Skeleton Key

I had dreamed of being manipulated, the photographer had lied to me. The photos of which I took were not of me. He had deceived me. They were of someone from a distant land. In the photos, I was no longer myself.

I went to the card dealer, who had noticed this. He told me that the photographer had a knack for deceiving people like this. I wasn’t the first, nor would I be the last. However, I had decided to personally make that last part true. The feelings of rage, hatred, and being hurt were all it took to attempt to destroy this person’s life. Accompanied by the dragon-coin I had obtained from the dealer.

Yet, by the time I returned to the photographer his shop was dismantled. He had very little left to offer. But he realized why I was there. He apologized but spoke very little, if at all. Having seen the chaos and the place distraught, I decided to leave. He had conned me out of my money but I couldn’t stand to see him hurt.

• Driving along highway with some people in my dreams, we’re all friends. Nice summer day and we’re traveling to school. We end up on campus, in the hall where my film stuff is. We walk around a bit and eventually head back to my dorm. A cute blonde girl catches up with me and we lay down next to each other. She’s a lesbian but I don’t want sex. We kinda just talk about life. No shenanigans had.
• I’m in the city and I’m surrounded by a group of people. We’re all talking about stuff and listening to music. I help people with stuff, I forget what exactly. The dream ends.

I had five dreams last night, two which I can still recall. Of the two, one was one about getting infected and the other one still kinda carried on the infection motif.

                         I’m in a kinda run down area and the sky is dark. Everything also seems a bit rusted. It seemed to be a nice looking place, at one time. But everything has long since decayed and broken down since then. For some reason, I decide the best thing to do is to investigate a garage. Because, what can go wrong from investigating?                                                                                               As I investigate  I end up in a chair. Surrounded by weird creatures that don’t seem to have the intent to hurt me. So, I go to leave. However, before I do I get a sharp pain in my neck. Apparently, one of the creatures pricked me in the neck with a screwdriver. Causing an infection of whatever the creatures had. I instantly leave the shed and try to head out to a safe haven. However, it’s too late and I die.
                         The other involves me during a time of winter. It’s pretty col and I’m walking with a friend. As we continue to walk a girl asks us if we’re going to a concert with her. We reluctantly have to say no because I contracted Athlete’s Feet. She decided to tag along with us and we end up in an alley with a giant tree, with a highway in sight. The girl, for whatever reason, decided to knock the tree down. I attempt to put it upright again.                                                          

                         After shenanigans, I begin to make my way home. However, the snow is up to my shoulders so I have to push my way through it. It takes a while but I eventually reach home. And my dream concluded.

• Was in a resort or some kind of condominium type area. It was quite sunny. Walking through. See Micheal Jackson, original version, and we do a dance off.
• Playing some type of video game. It’s a war simulator thing. Green screen, different colored blocks to represent me and my enemies. Some of my guys defect to their side and vise-versa. Pause the game to get the plan in order and then attack.

So, I don’t recalled what I dreamed about. Probably because I kept waking up before my REM cycle got to that point. THANKS PERSON WHO LEFT THEIR CLOTHES IN THE DRYER. However, I believe I got close enough. My dorm-mate tells me I quietly spoke “objection”, in my sleep. He promptly woke me up with Good Morning, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Also, I asked him if he wanted some tea. I imagine I was a dalek in the latter.

Would you care for some tea?

The Hidden Chapel of the God of Sleep.

  There seemed to be a hidden temple, of sorts, surrounded by a bunch of furns and overgrown shrubs. It looked in good form but it was completely taken over by shrubbery. I wasn’t particularly noticing it until I eventually heard the meaning of said temple. It was built to worship a god of sleep.

  Although, it was most likely vacant of worshipers it was not destroyed. For whatever reason houses were built around it. As if to not destroy, or even touch, the building. A mysterious legend most likely awaited the person who ventured to it. But that wouldn’t be me.

Unwanted Memories

For some reason, I remember the dream starting off with my lying on the ground. I was frozen and unable to move. All I could do was watch a man cut his lawn, as he came towards me. He didn’t seem to have any ill-intent against me. I do have a feeling that he would most likely avoid hitting me. But what bothered me was my inability to move.

Surely enough, this lead up to a memory. The memory of my first time with sleep paralysis. Like the first time, it crept me right the fuck out. The sun shining on my face, my body unable to move and some strange thing poking me. It seemed that this was a total, unaltered, memory. Right down to my kitty and dog being in the same place. The dream ended there.

Some Business

Talking to a cute girl at what appears to be her father’s office: a nice small place. Apparently I got in a fight with her. She left angrily. Her dad showed me stuff, appeared to be a tumblr. Dream ends there.

• Unsure what the deal is but apparently I had laughed during one of these three dreams. All of them seem pretty serious and not very comedic. There is a chance that I missed the comedy dream. Seeing it as unimportant, or it was in Some Business. I don’t know. It just crept me out when I had originally thought it was about Unwanted Memories.

I am in a village, most likely small in size, that has narrow street sections. There is a lake that surrounds both sides of said village with a connecting bridge. A green hill can be seen off in the distance.

There seem to be several people running from an unknown assailant. People pushing each other out of the way, people leaving others on the ground, as if death itself were upon them. I too scurry as not to be caught.

Little by little, the numbers of survivors dwindle. Until I am one of the few that remains alive. Still running, still escaping, I push through my weak-will to run faster and longer. Yet, eventually, I am entrapped with no route of escape.

The foe encroaches me: a gigantic, massively bulked minotaur. He has me cornered but he does not kill. He just looks at me and without reason, allows me to move on.

I don’t remember much. So, here are my bulletpoint things.

>Dream of candyland

>Each time you land on a certain space you get to eat candy

>land on a space, I think fudge or black licorice. 

>request not to eat some

dream 2

>be a superhero

>work with other superheroes

>grey skies and flying everywhere

>heroics performed

Had a dream where a good friend had told me the stone I bought her was contaminated. I didn’t bother looking at it when I woke up. Because HURR JUST A DREAM. Although, I did tell her that she was involved in my dream last night. So, hours pass by and I go home to get ready to mail it. Needless to say, I look at the stone and it has a crack. Although, not by the demon known as Baphomet. Yet, still plenty cracked. Sometimes I really do hate prophetic dreams.