Dream log -Sen

*Dream from two nights ago*
I dreamt I was looking up at the pitch black sky in my dreams, then the sky begin bending inward toward me, it came down and I saw it was as a pitch black tar, swirling and pulsing like pherofluid.
It clung to me and swallowed me up. Everything else is just a blur of consciousness fading in and out.
I remember seeing things from real life fading in and out, seeing someone look at me in a fright. I almost awoke to sleep paralysis but kept my eyes shut tight. Shut tight
*Dream from last night*
In my sleep I was at a church, celebrating the easter sunday. I felt I was shorter then usual, so it was I looked down and saw I was indeed a child.
Sitting upon a pew, I fell into a sleep, a dream in a dream.
I felt my consciousness drift and settle upon someone who was not myself, but I saw things from his eyes.
He was a monk, dressed in red, similar to a buddhist. He sat around a great black pot with three others. In this pot was boiling a subs


Had a dream. Sister and mother were there, at a foreign monastery.
Lined with statues

Walking back behind it it simply opened up to a lush river running through a giant sunlit tree.
The father came walking through the glen, crossed the river at a shallow place and sat in the branches of the great tree.
I took pictures of it, the way the light hit the huge platform of branches was remarkable.
I want to return there someday. It was peaceful.

Against the backdrop of a thousand stone dolls.
The father walked back into the church.
Following shortly thereafter the pope drew by, and I knelt low, burying my face into the tilework.

My mother called to me.
She would have me take my sister into an awaiting car, from their room in the upper monastery.
My sister threw a fuss. I had to keep throwing stuff into the car as she threw it out of the car. I grew a bit impatient. And tossed a load of stuff at her.
A friend approached me an chastised me.
I sighed and loaded the things in more carefully as she continued tossing them out.
he said that i had grown more patient, and sheathed a pistol he had drawn
My video games finally rested in the car.
My mother announced that I alone would care for my sister.
    Absurd, with what balance would I be able to care for her, let alone myself?

I said my confession in the confessional anger rage, hate and a tad of lust. My penance was stupid.
Im not watching Rurouni Kenshin.

Dreamt of Sotc and of many collossi not in the game.
Dreamt of a minecraft world
Dreamt of Souls, an area with many Chasms
invading and killing a man in the same area. He backtraced my IP and tried to gain control of my character after laying a tempban of 75 invasions on me, but forceclosing the game saw his plan up in smoke
Dreamt of ff7, but it was more like a 2d game than 3d

Dreamt my mother and tim sold everything i owned, i went to their new two section townhouse duplex feeling confrontational. Did they even know the worth of what they threw away
Security chased me off.
Depressed I wandered and wandered
 finding myself in the commercial district,
I bumped into Brandon Grierson and cousin, coming in from college area. We took an elevator through the halls of tall buildings.
It was somewhat broken and the button would have to be hammered at times.
Coming out to the mall area
It was a warzone outside and I grabbed a chernobog as cousin and Grierson fought off assholes.
Wandering the libraries, the twilight streets, the great grassed campus of the college, the empty streets.
O was back in shirley. Dad and sister were there. Old man was half asleep on the couch and informed me of my upcoming work at that office in 9 days. Checking the calendar I saw all the previous days I had worked there in dreams and the ones at the grocer and other jobs. They were to retrain newer hires for two days
I remember back to how I slept through one of the days in my cubicle and how i was not prepared to work there at all. I stood up and walked out to get some food while contemplating what i was going to do. Almost no money just like irl.

Dressing in a change of Danis clothes I wandered out onto the twilight street to go to subway

Music drifting across my mind
Im fly flying away like a wind in the night. Im dream dreaming of darkness again.



Shopping in a used clothing store.
Leather cowboy hats and ponchos. Line one wall
The bathroom in the back is broken and flooding with water.

Staring at an ingenious gauntlet design. The wrist plate has straps for hooking into metal plated leather strips leading to a metal plated leather sleeve that zips closed. Vertical metal strips for mounting heavier armor.
The wrist is attached to a Leather glove with metal bands and clasps that can mount individual metal fingers and a sewn in plate across the back

Sitting in my Dark room.
I have guests.
A young girl.
A young man playfully peeking around the corner.
I go to him and he comes into the room.
There are more people in wait at a campfire outside.


Sadness.
Sailing far away to a farther away country. My mother spiriting me away yet again.
My sister in tow.
A small knife and chain in hand, a reminder of the outside.
I remember the real world and dont wish to be stuck here again.

There is a person who I tried to message again and again. They are gone. I am filled with grief.
The days turn to weeks to a year.
Though I am only sitting here in sadness.

Taking the wheel, there are sniper bullets flying.
I respond with fire of my own, before diving down the side of the building. I jump into an awaiting war machine and plow through person after person. Its only a game.

The painted faced long fingered murderer coming through the mirror in the quarantine zone. Contamination.

Dreamt of someone who was a friend dying under a snowy sky with one last smile on his baggy eyed face. A good friend of his stood next to him, each of us holding one of his large, rough hands. It was a sore sight to see, he had a good heart.

Dreamt of a school
Cafeteria in the middle of a courtyard enclosed by glass and three floors with railings overlooking.
The chem class is hard.
The pieces of my sword are in my bag, rattling slightly
Stop staring at me young lady, theres a presentation.

Swiping in the dark with a spear against a gunman lit by only his muzzle flash.

Hiding in a manse among a set of armor. Ancient swprds held closely

Sleep paralysis
Shut your eyes tight. The static draws close.
But I dream waking my blade is drawn close. Here it is here it is, such a comfort holding the wooden form close to my body, and I fade away into sleep. When I wake it was never there, but still such a comfort driving away that tall shadow.


A game wherein you roll and draw to inconvenience your opponent as you build ever skyward

Dreaming of my death. Staggering homeless along the street, one of my legs failing. Dragging along.
Then upon my knees, then upon my arms. I reach the summit, of burning trash in a dirty alley, and die.

The sword is coated in white paint and rust. This manse is haunted with staggering armored men. I tighten the cords of the great and long blade. It basks keenly in the light, ready to cut.

Dreams of where I used to be so long ago, playing in the yard. But A man sits and analyzes me from his chair. I dont want him to be here.

The cold snow, in the dark, with bodies eviscerated. Unrecognizable forms.
Cold eyes pointed in horror skyward.

The lady ran as far as she could. I could feel her horror.
Screeches in the night of hundreds more dying and windows being smashed in as I stood in the frozen path, away from the town

I saw bodies of a child away in a shed, the murderer staring hollow from the window of the abandoned flaking and graffiti covered house deep in the sideroads.

Will I be the next victim, staring my killer in the eyes.

Bouts of panic and staring at numbers. Counting the cost of living on my own. And melting from every day into the next.

Staring at overdue books in the room. Crossing to the next room
I see john sitting by a finally empty coffee table with an open knife empty forty ounce and his head in his hands, contemplating the end.

Her skull lied upon that island, brains eaten and hollow, they convicted the man and he was locked away for good.

My father was with an extraordinarily sexual woman, whod leave smut and filth everywhere. His abuses got worse and worse. No one believed me when I hoped to escape his grasp. Looking upon the breaking dawn of the water and the great bridge, fearsome and giant eels floating through the floridian water, i decided to make my leave.

I dreamt that the Korean leader was assassinated at a gathering with the president and Hilary by a rogue ex army soldier. The world watched in horror, drone cameras zooming into the footage. This is the worst possibility that could ever happen and must be prevented at all costs.


I had a dream I was playing yugioh against some random dude I was hanging out with and triplestacked megamorph with a monster cards innate ability and dealt like 18000 damage


Huh i can feel my self dying
Cold cold cold so cold
The sand on the beach is soft, the water is warm
I am so very cold. The sky is dark.


I can see the future. But my lack of outrospection in day to day life prevents me from seeing or reading anything other than the mundane, or game related bullcrap.


Fucking John.
He brought me to a movie theater, then while the seats were arranged, stole my damn money and left me there.
The night stretches infinitely and I am miles from home.
I hate my old man.

Mundane dreams. The train station mall again. Why do people stare so much.
Am I strange to them? Even in dreams I cant escape these eyes.

Finally going blind. The viscera drips outta my socket, a black pool of ferrofluid. I feel it possessing and eating away at the places around me. I eat. I scream. I eat.

I am crying awake. The dream is not remembered, only a deep feeling of loss.


Why dont I see him in my sleep. I search and find nothing.

Overdue books, the kennel with a starving lapdog, the dark room, a candle for light. Stop this I dont want to be here.