4-11-09 The Large Woman Attacks

View was first person the entire time.

Scene 1:

A large woman and her husband and kids were out in front of a run down home in the middle of a dying countryside in Spring. The were under a short covered patio, shooting BB guns at something distant, like a can on a log or something. The direction of their bullets came toward me though, and shot my hair above my head. I had the kids with me. I screamed at the lady to knock it off.

We started fighting oustide, then in their house, and although she was very large, I was able to throw her down but couldn't keep her down. She wasn't trying to fight much; she seemed lazy and not so furiously angry. I took a broom and hit her with it, and it broke in half. I looked up, surprised and she came behind me and wrapped her arm around my neck. I took the half of a broomstick that I had left and tried to swing it behind me to hit her, but she turned invisible and could not be hit any longer. Though I could faintly see her, as a ghostlike image, the broomstick just went through her and she laughed. I started yelling for help but could hardly get any sound out, but eventually was able to yell and the woman and her husband turned invisible and hid someplace in the house. No one came to help though.


Scene 2/3:
The large woman and I are now sitting at opposite ends of a long, oval wooden table. My kids are sitting on the sides of the table and knew of her attack. She seemed thinner and was a lawyer now, but it was still the same woman. There were small glasses of water on the table in front of everyone and she encouraged us to drink. The kids did and the view went from the group sitting at the table to what was now going on in their brains. The water had something in it, that if they though about the attack that happened, it would combine with the chemical in the water and it would turn fatal. The way my mind visualized this was a glass-looking round shape, maybe like a thick petri dish but not spherical and thicker than a usual petri dish. It was filled with brightly colored swirly, powdery smoke of pink and green. Once the circle was filled the person would die. I had to keep the kids from remembering what she did or they would die quickly. I attacked her again and she went invisible again, but everyone turned out to be fine.

Scene 4:
I saw the large woman, her husband and kids at a bus stop outside their shack with all of the things from their home, as well as things stolen from a nearby hotel (like the toilet lid covers), all packed and stacked around them while they waited for the bus. I saw them and decided if they were leaving I would leave them alone.

4-4-09 A brief visit to lucidity

There were so many dreams that I no longer remember from last night.

I was sitting at a wooden picnic table with benches; there were 2-3 people next to me on the bench eating and Phillip was on the other side with others eating beside him too. It was night and we were outdoors. I looked up at Phillip and said, "Hey Phillip! I'm dreaming right now!" And it was as though we was there for my lucid dream. He said, "Really? Cool!" I kept looking around me, waiting for something weird like knives coming up out of the ground, but I didn't see anything out of the norm. *Note: Rhonda had just told me about a lucid dream of hers where the point she realized that she was dreaming was when she saw knives coming out of the carpet, thus why I was looking for that.

I was in a dark, empty fairground, or just some small, underdeveloped part of town, and I was cruising around with Bruce Willis. I think he thought people were following him & he was trying to lose them. (*Note: last night I saw a movie with a trailer for the new movie with Adam Sandler where he's got some kind of terminal illness and gets better; there was a line where he references to the Dr. that he looks like the guy who's trying to kill Bruce Willis in the movies.) We went into a small room where he was staying in a hotel. There were boxes and the room was mostly empty (*My room is still packed up from the move.) He built bronze sculptures (*...my job, working for a bronze sculptor). We sat on the carpet and looked up at a box sitting on top of an empty bookcase. It spun around like one of those sunglass racks or something, and I looked over at him. He was pulling on a paperclip on the floor that was tied to a string going toward the wall behind him, and eventually led to the box which was what was causing it to spin. I remember another dark haired girl in the dream and the other dreams from last night, but I can't recall any more details.