Ghost on the Highway and Ghost on the Mountain

I was driving home and I sensed someone next to me. I looked over and saw someone although I couldn't make out who they were but I -knew- them from somewhere. I vividly remember looking out the window and seeing the trees fly by. We pulled up beside a lake I used to know in Oregon (that in reality had no road-access but this is a dream).

We fooled around in the front of the truck but then I stopped and pushed them away thinking they were someone I didn't want to see... (thinking loudly "I DON'T want to see this person) thinking about this lead me to lucid dream and to force myself to not think about them. I kept actively thinking that I didn't want to see them and this is what triggered the lucid dreaming, the aversion, the hate. So my dream host actually asked me, in the midst of fooling about, "Who do you want to see?"

Oddest and most awesome question ever. I stopped everything and pulled them close, holding their head close to my heart, saying, "Dylan, show me Dylan. I don't care how. Show me Dylan."

Time-wise it literally (no, fucking literally) it felt like an hour before anything answered me. The person/ghost lover was there but they were so empty and dumb. I don't know how I got there but I know time gets all fucked up and everything... it felt like so long, and where I was waiting was the door on the side of my old high school where my mom sometimes picked me up and I kept waiting for her car to go by. It was an odd sort of transfer because I was already inside  the truck and yet I was waiting for a ride.

Sammy, my green truck pulled up and we got inside. I drove us somewhere isolated and quiet so we could (you know.....), we tried making out and then I got this weird feeling that I should stop so I did and I realized I was dreaming,

"You're not Dylan."

He looked at me for a moment then said, "Nope, but I'm here." and continued trying to seduce me. I gave in after a moment, realizing I was dreaming. and kept chanting "Turn into Dylan", I said it over and over like when I begged for my Higher self to appear, and he did eventually and I got to kiss him on the chin.

I stopped him again, my reality beginning to crumble around me. I remember looking off in the distance and seeing fields and Hope mountain so pastoral and perfect, nothing like the way I remember them now. It was so vivid and so beautiful it was scary. I remember the lines of the feild, the trees, the small cottage with the woodpile stacked against it and the smell of something cooking... I remember the smell of wet wood moldering, and the smell of sweat and fear, and dirt and everything. It was amazing that all of that got crammed into on dream, smells, tastes, sensations, emotions... It was wonderful in it's own way even if I awoke in a sweat.

I was climbing climbing but after what felt like hours I hit a wall and couldn't get through it. It was at the top of the mountain. It was like bumping into plate-glass. I felt there was somewhere I had to be beyond those mountains but I couldn't. Most frustrating thing in the world.

Gift Horse

I was part of a CIA team meant to focus on medical and scientific blunders which apparently there were a lot of. We were in a world where scientific advancement wasn't as strict and doctors could get away with anything they wanted.

Dylan and I were part of a special unit (we made out a few times in the bathroom, the rest of the team wasn't to know...) to isolate and capture these scientific failures and to "process" them. We were in the field and we took down a rabid horse-person mutilation. They had the head, limbs and tail of a horse but were horribly scarred and bloody and infected. We brought them back to headquarters and tried to clean them up a bit, chaining them up (I felt so awful about that) and cleaning their wounds forcibly. Dylan was going to open their mouth but I got a feeling and shouted, "DON'T" but too late... as soon as their mouth was open hundreds of maggots fell out.

I remember feeling sick and trying to tell the doctor on our team that we should shoot the poor creature in the head because it was so awful. He declined and told us to continue to care for it and to treat it's wounds even though it's chances of survival were slim.

I remember going to the creature when no-one else was around and asking it, "I'm so so sorry... do you want to live?" I remember crying my eyes out and bringing tokens and treats to the horse-thing. It nodded at me. I kept asking it, "You can't be happy here, I know you're in pain, I can end it."

It was a terrible thing to do but I felt bad that the doctor insisted we keep it alive while they were obviously in terrible pain. I kept going back to the horse-creature and asking, "I can end it. Do you want me to?"

I woke up crying on behalf of the poor mutilated horse-creature with those big brown painful eyes.

The first phrase that popped into my head upon waking was "Don't Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth" but I'm not sure what that means. It was intense... and very gory.

Look Before You Jump

Awesome Lucid dream... after a few short strange ones.

It was sort of like Inception in that I felt like I was going layer by layer into my subconscious.

So, I was sleeping on the couch when I heard sports noises so I look over and there's an old man with his back to me watching football or something. He was wearing a darkish old man's cap (and my mum thinks it's my grandfather... -shrug- possibly). I was a little alarmed. I asked, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

Then I woke up again and saw my mom go into the bathroom. I started asking her how her nap was but then I got the sense that I was dreaming.

Woke up again. Mom went into the bathroom. When she came out I asked, "Are you reeeally my mother?" She started laughing hysterically at me.

Woke up... again. Dylan and I were sitting on my bed just talking and then the room began to flood. The bed began floating around my room (which was much bigger in my dream) until we simply floated out the window into the sea.

Then I woke up and I was staring down the longest distance I could have ever imagined. It was like one of those large concrete dams... only it was like six of them piled on top of each other. Way way way at the bottom I think I can see water. I gasped and stepped back away from the ledge.

I look up into the night sky and see people in flowy garments gracefully flying around along with huge koi fish, boats covered in lanterns, and turtles and various odd spirit things that kinda reminded me of Spirited Away. I realize I'm dreaming and fling myself off the ledge shouting, "I can flyyyy!!!!.... why am I not flyingggg? Oh shiiiiittt...." and then I land on the back of a large flying turtle.

He said, "Whoa, look before you jump, little one."
I asked, "Why's that?"

He nodded his head and I saw we were right above the water only it was dark and inky and there were these corpse-like things in the water reaching for us.

"You almost dove headfirst into the river of souls. No mortal should ever do that."

"Ah. That would probably be bad."

"What brings you here?"

"I don't know. I think I'd like to talk with my higher self."

"You think or you know?" The old turtle chuckled as he fly higher away from the water, gently bringing us to the top of the tiers.

I thought on it and once I made up my mind I said, "I know."

Suddenly it started thundering around us. It was like the concrete tiers were crumbling piece by piece and swirling around us along with water from the other side of the dam, us at the eye of this hurricane. The old turtle said over the roaring, "Are you certain, little one?"

I felt a sudden tug of fear but remembered I was dreaming and that this was all happening in my brain. I started focusing and chanting, "I want to meet my higher self. I want to meet my higher self. I want to meet my higher self. I WANT TO MEET MY HIGHER SELF." until I was shouting over all the noise. It was like the world was crumbling around us and the pieces were rattling and screaming.

All the spirits and glowy people looked down on the forming hurricane unconcerned and part of me wished I was with them away from all this noise. We were so high above the river now, almost at the top of the tier and then the wise old turtle warned, "You must go deeper."
I was screaming now, "Yes! I want to meet my higher self!"
He said, "As you wish." and we fell.

We didn't just fall, we plunged... picking up speed as we fell that great distance towards the river of souls.

"I thought you said it was a bad idea?!"

We were about to hit and all he said was, "Go. Deeper."

We hit the water and passed through a sort of barrier as the corpse things clawed at us. I came out a drainage pipe that fed into a stream. I looked around an realized it looked like the stream by my old house. I was wearing my old tiger bathing suit (which realistically wouldn't fit me now as I was four last time I wore it).

I wandered the paths back to the cabin which wasn't my old cabin but my 'dream house'. It looked all rundown and abandoned but I felt like I should go inside. It was getting dark around me and I heard scary night noises coming from the forest. The last thing I wanted was encounter the wilds of my subconscious (demon cougars anyone?).

I opened the door and stepped inside to find the woodstove fired up and an empty chair facing it. The floor was covered in a carpet of newspapers (like at my old cabin). I went and sat in the chair by the fire. As soon as I sat down I felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder and this feeling of love, security, familiarity, and clarity washed over me. I've never felt more "home" anywhere than I did in that moment. We said nothing. I didn't even see them. I didn't move. The hand disappeared and with it that feeling.

The newspapers caught fire and the rest of the house went up in flames but I was unphazed. I just calmly stood and walked out.

I woke up... and mom went into the bathroom. When she came out I asked, "Are you reeeeally my mother?" but all I got was a funny look. XD My poor Mum. She puts up with so much weird.