I spent two years of my life in Peace Corps; long story short it was very cold, I lost fifty pounds my first year, and I wouldn't necessarily recommend it.

During my first year, I remember waking up after a really vivid nightmare aboard a cruise ship. The cruise ship was empty, floating adrift who knows where, and I was wandering the decks calling out for any signs of life.

Then at one point I turned a corner and came into a dining hall, where the table appeared used but empty. I hadn't figured out where the crew or passengers had gone, and I started searching around the hall for clues - who had been eating here? How long ago? Then my eyes caught these giant oil barrels over along one wall of the room.

You can't really smell in dreams, but I recall walking over to the barrels with a sense of dread. When I leaned over to look inside each of them was filled with fat - human fat and gristle, yellow, fly-covered, indigestible. The rest of the bodies were gone.

My POV suddenly pivoted and I looked up to see a mirror, with me standing in front of it. I was a child, wearing some Stephen King wardrobe of a floating white nightgown covered in gore. My lanky hair hung about my face, which had blood dripping in stomach-turning streaks that caused me to instantly scream and wake up.

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When I described this dream to my buddy over vodka he listened intently and just asked, "When's the last time you ate some meat?"

I started stopping by a local mom & pop diner for chicken twice a week after that.

Of all the dreams I have, around a tenth of them, probably, have to do with warfare. In such dreams, I am almost never an observer of a war, but nearly always a regular soldier, an infantryman. I do not know what it is that I do to lead my mind to dream such dreams, but through my sleeping life, I have found myself in quite a number of unfortunate circumstances. I have participated in grand Medieval conflicts to offensives in the trenches of World War One. Why, just last night, I think I was in World War Two.

I am not sure what phase of the war it was, but it was probably earlier in 1943 or ’44, judging by the fact that I was an American and the Germans were on the advance. The uniforms were typical for me: green, a round helmet with netting, and standard combat boots (I always tend to be in the standard infantry). This dream, like most of the others similar to it, was actually fairly realistic.

I was alone, just behind the front line, where the rest of my company was positioned. The reason for our separation was simply that I was receiving myself behind some crumbled building. It was a cloudy afternoon, and every few seconds, a shot would ring out. Our forces occupied a small town just below a wide, low hill, which we also occupied. The enemy - the German infantry - was just beyond, over the next hill.

As I returned to my position to my comrades, walking along the hill to get there, I spotted a group of five enemy soldiers making their way through a low ditch just beyond their grey, crumbling town. They evidently thought that nobody could see them, judging by how they went about, and for the most part, that was true. I, however, was in just the position to spot them. Without thinking, like an idiot I discharged five shots from my bolt-action rifle (a cheap thing, indeed). I missed all five shots, and the German soldiers, at first surprised, retaliated by jumping for cover and firing at me.

I dove for the ground, keeping behind the smallest lip of earth. “Keep your head down,” I thought. “By gosh, keep your head down if you want to live!” The rapid shooting alerted the forces of both sides, and within seconds, a small skirmish had begun. I figured that I would be dead if I stayed in my palace of menial cover any longer, and I suspected that the Germans had stopped shooting at me, so I took a chance and ran farther up the hill.

Somehow, I made it, and dove into a small shell hole where several of my fellows were already hunkered. Several of them - the braver ones - were firing over the edge, but me and the others in there cowered inside our little cover. I took one glance over the shell hole, and saw complete chaos. Something landed in our cover, and before anyone could even process what it was, instinct drove everyone out of the space at the exact same time.

Like rabid animals, we desperately tried to evade the fate that we knew was imminent. We clung to each other’s shirts, trying to climb over ourselves to get out. We trampled each other. It was as if some invisible force would not let us leave. The explosive went off within about three seconds, and to our misfortune, it was a well-armed one. Several of us were immediately killed, several wounded, and several unharmed. These last fellows ran about to find some other cover.

I, however, had been grazed along the left cheek and stuck with shrapnel in the calf. So, gripping by bleeding face, I staggered desperately to another collapsed structure. There was nothing left of it but part of some of its walls, piles of stone, and an utterly distraught, busted wooden door hanging from the hinges of a single doorway. I staggered inside and sat down, shaking and suddenly tired.

As I lay there, catching my breath, I happened to turn my head, and I saw, only about twenty or thirty yards away, an enemy soldier, a sniper, perched just behind some pile of rocks and debris, aiming his rifle somewhere far away from me. I was close enough to hit him, I knew it. If I acted swiftly, perhaps I could save someone else's life.

Quietly, I crept against the low ruins of the wall and squated behind it. I positioned my rifle, and rolled my neck as I brought my eyes to the iron sight. I had this poor man in my sights: he had no chance of survival. Then, out of the corner of my eye, something disturbed me.

I more or less slowly turned my head, keeping the rest of my body still, and I spotted there, about the same distance from me as the man I was trying to shoot was, another sniper, this one aiming his rifle at me. His shaved head was not covered by a helmet, and his face was stern with concentration as he squinted through his scope. I had absolutely no time to react. Before my mind even comprehended that there was a person there, CRACK!

My dream switched to an observing view as I witnessed this poor soldier who had once been me fall backward with a bullet hole right between his eyes. Like most dreams I have ever dreamt, if not all of them, I do not actually die. Accordingly, before I, as the soldier, could die, my perspective left the poor avatar that was the now-deceased soldier just before I was killed. The soldier, of course, did die, but I was no longer that soldier when it happened.

I do not know why I bore you with this little reminiscence, but for some reason, I had an inclination to write it down and post it. My mind seems to believe that there is some philosophical takeaway from the whole experience, but I can think of none. It was entertaining, I suppose, and I also conjecture that it does indicate that one cannot die in one's own dreams, yet they can surely kill, and witness death.

I dashed in a hurry when I saw the door to a room where I spotted something odd through the window there. Something caught my attention before I could inspect what was happening outside.

To my left side, I saw a pack of sea~turtle like stuff. They kinda reminded me of hoverbikes.

I stared at the hoverbike toys. I’m not sure what they were doing there on the bed. Where did they even come from?

After my brief moment of distraction, I remembered why I rushed into the room. I stepped closer to the small round window and what I saw shocked me.

A giant wave crashed by the window and I nearly thought I was going to drown. Oh boy~ was I completely surrounded by water?

Then I saw one guy on a hoverbike. Past him was a giant sea-turtle creature. On it’s back there was an entire village.

I could not believe my eyes. What a dream! Well, at least I was not having a nightmare.

#ZARATAN ©

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GC_mV1IpjWA

17/09/2020.

I was at a zoo, walking around with a group led by an eccentric tour-guide. I don’t know where we started off, but we ended up in a larger-than-life aquarium, with glass looking into the water and an observation deck on top.

At the top of the deck, we looked into deep, black-blue water and saw a large eel, with long fins running along it’s sides that rippled to propel it through the water. It sliced through the surface and its black eyes flashed up at us, while the tour-guide explained:

“This is an eel from the 3000’s. We have everything in this zoo. Every animal that ever was, or ever will be.”

I had to fill in some details, as I do not remember exactly, but this is the gist of the dream. ^_^

somewhere off the florida coast,

i jumped into the cool blue water,

i remember my brother was right there next to me when it happened,

my parents were right on the boat,

but once i was pulled under,

no one could save me

My dreams ( that I remembe) always seem to have a common theme. I am chased. Men in suits have invaded my school ( I hide in the bathroom while my friends fight them off. It doesn't save me.) A libarian who I am quite fond of invades my home and tries to kill me. I had in a closet for quite a while, before finally drowning the librarian in a river. A serial killer is threatening the son of my mom's best friend. I run the other way and leave him to die. A few streets away, I realize what I have done and run back. Halfway through a dream I remember that I've had this one before. The first time, I managed to emerge victorious.This time, I fail.

When I was young, about three or four. I had a constant reeccuring dream. In one, I am in a lakeside cabin at night, when a werewolf with an axe comes to hunt me down. I run and run until I am at the docks. The werewolf chops off my head, and the dream ends. (The odd things is that I remember quite vividly that at that time I had no clue what a werewolf was.)

My jacket lay in a burning heap.

I look down at myself to discover I'm still wearing my jacket...

So why is my jacket burning to a crisp on the ground in front of me? What is it wrapped around? The object couldn't be anything bigger then a cat. I reach towards the burning object. Fear for the flames not stopping me. Moving the hood carefully, all I see is very long fur or hair. I gently pull on the fur, dragging out the disembodied head of me.

My face was brusied and broken but it was me. I drop my head, it making a squish as it landed on the ground. Someone behind me screamed. I turned to see that my neighbor was screaming and pointing at the head next to me. Her screams cause the whole apartment to flood out where I was. I decide to try to talk with them but they see right through me.

I decide to leave. I begin to wonder around looking for someone that could see me. I was officially completely invisible and alone. I traveled for months.

Eventually I stumbled into the police station. Just looking around for clues for what happened to me. They found nothing. But I did find that they were keeping the suspects for my case locked up. I visited them often because they weren't allowed any others. None of them were bad people. I could see the pain of being here did to them.

One women went so mad from isolation that she began to see me. She loved to rattle off about nothing. Eventually my ear caught something interesting. "Did you see if he got the restaining order on your sister?"

"Who was that?" I reply.

"Your old boss silly." The women responded.

I quickly left. After some light research I found his name and then him.

I quickly exposed him. And saved my sister.

He went to jail and the other suspect were let go. I ended up passing on. Happy to be allowed to.

Wake up

Life is but a Dream,

We Wake Up When We Die

Good-Night Sleep tight

don't let the bed

bugs bite.

Athena

I was on methadone for about 15 years I reduced and jumped off then months later I busted and had a little drink.

Fell asleep in my room in bed, I woke from sleep but I was still dreaming and I was a spirit I came into the lounge room where my brother was asleep facing the wall where he sleeps on the floor everything was how I left it to go to sleep I screamed ”josh!” ”JOSH!” ”josh!” ”JOSH!” he wouldn't wake then I knew it was I that was dead from the methadone he gave me.

I got really scared and tried my hardest to wake.

I woke in bed sat up walked outshouted ”JOSH!” ”josh!”

no...

Still sleeping he and me...

and I was dead,

I freaked out tried smashing cups and playing with the lights to no avail I was dead! a spirit living what I thought would be forever in a unit of eternity...

No more methadone for me...

I don't remember the whole dream, just about the middle to the end, but it was almost like an action film. This was also week ago, so I didn't wrote it down. Only the ending part I remember because that's where most of the action was in and had certain feelings put into.

There was a battle in some sort of moving glass mall, I think, maybe not moving, and there was a boy, 12 or so, who is the main character. He and his friends are trying to get rid of these inky, black things, at this point I don't remember. The boy's mother was also fighting in this war and she looked like a wise witch dressed in purple but she looked too young to be the boy's mother. The boy was running to the back of the mall because something was chasing him. He meets his mother near the exit when suddenly a huge dark figure comes crashing in through the glass ceiling. The mother and the boy separate, the boy near the exit and the mother at the center of the room. She quickly shields herself from the falling glass and the dark figure that looms over her.

This huge, dark figure (ya'll probably won't know this) was the overblot Scar monster-thing from this Japanese app game called Twisted Wonderland. So it was basically a giant stronger version of Disney's villain Scar, but with a crown and sort of an inky galss-like mask. However, in the dream, not only did it had the mask, but behind it, obviously, it had Scar's face and he had huge black wings. That's why he crash in through the ceiling 'cause he got wings!

So this giant Scar looms over the mother and despite him chasing after the boy he had his eyes on her. The mother stares back at him and then at her son, basically telling him to run. Scar looks down at the mother with that wicked grin on his face and seems to have taken an interested to her. The mother was shaken but remains brave since she was a warrior. The boy didn't want to leave his mother, but his friends pushed him out of the mall and lands on a type of futuristic motocyle. The boy calls out to his mother and reaches his hand out to her as the motocyle takes him away. Scar takes over the glass mall and turns it into his own personal castle. The captured people are his servants and the boy's mother was treated like a queen. He always kept a close eye on her.

The dream ends there.