Too Close for Comfort

Dream Occurrence:  Monday, May 21, 2012.  Approximately 3:00 a.m.

Perspective:  first person
Lucidity: 2 (completely unaware of dreaming until awake)
Intensity:  6 (very emotional upon waking)
Emotion: Terror
Accompanied by: Sleep Paralysis
Senses:  Sight, Sound, Feeling
Colour:  B&W
Recurring themes:  soldiers, dying, explosions
Fear Factor: 7 (scared to death)
Gore Factor: 2 (gore is implied, not seen)


I was completely alone on the battlefield.  The field was shot up and cratered.  It was nighttime.

Bombs were whistling in the distance.  I could hear muffled explosions.

I crawled on my belly, elbows and knees.  I may have had a rifle and I may have had a helmet.  It was very hard to crawl.  I couldn't see anyone else, neither alive nor dead.

Suddenly, I heard a piercing whistle.  I got up to run because I knew it was a mortar shell that was coming at me.  The mortar struck the ground.  I was blown off the ground.  Never had I heard something so loud before.  It was louder than any gunshot.  The sound was so immense that I felt it more than heard it.

I could feel myself flying through the air and falling hard against the dirt.  Clods of earth came tumbling down - I could feel those hitting my back and my legs and my head.

Immediately, I got up to run again.  I was in a full panic now, because the bombs were extremely close.  I was running.  Another bomb fell and exploded.  This time I was blown off my feet and to the side.  I could feel the blast against my face.

I looked up.  I knew I couldn't run from the next blast.  I couldn't run anymore.  My heart was racing, and I could feel my pulse in my throat.

Another bomb fell out of the sky.  I closed my eyes, surrendered and let go.

I thought, "Out."

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Body transplant

Dream Occurrence:  Wednesday, June 27, 2012.  Approximately 6:00 a.m.


Perspective:  third person possession, then, first person
Lucidity: 4 (vaguely aware that this is a dream)
Intensity:  5 (emotionally evocative)
Emotion: Fear
Accompanied by:  Sleep paralysis
Senses:  Sight, Sound, Feeling
Colour:  B&W
Recurring themes:  soldiers, injection/blood transfusion
Fear Factor: 5 (disturbing)
Gore Factor: 3 (blood and body parts, most of the gore is implied, but not seen)


This was another one of those dreams that seemed to have a very long beginning, but I only remember the last little bit of it.

I was in some busy building, like a hotel or a hospital, or a little of both.

There was a man's head in a box.  He was alive, and he was completely aware of the fact that he had no body left.  He was in terror, and he was completely disoriented.  Some men carried him away in this box.  I could hear his head rolling around.  I knew they were taking him away to either regrow a body, or to transplant it, spine and all, into someone else's body.

I could hear people mumbling and speaking in technical jargon that I couldn't understand.  Then I realized, I'm next for this transplant business.  I didn't know what was missing on my body.  I knew that I had a torso left.  I may have had arms, but I couldn't feel them very well.  I knew that I had no legs.  My body stopped at the end of my torso.  I could feel air where my legs were supposed to be.

They carried me into some kind of operating room, and I was awake.  I was screaming, or at the very least, gasping and whining out of panic.  I couldn't remember where the rest of my body was.  All I knew was that these people around me had complete control, and I had no say in the matter.

Then I was kind of lying in someone's arms, like a baby.  I was clawing at their shoulders because of the pain, the confusion and the fear.  I knew they were going to operate on me, but I was awake.  I didn't want to be awake.

Someone gave me an injection.  It didn't take effect right away, but when it did, I began to feel numb in my extremities, and weak, and cozy.  I fell asleep - in my dream, I fell asleep.

And then I felt someone probing where my legs used to be.  Someone started up a chain saw.  I grabbed someone's hand, screaming, "No, I'm still awake!  You didn't give me enough painkiller!  I can feel everything!"  Then I felt the chain saw bite in my lower torso, above six inches above the original amputation.  I didn't feel it cut through my skin, but I felt it tear through the muscle.  I could feel the pressure and weight of the blade against the deep tissues.  I screamed again.

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