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2007-12-04 ????hrs
Friends and I were scuba diving (really odd since that something I’ve always wanted to do up until a bout with double-pneumonia in 1999). We were on a recovery mission for a WWII sunken ship, we saw dozens of drowned naval personnel, undecayed by time and the water. We got to the far inside of the ship found what we were looking for and upon starting our return, we noticed the corpses were had either decayed (~70 years since we just saw them in perfect condition) or missing altogether. Just prior to exiting the ship we heard a noise behind us and when I turned to look, I was grabbed on my shoulder by the decayed hand of one of the corpses. It was trying to pull me back into the ship, drag me down with the rest of them. (Details are a little fuzzy as the account of this dream was written from memory 1½ years after having the dream.)
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2008-02-09 ??
I was in a world where vampires and werewolves were working together to kill me. (sorry I don’t recall many more details of this dream. I couldn’t even remember it a couple weeks later until someone reminded me of it (I should’ve started this journal long ago).
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2008-04-18
Dreamt that I saw Rachael (finally I saw something pararnormal). I was up in that room, at the foot of the bed. Rachael glided towards me in from outside the 3rd floor window, across the floor, with arms wide open to hug me. I knelt down, opened my arms to hug her back. When she got about 3 feet away, her wide open arms closed to have her hands start choking me. This was the 1st time I was unable to wake up from a dream since.... oh 1993 or 1994. I could feel her hands tightening her grip on my throat, choking the life out of me. Even though I knew (or had thought this was a dream, I started gasping for breath and started worrying this house, and Rachael, had actually taken me down. I was unable to speak, unable to scream for help, unable to wake-up. What was going to happen to me?!
I awoke a few moments later, in a cold sweat gasping for breath (not that I actually had been choked, but from the sheer terror I had exeprienced, and believe it or not, NOT from Rachael choking me, but because I was unable to wake up from the dream when I wanted to, as I’ve been able to do for so many years now (I got into lucid dreaming while in the U.S. Army and enjoy it a lot. Since being proficient with lucid dreaming this was the 1st time I ‘lost’ control of my dreams and unable to wake up -trust me, when you’re used to being able to control your dreams, suddenly not having such control its very frightening.)
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2008-05 or 06
This dream is going to be VERY DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN, but I’ll try as best I can...
This is how the dream took place: read the paragraphs as follows:
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I was in the desert of some sort... there was a house, as I walk toward it, I kept getting further away from it. I started to run to the house, but fell off a cliff (which wasn’t there a moment ago). As I fell, I tried to wake up, but no luck - I actually hit the ground. it was black. I didn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything, nothing... then I found myself lying on the ground. I looked up to where I thought I fell from; Whew... it was only about 20-30 feet high... Ok, no problem, I thought, It’s possible I could fall that distance and survive.As I lay there on the ground, I tried to get move, to get up, but I couldn’t. I was immobile. I started worrying if I had broken my back from the fall.
All of a sudden I heard screeching! I looked in front of me and realize I was laying on pavement, a road just off the cliff I had fallen. The screeching was the sound of an old pick-up truck (say, mid/late 60s era, possibly older, I’m not sure I’m not really a auto-buff but I know it was quite old). This pickup truck was trying to stop and avoid hitting me (I hope). Its brakes locked and began to fishtail to its left. Nope, no chance it would stop in time. HELP! I kept thinking/saying, but nothing, no sounds came out of me... I wanted to wake up, but it wasn’t happening. I saw the right-front tire locked solid from the brakes, skidding right to me, Again, I tried yelling - Time’s up, It skid right over my head...
Silence.... no sounds, no nothing... God, am I dead.... is this what it’s like when you die? It’s so quiet. Where’s everyone I know that’s already passed on? Why aren’t they here to meet me? Where’s the light at the end of the tunnel, where’s the tunnel? Oh crap... What if I don’t get to go “up there”? What if, <gulp>, I go “down there”? Where’s the fire? wait... what’s that.....
I wasn’t dead. no, not dead, thank goodness.... but, where was I? and what just happened?
As the darkness faded to light, I was being walked down a long corridor, a place I’ve never been or seen. I was being escorted by persons I could not see, at least, not their faces; I mean I could look at them and their faces, but there was nothing there. We walked for about 400 yards or so (not that I measured it, mind you.... but from what I recall about what I was looking at and everything my mind was processing I figured it would be about that length). At the end of the walk, they positioned me against a translucent wall, like frosted glass almost. They then clamped my hands down, up over my head, then next my feet. I was given a mouth piece to bite on. The escorts then walked to the other side of the area, put what appeared to be welding goggles on, and then I see one of them motion to their left, my right. I looked to my right and saw one pull a lever, and then I started convulsing horribly. Jeezus, I was being electrocuted! Like some sick experiment. I remember they flipped the switch 3-4 times before I actually died. Just prior to the last switch-flip, one of them came over to me, looked at me as if he were checking a batch of bacon in the microwave - Then the last switch-flip.... I remember feeling blood coming out my eyes (obviously I couldn’t see that, but from what I experienced in the dream so far I think blood would’ve been appropriate).
(The rest of this dream is a bit fuzzy, as I was still trying to retain everything that had occurred thus far. Yes, I can do that in my dreams. I think at this point, I started to realize it was a dream and I wasn’t going to actually die. WHEW! I do, however, remember being burned, drowned, quartered and dissected, but not necessarily in that specific order).
Towards the end of the dream I discovered I was a human guinea-pig. Apparently, I was one of the remaining humans on the planet (either they were aliens or future humans - don’t ask, I was still trying to control myself, trying to remember this was a dream.)
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2008-04-18
It was about 6:30am... I was unable to sleep, but continued laying there, hoping I would doze off. I remember hearing someone walking on the 2nd floor hallway, from Rachael’s room to the bathroom, then back again a few moments later.
BAM! I started getting sucked into the bed, or between it and the wall to its right (or left, whichever... the right side as your laying on the bed facing up, ok?). I was being pulled down into.... whatever (The closest I can describe it is, imagine you’re Johnny Depp in “Nightmare on Elm street” and it’s your death scene). I was screaming for help, but making no sound, I was attempting to hit the wall to alert others in the house, but my hits weren’t making any noise. I was slowly being pulled down into the void. I couldn’t get anyone’s attention to help me.
Eventually, I woke from this dream, saying ‘holy crap’ to myself, thinking, “That was unreal... I can’t believe that occurred....” Whew... it was just a dream... I blinked a few times, sat up, then reshifted and lay back down.... BAM! it happened again... almost immediately I was being dragged back down into the void. I was again unable to make any noise, no voice, no sounds hitting the wall. When will this end?!?! HELP!......
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2009-06-06 after 8:30am
I had a dream where my mouth was full of.... well, I’m not sure, but suffice to say it seemed like fish eggs, or caviar, or possibly pearl-sized phelgm. I was bent over trying to cough it all out, reaching in with my right hand yanking out gobs of this stuff, yet never able to clear my throat/mouth. the more I cleared out, the more appeared, replacing what I had just cleared.
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