05-05-2006, 01:31 AM
nomercy Wrote:They'd probably say that you're mentally disturbed.My latest dream...
Open on a house,on top of a hill.The surroundings are beautiful,lush,green vegetation skirts the bottom of the house.Inside are two people,sat talkng about something,which i couldn't make out.The people are me,and a girl named Shiro,whom i know well,because i created her for an RP a couple days back.Anyway,the front door opens,and me(the dream me,not the spectral me that i assume i was being harboured in)turned around,and another guy came in.Him,i don't recognize.Anyway,it looked like he said something bad,because Shiro started shaking,and yelling about something.The dream me moved over to her,and put his/my arm around her,to comfort her,i guess.Next thing,the me/i go down,due to being stabbed,or so it seemed like the to astral me.She drops down,cradling me as i/he falls,and she was crying.Then the guy seemed to look at the astral me,and came forwards.He threw knives at me,and they all sank into me,though i didn't feel them.I walked to him,and swung my fist at him.He grabbed it,and rammed another knife into me.This one i felt,and fell.Last thing i remember was the guy leaving,and Shiro crying...
When i woke up,i felt like crying too.What is up with me and my death dreams?
This reminds me of a dream I once had. You know how everyone has different dreams,; for example, some people have their dreams in color while others have theirs in black&white, others can change their dream setting at the drop of a hat. Well not me, my dreams tend to be horrid. the dream started like this:
It was early in the morning, so early the sun hadn't come up yet. I lay there, on my bed, quizzically looking at the ceiling. While I stare at the ceiling the
(camera, my mind, metaphysical self) zooms in on a menial spot on the ceiling, for what reason I don't know. then I get out of my bed, walk to my window I see nothing, well nothing as in nothing abnormal, thats when it happened. I (metaphsical camera) turns around to look at the wall adjacent to my window, and slowly the wall is being shredded and ripped, and torn in every direction, but its all happening very, very slowly. I ran to check each of my family members rooms. I scream at them but its inaudible, I wanted so badly to go snatch them all up and run with them, but as I told you before; my dreams don't work that way. So I turn around and run down the infinite length of stairs, I motor to the front door, but everything appears to be in slow motion, I swing the door open, run all the way around our house and find the most frightening thing probably I will EVER encounter. It was a very tall, yet very, very thin tornado, moving at incredibly slow speeds. Girating round and round. Strangely my metaphysical self was indifferent, I walked over to the slowly girating tornado and placed a hand on it like it was a giant angry tree or something, and then it stopped. Thats all I remember, I woke up sweating like crazy, I don't know what that dream meant, and frankly I don't want to know.