david and the albino thieves

There was a bank robbery going on. David was part of it, as were these two albino looking people. I wasn’t in on it, but I was watching the entire scene unfold. They broke in, and David took the money to another location. Then the female albino said to the male albino, “What about the diamonds?” So he went back for them. The safe that they were held in was a giant room with a bed and everything. It was cooler in that room than the other side of the giant golden door of the safe. The female kept watch, while the male ascended the marble stairs, up to the nightstand that upheld the diamonds. There were six different colored diamonds, they were the size of peas, and yet they were very heavy. The male threw them in an ornate pillbox. Then he started grabbing other things from the safe, which cost him in the end. It turned out that David was an undercover agent of some sort and he stopped the albino thieves from succeeding.


Some disaster had occurred, post-apocalyptic even…or that’s how things felt. I was with Logan and we were in a camp. Strangely enough the scenery was bright and actually looked like the booths at carnivals.

Then this man appeared in the crowd. He looked like a Rastafarian but he was playing bagpipes. Everyone stared at him, which was his desired effect. He stopped playing the bagpipes, spun around, and crashed through these booths. The booths’ walls were made out of tissue paper and he ran through several walls before he disappeared.

I became paranoid and I knew that whole spectacle was ominous and that he would be back. So then I grabbed Logan and hid underneath one of the booths. Then just as I predicted the man reappeared and with a bang, too. Everyone was frightened and fell to the floor.

I knew what he would do and where he would go.

He would look for us, and he would find us soon enough.

I must have awoken for fear of my baby. Why must she always be in danger.


no words

I was in my Hacienda house again. I was with a group of people, teenagers and children. We were laughing in the daylight, then someone gasped and our attention was drawn to the door. There was someone there with a mask on. It had a female body, but it did not seem human. It had a mask on, a deer mask. It seemed so harmless, but I knew it was so full of danger.

Everything turned quiet. No one laughed, whispered, dared to breathe.

Then I ran.

I left the others behind. I knew they would be fine, I knew it was only after me.

So I ran.

I ran to my room in the northeast corner of the house. I locked the door behind me with sweaty fingertips, so scared I wouldn’t be able to turn the lock. Then I backed away and waited and listened. My eyes were locked on the doorknob and then it moved. The thing was going to get in somehow. Somehow I could see it behind the door silently fiddling with this minor obstacle.

I looked around the room and saw my escape. The window to my freedom conveniently had the screen already removed. I jumped out and knew it would soon open the door and figure I went out the window. I ran around the house, back to the front door, and into the kitchen. I grabbed several knives from the drawer and handed them to my young comrades.

I had a blue knife. It seemed so weak like it was made out of foil because it crumpled up in my hand. But when the thing came around and back through the front door, the knife did not fail me.

Her skin felt like fur. She fell to the floor and all was silent again.


a strange way out

I was in a house looking for something…as usual.

Oh! I was looking for a way out. The house seemed haunted. I checked all the doors and then I checked them a second time; plain old doors, closet doors, cupboard doors even. The day seemed to disappear and the house became dark. I drifted towards a room with a faint light coming from it. My mother was in that room, lying on the bed, and reading, as usual.

She said to me, “Check that one,” without looking up from her book. There were many to check, but I knew exactly which one she was talking about. It was small door or I had grown bigger for it was a bit difficult to squeeze through. I had a flashlight in hand and I turned it on, discovering that even though the door was very small, the room it concealed was not. This room, unlike the one I had just came from, had high ceilings and dark wooden floors. On the floor I found two miniature figurines of what seemed to be rabbits.

Then someone hit the lights, but these weren’t house lights, they were stage lights. I was on a stage that had these wings where darkness seemed to go on forever. Then my cousin was there, thanked me for finding her shoe the figurines turned into a shoe in my hand, and proceeded to tell me how she wished she was married and had children.

Then, all of a sudden, there was this girl with blood on her face. She was evil and dangerous so I took my cousin’s stiletto and started to stab the girl with it. She seemed to be unscathed and growing angry. Then we were somewhere else. The girl was strapped in a chair and I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. She had to be destroyed so I dismembered her and decapitated her.

Even though she was so cold, she seemed to be so alive. And even though all the noises she made were animalistic, she seemed to have a voice and I could hear it in my head when she looked at me with her green eyes.

Then I felt strong hands on my arms. They were my father’s come to take me away. He held onto me and pushed me all the way out of the house. It seemed to be an old house based on the furniture, and yet there was pink carpet everywhere, and we were dressed in 1900 clothing. But the strangest thing happened when I looked into a mirror as we passed it by. I saw myself but I could not see my father’s reflection. I felt his hands still pushing me, saw his feet when I looked down at the floor, but he vanished when I looked in the mirror and saw myself floating there.

Stranger things have happened?

Wings: The unseen backstage area on either side of the stage of a proscenium theater


демон волк

A whole lot happened in this one:

At first it seemed like I was playing a point and click game. While I was putting some pieces together and then there was this house further back in the game it was very dark and probably evil. I was supposed to go through the house first but instead I went to the top of the roof. I clicked on this branch that was connected to the roof. It had an oil lantern on it. When I broke it off the house started shaking and I could hear something growling. I panicked and tried to put the branch back on the roof. I succeeded but the lantern was leaking oil everywhere so the branch caught on fire, which caused the roof to catch on fire, which in turn burned the whole house down. The fire was gone pretty quickly and started picking items up from the ashes. They were mostly metal things like pieces of a sword and some chain mail. I realized this fit perfectly for this Aragorn character in the game. I thought, “Since I have him and the sword nothing can defeat me now!” I said this because the growling was still around and getting closer.

Then I was no longer in the game, I was in my house. And the growling was real. I saw the beast outside my door. It was a giant wolf with grey and black fur and red eyes. It seemed as if it couldn’t enter the house. For a brief time, the wolf was gone and my dog appeared. I rushed outside and brought him into the house because I didn’t want to see him get torn to shreds by the wolf. When I was back in the house I looked across to my neighbor’s yard to see if anyone was out there. My worries soon vanished when I noticed that my neighbor’s, along with their dogs, had two lions.

Then I turned around and saw that my house changed. I was in some grand house and the people in the house were dressed all old-fashioned. The time of the day changed, too, going from dusk to the afternoon again.

There was this plump girl sitting at the end of a long table looking down at a bag of frozen peas. I looked away and looked back at her, and there was a different bag of frozen vegetables in front of her. I tried to stir her, for she was sitting in directly in the sunlight; everyone in the house was. I figured they shouldn’t be doing that since the power and water were out, so they need not put any strain on their bodies. If they sat in the sun, they would become thirstier.

I went into this other room where this man was going through a freezer. He kept on saying to himself, “We’ll have to eat the pig if we can’t find anything else to eat.” Thinking about it now, he was probably referring to the stout girl. In the room there was a square window where the sun was pouring in. I looked towards it and it started to turn dark. The wolf was there. I closed my eyes and hid, and somehow the wolf got a hold of the man and disappeared with him. (This part seems so similar to my other dream)

I knew I had to get out of that place because the people in it were unsettling, but I also knew evading the wolf was going to be a challenge. So I ran upstairs, which to my surprise turned back into my normal house. But of course, not everything was the same. My room was different and the clothes in it were not mine. The time of day changed, too. It turned back to dusk. *

I started to pack my clothes. There was somebody else that was going with me (a child), someone else who was going to help me find a guide, and then my mysterious guide. I overheard the guide that we were the kids whose parents were part of this murder/rape. This made the guide sympathetic towards us and they became willing to help us.

In the end I remember fervently trying to pack everything I could because we had to leave soon. Our guide placed a bomb somewhere in the house. The only thing I remember taking that was actually mine was a jar of coins.

*I believe these changes of day occur when I turn to and from the window in my sleep, in reality



I was with Harry Potter and three other girls. We found this house, opened up the window and saw that the only thing inside was a dollhouse. Then we heard a noise and realized what it really was; well, Harry, one of the other girls, and I knew. The girl with a red ribbon in her hair didn’t and so she was taken. There was this doll with green eyes that would take you, and probably kill you, if you looked at her. When she came we all crouched low to the floor and covered our eyes. When the girl was gone Harry looked too soon and the doll was still there. She started to take him by means of this rope/whip thing she had. But I became brave and I grabbed onto the rope, pulled her into this piece of cloth, and chucked her into this lake was next to us. The mass skipped a few times before it was swallowed up by a frog, who then flew away.


I was in some sort of dormitory with Ron Weasley, but we weren’t in Hogwarts. I was just there in his bed and every time an adult would come around I would hide underneath the covers. Then all of a sudden we kissed and I said, “What about Hermione?” He told me ever since she went to Scotland they had been drifting apart and he knew there was nothing left between them.

Thinking about this in a conscious stream, as good as this all seems, this has to be my least favorite dream