As The Raven Dreams Podcast - My Dream House By Blake Blizzard | #CreepyPasta Narration

Episode Date: May 22, 2021

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Today's story is my dream house by Blake Blizzard. I'm an amateur practitioner of lucid dreaming. For the unaware, lucid dreaming entails. being able to control your dreams or having more control than a normal random dream.

When drifting off to sleep, there is a half-dream, half-awake state. I'm sometimes able to control this part of my sleep cycle. I'm not fully lucid yet, but it's good practice for when you're really in a deep dream. It's mainly to help drift into REM's sleep. To do this, I imagine landmarks that I loved as a child, or even as a young man. I try to imagine my grandmother's house, a place I truly looked forward to visiting.

I can successfully navigate every room in her home, see the table laid out with food like she always did when we visited. But there's one room, the bathroom, that I'm not able to enter. Let's back up. I became interested in trying to control my dreams when I was about 30 years old. I'm currently 37. I was having a forgettable dream, but it must have been getting strange because I tried to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. Sure enough, I felt no pain. At that moment, I knew that old phrase and action was true.

I immediately investigated lucid dreaming the next morning. there's a lot of work that goes into it. I won't bore you with all the steps, but just to give you an idea, there's a couple exercises you can start right away that help the lucid process. Go ahead, try it tonight. Before you fall asleep,

try to imagine seeing clocks. Most dream experts agree that, for whatever reason, clocks are not found in dreams. Or, if they are, They are unrecognizable. So, the more you concentrate on seeing clocks, you can create them, thus knowing that you are in fact dreaming. Second, focus on mirrors in daily life.

Your reflection will not look the same when you pass by it in your dreams. When you see a clock or a weird reflection in a mirror while dreaming, you are on the successful path of self-awareness. You're in the lucid state, and the possibilities you explore are endless, my friends. My goal was to try to recreate places to help me relax into that much-needed R-E-M sleep. I'm sure most reading this are relatively close to the same age range. Can you remember the feeling of going through the video store on Friday nights? I grew up in a small town, so there were no...

major chain stores, but we did have a local video store. Maybe 100 videos and all, plus a little room with Sega and Nintendo games. I've gotten good at mapping the store out, best I can remember.

Seeing the plastic box art, seeing the candy at the counter. Anyone remember the movie with the monkey playing the symbols in it? Monkey Shine, it was called. Never saw it, and can't. tell you anything about it, but that picture is seared into my memory. Even though I try my best,

I know I can never recreate the store entirely. There have been times I've got stuck in the store, not sure where this room or that room came from. I can see videos or games that clearly were not around in the early 90s when I was physically going to that particular video store. It was called Granny's, by the way. Sometimes there's extra rooms, or a hallway that I don't remember, all part of the lucid process. Every time you remember something,

you put a little more haze into the memory. Not much, but it'll always alter slightly. It's still comforting to be back in a store that has not existed for damn near 30 years, though. I was also able to master another childhood favorite, the local Put-in-Bat. I'm sure most towns had a center like this. It was an arcade, a mini put-put-put-course, and batting cages. I wanted to spend every day at this place.

I can walk through this fun house like it was yesterday. Gumball machines as soon as you walk in, massive put-put-put-course right in the middle of the building, with arcade games lining the perimeter. The batting cages to the left, one at 35 miles per hour, one at 60 miles per hour, and then the birthday room. I had a lot of teenage mutants,

Ninja Turtle-themed birthdays there. The sad part is that once you master lucid dreaming of a particular area, I found that it's hard to replicate, or even just impossible to jump in, to. When this happens, I just try to look for other places that are familiar. I can't completely control my dreams yet, so I have to take these steps to help train. I've been able to fly, but only briefly, and I don't remember landing. I woke up on the

carpets near my bed. Remember how I started mentioning my grandma's house? Before I became more familiar navigating places in the dream world, I never had a a bad or off feeling while doing so. I've never even had a nightmare. Going through my grandmas was at first, very soothing. We went there every summer, and she always pulled out the stops for us. Plenty of junk food, pop, and pizza. She would drive us to KFC every other day, which was a treat,

as we didn't have any fast food places where I lived. Nothing but good memories. So you might be asking, as I did, what about this place would have made me feel very strange? I start by imagining the entire house from the outside. I see the lawn, the front, the sides, the back, and the driveway. I make up a beautiful day like it usually was during the summer months, not a cloud in the sky.

I open the screen door, into the porch, and towards the front door. Opening the door and entering the main room, I can feel the warmth. The kitchen has a round table full of chips and various dips. There's a painted picture of the famous Moulon Rouge near the sink. I made my way through the living room, admiring the massive candy dish that she always had out. I can't truly focus on the individual candy bars yet,

but I can make out the colors. The orange wrappers, I assume, are Reese's. Blue are for crunch bars or almond joys, maybe, and so forth and so on. After finishing up walking into both bedrooms, I snap out of my mid-dream world state. Not yet alarmed, but thinking it's strange, I wasn't able to get into the bathroom. It's not like I need to sweep the entire premise to have a successful lucid dream, but I at least try to make it to every room. Now that I think of it,

I have never been able to get into that bathroom. The next day, it started. I did not practice any kind of lucid dreaming. I thought I would give it a rest, as I was still a bit perturbed about being barred from a room that I should have easily entered the night before. As soon as I woke up, I had a sizable headache, a real pain shooting from right behind my eyes. I don't really get headaches, so this was slightly alarming.

As I was getting coffee, I saw movement dart from the corner of my eye. I was in so much pain at work that I actually had to leave. I've never left work early. On the ride home, I was feeling nauseous and tired. I slammed on the brakes as something ran in front of my car. When I was able to comprehend what was happening and I didn't have anyone rear-end me, I discovered that I was outside of my home. Did I lose time?

I was just in the middle of the highway, but now I'm home, pushing my brake. pads to the max. Needless to say, I don't think anything or any one ran across my path. I think that I need to try to get lucid to get into that room. So, I meditated. I turned the lights off. I had candles and incense, which is corny. I know.

But it's part of my pre-lucid ritual, and it seems to be successful. and it was time to do it again. Over the meadow and through the woods to grandmother's house we go. It's a beautiful summer day. Front, back, sides of the house, going up the driveway, Joshua trees on either side.

Wait, what? No. No, no. Joshua trees cannot be found within 2,000 miles of this area of the country. Just shake it off. Like I said, lucid dreaming isn't perfect. Through the porch, into the living room, candy dish, pizza and junk food on the kitchen table. All right, it's going well.

The Moulin Rouge picture, it's dripping red. Wait, that's not right at all. What the hell is happening? I'm walking through the dark. hallways towards the back room. I'm starting to slow down. Everything is moving in slow motion now, which does happen from time to time, but now there is a feeling of doom wrapping around me like a nefarious octopies tentacles.

I need to get into the bathroom. It's the mission now. I'm staring at the doorknob, which looks like a glowing red ball of fire. I feel a... An intense rush of air that erupts with a dark voice yelling into my ear, move. Back in my own bedroom. In the real world, I catch my breath. Trying to comprehend what just happened.

What is keeping me out of the room? Why have things changed when I do my nightly lucid exercises? Too many questions. I decided to give it one more try before abandoning this place. I took a personal day from work. The day would be spent clearing my head, going through my dream house, in my mind, while still being awake and fully aware. Closing my eyes, I'm transported to a spring day.

It feels like maybe 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Rain is coming down fairly heavy. Looking up to the sky, I see mostly clouds with open patches of blue where the sun is trying its best to shine through. The sporadic sunlight highlights the silver rain. The front door opens leading me through the porch. It's just overcast now. The rain seemed to stop immediately. At this point, I don't need to explain the layout of the house.

You know where I'm going. going, I'm briefly noting the rooms, the table with the snacks on it, the candy, etc. I make my way right to the bathroom. This time, there's a sign hanging off of the doorknob. A sign like you might see at any old convenience store, not like the neon signs that are more popular today. The kind that say, come on in, we're open. Confused, but hopeful, I slowly. Slowly turn the knob.

The door opens easily, leading me into the completely normal-looking room that I remember as a child. Small showers, two sinks and toilets, of course. The motif is sea creatures. Turtles on the shower curtain, fish-shaped soap, and towels with various sharks, fish and whale prints on them. What a relief. Wow. Anyways. As satisfied, I doze off to sleep.

When I wake up, I'm still in the bathroom. I must have broken through this barrier. Never having had this issue while being in a lucid state, I just figure that this is what's supposed to happen. I just have to wake up. Happy that this seems to be resolved, I decide to exit the bathroom and gradually bring myself to awake. The door doesn't open. Trying a little harder the door will not budge, slamming my shoulder into the door.

I'm now violently attempting to destroy this barrier, this prison. Now, panicked, not sure if I'm sleeping or awake, I realize this door will. will not open. It will never open. Turning around, I'm in total darkness. Whispers are heard. Quiet at first,

quickly mounting to a dull roar. They... They trapped me in, and I fear I'm never getting out. However... I can hear footsteps approaching from outside the door. So that was once again, My Dream House by Blake Blizzard.

Blake, thank you so very much for submitting the story to me. That's a fun one. I love these stories where the horror comes near the end, where it's not what you expect. The entire story being about lucid dreaming, I was curious what was going to happen, but then at the end being stuck in the house with somebody else that you don't know

and not being known whether or not you're awake or asleep. I think that's a pretty terrifying ending. You did a great job on that one, Buds. Thank you very much again, Blake. Thank you to everyone who listens to this, and thank you to everyone who is subscribed to the channel and isn't and all that stuff. Thank you everybody. I love y'all.

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