Voices

07.04.2014Quite the Wolf Problem (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am taking a stroll down the road late at night. As I pass the cemetary, I encounter a girl around fourteen years old who warns me that she is out hunting werewolves with her grandfather. She is clutching a vicious looking shotgun in a manner that suggests she is well accustomed to using it. While I am talking to her, we hear a ruckus nearby. A werewolf is attacking her grandfather! Suddenly lucid, I remember that I, too, am a werewolf. Fortunately I happen to possess much greater self control than this brute, who is out of his wits with the change. I morph into my werewolf form and leap onto the other wolf, tearing at his throat with my teeth. I can see how it could be tempting to go on a murderous rampage while in <PERSON> form--- letting out my inner beast feels amazing! Still, I hope that the girl realizes that I am helping, that I am protecting her from this other <PERSON>. I am not too keen on being shot. Suddenly, I am pulled from the dream into sleep paralysis as I feel someone shaking me awake. It seems to be my mother; I hear her voice telling me to wake up. I try to explain that I am in sleep paralyis, but it just comes out as a mumble. I try to roll over, but cannot move. My mom continues to shake me, telling me to wake up. By this point I am a bit irritated. I manage to get control of my foot and shake it back and forth enough to jar me awake. (This has proved the ONLY way I can force myself out of SP. I do not know why I am able to move my foot; it is literally the only real part of my body I am ever able to move.) Once awake, I realize that my mom is not even here. I am house sitting for her while she is in Florida. 07.04.2014George and the Rabbit (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I seem to be a well-known scholar, and I am staying in <PERSON> house for my current research, as he lives in a convenient location. I step out the front door to begin my day. Beside the step is a white rabbit wearing glasses. Insteac of fur, the rabbit has wool like a sheep. It seems happy to let me pet it, closing its eyes in content. <PERSON> is doing dishes behind me. I try to get his attention to show him the rabbit, but he does not want to be disturbed. 07.04.2014The Tornado Approaches (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID We are out in the open country by a little house. My grandmother, who suffers from alzheimer's, wishes to drive to the store. We are desperately trying to talk her out of it, but she will not listen. As we are arguing, the sky goes dark. A storm is nearby. I can hear the sounds of a tornado quickly approaching from behind me. Not even looking back, I lead everyone to a manhole by the house that appears to lead to the sewer. Not a proper storm shelter, but it should serve the purpose all the same. We hurry down the ladder before the tornado can reach us.