We were camping at Lower Twin Lake in the Mt. Hood National Forest, and after dark, we were sitting around the fire when my daughter tried doing a bigfoot howl. About 10 seconds after the ho…
both described screaming or howling
Place withheld · 2017-09-03 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
It is been 3/4 of a year since I stopped lucid dreaming, lately I have been making an effort to take it up since I can fit it into my life again. I have made no real attempts, just meditating and going to sleep earlier... But last night I got home late and had one heck of an experience. Dream - I Died I am in a museum with someone else (a friend I think), it is no where I know IRL. I look up and see a huge dome shaped skylight and on either side of the room there are stairs spiraling up. Me and my friend move on to another room where there is a lot of clockwork items behind glass display cases. I look around a bit and see that they are really varied in purposes, I thought at first they were actual clocks but begin to see that they are actually ancient and steam-punk. (gap in dream/memory) I am at my friends place in their living room, it is a small flat with simple furniture but the place has a lot of character (dark goth art and melted candles, looks like a witch's coven). My friend and his gf who live there together have gone somewhere and I am sitting on the sofa, it is dark and wet outside. The front door bursts open and my friends <PERSON>'s dad walks in and sees me - he thinks I am a burglar. (IRL I know he is a gang member and he is the standard 'big dude with a motorbike and leather jacket' type). He is instantly mad and rushes up to me and pulls out a gun - I panic and put my hands up saying "No do not shoot I am <PERSON> friend!" but he does not hear me. He just screams "What the F*** are you doing here and who the f*** are you!", but he does not wait for a reply - his gun fires and shudders my ears. I feel the hole it ripped in my chest, and the blood spilling from it. I am breathless and in shock, I knew I was going to die. I wake up but I still feel like I am dying, the memory of being shot was so vivid that I was confused about where I was - am I in hospital? No.. I am okay. I had to physically check my chest was okay since it seemed so real, I think this is the 3rd death-by-gunshot dream I have had and it is the most vivid one too.
What stood out: screaming or howling
We were camping at Lower Twin Lake in the Mt. Hood National Forest, and after dark, we were sitting around the fire when my daughter tried doing a bigfoot howl. About 10 seconds after the ho…
both described screaming or howling
I know there will be many who will not believe what I am about to relate as I am still having trouble coming to terms with all of it myself. My plan was to not post anything about what happe…
both described screaming or howling
I have a small cabin built in the woods near West Union Ohio in Adams county. Spend usually each summer and fall there for a few nights each visit. On each night, we have heard howls and thi…
both described screaming or howling
I was camping with my stepdaughter and one of her friends at the Big Bay Access Area on the Broad River. Upon arrival at the campsite at 12:30 AM, as is our custom, my stepdaughter did a 2-3…
both described screaming or howling
At 12:00 noon the witness, Jackie Hutto, heard noise and agitation from the dogs that he keeps in a dog pen at the back of his families property. At first, Jackie went to the door of his hom…
both described screaming or howling
One early October morning, back in 98, after tending to the chickens at the farm. Me and my Grandfather went squirrel hunting. We drove a couple miles down Fm 130, between Dangerfield and th…
both described screaming or howling
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