dread was mounting.  we weren’t going to make it to the bottom before the demon made it to our building.  i could see the bottom floor .. the whole thing was a giant gift shop.. but it was too late. whatever was outside was already here — albeit still outside.

and then all the noise outside stopped.  i looked up at my friend confused. we didn’t question our luck. we just hurried to the bottom floor.  there were strange things in this gift shop, mostly clothes.  there were also these small trickles of water that had come all the way from the top of the buidllding. they were clean and uniquely colored, each flowing through a small ceramic track.  at the first floor some of these things came together, and there were labels… turns out each of the colored liquids was a different type of syrup.. lemon..orange.. coffee… carrot.. lots of flavors.  where the flavors came together there was a label breaking down what flavors came together at this point and what the new resulting flavor was.  this was the weirdest place ever.  i tried a coffee one as i walked by.. and then i found this odd one made out of 6 different ceramic paths.. it was labeled “carrot cake.”  i tried it too as i went by, and sure enough, it tasted like carrot cake…if carrot cake was a liquid.

my friends (there were 3 of us now..) looked around the gift shop for anything we might need and then we reluctantly made our way to the front door.  the city was perfectly silent.  the front door was a revolving door surrounded by LCDs, showing some graphic of a small pool of water on a cliff w/ a bonsai.  the LCDs also thanked people for visiting.

one of us started out the revolving door.. and i became once more conscious of the aura of dread.  there was no way we were gonna get away from whatever it was.. even now, it was just waiting.  i felt a surge of panic as the last guy entered the revolving door.. and i ran for it too.  as i ran, the monitors changed.. i don’t remember exactly what message was written on them — something about having caught me or my death.  the structure looked as if it took a breath right then.. everything solid lifted and clenched and then returned to rest as i pushed hard on the revolving door.

the previously ornate lattice of metal making the windows of the structure thickened and doubled, effectively growing a metal cage around all the windows.  the revolving door stopped in mid path, with me stuck in it.  i felt the pressence of something.. but i was so trapped that there wasn’t much to do.  the creature manifested behind me.. i could see it because all of the LCDs were just an image of the intetrior of the revolving door. it definitely grabbed me by my hair from behind, exposing my neck, and ran its hand along my throat.  i didn’t feel anything painful.. i just felt heavy..  and i felt my body fall away from my spirit.. if that makes sense. i felt something in real life.. i felt as if my muscles all unflexed after having been tensely flexed for quite a while.

i looked down at my body and i felt suddenly confused about why i was still here…it was quickly apparent that dying was banishing me from this dream.  i turned to face this particular manifestation of the demon, and he and everything started to fade… as my dream body died so did whatever thread of consciousness felt entitled to be there.  my real body seemed most important, and i woke up.

alex:
i haven’t had a dream this crazy in years.

i had a really weird lucidish dream about being a survivor after a zombie infection destroyed everything. i’ve had dreams where you think ahead to what you’ll be doing later, and you just kinda teleport forward in time… but this dream involved teleporting weeks ahead at a time, spanning a couple months really. the dream became lucid whenever somethign scary happened, and was autopilot the rest of the time. theres tons more than i’ve written, but it had 3 main lucid phases, which i’ve written here.

my girl (i’ll just call her that) was visiting me at my house in greenlake when the united states experienced a zombie infection (28 days/dawn of the dead[2004] style). i’ve had a few zombie-apocalypse dreams before and they’re typically my most detailed dreams. so anyways, her and i are hiding in my house for awhile when we decide that we are gonna run out of food and everything else and we should quest out into the world. we run out to my car and there are no zombies around initially, but by the time we shut the doors and start the engine, shit is starting to go down.. the dream wasn’t really lucid yet, so i’m not sure what happened, but zombies came out of houses or out from behind whatever and we just shot off towards aurora/highway 99. there weren’t as many accidents as there realistically would’ve been.. but there were cars abandoned all over, kinda like seattle after a snow storm.

there was blood and stuff on windshields and signs of struggle, but overall, everything was pretty much barren/abandoned. it was sunny and there were fires to the south. i’m not really sure what the decision process that followed was, but we were going by a gas station and we thought the flat roof over the gas pumps was pretty much the only place that was safe. we stole a tent, an aluminum ladder, a pickup truck, a luxury car w/ a sun roof (ill skip this part of the dream), and next thing i knew, we were spending the night ontop of the awning over a shell gas station. the ground up there was gravel, i’m not sure if there’s gravel on these in real life. the environment up there consisted of a 24’x36′ rectangle (maybe bigger), one green tent and an aluminum ladder.. we left our cars parked down below by the pumps. from this point on, the dream was fully lucid.

the dream has numerous ensuing phases from here.

i. FORAGING / BUILDING / ESTABLISHING SYSTEMS FOR SURVIVAL

we started improving our lives as survivors. we raided a gun store on aurora. shotguns were my favorite, my girl had a carbine she had found behind the counter. we had filled a newly stolen car with ammo, and spent considerable time practicing. my girl was really good w/ her gun. zombies pretty much left us alone while we were home (if one saw us it chased us full sprint, but there simply weren’t many around), and we were ultra ultra cautious before we entered any abandoned stores. at one point my girl and i got into a little fight cause she wanted to go into the supermarket, but it wasn’t like any of the small stores we had been to. even at the gun shop, we could pretty much see to the back of the store from the street, so it felt safe to go in. the supermarket had so many aisles — what if zombies came from both ends of an aisle at the same time? i let her go and get fruit, cause in the produce section the shelves are only a few feet high and you can see all the way to the back of the store, so i could watch her with my gun and it was safe-ish. we evaluated numerous stores in this manner and and collected lots of things gradually. zombies would come out if we made noise, so if we ever dropped anything or made a loud sound we would just run back to the cars and leave.

just driving down the road is when we would see the most zombies. they would run out towards the car from wherever they were, and chase us down the street until they disappeared in the rear view mirror. i don’t really remember most of the details from this part of the dream, except that my girl and i developed an obsession with home depot for several reasons. the door by the loading area was HUGE, so visibility was great (and that was our primary fear entering any structure). you could also drive a truck straight into home depot. we took tons of stuff. we took these giant plastic sheds and basically made a house ontop of our shell gas station. we also had a really good system for bringing stuff back – cause driving around attracted too many zombies. we would steal two cars and i would let her go ahead of me, and she would go up ontop of the gas station with her rifle… and then when i showed up (always had some zombies running after me), i would just drive around the gas pumps while she took shots at them. this was our protocol if we had anything following us within 1 mile of our home.

she didn’t like the corpses lying around our house, so i had a way of cleaning up. i had this giant hook on a stick that i had taken from somewhere (a butchery? who knows) and i would drag the bodies away from our home while my girl watched me through her scope. everything we did basically followed this pattern: one person in a good spot with a gun would watch the other person do whatever it is that needed done. i remember a detail here: we had this plastic trough down at pavement-level which was full of tools, and it was full of bleach+water, and it was where we would put any tool that had touched a corpse. we had another collection of tools that we left up at roof level. i dont remember setting this stuff up, but its clear we had tons of preparation & thought put into most things, and very strict protocols about how to get between roof level and pavement level.

ii. STUPID SURVIVORS

the next phase of the dream concerned some survivors we encountered. this clearly occurred many weeks after the, dream started if tracking time in a dream is worth anything. we basically had a house ontop of the shell roof at this point, and a bridge going from the gas pump roof to the convenience shop roof. one day, we saw 3 women in their 20s waving to us from an apartment that overlooked aurora and our gas station. the apartment looked kinda like nordheim court, and i could see the front door of the apartment by looking into the living room window. they had furniture stacked infront of the door. they shouted to us from their window. i don’t remember what they said, but my girl and i concluded we should rescue them. this dream is already getting too long, so ill cut out to what happened. i went over there and killed 3 zombies in the apartment building using a shotgun. i broke out the girls’ window and we strung a rope from their apartment to the covenience store roof (15 ft lower) and they came to join us. it was quickly apparent that these girls were a liability and had barely survived until now. an unknown amount of time passed, and the dream became lucid again because someone was screaming. i ran out of my shed with a shotgun in hand to see two of the girls screaming and looking over the edge of the convenience store. one was screaming at the other girl to “help her” (presumably the 3rd girl was on pavement level where i couldn’t see her). the girls pushed one of our ramp/ladder inventions off the edge. my girlfriend and i looked at each other, exchanging angry looks. i already had my gun and my girlfriend went to get hers. not too surprisingly, zombies ran up our ramp/ladder contraption (one of the zombies was the 3rd girl). one of the two surviving girls died right then. the last girl ran towards across the bridge between the two roofs. my girlfriend shot her in the head. she wasn’t going to make it to us, and even if she was, i didn’t care; i would’ve killed her myself.

we were gonna close our makeshift front door before she’d make it to us, and anyways, fuck her. i was actually scared in this part of the dream, and it had a nightmare flavor to it. this can be contrasted to the previous ‘vibe’ in the dream, where it was more about my girlfriend and i overcoming everything. my girl and i were backed up in our shed with our guns aimed at our front door as zombies tore through. we shot them systematically, killing somewhere around 10 in total. i went over to the door, stepping around the pile of corpses, studying it for movement. i looked up at my girl and she was loading her gun. my fear paired with the overall lucidity told me i was about to be punished. it was one of those dream things where you try not to think something cause you’re scared that thinking about it will manifest it. another zombie came inside over the pile (he had lagged behind, i guess) and almost got to me. my girl was screaming, and i blew its head off, effectively repainting our “kitchen.” we didnt want to touch anything nor walk over the pile of corpses to get out the main door – there was blood everywhere. i cut a hole in the side of our multi-shed house and we ducked out through it. we concluded that survivors were as likely to kill us as zombies. i remember having a discussion with her that if we found any more survivors this late in time, that they were probably crazy. she said she didn’t want to find a male survivor cause he would probably want to rape her and would try to kill me. we decided to move somewhere very very remote, no people, no zombies. both of us were really angry, i think i woke up briefly.

iii. ABANDON EVERYTHING — NEW BEGINNINGS?

the last phase of the dream doesnt really hold up to the same standard of detail as the things before it did. next thing i knew, we were driving through the desert… the earth was orange. we had been looking for houses with nothing around them. we found a two story house surrounded by very flat land and no plants. we must’ve been in southern utah or arizona or something. we boarded up the windows on the first floor and made the second floor our home. it had a deck with good visibility. there was nothing out here at all. we didn’t really do anything. we made one trip in to a nearby city to pickup canned food and gas for our generators, and i wanted solar panels but i couldn’t find any. we did find a letter written on cardboard in sharpie, explaining how to contact some guy on radio frequencies. this cardbaord sign was sitting infront of a supermarket and had a box FULL of radios infront of it. i took one of them and set it up at our house (despite our previous plan to avoid people). i was talking to 3 survivors on this radio thing when i woke up.

THINGS I SKIPPED:
– really long time spent shooting/practicing
– obsessive construction of ladders/ramps
– basically coming back with a different car every time
– falling in love w/ a car that had a sunroof (openable by remote) that you could get into while the doors were closed
– destroying the barrier in the middle of aurora
– hoarding tools, honda generators, and ice(?)
– transition from fear to matter of fact killing of scattered zombies (did some drive bys for amusement)
– removal of “cover” from roof line of sight
– discussion regarding if other nations were gonna bomb US population centers

LATTER PHASES:
– putting motion lights around the desert house
– telling a survivor to fuck off, but giving him 2 gallons of water