Dreams

[sufjams]

Originally Posted by Darth Drunk

I had a very peculiar dream last night and it was semi-frightening. The dream started off in a field and everything was beautiful. The grass was swaying as it was blown by the soft winds, and the water glistened as the warm sun had glared down upon it. Then there was this pretty little girl in a red dress at the top of the hill. Kind of pale in the face about 11 years of age. I began to run towards the girl and before I had even made it half way the skies above had changed to a black dark purple as they raged with lightening. The wind had picked up to a more violent speed howling as it blew over me. The girls hair was blowing all over the place and her skin color now had blisters and scabs all over and was bleeding profusely. I couldn't help but stare at her wondering what was happening, but then she turned around and her face had stricken me with utmost horror. Her eyes where solid black and where cascading a dark liquid from them at an alarming rate, the same liquid that was flowing from her mouth. About a second or two later she had let out this piercing scream, and the ground around her had begun to rip and tear towards the blackened skies. At this moment I had awoken from my lamp being blown from the wind outside (My window was open) and hitting me.

That is the most terribly.. horrible dream I've ever heard of someone having. Freud and Jung would have had a ****ing field day together.

My dreams are usually very dramatic with dire consequences, and are concerning various love interests. Haha, I'm a romantic.

[Justananomaly]

I like the nights without dreams, I usually sleep better.

[Darth Drunk]

Haha I usually feel the same, seeing as all of mine always turn out twisted. I actually just prefer skipping out on sleeping all together.

[argondey]

dreams to me are a world where i am completely free, where i can to do anything. When i wake up i usually wish i could still be there, a couple years ago(i was pretty depressed) i would cry over good dreams, just because i had to wake up.

I haven't had a bad dream in a while, if bad things happen i kick ###, i'm a pretty violent person so violence is often what i dream about. I haven't been scared in or out of dreams since i recovered from depression.

[Darth Drunk]

Last night I had yet another dream, this one was less scary but more unpleasant.

I cannot remember where the dream had started or why I was running, I just was. As each building passed me by, another armed man was there waiting with a smoking barrel pointed at me. As each shot made it's unique sound while it grazed my skin, and hit the wall beside me I would run even faster and harder. Then there was a man in the alleyway beside me, he had a certain fire in his eyes and I had no doubt that this man would be my assassin. He fires, and time had come to almost a standstill as I watched the bullet left its superficial mark across my arm, and his eyes lit with the same fire that was lit in mine. He let off the rest of the rounds in his gun, and I was left to the same fate, the fate to live another day in suffering. Upon his last firing he dropped his gun and began sprinting towards me as I had to him stopping about ten feet in front of each other staring intently into each others eyes. I threw the first kick, and he grabbed my leg flipping me over his head and put he into a lock, I immediately kicked him in the back if his head and was released as he fell on the ground behind me. I got up and ran towards the fire escape on the building beside me ran up the wall to reach the ladder, and made my escape to the rooftop where I was met by three other men, and the man from the alley. I ran towards the man with the gun running up his body to grab his head with a lock in between my ankles as I flipped, breaking his neck. Once I had landed on my feet I ran towards another man he threw a punch and I had dodged, grabbing his arm and flipping him onto his back beating his neck until he was spitting his blood. The last guy I had begun to fight when the alley guy came out and swung at me with a lead pipe, I had dodged but was kicked with a low kick by the second man, and was hit in the head with the lead pipe. All went black for an undisclosed amount of time, when I had woken I was tied down to a chair where a man had come out and talked to me. He called me by the name of Mr. Cooper. I do not know why since that is not even my name. He asked me a few questions about my family, and beat me with a lead pipe until I blacked out once again. This time when I woke up I was unable to open my eyes it felt as if something was weighing them down, and when I opened my mouth to scream it was locked by the same force as well. The man from before then said "there is no use to scream Mr. Cooper, the tongues of the wicked shall not be left unpunished, and the eyes of the cold hearted shall be sewn shut." Then with one last go he hit me with some blunt object tearing the stitches free from my skin in which they were sewn.

Then I woke up and that was that.

[JunoK]

I believe a dream is a manifestation of you sub-conciousness that you repress while you are concious. I had a dream not too long ago, and it went like this...
Dream: I was walking in an abandoned hospital and I heard crying from a room, so I went in a saw a beautiful girl crying. I gave her a rose to cheer her up and left the room. I cam back later to find out that she had slit her wrist and hung herself. So I ran out of the room and out of the hospital into a barren field that reminded me of an Iowa from Hell. I vomited twice andafter wiping my mouth, looked up to see a pale hand sticking out of the soil. Another sprouted nearby, and then many more, forming a pale white flower of arthritic, snow-white hands. I looked at my own hands and saw that they were blood-covered and screamed. Needless to say, I woke up and was scared out of my wits.

[Charge]

Originally Posted by JunoK

I believe a dream is a manifestation of you sub-conciousness that you repress while you are concious. I had a dream not too long ago, and it went like this...
Dream: I was walking in an abandoned hospital and I heard crying from a room, so I went in a saw a beautiful girl crying. I gave her a rose to cheer her up and left the room. I cam back later to find out that she had slit her wrist and hung herself. So I ran out of the room and out of the hospital into a barren field that reminded me of an Iowa from Hell. I vomited twice andafter wiping my mouth, looked up to see a pale hand sticking out of the soil. Another sprouted nearby, and then many more, forming a pale white flower of arthritic, snow-white hands. I looked at my own hands and saw that they were blood-covered and screamed. Needless to say, I woke up and was scared out of my wits.

That is such an awesome dream. Scary, but awesome.

[JunoK]

It was.
Awesome, terrifying, and life-changing.
I am now scared of abandoned buildings at night.
Or is that everyone?
I have another dream, this one kinda old, but interesting nevertheless.
Dream2: I was tied to a wooden chair that was bolted to the ground with a flickering light above my head. The room was dark and damp, smelling of mildew and blood. A man came in a forced some sort of liquid donw my throat, burning like vodka down the gullet. He then stabbed my leg with some sort of ornamental blade, clearly used for some sort of religious ceremony. All of a sudden, friggen Pyramid Head from Silent Hill 2 comes out of a shadow and kills my captor. He releases me and drops to his knees in a bow. I look in a mirror and see a shadow-like figure staring back.

Yes, I am a very disturbed individual with many strange dreams.
For another example,
Dream3: I was chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble. I flew away. It was fun. And the gum was pink.

[Gow]

My latest dream:

A fledgling superman with the powers of flight but being blown back down to Earth by a gust of wind. Heat vision that could only pop a tire after zapping for a while. Strength that could uproot a tree, but I would fall over as I held it up. Guess it was all just a sense of imperfection in the supposed perfection. Only two images came from environments known, rest was just created from the realm of the mind. Probably a collection of images, cut and sliced into the a new landscape.

[JunoK]

So it was like Superman on some heroin then right?
Kinda off.... yet still can function somewhat normally?

[Robb4248]

Here's a vivid one... somewhat lucid... I remember myself waking up in bed then falling asleep... I knew it was a dream, I knew what I was doing, it was weird... anyway, here's what it was:

I was in an argument with someone over something when they lunged at me. Somehow I acquired a gun and shot the man in the chest and felt my heart drop (hey, I said it was lucid... whenever something like this happened I would wake up and then fall back asleep, realizing that it was a dream). I began to run and noticed that someone was following me so I continued to run faster and faster but no matter what I did, I couldn't keep the man from catching up for me (I think he was an authority figure?). I guess I was in a skyscraper because I made it up to the roof and to the edge. Looking back I noticed the man with gun drawn... so I jumped off of the ledge and the next thing I know the man grabbed me, trying to pull me up. So I drew my gun that I had shot the man with previously and aimed it at the man's head, pulling the trigger. Now this was weird, very vivid and detailed, but I specifically remember the bullet going into the gentleman's head and then my perspective changing to watch it exit. After that I woke up and that was the end.

Most vivid dream I have ever had. lol

[unlucky013]

okay im dead serious some of my childhood dreams from like 6 or 7 years ago are becoming true. im serious. i had to travel to another high school for a tournament- never been there before in my life- i already knew the place and i knew the room we were staying in. a couple of weeks ago- i looked out my window and my "neighbors" (they live down the road from us... im in the country) were out skating on our pond. i was standin there and i remembered the scene from a dream i had eons ago. i was even holding the same cup of water. and it scares me to know this cuz on top of that i get like preminitial feelings every now and then, so i never know if my nightmares or unpleasnt dreams will come true or not.

[moyamoya]

Originally Posted by Exlax

Last night I had yet another dream, this one was less scary but more unpleasant.

I cannot remember where the dream had started or why I was running, I just was. As each building passed me by, another armed man was there waiting with a smoking barrel pointed at me. As each shot made it's unique sound while it grazed my skin, and hit the wall beside me I would run even faster and harder. Then there was a man in the alleyway beside me, he had a certain fire in his eyes and I had no doubt that this man would be my assassin. He fires, and time had come to almost a standstill as I watched the bullet left its superficial mark across my arm, and his eyes lit with the same fire that was lit in mine. He let off the rest of the rounds in his gun, and I was left to the same fate, the fate to live another day in suffering. Upon his last firing he dropped his gun and began sprinting towards me as I had to him stopping about ten feet in front of each other staring intently into each others eyes. I threw the first kick, and he grabbed my leg flipping me over his head and put he into a lock, I immediately kicked him in the back if his head and was released as he fell on the ground behind me. I got up and ran towards the fire escape on the building beside me ran up the wall to reach the ladder, and made my escape to the rooftop where I was met by three other men, and the man from the alley. I ran towards the man with the gun running up his body to grab his head with a lock in between my ankles as I flipped, breaking his neck. Once I had landed on my feet I ran towards another man he threw a punch and I had dodged, grabbing his arm and flipping him onto his back beating his neck until he was spitting his blood. The last guy I had begun to fight when the alley guy came out and swung at me with a lead pipe, I had dodged but was kicked with a low kick by the second man, and was hit in the head with the lead pipe. All went black for an undisclosed amount of time, when I had woken I was tied down to a chair where a man had come out and talked to me. He called me by the name of Mr. Cooper. I do not know why since that is not even my name. He asked me a few questions about my family, and beat me with a lead pipe until I blacked out once again. This time when I woke up I was unable to open my eyes it felt as if something was weighing them down, and when I opened my mouth to scream it was locked by the same force as well. The man from before then said "there is no use to scream Mr. Cooper, the tongues of the wicked shall not be left unpunished, and the eyes of the cold hearted shall be sewn shut." Then with one last go he hit me with some blunt object tearing the stitches free from my skin in which they were sewn.

Then I woke up and that was that.

you ever thought of writing a book, exlax?

my dreams usually mix what happens in life with what i wish would happen and what i was thinking of when i was going to sleep. umm... the last one was horrifying. i was trapped in a crumbling castle (i was reading howl's moving castle), and was threatening someone unknown person that if he touches one hair on my sister's head i will personally come and !@#$%^&* him. i was also shouting, "do you know who my father is?" in an extremely dumb tone. as if that was going to help. then there was a storm, and i was crying. i was also standing on a cloud. then a tall silhouette came and hugged me. and it was all nice and warm and had an amazing voice. then it's heart started playing the radio. that was the alarm. i flung the alarm. ahh those arms.
p.s don't analyse the dream, cuz all that will reveal is that i have serious insecurities.

[Darth Drunk]

Originally Posted by moyamoya

you ever thought of writing a book, exlax?

Im not sure if you mean I am a great writer, or that that was a very long passage lol. On the note of it being a long mini-novel, I believe that dreams are very complex and cannot be expressed in short little summaries. Especially because dreams are not of the normal, and can really be quite far from reality so detail is very important.

I do however have a short dream to write about, it was a dream I had about 3 days ago, and really did not have time to write it down in my journal as I was late for work. So I just ran over it in my mind briefly while in the shower.

The dream started in the ocean, I was in a bay of sorts. The bay water was clear and was beautiful, held the reflection of the sun on the horizon that lit the dawning sky. It was about 6pm, and everyone was returning back to their docks at home. I however was swimming right in the middle of all of this, a yacht about 300ft in size slowly pulled up next to me and extended a ladder down to me. Once I got on board I noticed that no one was on board, but really did not care to find the one who saved me I mean I was on a yacht by myself. So I took it to one of the surrounding houses and broke in. The people that lived there were eating dinner and asked for me to join (WTF) so I did. They asked me where I was from and I told them (do not remember where) and they bought me a train ticket back. Once on the train it started moving downwards at very high speeds so fast it scraped the roof my whole adventure down. Once down to my home there was a war. A war between Ballmer and Jobs. Then I woke up.

[moyamoya]

Originally Posted by Exlax

Im not sure if you mean I am a great writer, or that that was a very long passage lol.

i meant that in a good way. i mean that would take an A in my descriptive writing class. i know cuz i have no talent for describing stuff. i can only focus on the plot. and i also meant that you're dreams are original (whose aren't except mine?) and that you could use that dream for a scene or even a plot. just a suggestion though. and if you want anotherexample, look at the dream you posted with the quote above.

[Darth Drunk]

Originally Posted by moyamoya

i meant that in a good way. i mean that would take an A in my descriptive writing class. i know cuz i have no talent for describing stuff. i can only focus on the plot. and i also meant that you're dreams are original (whose aren't except mine?) and that you could use that dream for a scene or even a plot. just a suggestion though. and if you want another example, look at the dream you posted with the quote above.

Funny thing is I have not taken an English related class for about a year now, and my teachers had always hated my writing style when I was in an English class.

[moyamoya]

yeah well, i flunked math in 9th and 10th grades, and when shifted schools, i won first prize in the regional math comp... teachers aren't gods, they aren't always right. charles schulz failed the only drawing class he ever took. he was the creator of Peanuts.
p.s. change the spelling of remember in your signature

[Charge]

I had a small dream.
About college.
Nothing major.
We just drew a huge penis in the frost but then we got caught =[ I woke up then lol.

[Azu-nyan]

Our senior class once made a "snow mushroom" that was strangely disproportionate for a mushroom. >.<

Well, this was one of my odder dreams, strangely reminiscent of the ones I used to have as a kid. I was on some sort of family vacation to what I can assume were Mayan ruins. The whole thing felt and acted like a video game, somewhere between Tales of Symphonia and Lego Star Wars. I’m fairly certain most of it was in third person as well, and only moved to first person towards the end as I gained awareness.

We walked into this one room, covered with some sort of green moss all over. It was large, expansive, and made of stone. Two frogs (who I seemed to recall being married from a previous game) and their child were in it, and we talked to them at some length. Apparently this “resort vacation” was structured like a game, and participants had certain activities which were again strangely reminiscent of video games. In this room, we had to explore and find all of the “treasure” we could. I (I don’t recall anyone else following me, since the dream played out like a video game, and I can’t control everyone) hopped across some stone blocks in the middle of a large pond in one corner of the room. I then reached some sort of stone island in the middle and started to, for lack of a better word, open and interact with various objects to make treasure of some sort-I have no idea what any of it looked like, just some names that popped up on the screen that I’ve forgotten-when the frog couples’ baby fell into the pond and was eaten by a very large, very ferocious fish.

There is some sort of time skip, and now I’m very aware that I’m dreaming, and in first person. Me, my mother, and my sister are all sitting next to a stone wall, and has several porthole-like windows. It’s dark outside. I remember seeing something hover down that was a clue to reach out and grab candy from the window sills. So, we grabbed some and then I saw my old laptop. Well, not my old laptop, but the same model. It was hanging just out of sight, but I spotted it and dragged it down. The power cord was attached to it on one end and to an outlet literally on the side of the stone wall on the other. I managed to tug it out. I was quite happy that I managed to find a backup laptop, though it was odd, because the laptop seemed smaller and made of a smoother, glossier plastic, but I distinctly remember that despite that, it was the same model laptop, even though I never opened it. I just knew. And then my mom began to harp on me that unless I paid her the full price of the laptop (oddly enough, there was a tag attached to it by thin plastic string that said “This laptop costs $300.” BTW, it doesn’t), I couldn’t have it. I told her that I did nothing wrong, and won it fair and square, but she wouldn’t budge, and my sister, being my sister, joined in on my mother’s side. Then I remember saying that I won it fair and square and that it was mine, and remember doing something different about how I said it. They both fell into a minor daze. I, as me and not a character in a dream, thought for a moment as to what I could use to have the desired effect, choose Geass, and then replayed the scene with myself using Geass the second time to give it some plausibility, well, for a dream anyway. Then I woke up.

[Darth Drunk]

"Don't, STOP!!" were the only words I heard echoing, as everything flew by me with a sharp swoosh sounds. Progressivly the sounds became louder and faster, the words "Don't, STOP!!" continued echoing in my head, in what appeared to be my memories passing me by. My heart was beating faster than I had ever felt before, I could feel it bumoping in my chest, trying to tear its way out. The sounds were becoming overwelming, in attempt I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the memories each one bringing everything back. There where my parents when I had my real first birthday, and I got a real gift not just the potato cake that I usually got (We were really poor at the time). I held it in my hands as if was my very own child, it was in a sense it was a puppy. Really unable to understand how this came to be, where my parents got the money to buy a dog and to support it. Even at the age of ten these things ran through my mind like they would through a middle aged mans.

The memory then slipped and moved onto the next passing by every moment with my parents, my family. The birth of my brothers and sisters when I was 13 and 15. I remember looking into their eyes as they were swwaddled up in there little blankets and unable to open their eyes to this new world, grabbing one of my fingers with their little hands. Then the memories took a turn for the worse as I got older the experiences became less desirable. Each day my family grew in terms of wealth and with each other, but not me I had never really changed I knew them for who they really were. They were the ones who casted me out, leaving me to look in on them as if it was a double sided glass. I could see them, but they could not see me. I did not ddesire attention though, but I did expect them to feed me to acknowledge me. I was after all their son. The memories now became sparse and few between. They were rushing around my head even faster now almost unable to grasp. Then they stopped and there I was sitting in a room. A room in which I will never forget, it was the courthouse from last christmas. The room from which I was taken into my sentence, the room in which I saw and spoke to my parents for the last time. The judge had just made his deision and I was to spend 10 years in prison with no bail. I look at my parents and my eyes began to stream with tears, my stomach had dropped. They just turned around and said "goodbye Chris", I then screamed right there in the courthouse "Don't STOP!! I need you!" never once did they turn around to acknowledge they heard me or to even tell me they were sorry. The policemen had then taken me to my cell, in washington thousands of miles from home from all that I knew.