I saw this weeks ago , but didn't have time for uploading it So... I was a guard and a NKVD/KGB agent , Everything was like late ww2 or around 1946/47. There was a big railway and a grain elevator neighboring it There were many other guards and NKVD officers , we were all dressed in combat uniform and helmet , We should take care of the railway station and grain elevator , and we were informed that someone wants to do dangerous things there , I was guarding around , and then I went into the railway station and take a look at trains there Then I went to stairs to the underground , I went down and I saw a big water pipe has exploded and lots of water is coming out heavily , I turned on the alarm and called the other guards All of us tried to stop the water coming out , then we put some wooden stuff into the pipe for stopping the water , and we heard gunshots outside , we all ran up of stairs and got out of railway station , we saw some men with guns who killed few officers , we beagb to run around , take cover , shout , and shoot our guns .... We began to fire , I killed two of those men , and other guards killed some other men , and the remaining hostiles began to ran from us , we chased them and fired at them , they ran into grain elevator , we stopped outside and began to get ready for attacking inside , suddenly we heard gunshots inside , then few dead bodies of workers from there were dropped down from windows , then lots of flames came out of that window , the mans set the whole building on fire and killed the workers , we put on gas masks and began to shout , then we attacked inside , everywhere was filled with gas and smoke and flames , we ran up stairs , and those men took cover and began to fire at us , we fired at them , then we saved few workers and took them down stairs , then we ran into railway and broke all stuff we put into water pipe , and took some buckets and filled them with water and ran into grain elevator for taking out fire , I went and came few times with bucket , and when I was again running into railway station for getting water , I saw some more men setting the railway station on fire , I shouted some bad words and fired at them , then I quickly took out fire in the railway station , then again I went to grain elevator and helped other guards for taking out fire , but it didn't work , and we saw the fire getting bigger and then the way to stairs was closed , we jumped out of windows in turn , the whole building was ruined , we quickly ran to train station for protecting it , lots of men attacked the station and a heavy firefight begun , everyone were firing , after some heavy combat , we killed many of them and arrested 10 men , we took them to kolkhoz (collective farm) and then took them into NKVD outpost for reporting about things happened , after the officers took the men to interrogation room , we heard a loud explosion , we quickly ran out and saw big smokes coming of railway station , we rode trucks and called for reinforcements and firefighters , many prople from Kolkhoz came there for seeing what is going on , many guards and agents and officers were there , everything was messed up , there were lots of dead bodies and lots of burnt things.....
Back to the park I saw the guys from the bar again, they said the bar closed and moved to another place. They were mad at me idk why. In the end I found my aunt Ale who was wearing her blue long bathrobe, we were running away, in order to do that we needed to go through the dancing competition. So we started dancing and spinning around until I realized that we needed a car. I stepped on the robe making ale fall down on purpose, she cried and the park staff gave me a special car to move around. I putted ale a helmet, got on the little car and drove full speed. I kind of didn’t followed the rules so little car patrols were chasing us. We went through a chocolate filled. And ate as much as we could, in the end we found a big chocolate door with marshmallows. Then I woke up.
My dream starts at 4:00am while I was in my REM stage. I woke up for a second and went back to bed and be part of my dream (not just remembered it) I was driving, even though, I couldn’t control my actions I felt I decided if I needed to go from right and left. I had a GPS that took me to a park in Canada. When I arrived i saw a big pool and iron mans wife swimming with a black bathing suit. Then, iron man appeared and saw me watching “hey kid, do you wast anything to eat?” Ha asked and took me to a Chinese restaurant, in which I found some members of my family. They were ordering food, I wanted rice with shrimp but accidentally they brought me noodles. My cousin told me that I was eating her dads food, so I gave what was left to him. With a tortilla he made a huge burrito and started eating. It was my cousins birthday so we danced on the table to celebrate. Afterwards, I saw a bookstore near a bad looking bar. I came inside the bar and met a couple of guys (I’ve never seen before) the wanted me to play pool, but I truly just wanted to go to the library. Ironically, i was searching for books that guide me to lucid dream more. They said it was ridiculous and that I was dumb, except for one girl who followed me. The library looked like a big safari, they Were random people who told you “what do you need?” And they brought me the books, but all I needed to do was to explore the place and admire the animals. There was an evil ma who killed animal and took women to a room, he came after me, hunting me like if I was an animal. So, as soon as the guy brought me 5 books that I needed I left the place and he left me be.
Last night I saw myself coming across a big wooden box standing on four legs it was covered up when I uncovered it the table box was full of tan kittens, black rabbits and black Guinea pigs I let the animals free and the kittens went under there mothers belly to nurse why the kittens were tan and the other animals were black I have no idea.
Morning of January 13, 2019. Sunday. Dream #: 19,018-02. Reading time: 1 min 35 sec. I am uncertain of the backstory, but I go up in a manned satellite with three unfamiliar men who are all close to twenty years of age. One man is more to my left, one to my right, and one in front of me. All face away from me. We are in orbit around Earth. I have concerns at times, as there does not seem to be a roof above us. The men on the left and right have small shields in front of them, though they do not fully cover the area. The man in front of me sits before a window that also does not encompass the satellite’s walls. I consider that there may be a force field around our craft so that we are not exposed to outer space, though this remains unknown. I also think that the satellite is incomplete but will be complete soon. I notice an irregular hole on the left side of the window. Its shape is like the letter “Z,” though backward and tilted to the left. It is about a foot and a half in height. I can discern the edges of the glass, which seems at least an inch thick. I do not feel much concern about it or make any mention of what would logically be a problem. (A force field, if present, would cover the hole.) My conscious self identity is not extant, and there is no emotion. I wonder if I should give instructions to any of the men, but I do not say anything. Eventually, I notice that we are only a short distance above a forest. I think it is unusual and wonder how we are floating as such and what is going on, though I do not say anything. Outer space dreams are not very common, though this one is a form of [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation]. This imaginary scene is strange on one level because of the three simulacra. I am assuming they correlate with the three sleeping positions I enter, back and left and right sides, though I sleep mostly on my left. Typically there is only one vestibular system simulacrum to represent the return to correlation with legitimate physicality (in contrast to the fictitious body of the dream state), but this heat makes me restless at times. Being closer to Earth is being closer to returning to waking life.
Their where three main characters, a man middle age tall, a woman also middle age, blond looked like someone from the hood, and an elk.The elk was some kind of hitman/assin he would go around killing inisent people. One day he kidnaped a kid he looked like about 7. He kept him locked up in his house but faked becoming best friends with the kid and then one day just stabbed him in the head with one of his antelrs. It was one of the groosemist dreams I have ever had. The wierdest part is that in the town I live in their is a secreate organization called the elks.
I was wearing a red dress. I felt confident with it, i danced and moved around so everyone could see it. We were at a family reunion, the stripes of the dress broke down... my boobs were showing a looooot!! In front of everyone!! And I was like “ooopsie daisy!” So calmly 😂 my uncles covered their eyes and everyone tried to fixed it but it was impossible. Later on, I was sleeping on my grandmothers laps. And everyone started criticizing me because I told something to my grandma, maybe I shouldn’t have said it... but i did. I listened at their critics but pretended to sleep. someone commented a rude thing that made me cry and leave the place.
I had a dream about a planet ruled by two different kind of aliens, the blue shiny aliens and the chewy green ones. The whole planet was divided in half, and the nation worked like this: if a green alien crosses the blue field it will be eliminated and so must the blue one if it goes to the other side. But there were no boundaries for a small group of 3 mixed aliens. The city looked polluted, the buildings had uncommon shapes and sizes. The 3 friends use to gather up inside an abandoned building at the border. One night, they realized the abandoned building was a scientific lab. They started to play with old inventions, wearing strange armours and drinking potions. Accidentally, the potions gave them abilities, for example, one of them was the luckiest alien on the planet. The other one sometimes... as for the last one, the green alien, had the worst luck on earth. He would trip with his own feet! However, they didn’t care and continued looking around. Until the unlucky guy, as he wore an special suit that had a button that could call another alien species, a badass killer type. He was trapped inside the suit, somehow it took over his mind. It also had the power to control other aliens minds. “Follow my steps” he ordered to the not so lucky alien and he obey. The alien killer species looked like huge mosquitos, they were orange, their eyes looked like flashing lights. And their skin had a Ground beef texture. (Really creepy). In waking life, I had a narrator perspective, meaning I could see from any place I wanted.. somehow I was able to control it. Back to my dream, during the war the two types of aliens worked together and fought against the orange mosquitos. Mixing their abilities and technology to win the battle. In the meantime, the green kid struggled to take the suit off. I felt adrenaline during my dream, i was part of it... it was like going to the movies. Unfortunately, someone woke me up and I couldn’t finish it.
last night i dreamed of jogging through the local mall naked. i got uncomfortable stares from people and some lewd comments from men,but it did not bother me in fact i felt so excited like i was a kid again. i felt no shame or embarrassment only joy. in the dream my body began to glow a bright light ,a sort of strange bio-luminescence so that i no longer needed cloths. it felt so relaxing and i felt this incredible freedom from guilt,shame and all pain. i had a happy and giddy feeling and i was almost bubbly when i woke up.
In this dream I had a horrible, horrible migraine, which is odd, because I didn't have one irl. I usually only dream of migraines when I am actually having one, which is frequently. I had to go to a chiropractor's office, because my regular doctor was closed, or something. I was in awful pain, but the chiropractor's wife (which is someone I know irl) got me set up for some new meds. I got the script and left to go pick it up with my husband and kids. It took a really long time, and my husband kept stopping to do other errands and acted miffed when I insisted that I needed to get my meds filled. Our car folded out into a small RV type house in the parking lot of a mini-mall that I used to visit when I was young. The kids and our dog kept running off and it was really hot. The script was written as take to Lateralus, which is a song by Tool. lol I don't even know what that means, but it seems oddly specific.
Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday. Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Zsuzsanna and I are on the back porch of our present home on W Street seemingly before dawn though there is enough light to discern images. My perception is extraordinarily vivid though I am not aware I am dreaming. She is to my left (our sleeping orientation). We are sitting and facing south toward our backyard. There is a big table (that does not exist in reality) that fills most of the space of our porch to the right of the back door (when facing the back of our house). I notice two features, both of which are yellow and black and about two feet apart, their heads facing toward the backyard. The closest to me looks like a soft toy. It is an elongated bee. The other one has a similar appearance but changes over time. I ask Zsuzsanna if it is an animal. “That’s just fuzz,” she says. Making an effort to discern the farthest feature more clearly, I see it is a big yellow and black caterpillar as long as my forearm and with long hairs. I gaze at it in wonder and soon realize I am dreaming, but I eventually wake without attempting to take control. One of the only statements I have ever read in any public source that held any truth regarding dreams is: “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.” (This is one of the only factors of dreams with established validity.) It goes on to say, “in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” (It was evident to me when I was very young, yet many people never realize it and consequently, pursue “interpretation.”) This dream renders the same processes in the same order as tens of thousands of previous examples since early childhood (and it is very similar in content to many others) but holds the interconsciousness thread that features Zsuzsanna, an additional emerging consciousness precursor. “That’s just fuzz” means I am not yet fully discerning enigmatic space (and aware I am dreaming). Porches are “bridges” in enigmatic space and represent liminal space in waking life as being a “bridge” between one’s house and the outside. The final emerging consciousness factor is the big yellow caterpillar. It correlates with vestibular system dynamics. Yellow is only discernible in a dream in becoming more aware of my dream self and simultaneously closer to my conscious self identity. A caterpillar is a precursor to flight as a butterfly. The bee is a soft toy here (a pillow association and thus a dream state indicator). Bees typically represent the increased neural activity of the waking process. The soft toy and the caterpillar are dual autosymbolism. (Dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense.) They are on my left because they are precursors rather than active anticipation of the process. (I most often sleep on my left side.)
This dream caused me to feel fairly uneasy and confused drifting in and out I will start with what I remember and go into as much detail as possible. I was in what seemed to be a flat which was somehow recognisable with a window behind me and stairs to the right I was in some sort of living room with 3 close friends (2 of which I’m not talking to at the moment) one is called Macauley one is called Lewis and one is called Reece we were getting along we were taking pictures having a good time and enjoying ourselves something happened I can’t remember what but my friend Macauley killed Reece violently and we were all in a panic I started to take more pictures for proof of what had happened for some reason we were all in a panic and didn’t seem to know what to do I cried with his body distraught at what happened I had no idea what to do I felt sick and twisted at what I had just witnessed I remember leaving for not wanting to be seen there I was lost it was my home town but I had no idea how to get home some of the places looked similar to my home town but As I realised they changed it was strange some places were the same some were not I came across a woman on the way home who was very stressed out demanding I did not go home I cut through a park to go home I was holding something it looked like an ancient artefact like a telescope or something it was blue and gold with strange writing on it and a dragon sketched into it I kept thinking about what happened in the house sort of re living the situation thinking about the area around the house asif I was still there it was strange I remember really trying hard to find my way home and eventually I did but everything was so fast as I got closer moving asif I was waking up I was playing with this artefact trying to use it for some reason trying to figure it out telling everyone in my house what had happened and showing them pictures on my phone explaining it wasn’t me and showing them pictures of my friend Macaulay but he looked different evil and distorted I can’t stop thinking of how his face looked even now. It’s a little hazy after this but I remember the artifice pretty clearly too it was very strange (My dreams are extremely lucid I recently stopped smoking marijuana after 10 years of using it so I’m not sure if this is a side affect but it’s pretty sketchy and I also wake sweating uncontrollably) Hope people enjoy the read anyway 👍🏻
Dreaming I was part of a shooting pvp game. All start in our team base before the actual match, where I was picking and my guns. At first I had a pistol I don't like so I changed it for a riffle and a sniper. The match started and I was kind of noob cause I didn't know the rules or the map, but I understand that the main action was shooting and also finding spots for hiding because there were many to explore on the map. At some point I entered a cave and find some teammates and make friends with them and then the game become more fun as they explained me some tricks.
Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday. Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time: 3 min 40 sec. Most threads of the awareness of my identity remain in entering sleep, though my perception of what house I am in changes. I look at a knotty pine wall. It would be the north wall of the Cubitis living room (in Florida, not seen in real life since 1978), though I erroneously consider it as the north wall of the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (in Wisconsin, unseen in real life since 1994), which it becomes later. Instead of correctly seeing this segment as a dream, I see it as an opportunity to enter the dream state consciously. I focus on separating the imaginary wall from the “real” version (which is also imaginary). There is double vision for a short time. A pack of cigarettes is somehow stuck sideways on the wall, from its back. I pull one out to the left from it with my hands that I can feel but not see, considering my invisible hands as my link to the dream state. It is working well as I hold my discernment. (I do not smoke in real life.) I can vividly feel the texture of the surfaces with my invisible hands. Later, I am in my fictitious body in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house. A sheet is in a lump on the bed, but I summon Zsuzsanna from beneath it. We indulge in lovemaking twice. After the second session, I absentmindedly decide she will become a vampire, but the transformation only lasts for about two seconds before the essence of the scenario returns to normal. The preconscious manifests as an unknown male and seems to want me to leave the dream state. He sings a sarcastic song that includes obscenities and talks about what my encounter might symbolize. “Dreams don’t have symbols as meaning anything in waking life, you stupid STUPID f—!” I say as loudly as I can. I continue to affirm my knowledge that dreams stem from dreaming processes and my perception of being asleep and are concurrent events that result from being in the dream state. “This is not my real body,” I say, “I am not conscious, I am asleep, and this is not my house. It is a dream, so SHUT UP and stop comparing it with real life, you idiot!” The preconscious simulacrum sits on the window sill and looks sad and defeated (atypically passive behavior for reticular activating system personification), and my dream becomes astoundingly vivid as a result. I go to the porch to enhance my awareness even more. Using the porch to solidify the “bridge” of enigmatic space as I have done many times in past dreams, my dream becomes so vivid that I marvel at the detail and three-dimensionality. I decide to make fun of people who talk about “reality checks,” making my right hand claw-like and smashing my fingers against the front wall of the porch to the right of its door. It is as solid as a rock at this level of dream state awareness. “Reality checks are re-tar-da-tion,” I tap with each syllable, feeling very amused and satisfied. As I stand on the north side of the porch, I watch my brother-in-law Bob walk out from inside his house, probably going out to his car. Marilyn (deceased in real life) also eventually walks out after him. I recall that she had died in real life. I talk to her briefly. I look out at the street and suburban neighborhood. It seems to be late morning. “Oh, it’s all so beautiful,” I scream as loudly as I can. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the sky. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the bumpy, shiny surface of the street. “It’s beautiful,” I yell at least ten times. I continue to marvel at the detail. The more I scream, and the more emotion I use, the more vivid my dream becomes and the more it stabilizes. I look around in astonishment. There is an incredible sense of peace, security, and well-being. I eventually choose to step outside from the porch door (a technique I have used since childhood), and my dream vivifies again. I cross the street and indulge in lovemaking with Zsuzsanna (from behind) for the third time as she leans forward against a wooden fence (not a real-life feature but a thread that divides enigmatic space). Other people are standing around. Natural melatonin mediation becomes an emerging thread. As a result, I notice a shallow pond on my left in someone’s front yard. Vestibular system correlation begins to initialize, creating a line of cars approaching from my right, curiously on the big front lawns of the neighboring houses rather than the street. In an absentminded reinduction thread, the first car, about two-thirds the size of a real one, flies through the air and crashes into the pond. I find it very amusing and anticipate the next one. Bob and Marilyn and a few other people look on. The second car flies through the air and crashes into the pond. The second car rises vertically from the pond and walks toward me, its underside facing me. “C'mon, you need to wake up now, your body’s gotta p-ss,” it says in a hoarse electronic voice. It grows stubby metal arms in an attempt to beat me up. I swing my right fist around at it and effortlessly knock it back into the pond. Even so, I move my right leg over the bottom horizontal bar of the wooden fence to wake myself instantly.
I was in place where I used to live when I was younger. I was just walking aimlessly until I noticed something sticking out from playgrounds sandbox. I grabbed the thing and pulled out an old, shabby Persian carpet. After cleaning the carpet out of all the sand thought came to my mind: It looked just like Aladdin's magic carpet! There was no way that I wouldn't try if it really would fly. So I went to little hill and took running start keeping the carpet in my hands. On bottom of the hill I jumped to the air and to my surprise I flew! It was more like gliding really as I slowly floated back towards ground. I tried again and again and every time I was getting little higher and higher. I was so excited! I wanted to show off my newfound power to someone and quickly I came across some strangers walking on the street. I proudly walked towards them and held the carpet in my hands. I ran as fast as I could and jumped to the air but instead of flying I came crashing down right away. They looked down to me and laughed and muttered how stupid I was to each other. I didn't give up and tried again with same result. I started to get frustrated and tried again and again and again... But I couldn't do it. I woke up frustrated.
I have had a very similar dream like this before. This time round I was even more excited and pleased as I was the last time. In this dream it is early morning and I am dashing down the stairs to go into the garage. I slow down as I enter because there are columns of boxes and a narrow pathway that leads to the washing machine and side door. I find myself twirling in a circle with my arms thrust outwards. I am in a big empty space. I keep looking around as the joy builds in my heart. I am laughing and I can feel tears burning in my eyes. I blink to look again and YES the garage is empty. It is clean. We could put 2 cars in here! We could hang alot of washing in here We could play table tennis in here, have a party even! I see in the left hand corner 2 columns of boxes left. In this vast space these boxes look very small and insignificant. These boxes contain my stuff that has been packed away.
i dreamed i was Hotaru Tomoe (Sailormoon) i had her powers ,costume and outward appearance yet was called by my real name instead of hers. i was fighting a monster and was completely overwhelmed ,it shut of my powers somehow and was chases me trying to kill me,and just when i thought i was trapped and about to die Jupiter showed up and she rescued me then she stunned the monster with lightning bolts . after that she carried me to safety as the other scouts arrived to back us up. after the monster was killed i woke up.
I waking life I had been trying to buy good looking jeans. I saw some on line but not my size. I finally saw the right jeans by mistake at a shop while I was out with my elderly mum. In my dream I am wearing my new good looking jeans. I am in the garden tackling a big aloe vera-like plant. The battle is brief. One of the huge prickly leaves has pierced through my jeans. I look down at my right leg and see that they have been torn in 2 places. I will need to fix them. I feel so guilty that I have damaged my brand new jeans. I also feel guilty that I bought them. I feel sad and guilty. When I got up this morning, with a heavy heart, I picked up my jeans off the back of my chair to access the damage again. I wonder if I should be naughty and buy another new pair of jeans. I am so surprised when I pick them up and there are no raggedy holes. I feel so thankful but I wonder what this dream was all about. I also wonder why I wasn't feeling scared by my encounter with the big plant.
In the first part of this dream that I recall I was going to a funeral. It seemed to be my grandmother's funeral, who irl has passed already a good 8 yrs ago or so. It felt dark and a little chaotic, like I was unsure of what to do, but I was able to manage. I didn't have any close family members with me, so I was on my own. During this time I learned of another relative passing, but I don't know who it was. I was not close to this person, so it was not a feeling of grief, but a feeling of having to gather my strength and maturity to be able to handle another service. It felt like a testament to my growth as a person to be able to get through this more than anything. I went to my daughter's house, which wasn't really her house irl. There were two toilets in her kitchen. I was comfortable being there alone with her animals until she came in and then brought this guy that in my dream had assaulted me. I knew he'd deny it, so I kept quiet, but it was very hard to be around him. It made me anxious and flighty, which made everyone else irritated with me. There was a bunch of food in the kitchen that everyone was getting and it was hard for me to use the bathroom when everyone was coming in and out of the kitchen. Plus, the toilets kept malfunctioning, or at least one did. The living room area felt very cold to me and in contrast to most of my dreams this one was not gray or dull but really bright at the end, like almost whitewashed.
So I am trying to remember my dream last night. It was about feeding baby pandas at school. I know, it's weird to have this dream (it is a random dream compared to my others), but anyway. I was having a normal school day when we had a lockdown drill. My teacher checked outside and realized that they were baby pandas looking for food. Then my teacher told us that they used to feed this pandas back in the day. And by back in the day, I feel like it meant the 1850s. I don't know why, but what the heck? SO then it became a school project to make a food bar for baby pandas to come and eat bamboo. After we were done, the pandas basically came to live at the school and eat free bamboo. I have zero idea how I had such a random dream, but can anybody help me put here? Lol and thanks.
I cannot get past my dream from the night before last. I dreamt that my PopPop (who died in October) shot and killed my aunt (my whole family was around when it happened in the dream) and then I woke up and when I woke up I heard clear as day a voice of a man saying “murderer” I didn’t recognize the voice. Any ideas?
6/25/18 Another two-parter... The first half-- I'm in the late Victorian ages. I, along with several other women in the house, am being brainwashed to stay there. At one point, during a bath, I become lucid, take one of the other girls, and escape. The girl's name starts with L... She's slim, and has beautiful curly red hair in an updo. We make it to a housing unit that doesn't have any tenants, the owner allows us to stay there for free. Next half occurred when I went back to sleep... I consider them the same dream, because the setting is the same, but more modern. I'm much younger. It starts with just my family, and one other. I'm not sure why we're hiding, but the unit makes a good place. It's long, with plenty of space. We can't be too loud, or else the people outside might hear. My phone works, but I can't load anything new. Apps like the calendar will open, but they aren't accurate. At one point, we hear that someone has bought the building, and our security measures tighten. We are sitting around talking about it, when a large black car pulls up and parks. Scared out of our minds, we run and hide. Some of the adults crouch behind the windows, trying to listen. At some point I am outside, hiding behind the car. I'm aware that anyone driving on the street next to us could see me snooping, so I lay down, only to realize that he could see me. I go back to crouching. I can hear the man who helps us (He's established as bringing us food and scraps from outside to help keep us alive), speaking. He explains the situtation. The new man thinks for a moment. "Are you protecting them from the organization?" (I seem to already know that the organization is some sort of corrupt form of government, and is part of the reason we're in hiding.) Our guy nods and the new guy pats his shoulder and says something to the effect of "keep them safe" before he drives off. I make it inside and relay the information, that we are now living "legally" in the building, and we won't have to be as scared and quiet. The entire unit bursts with joy. Me and the teenagers of the other family are running down the hall, jumping for joy. The mother of a toddler is grinning, watching the little one move around excitedly. Parents are celebrating with wine. That night, we all go to the yard area and set off sparklers until the curfew kicks in. I remember asking my mother "are you sure we won't seem out of place?" But as I look around, the neighborhood is celebrating some sort of holiday. We make our way back inside when we see a patrol vehicle making its rounds. A voice, that sounds entirely too happy, crackles out of a loudspeaker, informing us that it's time for lights out. I start, with the realization that the toddler has left his toys *everywhere* in the yard. Thinking that this could get us in trouble, I run out in between the vehicle's rounds to clean them up. I'm terrified. Later that night, we are all sleeping in a pile when I see 2 figures running towards the house. It's two girls, hand in hand. They look scared. As they reach the door, I pull them inside and shut it tight before the patrol can see it open. They talk about how, because one of them has short hair, she was targeted by the patrol, who believed she was a lesbian. The other girl, her sister, realized how dangerous the situation was, and hurried to move her away. After they are settled in, I sit upright, unable to sleep. I make my way to the bathroom and just stand there in the orange glow of the toddler's nightlight plugged into the wall. -At this point, i think I'm becoming more lucid as I start to wake up in real life- I look at the sink and see the enclosure of a pet mouse belonging to the other family. The mouse is wearing a tiny, tiny jacket that goes well with his white fur. I hear airplanes outside, and I think to myself that it is a new level of danger. I begin to wonder what year it is that people would be dressed in clothes from the Great Depression, be targeted for being gay, yet still have modern vehicles, technology, and equipment. I glance over to a calendar hanging on the wall. The year reads 9595.
3/1/18 I'm sitting at the kitchen table watching a show on my laptop and drawing. I hear a knock at the door. It's an older man. He says something along the lines of "I'm so sorry..." and I start crying. It's winter and the roads are slick, anytime someone starts off a sentence like that, you assume someone died. He grabs my arm suddenly and starts kissing it, making his way up to my face. When he gets to my mouth I manage to yank my arm back and shout for my mom. When she talks to him, we realize he saw a bright red truck get into a wreck, and he thought it was one of ours (We don't have a truck, nor do any of our neighbors). She thanks him and shuts the door. Looking annoyed, she heads back to her room to finish watching her show. As I go back to my drawing, the atmosphere gets dark and the light outside is starting to tint red. I hear something at the door and I turn to see the man from before. He's got something between the lock and the door so it won't shut properly. I leap to my feet and slam into the door, struggling to keep it closed. I can hear him grunting. I start screaming as I try to turn the lock but I can't get it closed. My feet are slipping. I yell for my mom. I wake up suddenly, breathing hard, at 3:41 am.