Most Bizzarre Dream I've Ever had

So i've had a lot of weird dreams but this was really something else, it almost felt like a bad trip, but not quite that bad. I've often found that REM and dream recall are usually increased with the use of melatonin, and the results are often very strange and unpredictable. Last night was no exception, and maybe the spicy sheetz sub right before bed was not helpful but here it is...

So the dream starts where i am at kind of a waiting room with my mom, there are a bunch of guys there that i used to know in the airforce, one of them I'll just call "Bass". Bass was probably one of the ones i was closer to so i began to confide in him. I ranted and raved about how terrible i felt about my failure to perform in the military, in the end ultimately failing basic training. He tries to console me but i keep going off about how my future is ruined and my oppurtunities for a great career and getting an education is gone. Obviously some repressed frustration are finally coming out of my subconscious into this dream.

So anyway my mom and i are seemingly on a road trip, i realize this is why we've stopped at this "waiting room" we then go to pick up food and one of my buddy's inside says he overheard our conversation and offers to take me to NYC, my favorite place to "let off some steam" (my subconscious reminding me that i still miss that place and the fond memories it holds for me) I immediately jump on the idea, a decision i'll come to regret.

As we are sightseeing by the waterfront of manhattan a creepy asian man approaches us and somehow lures us into his home. We found that there are several teenagers inside that "seem" pretty happy they are partying, playing loud music, and living it up. When the asian man heads out the other teenagers warn us that it is just a front. The man forces them to party and "behave like normal teenagers" but none of them are happy to be there. He often beats them, forces them to do things they dont want to do, never let's them leave the home (beating them if they do) and each night he picks one or more of them to be sexually molested. As they inform my buddy and I, we could be next at anytime, especially me because they say i kind of have a "baby face". They further warn me that oral is his favorite. So my buddy and i are freaking out. One of the kids says that anyone with leukemia needs to come upstairs for a "discussion" i want to get out of the room as the creepy asian man returns so i tell the kid i have leukemia, i just dont look like because im the "beginning stages"

we go upstairs and it is not really a discussion about leukemia, that was a front. The kids continue the warnings explaining that while the teens here look happy and normal they are basically the sick man's puppets. Most of them were normal kids but they are now drug addicts and alcoholics because it's so miserable here, and the drugs are the only escape the man provides. My buddy and i seize an oppurtunity as the asian man leaves the room again and burst throug the front door. I know we cant just leave those kids and my buddy calls the cops, thank you.

We wait on the street for the cops but they're taking too long, my buddy decides to go back to the house so he can distract the asian man (incase he becomes abusive because of our absence) while i will wait for the police. Finally the police arrive and i flagged them down in their NYPD Humvee. One is an older overweight gentleman while the other is a fit young asian guy. The older guy gets out and asks me to take him to the house, but one has to stay in the car. Unsure of the older man's fighting prowess I decide the young guy should come with me.
"I think it's better if he comes."
"Ok good idea." the older man says.
As I'm walking with the younger cop i notice him fiddling around with a pair of handcuffs, trying to open them with his key. You've got to be kidding me, "You dont know how to use them?" I asked.
"No, No" he says. "I'm just trying to remember the training, i just graduated academy."
"Oh great."
"Now where did i put my pepperspray?" he feels around various pockets until he finds it. I realize at this point i really should've let the old guy come with me, he would know what he was doing and could be more reliable. Too late now, we entered the house together.

The cop looked around at the partying teens and shrugged. "Nothing seems out of the ordinary here." he said looking at the creepy asian guy. "They're just kids."
"Im telling you they're held against their will, they're beaten, molested, and most of them have become drug addicts and scarred for life."
"Nah they're just kids." the cop leaves me baffled.
"Thank you officer." the creepy asian guy says, and then looks at me with an evil look. "You are a fool you know, that policeman is my brother!" he informs me as the officer departs. I was stunned and couldnt believe it, now i really wish I would've had the old guy come with me.

A little later the creepy asian guy allows the new teens in his home to make one last cellphone call to say goodbye to our parents or whatever. After this all contact with the outside world is gone and he will dismantle our phones. I am surprised he is dumb enough to let us make a call. I immediately dial 911. There are two girls around me silently hoping and praying, looks of anticipation on their faces. To our disappointment none of us can remember the address or even the street we are on. Curse my sense of direction! the 911 operator tries to trace the call but her device goes haywire.
"You really don't know where you are, hun?" she asks. "Are you at a jobcorp center?"
"Job Corps? No you're way off, I'm on manhattan, uh there's a body of water in front of the house, some shops, lots of street lights." I just described the whole area around the Hudson River. "Ok well hun i cant trace this call, figure out where you are and call back so we can send someone to you!"
I put my phone back as the asian man once again returns. He seems to thankfully forget his promise to confiscate and destroy our phones and instead gives us a lecture on some "new experiments" he wants to try. He shows us pictures of strange body parts he's added, extra eyes and noses, misshappen tongues, limbs in odd places. He essentially wanted to turn us into circus freaks.

When he left to answer his phone me and my buddy darted for the front door, escaping oncer again. Adrenaline was pumping at this point. He ditched me and took off, but i couldnt leave those kids. I ran for one of those 911 blueboxes they often had in the city. I asked a lady nearby what street were on, she showed me the street signs at a nearby intersection so i called the police, telling them exactly where we were. The lady on the other end of the line was forced to transfer me to the 911 supervisor at her station. The lady spoke with a thick asian accent and kept telling me to "Do what my honeybunny tells you."
"Oh great, the 911 lady is his girlfriend? Really?" the old lady nearby who helped me find the streetnames just stood there smiling as if she couldnt hear my conversation but thought i was just the sweetest dear while i slammed down the phone and ran to find someone in this miserable city who wasnt clueless.

Finally I bumped into Steve Wilkos. He'll deal with this creepy asian guy! Maybe he'll have him on his show, hahaha that will put a stop to this and expose him for who he really is. Steve would be the only guy not to fool around. steve then proceeded to show me his extra eyeballs, which opened up underneath his eyelids. then he stuck out two tongues, one with a little mouth and eyes, and actually talked. I remembered the creepy asian guys experiments.
"You gotta be kidding me!" the whole city stopped as time froze. "You gotta be kidding me!!" I suddenly became so angry that i barely noticed realizing this whole thing was a dream and thus becoming lucid. "THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST RETARDED DREAM I'VE EVER HAD!! I MEAN WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT!" I kicked over a street light. "WHO COMES UP WITH THIS CRAP. I MEAN COME ON!!! NO MATTER WHAT I DO I CAN'T WIN. IT'S LIKE PLAYING SKYRIM WITHOUT CHEATS!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!! IM DONE, IM JUST FREAKING DOWN!!!"

Obviously my rant attracted unwanted attention as the creepy asian guy came out from his lair. We stared each other down western style and for a moment engaged what could be called a Mexican stand-off. Ironic, one of the kids i befriended inside was Mexican, I completely randomly thought. ADD carries over into dreams aparently.

So finally i began to shout and he began to shout. Kiyyyaaaa!!! KAAAAMMMEEEE AAAAAA MEEEEEE HAAAAAA!!!! We began to engage in a stereotypical but not at all racist "Dragon Ball Z" Style duel until i finally woke up wondering what the heck just happened.

Moral of the story: Melatonin is one heck of a drug!

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Dreamcatcher and recent dream

Recently my mother and I discovered the power of the classic native american dreamcatcher. Legends and folklore say that this Native American tool, the dream catcher will enable the user by hanging it on his bed to have only good dreams. Bad dreams will be caught in the net placed in the eye of the relic while good dreams will easily slide off and into the users mind via the feather at the end of it. While this tool has not helped us to avoid bad dreams, it has substantially increased the number of dreams we have each night. The dreamcatcher you see above is one my mother gave me, she has her own. I believe it was sort of a gimmick stocking stuffer, and is much smaller than usual dreamcatchers, but the principle is the same.

As I mentioned it has so far not filtered out nightmares for me personally. Also while I have it hung over my bed my mother simply keeps it beside her bed on a nightstand, and both of us have reported the same results: more dreams every night. This is I think an excellent tool for beginner lucid dreamers, as it will increase the number of dreams you remember having.

Dream recall was extremely weak, unfortunately. I remember having dreams and vage recollections of scenery, but partly due to a lack of discipline and partly due to having so many dreams to remember each night and feeling overwhelmed I have not remembered details.

However, with very little focus, my dream recall has been improving, and I do recall semi-vivid details of one dream I had yesterday. (also I am a day sleeper and very busy when I wake up at night, making this more difficult) Anyway my dream went as follows:

I was back at Job Corps(an educational/vocational program I attended a couple years ago) with a few female friends. The dream started out during the day but day quickly turned to night, and it became dark more quickly than I thought normal. Of course not being lucid enough to realize it, I continued the dream, alas another missed dreamsign. I was with one friend whom I will simply call Linda for the sake of this blog. I discovered that Linda was "Bi" attracted to both men and women. As me and the females sat around talking, laughing, and joking around I blurted out this fact in a joking manner. Everyone went solemnly silent. They stopped cold, and stared at me intently as if I said something terrible. Linda then began to throw a tantrum.

"Beaver! That was our secret, how could you do this to me?"

"I didnt know it was a secret, besides we were just joking around."

"No way that aint nothin' to joke about Beaver." another female put in.

"That's just ignorant telling her secret! She trusted you!" said another. I felt terrible and the ladies continued to dig into me no matter how profusely I apologized. Finally she stormed away back to cabin-like dormitory. The interior was mostly wood and very run down, but again I thought nothing of it.

"I'm sorry Linda, you know what you're right that was a terrible mistake, I was a bad friend, and I'm sorry!" I said to her. "And you know what? I don't care what those girls think of me, I just want you to be ok, cause I value our friendship."

She smiled and calmed down. "You are a good friend Beaver, it's ok. I forgive you."

Another dream then occurred almost instantly. This where the dreamcatcher failed to stop a nightmare. I was in my bedroom waking up (false awakening) and as I rose from my bed I saw a wasp on my foot. I tried to stay still, frozen in fear. I could practically feel my skin crawling. Fortunately there was a can of wasp spray nearby. I grabbed it and as I do in waking life drenched the bee in the deadly poison, I totally over did what was needed to kill it, just in case. To my horror another wasp appeared on my hand. I sprayed that one too. Then another came and landed on the floor, I sprayed that one. Then one appeared on a nearby wall, and so on and so forth. I kept spraying them, terrified and frustrated. Where were they coming from and why won't they die? I repeated this process until at last I woke up.

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Trouble In The Hood

Last night I had a dream that I visited an old friend of mine in NYC, for some reason once again (as has occurred in past dreams) he was now living the projects. After parking my car and securing my gun (not owned in waking life but in the dream) by tucking it in the back of my pants, I entered the projects. I wasn't sure which apartment was his so I simply proceeded up the stairwell. When I reached the top floor I was confronted by some young men. They asked me why I was there several times, especially emphasizing "Why would a white guy be in the hood at this time of night?" Looking at a nearby clock I was startled to realize it was close to midnight, which was far later than I planned to stay. They then proceed to shove me and ask me more questions. I addressed them respectfully, even remembering my "Yes sir"s and "No Sir"s at the end of each sentence. When i was finally knocked on the floor by a final shove the young man in front of me shouted out to his friends "Yo! Someone bring me my gat!" By then I knew this was going to be a fatal situation. I discreetly, but quickly reached for my gun, and shot at the assailant in front of me, I fired about three times (in the police academy they teach you three shots to sink the body-mass) and returned to my feet and immediately retreated down the stairs. One of the apartment doors in the hallway was mysteriously open and there was my friend sleeping inside. He saw me and greeted me warmly in surprise. He asked me if I was coming to visit him. I promised I would return tommorrow and we would hang out. I tried to act as if nothing had happened to shield him from the reality of the situation. Then I exited the building as soon as possible and retreated to my car and woke up...

The World of Akarosh

Last night i was wandering in my dream when suddenly a voice guided me to a portal which it said would take me to a deeper layer within my dream world, a world within a world it said. The voice warned me that this world was much more real than my regular dream world and if something bad happened i could be harmed in real life, but the reverse was true as well. I went to a kitchen within this world, but it had been ramsacked by some outside force so I had to use the spare. The voice told me that if I ate something here it would nourish me in real life. I looked in the fridge only a bunch of wraps were there, containing lunchmeat and fresh vegatables. I took a bite of a strange looking wrap filled only with olives. It was disgusting. The cook nearby informed me that the olives represented eyes and served as a warning to someone that they were being watched and destruction was coming their way. He assured me the wrap was not for me but for another and i put the wrap back and continued on my way...

After exploring the complex within this world i eventually awoke...

Mini Bootcamp

I dreamed last night that as part of the ritual of entering military service i had to go to a nearby airforce base in the area and experience a sort of mini bootcamp. We spent most of the time standing at attention, remaining silent, and practicing marching, though there was ample leisure time as well. There was a small group watching tv when the DI left and so I joined them, silently and stoically i looked at the tv but i had no idea what they were watching and didnt much care. At some point i decided to go the bathroom and I blacked out.

I woke up and somehow i ended up in the brig, a little prison cell of sorts. I realized i had mistaken the brig for a bathroom area (since there was a toilet within) and to my horror i accidentally locked myself in. There was a button to buzz the font desk in case this happened, but unfortunately the button just lit up the cell and generated a computer voice saying, "Not to worry, we are confident that you can learn to march from behind bars" so i sat on the cott and sighed, resigned to my fate.

Finally, the DI returned from his break and released me from the room and gathered the others to finish our drills. He didnt seem to think it strange at all that i was in there in the first place, though i remember him sighing and rolling his eyes as if this happened all the time with new recruits.

Noahs girlfriend Lita showed up along with my mother to see march, but while other new recruits were being picked up by their parents, my mother left me there. I then heard various women's voices in my head reciting what seemed to be a poem entitled "Decant The Rant" assuring me it was ok, and this journey for the betterment of my soul, and all would be well etc.

They left me to my misery, but Lita promised to return to pick me up, and left her cellphone nearby, instructing me to watch it. The DI saw her and greeted her warmly, laughing, as if she were a "regular customer" here, probably from when she picked Noah up before he left for bootcamp. He teased her saying she was early, and didnt get off work for another hour. She explained she was on break, but assured me she would be back for me after work, and once again reminded me to watch her cellphone.

The DI then took us all aside and gave us a lesson in Christianity. Most of the recruits scoffed at him silently, but i listened with keen interest as he told the story of his daughter who was a devout Christian. He said she was so sincere and strong in her faith that she would often glow slightly, and when she left that glow would stay in the eyes of a person she talked to until they followed it to church to find the presence of God. As i said most of the recruits scoffed at the stories he told and the faith he held. I felt like I was the only Christian there.

We took another break of leisure time and one of the recruit, a large, built, and rather hairy fellow discovered a small metal sphere. It was referred to as a "religious matrix", which i suppose allowed one to experience his religion in 3d. The recruit, being a satanist typed into the marix "666" and we watched together. Profoundly realistic 3d images then ensued and we watched together. They mostly depicted torture, and various emo/dominatrix themed images and spectacles. I couldnt stand to watch it anymore so when he wasn't looking i typed in my own religious code "777". There were then images of Jesus Christ himself, both serious movies, and childrens cartoons telling the story of Christ flashed before us. My satanist friend was not impressed, but walked away huffing, puffing, rolling his eyes, muttering and mocking as he went.

I once again felt alone as I enjoyed the religious matrix, when suddenly someone joined me. There was some cartoon that first resembled southpark at first glance, but actually became more like Ren and Stimpy, then Rocco's Modern Life. Whatever the cartoon was it depicted a quaint show where a few children were misunderstanding the concept of imitating Christ. They waited for Jesus to arrive in Jerusalem and discussed how when he came they would simply copy everything he did. My new friend watched the cartoon with keen and sincere interest. We did not say a word to each other, both nervous and unsure of how to behave in this military environment, but nonetheless a silent bond formed, only from enjoying an entertainment piece from our mutual faith, juvenile as it may have been. He was the only other Christian there, i could sense it. Upon wondering what his name was i began to focus as if silently and psychically asking, and it was revealed to me his name was Jose'. As a silent connection of friendship formed between us I suddenly felt at ease and wondered if I might form other such bonds when actually in bootcamp.

Lita finally showed up and took me home. Upon returning my mother explained that she would've come to pick me up herself, but she just wanted me to know what it felt like to "make it back on my own" and I at last woke up...

1 Corinthians 10:13

Last night right before 4 am i fell asleep on the couch. I fell into a dream where i was sitting on the porch swing in front of our house. An old friends voice came through my phone. it didnt ring, and when i checked no call as connected. His voice simply went through the phone miraculously, clear as day as if he say beside me.
'I thought you never wanted to talk to me again..." i said sadly.
"I dont," he answered. "But i had to. You have to move on, go on without me. Live your life to the fullest." we talked for a few moments, mostly idle conversation. He told me he still wasnt ready to forgive me. I wanted to ask why, what did I do to make him so angry that year ago? I didn't bother, knowing he wouldnt answer. He encouraged me to pray and seek God, and try to aloow Him to heal me, and help me move on. "Like it says in 1 Corithinthians 10:13..." he said. he quoted a few other verses to me as well, but i couldnt remember them. He also assured me that in heaven, when the world was recreated, and God reunited us, all would be well. Perhaps then, we could reconcile and be friends again. I felt myself waking up. He said he had to put the phone down now and dial 911. Did I say something to grieve him? i wondered. Or perhaps something bad was happening on the other line, something i might never know about, something God has not yet allowed me to understand. I needed to find out what was going on, but I was awakening. I still had so many question, so much I needed to learn from this dream. Couldn't I at least get closure? Fate forced me eyes open, and i was stuck with naught but that verse in my head to take from the experience...


No temptation[a] has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted[b] beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted,[c] he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.

What did it mean?

Is there still some faint connection, or was God simply trying to reach me with a familiar voice? Either way what was i being told, and what does it all mean...?