Dreams will materialize even when you are still awake
I was 13 and living in a two-story shack on a heavily wooded acreage in the Northwest Territories, Canada with my parents (not my actual parents). We kept a few pack horses for those who wanted to rent them for hunts or other uses. My father and I had just returned from town. There had been a horse auction and we had bought another horse. It was dark when we drove up the long driveway lined by forest. As we neared the house and the trees cleared, we saw something lying on the side of the driveway. It was a horse of ours. It was dead, and ripped up pretty good.
My father pulled up to our garage and told me to get the horse from the trailer, stick it inside the garage and to shut the door behind me. That I did very quickly because I was quite nervous. Father stepped inside to ask mother if she had heard anything. I got the horse inside, hit the garage door opener and wished it closed as fast as it could. As I stood there, towards the back of the garage, I saw something outside the back window. It was a bear, a large one, a grizzly. I ran inside the house, and into our kitchen, where I yelled to father about what I saw. There was a window at about the spot where the kitchen and dining room were separated. I stood there. Mother was in a chair farther down where the dining room ended. There was a fireplace there. The living room was behind her. Father was back in the kitchen. A moment passed as my father pondered what we should do. I was watching out the window next to me when I saw the bear coming along the front side of the house. It was headed towards the window where I stood, but I didn’t feel afraid because I was inside. And just as it neared the window, it rose up on its back feet and jammed its head right through the window with a loud growl! There was the sound of breaking glass, and my mother screaming.
The bear's head came at me in 3-D and scared the crap out of me. It was so close, I felt the heat of its body and smelled its horrible breath. I took off for the stairs. The bear clawed at the window and rolled its way into the house all in one movement. I caught site of mother standing by her chair, still screaming. Father tripped backward into the kitchen as the bear headed for him. I ran up the stairs. I knew there was a gun up there. Everything happened within seconds. I came back down as the bear stood over my father. I put the big bear in my sites. And for a split second, I wondered what ma would think if I shot the gun in her kitchen. There was a big boom. Then everything went black.
Warning: Dreams sometimes don't make sense; don't have plots; don't have endings
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I was an explorer on a research mission with fifteen military and civilian personnel. We were exploring a location in a foreign country that had been deserted by humans long ago due to its environment becoming too contaminated to live in. So we were surprised to find sign of recent activity. We entered a large warehouse. It felt very cold, and we soon realized why. The entire room was filled with huge blocks of ice.
The ceiling had a couple sunroofs, which allowed us to see the six foot-by-twelve foot by 2 foot deep sheets of ice. In places, the ice blocks created stepping stones to the ceiling. I and another fellow climbed up a few layers while several people stayed by the door. Then we heard crashing noises. Ice blocks crumbled below us, and I realized that these blocks were stacked deeper than ground level. The blocks underneath were deteriorating and were unable to hold the weight above them, and that would make the blocks above them crash downwards.
I associated it with a video game, and wondered if we weren't the players. It required a player to jump from ice block to ice block to stay on firm ground, not knowing when an ice block would break apart below them. If you were on one that broke-especially in the stacks low to the ground, one could get seriously hurt or killed. I decided to climb higher. It felt safer. Someone tried to leave by way of the door, and realized we had been locked inside. Someone screamed.
Then more crushing ice. A couple people disappeared. I climbed higher. One fellow climbed higher as well, while a few climbed only midway. Several stayed by the door with hopes it might open again. I did not like the idea of standing by the door because that ice was dark and appeared weak. More ice blocks gave away. Then a large chunk by the door sunk. There was screaming, and everyone by the door disappeared. I climbed fast now, and realized I was able to climb high enough to reach the rafters, and could then possibly get to the windows. There was the sound of more ice breaking up. More screaming. I was almost to the top. Then everything went black.