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This dream was quite disturbing, because it involved the death of a child.
Across the street was a grumpy military man... He had a son about two or three years old. In the dream this little boy moved and thought like an adult would, but he appeared to be a baby, and was in the dream... I think dreams just do weird things like that sometimes.
Anyway, there was another man across the street. He had a horse. The grumpy father didn't like the horse, and would wave his gun and shout at the man across the street. But the man with the horse would also get angry, and defend his horse from those false accusations, because they were false.
In the dream I am a teenager, walking down the street. I stop at the man and his horse, as the grumpy man's sons comes waddling over. The grumpy man, at this point, is nowhere to be seen... So I watch curious as the boy approaches the man and his horse.
"Stay away from this horse," says the man. "You're so small, you could get hurt."
He goes on about this as the child stares up at his horse... And as if in spite, the child steps under the horse, INTENTIONALLY. He intentionally positions himself under the horse and waits to get kicked. And the horse rears up, and as it comes back down, a hoof strikes his forehead... Blood runs down the child's face as he falls to the ground dead.
The man panics at the sight of his lifeless body, and spots a shovel, grabbing the shovel he begins to scoop up grass (and a little soil) and cover the child's body laying next to the horse... The grumpy father comes back outside from across the street, and looks around for his boy. I notice the man struggling to cover the body, and I help him. I don't know exactly why I do it in the dream, but I help him... In the dream I was feeling a mix of horror at the sight of a dead baby boy, and also a feeling that justice was being served somehow (I pitied the man with the horse as well, because I didn't think it was his fault). I helped the man cover the body... grass, rocks, and dirt... And he isn't found out.
The next thing I know I am walking towards my house. My parents are in the car, having come back from the hospital. Holly is in the car, and when they help her out, I notice this enormous, colored bruise covering her entire leg. It looks swollen, raw, and an array of colors. She can't walk with it, and somehow in my mind I am terrified that they will have to take it off... Her lips are also bruised and swollen, and she is finding it hard to talk. I panic at the sight of her, and feel a little pity.
My mother tells me that the doctor said she will be fine, but in the dream I had doubts, and I was very afraid of her.
The word 'HONESTY' came into my mind... I don't know why... And I become very, very angry.
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I was in an arcade with a small boy. He was blonde and had very curly hair and big blue eyes. I have no idea who he was, but I know he held tightly to my arm. Jackie was with us, and we were taking this small boy through this arcade, watching him play these fun little games and win tickets. I remember at the beginning giving him eight of these shiny tokens.
When he was done, he came back beaming at us with his arms full of tickets. He said that he was done, so we took him to the prize counter. I picked him up as his tickets were counted (though the total amount didn’t seem important and I never heard what it was anyway), and he spied the prizes through this glass counter. It was then that he said he wanted to get something for me. I smiled and told him that he didn’t have to, but he insisted.
It was then that Jackie pointed to these little glass turtles. They’re the kind you place in the water with floating candles in a display, but that didn’t seem to matter. They were brightly painted, and I liked one of them in particular… The boy smiled and reached out to touch one. I remember in that instant thinking to myself, that’s not the brightest/prettiest one, but that will do just fine. As soon as the boy touched it, he vanished.
This didn’t seem to alarm either of us. In fact, we didn’t seem to notice at all. But as soon as he had touched the turtle, it began to grow… and the carpet soon started to take in water… This puddle on the floor below the display started to grow larger… and it was moving fast. Jackie and I backed away, watching the turtle sprout tentacles and morph into this squid-looking thing with huge red eyes. It was skin-pink in color, and as we ran toward the exit door, it started to get very cold.
The squid continued to grow at an alarming rate. No one in the arcade seemed to notice or be of any importance, and the squids long tentacles chased us through the exit door.
The next thing I remember is about two feet of water… We were trying to find a way out of this hallway, but we had to be very, very quiet. The tentacle that was after us cannot see (it is only a tentacle), but it can sense movement, so were trying to move through the water as quickly and quietly as possible. The squid was too big to enter the hallway itself, so the tentacle continued to search us out.
Jackie finally grabbed a can of something that causes the tentacle to freeze in ice for a moment, and we heard a loud growl/weird sound as the giant squid realized what happened.
Then we stopped and spied this man at the end up of the hall. He was rugged looking with a large had and even bigger gun. He loaded the gun and aimed it right at us.
Before he can shoot, Jackie pulled me into a closet and shut the door. The only weird thing about that closet is that the door was made up of closely placed bars. The spaces were too small for the tentacle to go through, but it reminded me of a jail cell. There was also a lock on the door, but we never at any time in the dream had a problem trying to get in or out.
Well, we were trapped. The squid to the right of us, and the crazy man with the gun on our left (who was unable to chase us down because of the water and crazy tentacle).
Then I look around the closet. It was bare, but I could see a hole in the wall. There was movement, a flickering, and for an instant I saw an eye looking straight at me. It was blue. It startled me, but when I looked straight at the eye for that split second, when I turned back, we were in a junkyard. All that was standing was the door, but that too fell over and made a clattering noises as it hit the ground.
Jackie and I looked at each other, confused… We walked around this junk yard, found a hole in the fence, and escaped. This is when I woke up.
There was nothing strange about the junk yard except this one vehicle in particular. It was rusted, in pieces. The metal was twisted and the glass was broken. And through the sunroof, as though it were reaching for the outside, was this long white skeletal arm.
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This dream takes place in a forest. It’s a very dense, green forest. I’m unsure about the time of day, but I know it’s not night.
Some parts are unclear, but I know my family and friends are in the dream. We are having fun in the forest, hiking and riding quads.
The next thing I know I’m riding one of these quads down a trail and having a lot of fun… but somehow I hit a very slippery patch of mud in the trail and lose control. The quad spins and crashes. I’m thrown off.
I don’t know how it happens exactly, but I know that I end up with a tree branch through my heart… I could have landed on it in such a way. I’m not sure, but I am sure that I end up with this tree branch in my chest. It sticks out both sides, and there is a lot of blood.
I look down and see the branch sticking out of my chest and three or four little fingers of the branch sticking out as well… In the dream I don’t seem to be in any pain, but I am growing weaker and thinking that I am going to die.
My family/friends find me and take me away. By now I’m covered in blood and near death. The strange thing is that I can continue talking to them like a normal person… I just can’t move… but it IS a dream… We’re all trying to figure out if I am going to die or not. When the ambulance comes, they say I have a very slim chance…
And then I wake up. I can’t recall whether or not I actually survived…
But it was quite a disturbing dream. I have never had one quite like it before. It was very vivid! It was also full of little details, but I can’t recall them at the moment. That’s what I get for putting this post off until I got back from school. Putting it off gives me time to forget things. =(
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The first deam that I'll post is a little strange. I had it the other night...
I was asleep in my room. My sister was asleep in the guest room across from me, and the rest of the family slept downstairs in the other rooms.
I woke up suddenly to the sound of this growling. When I sat up and looked directly past my toes to the wall ahead of me, I saw very large, strange, glowing eyeballs. I was frightened, and as it came more into focus, I could see this shadowy form of a man, chained to my wall. His legs were pread out on the floor, and his arms were pulled up and away from his body from the chains. From his apperance I concluded that he was a pirate. He proved me correct when he said, in a very "piratey" way/accent/whatev, that this house was his.
I jumped out of bed without speaking to him and ran downstairs, waking everyone up as I did. I told them all that there was a dead pirate in my room and that we needed to leave or something awful would happen. I think the only one who believed me was Holly, whether it was because her room was right across from mine or if she was just a believer too, she was the only one. My parents told me I was having a nightmare and they went to bed.
I went back upstairs and the pirate was gone. I wondered if maybe I had been having some sort of strange nightmare, I went back to bed. Before I could pull the covers over my head, I heard the growling again. This time the pirate was fighting the chains, and when I slipped out of bed, by feet made a strange sound as they landed firmly on soaked carpet. I looked down and saw that the floor of my bedroom was wet.
I ran into Holly's room and woke her up. I pulled her from her bed, but as soon as we got to the hall, I noticed that water was spraying out of the bottom of my closed door. Knowing that there was probably more water behind the door, I didn't open it... and continued down the stairs with a very confused Holly.
By the time we got to the bottom of the stairs, the stairs had become this mini waterfall from all the water... and the first floor was filling up FAST (too fast really, but it was a dream). It was ankle deep by the time I made it into my parents room, and about knee deep by the time they were both awake, aware of what was going on, and ready to leave.
We thought we were free until we reached the door. As we looked out the window, we coulnd't see any grass or gravel or GROUND at that... We could see the trees, but many feet of water was in our way. To make things worse, we could see the forms of things moving beneath the waters surface. It was dark water, but we would see flashes of something in the water. We leaft the house and ran down the walkway until it sunk down into the water.
There was a big boat there, so we all climbed in. My father got it started and we moved out into the front yard, that now looked like some very salty lake. I looked up at my window from the boat and saw the pirate's angry face looking back at me... and then I noticed the gate. We had to wait until the water rose a few feet above the gate to be able to get across, because no one was going to jump out of the boat and swim down in to the water to try to open it.
Once the water was a few feet over the gate we went flying over the smooth surface of the water. We had to close our eyes when we noticed the bodies of our neighbors, all blue and puffy, floating in the water. We figured that it couldn't be like this everywhere, so we headed south toards my second home.
On our way there we saw a baby. It was (somehow) staying afloat in the water. It was crying, but stopped as soon as I pulled it out of the water.
Then, we finally reach dry land and climb out. As we watched the water, we noticed that it had stopped. We all walked down this long driveway towards my parents' house. I woke up when we got to the front door. |
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Aha! A second dream! Well, this one didn't seem as important, but I just now remembered it soooo... I'm going to post it!
I was with my family and friends in this ice cream place... It's called Coldstone, and it is YUMMY. The only problem was that their ice cream was really, really melty! They couldn't seem to keep it cold, which made no sense because it was an ice cream place!
We all ordered our ice creams, but we all made a big deal about how melty our ice creams were... They were REALLY melty, and the workers at Coldstone seemed to worry about it, but didn't know what to do... didn't care THAT much.
My family and friends wanted to go somewhere else for better ice cream, but after realizing that most places would be closed at this time of night, we didn't. We ate our runny, drippy, melty ice cream!\
There was more to it than that, but I can't recall the rest of it in detail... That and I need to go do some chores aroung the house and go shopping for my father's birthday gift!
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Wow... I had a pretty freaky dream last night. I've had it a few times. It's scary!
I am married in the dream. I know this because I am wearing garments under my clothing. Wwhen you get married in the temple, you are asked to wear garments as a sign of devotion to God and dedication to his gospel... It's a reminder to make God the focus of your marriage. Anyway, I was married to JACKIE! And I was laying on the couch of a different house. He was leaving for work. He kissed the top of my head and left.
It was then when I got up and turned off the TV. There weren't any major feelings at this point in the dream. It all seemed so BLAH...
Until I went into my bedroom and took my garments off. I changed into a tankini and walked around the house to the hot tub room. I sat down into the hot tub, just relaxing... when I started to hear strange noises coming from outside of the room. I was a little bothered, but it was early in the day and I didn't think it could be anything too scary. I sat there for awhile, and then I decided that I needed to get out. I've never been able to stay in a hot tub for very long. Something about them seems to make me sick. It could be the heat. If I'm in a hot tub any longer than about ten minutes I start to feel dizzy sick... so maybe that's it. <- true IRL
Well, this man dressed in black with something black over his face busted my door. He came at me, jumping into the hot tub on top of me and tried to hold me under for a moment... I kicked and screamed. He'd allow me up for quick breaths, but keep me in the water. Finally, he pulled me out and pushed me against the wall. I felt very sick, and couldn't keep my balance, so I slid to the floor. He pulled out a knife and started to rape me, beat me... He cut me a few times before he got up... I remember thinkin in the dream that I needed to play dead, but I ended up passing out... or something... Could I have died? I don't know... I was watching myself in the dream... and all I saw was my body limp on the floor so... When he saw that I wasn't moving, he put his kife away and ran out the door...
Then, I am dreaming of Jackie. He is coming home for lunch, and as soon as he sees the front door of "our" house wide open, he begins to have these scary visions of the rape... The first thing he does is tighten his grip on his keychain... and his consetrated oil (it's a little tube of oil that preisthood holders have on their keychains so they can give blessings)... He starts to follow my cries for help into the house... But I wasn't actually speaking... My body wasn't. He was hearing me in his head... He's led to the back of the house... and notices my feet through the doorway of the hot tub room...
He runs up to me, freaking out when he sees all the gashes and bruises and blood... I'm not concious, just laying there... He leans over and begins touching me, afraid to pick me up (I might be injured), but trying to wake me up.
I remember seeing my body at that point in the dream. It was alabaster white, whiter than my skin now, and my lips were bluish... My eyelids were dark too...
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This dream is a little strange, but repeating, and it’s the same every time I have it; therefore, I will include even the strange flashes of very vivid scenes that seem to accompany it. Also, after looking over it a second time, I changed from past tense to present tense in explaining my dream. Hope you don’t mind. I do that a lot with these dream entries.
I was barefoot, pregnant, and dressed in a long white nightgown.
I know I was pregnant because I had quite a belly. I felt a love for my unborn child, but I was also ashamed, and I tried to hide my belly with my arms. I was standing in my house at the beginning of the dream. My parents were looking me over angrily as I tried to explain to them that I was a virgin. The only problem is that it is impossible for a virgin to bear a child. Well, let’s just not go into religion at the moment. In my dream it was impossible.
My parents would not believe me, and I didn’t blame them. I felt hopeless, however, and I began to doubt myself. Maybe I had done something and just didn’t remember doing it? Hopeless and doubtful were the strongest feelings at this point in the dream.
My parents decide to take me to the hospital when it is time to have the baby. They take me to this bright, white, clean place. The doctors are nice to me, but then it gets fuzzy. The birth isn’t in my dream, nor anything really before it.
--- Sudden, strange picture of me kissing my baby’s forehead, and then….
Next thing I know, I am standing on a ledge, holding my baby BOY and looking at a dark, ugly city. It is nice out, and I am surrounded by trash and junk. The city below me is polluted and just… nasty. It seems that my baby and I are the only clean things around. I rock him as I stare out over the city before making my way down.
But as I approach the city gates, people rush out. They call me names like slut, whore, or bitch. They demand to take my “bastard baby” and give it to a deserving, complete family. I cry and hold tightly to my baby, trying to explain that it was NOT a bastard, that I hadn’t had sex with anyone. They don’t listen, and they demand to know who the father is as they pull on my baby’s blanket. The baby begins to cry as he’s shaken, as I hold it tighter to my chest. I remember in the dream my tears mixing with his, which seemed significant, before they pull him away from me and my baby is lost in the swarm of people.
They close me out of the city and tell me to leave. Knowing that my baby will be safe with a “complete” family (though I did not in any way like what they did, taking him away), I have no choice but to run far away so they won’t get me.
--- Strange little part of me flying to some place in the sky. There is a long, colorful hallway that I am walking down, and little bits of colorful lights are flying past me. There are many happy people there. They are listening to music, dancing, laughing, and telling jokes. I am at peace here, smiling at everyone. It’s very bright, sunny, and warm.
Next, I am suddenly back in my parents’ house. I am pregnant again. This time it is a girl, and this time, I know better.
I take a horse, and I ride. I travel for seven days, nonstop. The horse I am riding just keeps going. It never stops for water or to eat. It seems to have unlimited energy, and its FAST. I know it is seven days because, at the city I arrive at, a man comes up to me and asks how long I have traveled. I say, “seven days.” He takes my horse and I enter the city, my belly now is quite large.
The people in the city ask me who the father is, and I lie. I say the father isn’t with me at the moment, but that we are together. I lie. I make up a father. Well, I make up a HUSBAND, knowing they could never believe me if I told them that there was no father.
-- Then, there is another strange little scene. I see a dead girl. She’s all gray and in a gray dress. She has black unkept hair. Her eyes are wide and locked on mine. Her mouth is still and straight. She is floating in the air, surrounded by fog. She is holding a large axes. It swings back in forth in front of her (as she is holding it from the very end of the handle so that the axe is swinging across her feet, the sharp sides of the axe pointing out at her right and left). Without any expression, her head falls, tilting at an odd angle to rest on her shoulder… her eyes never leave mine.
This is where I wake up. I know that the dream was supposed to continue, but each time I have had it, some sort of odd noise in my house has woken me up.
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The dream began outside of this house. Chad, Jackie, and my family were in the house. We were all brushing our teeth. I could almost taste the minty flavor of the toothpaste in my dream. I stopped, spat, and reached into my mouth. Out of my mouth I pulled a potted plant that had barely begun to sprout through the soil. The others looked at me like it was normal, but they were shocked to see that I STILL had it in my mouth. For some reason, in the dream, it was strange that I had reached the age I am still having this potted plant in my mouth. After taking it out, my mouth sagged with extra stretched skin, the skin the pot had taken up space in before I had taken it out. I was a little depressed about my appearance, but others kept reassuring me that after time, a long time, it would slowly smooth out and shrink back into place.
There also told me to wash my mouth out again, since having a potted plant in my mouth for that long was sure to make my teeth dirty… So, I brushed a second time, set the pot onto the counter, and didn’t think anything of it.
I left the house and started following this little path through the grass outside of the house. It was growing dark outside, and by the time I lost sight of the house, it was night. I stopped when I came to this group of bats flapping around, off to the right side of the road. I noticed that one of the bats in the group looks very sickly/diseased and off-colored. I almost reached out to try to touch one of them, but I didn’t. I knew I shouldn’t.
I put some chocolate gummy bears into my mouth and continued down the path. I chewed them, but noticed a strange sensation in my mouth… It grew until it became a pain. I fell to my knees and tried to spit the gummy bears out. When I did, I noticed that a few of my teeth came out, too. They were icky and black. I freaked out and sat there helpless as the rest of my teeth decayed in seconds and popped out of my mouth. I tried to catch them in my hands, thinking I could somehow save my teeth if I did, but I struggled to keep them in my hands. It was a very large pile of icky black teeth, after all!
I was wearing a skirt in my dream… because I gathered the teeth in my skirt (which for some reason seemed significant)… I also remember still having my two front teeth (two on top and two on the bottom), giving me the look of a beaver or buck-toothed, as I ran back towards the house screaming.
I raced inside and fell to my knees once again. My family and Jackie and Chad came running over as I looked up at them, blood dripping from my mouth. I showed them the pile of rotted teeth in my skirts as my remaining four teeth began to decay.
I felt very ashamed and self-conscious at this part in the dream. I remember feeling ugly and worried about what they would think of my new appearance. These were the strongest of the feelings in my dream.
The rest of the dream is fuzzy, but I think the last for teeth eventually did fall out. And I know my father was trying to fix the problem somehow. But I wont say much more in this paragraph, for it is pretty fuzzy.
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This is a dream I had not too long ago, but I can’t forget it. I can remember every little detail, and it’s driving me crazy. I post it because, although it’s not uncommon for me to be able to remember and recall my dreams, this one felt very important.
The dream begins at the very bottom of this large mountain. This mountain is surrounded by strange fog that allows us to see all around the mountain, but nothing else. We can’t see anything other than this mountain.
Chad, Gina, and John are with me. We are all very sick, dying actually, and need to get to the very top of the mountain to be cured. The path we need to follow to reach the top is very dangerous and very long, and we know this in the dream. But we have to reach the top or we will all die.
There is a small girl. She is blonde and bare except for a thin, loose white dress and a white blindfold. She stands ahead in the middle of the path, her back to us. We follow her up the mountain, taking slow, careful steps as she is. We have yet to see her face, and on her shoulder is perched a parrot that (from his backside) looks an awful lot like Echo. We can’t see their faces, and the only thing said by either of them was, “Do not leave the path.”
As we follow the path up and around (and around and around) the mountain, our legs grow tired. We are about a fourth up the mountain when we come across a woman. She sits with her legs out on a stump, cradling a large bottle of water in her lap. She’s wearing a tight red dress, and tall heels. She looks like a super model. She has long, flowing blonde hair and large, very green eyes.
Her face is all painted up, and she licks her lips at Chad, who has just got done complaining about how much his legs hurt. She asks him to sit with her and drink of the cool water. I lock my arm around his and tug in the direction of the girl, telling him that we can’t leave the path… no matter what. John and Gina stand back and try to coax him their way, but Chad’s eyes get wide at the sight of this strange woman as she takes a drink of the water, letting it run down her exposed chest. He pushes me away and reaches for the woman’s hand.
Just as he grabs it, her eyes light up red, and she smiles wide, exposing her long, sharp teeth. Cackling, she pulls him towards her, and the two disappear in a flash, as if they were never there. It was creepy because his cry of surprise echoed around the mountain many times before fading, leaving me upset and the rest of the group very surprised.
We don’t have time to stop and look for him. The girl doesn’t stop to wait for us, nor does she stop to look during Chad’s abduction. She continues on, and we run up the path to catch up to her. John makes a remark about how weak he feels. We don’t have much time left to reach the top of the mountain and be cured of whatever it is that is killing us.
It grows colder as we continue up the mountain. We huddle together, our arms linked as we walk. I wonder for a moment how the girl ahead of us knows where to go because of the white blindfold around her eyes. I guessed that perhaps the parrot was somehow telling her where to go.
We are halfway up the mountain when we come upon a large table, covered with the most delicious-looking food! It was piled high on plates of silver, and the smell makes our mouths water. It was so vivid! It seemed so real! We are chilled from the mountain air and our bodies are weak. The smell of the food and the sight of the steam rising up from the large bowl of hot chocolate in the middle of the table is so tempting! The only problem is that it sits a good five feet from the path. All three of us stand at the very edge, licking our lips and eyeing the food hungrily.
John shakes it off first, pulling us back from the food and up the path once more. But Gina, who breaks away from him, runs to the food, saying she’ll grab some and run to catch up. I run after her, startled and calling after her, but John holds me back and we watch as Gina reaches the food. As she grabs a chicken leg from one of the plates, a large, flabby fat hand grabs her leg from under the table cloth and pulls her under, laughing hysterically… And then, they vanish, just as Chad did.
I fall to my knees, feeling suddenly weak, as I try to catch my breath. I feel weak and tired, on the brink of death. Knowing that there is nothing we can do for Gina know, John and I continue up the path after he pulls me to my feet.
We’re almost to the top of the mountain when it begins to rain. It has gotten colder as we’ve climbed higher up this mountain, and the rain certainly doesn’t help. We are shivering, clinging to each other. The girl ahead of us, along with the parrot, seems not notice the rain. They continue slowly up the path, not making any noise or movement other than the girl’s small, slow steps.
We struggle to catch up with her, as our steps grow slower and uncertain. I remember this feeling so well in the dream, the feeling of fighting my body, forcing it up the path. My heart begins to pound in my chest, and the circles under my eyes seem to triple.
Suddenly, we turn a corner and see the glow of a fire between the flaps of a large, sturdy looking tent. It is a few feet from the road, and a woman stands in the entrance. She is long, slender, with very pale skin and dark eyes . She is wearing a long robe made up of different fabrics. They’re patched together, each patch having some sort of religious symbol on them (which I can also recall in surprising detail). She’s humming a song and stops when she sees us. I want to say it was some sort of hymn, but that’s only what I thought in the dream.
John is intrigued by her, and he stops in the middle of the road to stare at her. I tug once at his elbow, frightened. We’ve lost Chad and Gina, I can’t lose him. Somehow in the dream I know that the journey will be so much harder to take alone.
The woman begins to speak in the dream, but I can’t remember everything she said. She tells John something about the truth, that it is there in her book. She’s holding this large, thick, black book. The strange thing is that it is covered in chains. He walks to the edge of the road to listen to her preach and asks me to listen too. I stand at the edge of the road with him, but feel its “evilness” and turn away. The woman tells John that he can learn “The Way” and be warmed by her fire (I am pretty sure that is how she put it) and reaches her hand out towards him. I stand back, knowing there is nothing I can do, and watch as John is tempted into the arms of this strange woman. As soon as he takes her hand in his hands, the woman shrieks… The hood from her coat falls, revealing a large, lumpy head covered in oozing wounds. Her teeth are sharp and her eyes are black holes. She closes the book and it disappears in smoke. She says something like, “You have left the path and are now mine, slave. You wont know these chains until it is too late.” He struggles, but he’s no match for this demon woman thing… She pulls him into the tent and they disappear.
Now I’m left alone. I start to panic and cry because I don’t know what to do, but then I remember I need to keep following this girl or I will die.
I catch up to the girl, upset but also anxious to get to the top of the mountain. The rain is heavy now, and I remember in the dream somehow knowing my lips have turned blue. Because the top of the mountain is now in sight, I begin to walk faster. The girl disappears and reappears at the very top of the mountain, turning for the first time ever to look back at me. I stop suddenly, for two reasons.
I am surprised at the sight of the girl’s face. She glows, even in the rain, and I realize that the parrot on her back is indeed Echo. She nods slightly and then turns to look out at something you can’t see unless you are at the very top of the mountain.
And then, I look down at the second reason I stopped. I had walked into something. There was a lump in the path… A pile of mud… There is clothing sticking out of the mud. I am afraid of what might be in there and stop. She girl turns to look back at me again. I know I have to continue up the path, but I am too afraid to walk over this mound which I am sure hides a body.
I sit on my knees, stunned for a moment, before rising to my feet and sticking my arms into the mud. I feel around until I reached what I know to be an arm. Then, I pull. I pull out the body of a younger version of myself. It is battered and bloodied, bent at wrong angles and oozing blood and gore from others. I cry and jump back. I turn my back on it and cry harder, panicked, knowing that I can’t continue up the path. I have to get away from this place. The sight of the body is too much for me, and I am too afraid.
I feel my body growing weaker at the same time. I become dizzy, and my head starts to pound. I fall over, and continue to cry as I lay in the mud. This goes on for some time, and then, I remember the girl and how I will surely die if I do not get up. I struggle with this. I seem to be contemplating the situation, which sounds a little strange itself. Do I face my fears and live, or do I turn my back on them and die on this mountain? It seems so silly, that choice, but in the dream it was a real struggle.
I stagger over to the body, its glazed, yellow eyes locked on mine, and pick it up. I force myself to look away, and limp up the path towards the girl. I try to ignore the smell and the fluids running down my body as I carefully make my way up the path. I keep my eyes on the girls, fighting my body. It becomes hard to breath, and I can feel my body shutting down. But just when I think I can’t take another step, I’m there. The girl turns and points to a rising sun. She said something like, “You have made it to the top of the mountain. Now you will live.” She points to a rising sun. It seems that as the light hits my body, I regain my strength and feel immediately better. Looking down at the body, I notice that it too has been “healed”. The wounds close up, the bones slip back into place, and soon what is left appears to be a sleeping (though younger) version of myself.
The girl then tugs at my clothing, telling me it is time to go in to the Sun. She then asks if I can talk to God, and I nod. She smiles, saying I will do just fine, and then I wake up.
That has got to be one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. Not only was it so vivid and full of details that I can somehow recall, but it felt SO REAL! I woke up feeling as if I had been on some long journey up a mountain! I also woke up with the feeling that this was a very, very important dream for me to remember.
So, here it is. #_# I don’t really know why I am posting it, because I can’t crack it, and no one looks at this anymore… But sheesh! I have followed my gut and posted it… so who knows!Current Mood: curious |
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I am in a house that is my family's in the dream, but it doesn't look a lot like my house IN REAL LIFE. It is a nice, big, pretty house at the end of a long driveway. There are other houses down the driveway, and they also look nice. The weather, however, is not so nice. It was gray. The sky is cloudy, but nothing too bad. It doesn't look as though it wis going to rain or anything.
Anyway, I'm younger in the dream and living with my family. I see a hearse pull up the long gravel road and into my neighbor's driveway. The hearse is black, of course, and the man who gets out is dresses in a black suit. He walks up to the door, knocks, and then steps inside when Janette (a neighbor back home) invites him in. Now, I don't realy know Janette or Dave (her husband) or Elizabeth (their daughter) very well, but they were our neighbors so we occasionally saw them outside and would give them a wave.
Anyway, I'm watching from the window... but the dream changes so that I am watching from across their yard. I see the corpse of Elizabeth (about 6 years old), all blue and puffy, laying out in the lawn and her parents are both very, very upset. The man that came out of the hearse is kneeling over her, getting ready to take her away. I run back to my family, and we all try to figure out what happened to Lizzy. We think it strange that no one told us about Lizzy's death, and we are curious as to what happened to her.
The dream continues with very vivid, flashing pictures of Lizzy as well as her parents dead in three coffins. They look blue and puffy as though they had drowned, but I can't figure out what they had drowned in in the dream... In fact, I become very confused as to who actually died and who is still a live because of the strange flashes I keep getting.
I wake up soon after this... When the hearse drives away and I am left at my window wondering.
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Ummm… The whole family was in this dream. We were together. We were going somewhere. I want to say that we were walking through a museum before we went out to dinner.
Anyway, it sure looked like a museum, and off to the side was this chair. It was very comfy looking… Wooden chair… The cushions were red. On the chair were two large, white eggs. They weren’t as big as ostrich eggs, but they were bigger than chicken eggs (bleh). I walked over to the chair with my brother and noticed a crack in one of the eggs.
I remember wondering why the eggs were on display, out in the open for anyone to take. I thought this was very strange, but picked it up anyway… very carefully… In the dream I heard someone say then, “It’s my sister!” I’d like to say it was the other egg talking to me, but I’m not totally sure.
Well, I was very careful when I examined the egg… It worried me when the egg felt cold in my hands, so I tried to warm it up. I watched the crack in the egg get bigger until this miniature kitty popped out. It was a very, very small TIGER… half my palm in size? It wasn’t a kitten when it popped out… It looked like an adult tiger…
My brother was very excited, and wanted to take the little tiger from me… I told him no, and tried to keep it from him…
I think I turn my back or something… Just a moment goes by and I am looking got my tiger… I see it laying in the chair, spread out… I know something’s wrong when I pick it up and notice it’s not breathing, and know my brother had something to do with it. He was hiding from me after accidentally killing my new pet.
I was upset over the tiger and said a prayer, asking God to bring it back to life… and then I breathed on it, trying to warm it up… Like how you breath on your hands when they’re cold… And the kitty came back to life… That was the end of that dream.
More later… New patch for WOW and I want to check it out!
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I'm not sure how the dream starts. It is kind of fuzzy, but I will post what I know. It might seem a little weird at first because I'm not going to add things or try to fill in the gaps. I'm just going to tell how it was.
A very, very evil man came back to life... as in came back from the dead... He was wearing a large black thing and carried very dangerous, very scary weapons of TORTURE! Ahhh! He was also old with gray hair and no eyes... just nasty holes in his head where they should be.
I’m not sure how he found me or what happened, but he somehow kidnapped me. He pulled me by the arm into the car, telling me that if I didn’t get in, he was going to rip my eyes out and do all these awful things to me, so I went in.
Then, I remember him giving me a very large knife and telling me to kill everyone in this big white building. I wouldn’t do it at first, until he told me again all the nasty things he’d do to me if I disobeyed him. I took the knife and he gave me a large black scarf to wear, telling me that no one would see me if I kept that scarf on.
Then, I was in the building. Everything was white. The floors and the walls were bright white. It was like an endless, twisting hall with doors. I saw a girl, dressed in normal clothes, walk out of one door. I ran up to her and cut her across the shoulder, purposely. I was trying to make it look like I had actually TRIED to kill her, but had missed or something. She screamed and escaped through a door. I turned around and told the evil man that she was dead, and closed the door and continued no my way.
I did this with another boy and then a woman. And then I saw my brother. Only my brother saw me. He wasn’t supposed to with the scarf on and he came towards me. I ran at him, and cut him deep across the right shoulder, knowing that he would be okay. I shoved him into a room as he started to scream and cut him again across the thigh, trying to make it look good. I shut the door when my brother shut up and said he was dead.
The man grew suspicious I think because the next person to walk out was a very small girl. I stopped there and told him I wouldn’t do it, that my life isn’t worth it. That he should just kill me and let everyone else live. That this was stupid. He got very angry and cut me across the belly and I woke up…
PreTTy CrAzY!
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I'm being hunted down by these three shadow things that look excactly like what most "Negs" do IRL. I'm not sure where I am in the dream. It doesn't seem that important, but I am trying to find a hiding place or somewhere to go.
I'm dressed in normal Josie clothes. There's nothing weirder than normal about my appearence. Or however you spell that.
Well, the three evil things are trying to take my hair. They want my hair and so when they get right up behind me, they cut it off with scissors... Now, since each one of them wants me to themself, they fight a lot with each other, giving me time to run away and find a new hiding spot. It's only when they're fighting that I can get away. But they catch up every time, each trying to cut off as much of my hair as they can.
I wake up when my hair is all cut up and messy. There was no real end to the dream I guess... but it was short and since I posted in my issue journal I should post in this one... I still can't sleep... maybe I'll post in joziejay... *sigh*Current Music: "Feel Good" - Gorillaz |
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John was going to an aquarium... We were in a white car and... there was a girl in the back seat who I have seen before in my dreams and such...
We arrived at this ... well, I can't say it was an aquarium... It was a very, very big tank... full of blue water... It was inside this dark room... People were pressing their faces up to the glass, trying to see the bottom, but you couldn't... It was THAT deep... Just got darker and darker... I know it was very deep... The top of the tank reached the ceiling, so the only way into this tank was up the stairs... but only the worker peoples were allowed up there...
One of the worker people came down... was a man... 40's? Said there was a monster in the tank, but he's not often seen because the tank is so enormous... and he spends most of his time at the very bottom... This freaked me out, looking down into the tank, trying to see the bottom but I coulnd't. It bothered me, thinking about how deep it had to be and how big the monster had to be to live in a tank that deep. Lol.
I remember looking over at John, a little confused, and seeing a blue glow on his face from the tank... and then looking back...
The little girl was also looking into the tank, but at no point in the dream does she really talk to John or me... She's just there...
The man came back into the little room and asked if anyone wanted to get into the tank. He saidhe monster doesn't actually eat people, but he still gotweird looks.. I realizedhe's not lying, and told him I'll try it out if someone goes with me. Another woman volunteered and he took us up the stairs and told us to jump in... Now, the weird thing about the woman was that she was dead... She wasn't creepy dead or... in pieces or torn up oranything, but I knew she was dead... She was pasty pale and her eyes were glazed and I just knew... But I didn't mind much in the dream...
He took us to a platform above the tank and told us to jump in... We were both a bit nervous, so we linked arms and jumped in...
We had fun at first, waving to people from the other side of the glass.. But my skin started to burn... It was a littel bit at first... but it got worse and worse and I was getting very uncomfortable... I had had enough and was swimming back up to get out, but I couldn't seem to move... THe other woman in the tank didn't seem to notice anything, but was slowly drifting down, waving at all of the people until she disappeared into the blue... And I was running out of breath... The water seemed to burn my skin... Bright red patches on my arms and legs... I started to struggle and panic... It was very painful... Finally, I broke through the surface... John and the worker pulledmeout... I cried and screamed for water, different water...
I got up and ran to the bathrooms, the rash/burns were spreading fast. I got to a shower and turned the water on...
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I was walking around this city. It was very, very busy and loud and I was VERY upset. People kept coming up to me (total strangers) and saying, "John is dead! Did you hear what happened to John???"
And I'd just cry harder and get even more upset because I ALREADY knew!
Then, I'm staring out of a window into the backyard... and everything is SO GREEN! All you see are plants... green, green plants... a bright green... alighter, bright green... Very grassy backyard with patches of moss... and very leafy, green trees... no flowers... just lots of green... and rightin the middle of a yard is a grave... It's John's grave and there's the stone with some bark and rocks in an oval thing around the stone and the bark... and I'm very upset and just looking out of the window at this grave..
And then... John walks in like everything's okay and I'm just shocked... He said he's back and he's not really dead and everything's just fine and I am so excited and so happy to have him back... but also very confused and very drained since I already lost him ...
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Jul. 22nd, 2005 @ 09:03 pm
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I had a lot of nightmares last night... I DID have a very naughty dream about John in there somewhere, but most of them were nightmares.
The dream started in this town... It was a very gloomy town and not very people could be seen in it... My mom had me by the arm and I was young, probably around 8. She was leading me down this sidewalk, talking to me. She wasn't nice, but she wasn't mean. She had a blanket in the other hand.
She led me to this old bookstore and for some reason I did not like it. It really creeped me out. The large space and endless shelves full of books bothered me. I remember feeling very loney and lost looking at the place. It seemed so big... and I kept imagining things hiding behind the shelves, waiting to pounce me...
I KINDA feel the same way IRL about big, big places... especially when they're empty... I can't stand being alone in a big place... It scares me... Even if there's a few people in there, it can still bother me... There's more to it, but I'm getting off track... Back to the dream!
Well, I hadn't entered the store yet... I had just peeked inside... My mother was talking to the owner, a very creepy old man with reddish eyes... That bothered me... When she was done talking to me, she gave me the blanket, hugged me, and told me the man would take good care of me...
I started to cry... I was shocked... My mom was leaving me with this creepy old man? Why? I didn't know what was going on... I tried to grab hold on my mom's skirt, but the old man pulled me back... My mom turned around and told me she would come back for me in the morning... I screamed and cried until I couldn't see her anymore...
The man WAS evil... He had rotted teach and an ugly face and those reddish eyes... He pulled me by the arm into the store... and I started to panic... I started crying again and he told me to shut up... to stay in the store... He told me that I was to sleep in there... to stay there for the night... I was terrified and angry and very upset... I didn't understand why I was to do that. I asked if I could go back with my mom and he said NO.
With that, he closed and locked the door, leaving me alone inside... I pressed up against the window and started screaming nad watched him walk away and disappear around a corner...
I remember turning and seeing the store... It was enormous... and I KNEW something was in there with me... But I didn't know what it was... This freaked me out... and I ran to a cubby hole in the wall that I was small enough to fit in and covered myself inthe blanky... I tried to stay quiet as I heard rustling and creepy noises...
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The same little girl and boy that I’ve been seeing in a lot of my dreams lately are in this one. This dream is a little different because I think this is the first one I’ve had in which they actually speak to me. I might be wrong… but… I don’t think so. This is also the first dream in which the children are alone with me and Katie is not present. Anyway, on with the dream.
I was looking at my front door from the inside of my house when I heard knocking. I opened the door and there was that weirdo little girl standing on my porch. She was dressed in what looked like pajamas and her hair was down. She looked about four, but I’m not very good at guessing ages. We stared at each other for a minute and then she smiled at me and said the flowers were pretty. I was confused until she waved her hand at my yard… and then reached her hand for mine and I took it.
She brought me to the edge of some flowers and asked if she could pick some. At first I didn’t want her to pick any because I wanted my flowers to look nice and healthy, but I also knew that they would come back every year and were already looking nice in their big bushes… so I told her she could pick three flowers.
She picked three flowers (dianthus) and then pointed to my tree. The little boy (who looks like a male version of the girl, same age and blah blah) looked at me from behind the tree. I think he was hiding. Anyway, the little girl walked over to the boy and gave him one of the flowers. He put it in his pocket… I asked the little boy why he was wearing pajamas and he shrugged and said they were soft… that made me laugh.
The little boy sat down in front of Echo’s grave and started to examine it and rearrange the rocks and stuff… I almost told him to stop, but figured I could just fix it later. And I didn’t have to fix it because the boy put them back… I had painted parrots on the rocks and he seemed to like that. Then, he asked where his rock was. I told him I didn’t know where his rock was and that I didn’t even know he had one. He went back to looking at the Echo rocks, looking sad.
The little girl then gave me the third flower which I thought was weird because she didn’t have to pick it. I had all the flowers in my yard, but took it anyway. I had, after all, told her to pick three. She said thank you and I woke up as she was walking away, towards the boy…
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Okay… now some nightmares… because that’s what I usually have… I just don’t post them… I guess I am now because they’re short… I like short… lol… My dreams are always too long and confusing! Lol.
Ummm… First one… pretty boring…
I’m running through this windy hallway that doesn’t seem to end… It’s very dark and Kevin is chasing me. I know he’s going to kill me. I’m following it left and right and around in circles and all over… trying to find a way out, but can’t… I pass lots of doors, but none of them open… They’re all locked… I start to slow down… can’t catch my breath… I try to sprint ahead to buy time for a deep breath, but he stays right behind me… My heart starts to pound and burn and it becomes very hard to breath… My legs start to give, but I catch myself and keep running… but every time I slip up he gets closer… I see the hallway end and freak out… 180 turn and my back hits the wall… I fall to the ground and put my hands over my head and he jumps at me and I wake up…
Another one… this actually happened, but I have nightmares about it… The first part actually happened, but the end of it gets twisted a little…
Kevin is watching a game on TV and I’m sitting in the corner (I always sat in the corner, freaked out and… just nuts)… He’s drinking beer and I’m waiting for him to get wasted so I can run and hide and he’ll be too drunk to look for me… Ummm… That didn’t always work, but a few times it did… Anyway, back to the thingy… He gets up and walks towards me, calling me a stupid slut and a whore and a bitch… He takes the bottle and tips it over my head, dumping it on me… Then, he kicks me and yells at me for wasting his beer… Okay, weird part starts here! I run down the stairs as soon as he reaches the fridge, but the stairs disappear and I start to fall and fall and fall… and wake up… |
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Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 04:10 pm
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Okay... I'm in my bed in the dream... And I can hear something moving around in the room downstairs... big slow steps coming my way... I KNOW right away that it's a dead guy... and I start to freak out... I walk out of my room and see that the guest room (which is my parents' room in the dream) is boarded up... I start to panic when i realize that my parents' have abandoned me and my house is now condemned and blah blah blah... I run to the door in the TV room that leads out onto a balcony and outside, but it's locked and boarded up... The windows are boarded up... I creep downstairs and stop at the bottom... The dead guy is right around the corner. I see that the only way out is my front door... but the dead guy is in my way... Well, he was just as far from the front door as I was... so I had to get to the door before he did... I take a blindfold and put it over my eyes, but I can still see... so I take it off... I sprint to the door just as the dead guy does (I guess the blindfold was so I wouldn't have to look at him/see him). I wake up just befor I reach the door, and just before the dead guy grabs me...
I woke up freaked too... I don't like... those types of dreams... I could hear him coming closer and closer and there wasn't anything I could do aboutit and nowhere I could go... AAAH! ... that was bad...
That's pretty much it... I'm not going to go into allt eh detail I could cuz... yeah... but it was very very very scary...
maybe wouldn't scare someone else but, this is very scare to me!
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I had a dream that came true... One of the many but... this one wasn't a big deal so I feel pretty comfortable sharing it...
Jennica is running into the house, teary and looking like a mess. She's holding a bunch of papers that are dripping wet. I ask her what's wrong because she looks like she's about to cry. She tells me that she dropped her bag and her notes went everywhere. She tried to save them, but some of them got wet and muddy. She tells me that it wasn't a big deal, that she has just been very stressed about finals... I offer to put her notes back in order, but she says she can do it herself.
And that happened today, right after work. She was going to give me a ride to Peyton's and slipped on the pavement in front of my house, spilling her notes into the flower bed. I probably should have warned her, but I have so many dreams like this. And they're such small things, I usually don't think anything of them... but then I feel guilty when they happen because I think to myself YOU COULD HAVE KEPT THIS FROM HAPPENING!
*Sigh*
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I had the dream about my parents around the dinner table again... Only that part seemed to be a lot shorter and it actually kept going...
John and I ran from my parents' house until we reached a small house next to some trees... very tall trees...
We went inside this little house and it was very cozy... It was dark outside... I know that... night...
Anyway, I started setting out little food and water bowls right when I got into the house... John sat down on the couch and asked what I was doing... I told him I was setting out food and water for Echo. He asked if Echo needed all those food and water bowls and I told him that if I set out enough, Echo wouldn't have to look very hard or go all over the house for his food.
Suddenly, we saw healights comingup the long, long road that led to this little house... John jumped up and ran to my side, asking who it was... I told him it as my parents and I started to panic... I said something like, "They're looking for us! Turn off all the lights and hide!"
I was TERRIFIED! of my friggin PARENTS!
John then told me that they have already seen the house by now and know that the lights are on so turning them off would only make things worse. Then, I got an idea. THE TREES! So I pulled him outside and pointed to the trees next to the house...
He said it was a good idea and started to climb one, but I pulled him back and pointed to the tallest tree in the yard. I told him we should try to climb that one and he agrees...
We sorta help each other up the tree... and by the time my parents pull up to the house, we're more than halfway up the tree and hidden in the branches in the dark...
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My family was at the dinner table. My parents were there. My sister was there and my brother were there. Jennica was there. Mabel was there, too. John was also there, sitting next to me to my right.
There was lots of yummy food and John and I was being playful with John... I kept running my leg up his like they do in weirdo movies and making him laugh. We took turns feeding each other…
When the rest of the family started getting more food, Jennica asked what John and I were going to do after dinner… but she called me Joelle when she asked… I remember scowling… and then I told her that my name was Josie and to call me Josie because I was tired of her calling me Joelle…
Then my mom tried to be funny and asked me (calling me Joelle) why I wouldn’t answer Jennica’s question… She asked (again calling me Joelle) if the reason I wouldn’t answer is that it was something naughty… After she said that, other people around the table started laughing… teasing me… chanting Joelle…
My dad would start asking me very personal questions… and calling me Joelle when he asked… The whole family started doing that… addressing me as Joelle…
I got upset and I felt attacked… I remember feeling very ashamed and embarrassed… I got up from the table and left with John…
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My aunt runs a daycare… She was mistreating her baby…
Well, first, here’s some history…
She doesn’t have a baby IRL, and I haven’t seen this aunt in a long time… We call her Aunt Pat and I never liked her… She was bossy, lazy, and mean… She would always order my brother and I around when she came over, giving us lectures on why we should respect and obey our mother… her sister… Aunt Pat was just as crazy and just as bipolar as my mom… She was fat… very fat… not that I’m bashing on fat people, but she was fat because she was lazy and mean… so she was fat… On with the dream…
She does run a daycare… and in the dream she had a baby… and was taking care of her baby with the rest of her daycare kids… but she was mistreating her baby and favoring the other kids… the kids that weren’t hers… she’d let her baby sit in a poopy diaper (in the dream) and it would cry and cry and cry and she’d just ignore it…
So I broke into her house and took the baby… ran into the bathroom of an empty house and started rocking the baby… Police surrounded the house and my aunt was yelling through the door saying I was in biiiiig trouble for kidnapping her baby and a little girl… but I didn’t take a little girl… I told her this… but she didn’t believe me… I got fed up and escaped through a window and was able to sneak past the peoples and escape… leaving the baby in the bathroom for her to find…
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I have this in a lot of my dreams… this same… thing…
I’m in a car… speeding down a narrow road… It’s a bridge actually… and there’s a very dark, scary ocean on both sides of me…
It reminds me of those toys my brother would play with… with the cars… he’d put this track together and the cars would go through the track… on these loops and jumps and stuff…
Anyway… the road suddenly drops down down down… I go faster and faster and faster when suddenly it curves UP UP UP and I’m speeding UP the road… Like a U… Then, the road ends… like a jump… and I’m speeding through the air… and the road starts again a ways ahead… only it’s narrow… what I have to do is make sure the car lands on the road… right on the road… only it’s so far away and so narrow, it’s very difficult to do…
I have this dream over and over and I always miss it… I always crash into the ocean… I always panic as a I leave the road… and the car will fly a little to the right or to the left or too high or too low… and I crash into the ocean or the rocks… It’s always grey… the sky is I mean… very grey…lots of dark water… the colors are… not so… nice… almost black and white… gloomy looking…
Ooo I gotta go… could post more… can’t… bye…
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My first dream was about my dad. I was really, really mad at him for something and he wouldn't leave me alone. I was very uspet and he was just laughing at me, poking fun and kept following me, acting like whatever it was wasn't true or wasn't serious...He'd laugh... not taking me seriously or something... but I know he lied to me so I was very uspet and was trying to get away from him.I walked through the house (the one I grew up in) and finally around the house a few times until I freaked out and ran away...
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In the next dream, I'm laying in my bed and there's people outside of my room, banging on my door and trying to get in. I'm sure some of them are family memberes because I remembered my father's voice and Holly's voice and a few friends... but I wouldn't open the door. So I layed there and Echo was perched on my bedpost... He told me to look at the bowl of fruit on the table and I did. It was rotten and gross. He said that if I didn't get up, the same thing would happen to me... but I didn't listen and I just laid there... and I started to bruise... from my feet up to my head... until my entire body was black and blue colored... and then I woke up...
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There's lots of snow outside of this little house. There's also a big hill and a fence and a playground... looks very nice and I know a family lives there... Katie is there with the two kids who keep showing up in my dreams... The sun is setting and everything is pretty... One of the kids, the little girl, hands me a sled but doesn't say a word (they never talk to me, just stare), and I take it and I smile at her and ask if she wants to go sledding... She smiles and nods and looks over at Katie who asks if I want to RACE! She gets the kids set in one sled, and gets into another... and soon we're starin down this steeeep hill... looks like a lot of fun!
We count to three and go... I'm winning. I'm almost at the bottom... The sled turns so that I'm facing Katie coming up behind me and I watch as they start to yell... get scared looks on their faces... before I know it, the ground beneath me is gone and I'm falling falling falling and as I look up I can see them screaming at me from what looks like a cliff and I just keep on falling and I wake up.
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Life is shit.
Josie
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I’m in this cafeteria… there was a big sign that said CAFETERIA on the wall… It’s a large room with lots of tables and lots of people… and you have to stand in line for your food, like fast food. You have to tell the person what you want, pay for it, and get it right then… so… like fast, fast food. Lol.
I’m standing in line and about to order my food. The line is long and the place is very, very busy. There’s a woman at the register thingy who looks really stressed out.
While this is going on (my dream switches from me in line to my family at the table), my father and sister pick out a table since they have already gotten their food. My dad got a salad and just before he takes a bite a woman sitting at a table near him says, “Hey, aren’t you going to wait until your whole family is seated before you start eating?” My father seems confused and a little embarrassed, but doesn’t take another bite.
My sister starts to take a bite of her pizza when an older man from a nearby table taps her on the shoulder and says, “Shouldn’t you wait until your whole family is seated before taking a bite?” It was (pretty much) said in the same way it was said to my father. She also looks confused, but doesn’t take another bite.
Now, I’m back to the line. It’s my turn to order and I order (I forget what the name for it ways) a really big JUICY yummy burger meal that was advertised. The woman nods and the total is $6. I reach into my pocket, pull out a bill, CONFIDENT it was a 10, and hand it to her. The woman looks the bill over, but rolls her eyes at me and takes back my food. She says I gave her $1.00 and that’s not enough for the food. I apologize and search my pocket for the ten, but it’s not there! As I search my pocket, the woman is rolling her eyes and telling me to hurry up, that she doesn’t have all day and that there’s a lot of other people in line. I reach into my RIGHT pocket, and the ten is there! I thought it had been in my left. I hadn her the ten and she yanks it from my hand and gives me the bag with my meal in it.
By the time I get back to the table, all the family is there except me. So I sit down next to my brother and open the bag, only to find that the woman had given me a small, shit looking CHILI burger… I cringe because I HATE chili burgers (have to be in the mood for them) and notice that my brother is also eating one.
I get up and walk to the back of line. I remember in the dream thinking about cutting to get what I really ordered, but because I was feeling polite I stood at the back of the line. When it comes to be my turn to order, I put the bag down with the chili burger in it and told the lady what had happened. I tell her that I want what I ordered. She demands that I show her the receipt.
I search my left pocket for it, CONFIDENT that it’s in there, but it isn’t. She’s getting angry with me as I look and look and so are the people in line. I check my right pocket and it’s in there. But before I can take it out and give it to her, she tells me I have taken too long and that it’s too late. I get upset and yell at her, showing her the receipt anyway. She bursts into tears and runs upstairs, throwing a fit about the people she has to work around…
I sit with my family, depressed and hungry and with my shit chili burger… and the woman upstairs was throwing such a fit that the building started to shake. People started to freak out as the ceiling starts to come down. Three nuns come running up to us and tell us that they are wrong, that we need to teach them how to pray because they don’t know how. My dad says that he’ll show them as soon as we leave the building. Once out, we kneel down in the grass and my dad shows the nuns how to pray. In return, the nuns give us these really pretty rocks.
May. 9th, 2005 @ 12:35 pm
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Going into detail sucks... at least I can remember it... blaaah...
The dream starts at a table... John is sitting at this little fancy table in the middle of a field... There's apples ALL OVER THE FRIGGIN GROUND! But he doesn't seem to notice... A lady, who looks my height but isn't me and could be a bit shorter (wasn't sure) runs up and pounces him and starts making out with him and gettin naughty and ... you know... I don't remember much about her except that she either had brown or blonde hair, was my hieght or a bit shorter, and maybe around my age, too. I suck at guessing ages.
While this is going on, I'm running around in circles below the field (John would be on a hill, or the field slopes down so that I can't see him, but he can see me below him running around in circles) and all these spirits are flying around above me asking me to come with them... but I can't cuz I don't know how to fly... they were saying that I needed to leave, go somewhere far away that it wasn't safe anymore... I have no idea what they were talking about, but tha'ts what they said...
The horny lady is at the top of the slopey hill thing now (only it's not excatly a hill, don't know what to call it)... She runs down at me, but I can't seem to see her. The ghosty things start getting louder and louder until they're screaming for me to run away, to leave, go far away, go with them, and all sorts of weirdo things like that. I remember some of them reaching down for the sky as far as they coudl to try to grab me and pull me up out of the crazy lady's way... but i'd stop in midair like I hit a wall of something I couldn't see... They're hands would pull and pull, but they couldn't get me through that weirdass barrier... they said I'm not light enogh and to ruuun...
BUT I was too late and the woman grabbed me, and bit my friggin neck and KILLE ME CUZ SHE WAS A FReAKIN VAMPIRE! As I fell to the ground, my ghosty was pulled up by Katie and I was able to pass through the invisible wall thing like it was nothing... By the time I hit the ground I was dead, empty, watching myself from the sky...
The crazy horny lady turns around and SKIPS back to John...
The wanted to warn him about the evil vampire lady so I started screaming for him, but he cound't hear me... I tried to touch him, but the ghosties were moving too fast (like a current) and I was being pulled away from him and up up up!
And I'm going to rush through this last part and leave the "good stuff" out becuse this is taking way too long.
The lady, who he apparently thought was all that, kills him too... but for some reason, when he's a ghosty, he can't fly or get through the werid invisible wall thing...
ooo... I'm tired... I had two more dreams to but FORGET!
No point... waste my time and type til my hands are sore so people can read this in a good ten minutes?
Riiight... A lot of my dreams I need help with... This isn't one of them, but some of them do bother me... and sharing them doesn't do any good...
so yeah... this will be my last post...
adios!
May. 3rd, 2005 @ 04:58 pm
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I was younger... Around 12-14? The dream started in my house... My mom is cooking... And I go outside. And it's very pretty outside and green... Lots of green. And Echo's sitting on my right shoulder talking to me... I can't describe his voice because he didn't seem to have a voice that you could hear really and if he did I don't remember...
Anyway, I walked outside with him into the grass and he told me to stop and stand still... I asked why and he said one of the horses has died in the pond... I walked over to the pond and sure enough there was a dead horse... all bloated and yucky in the pond... the water was really gross too...
I ran back to the house with Echo still on my shoulder to get my mom... She followed me outside and I lead her to the pond... But then she said she couldn't see the horse... Echo told me to get sticks and grass and rocks and cover the horse... So I start to cover the horse but my mom yells at me to stop... I asked her why she yelled if she can't even see the horse and she got mad and went back inside...
I kept putting sticks and stuff on the horse until it was covered... Then Echo told me to wash my hands so I wouldn't get any germs from the horse since it was after all dead...
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I'm the same age in this part... The scence just changed... I was walking through a graveyard... I was looking for something but I don't know what... When I heard weird noises coming out from one of the graves... I got down on my knees and started to dig... I kept digging until I had gone down about three feet... And Echo popped his head out of the ground and asked why I buried him... I picked him up and cuddled him and cried and was sooo happy that he had "come back to life"... I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me and that he'd never leave ever again and that we needed to leave the graveyard... I told him I still had to find (something)... And he said there will be time for that later... And he led me out of the graveyard and it ends...
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AAAnNDD... I don't think either of these means anything... Think the second one is just because I miss Echo so much and want him back...
Feb. 10th, 2005 @ 09:27 pm
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Gross dream... Gore... Turn back.
Had a very disturbing dream... Wandering around some neighborhood at night... Staying hidden from people.
I was very sickly in the dream... I was dirty and had ticks all down my back... All I was wearing in the dream was some dirty rags that barely covred me... I aws pretty much naked... And very dirty... Covered in dried blood...
Anyways... I went over the first house on the right side of the street so I could reach the end of that row and come back going through the houses on the other side...... All the houses looked the same and were right next to each other... On both sides...
Well I picked a side... And broke into the house through a window on the first floor... It was a white house... They were all white... with a brick... Chim... Whatever that... Word is.
Anyways... I snuck of the stairs into a bedroom where a man and women slept...
I crawled up onto the bed and pulled the blanket off of the woman, making sure niether of them woke up...
I'd take my hand and with my freakishly long fingernails, and slice up her throat before she could wake up...
And then I'd start digging into her chest... breaking her ribs and just digging... Pulling various organs including her heart and leaving them scattered on the sheets and floor... The blood would be all over me...
And then I continuted to dig into her belly... Sucked her intestines out like spaghetti noodles (how I explained it to John)... I left the woman in pieces when I was done... And licked myself clean of all the blood...
After that... I left the house... And entered the next... Did the same thing to a small boy and a dog...
After that... I entered the next house and did the same thing to a father AND a mother...
After that it was another woman... Then, a man... And then a mother and her daughter...
It went on and on but that's all I remember...
I know that when I was done with each house I'd lick myself clean and enter the next...
And that when I was done I snuck into a cemetary and hid in a small shed of some sort in there... I dont know what it was for...
I also know that I really really really enjoyed... Doing that... To those people. Heh.
Yeah... Weird...
Jan. 22nd, 2005 @ 10:10 pm
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John's in this one!
John and I were in this park. It looked a lot like the one I live next to... Well, part of it.
Anyway... We were walking through the park and it's really really pretty and nothing is really going on. We were just going on a walk.
This really creepy looking man walked up to us. He was VERY tall and dark and INTIMIDATING. He seemed EVIL and scared me, but John and I didn't turn around and walk the other way or anything.
He walked up to us... told us he was selling hats and asked us if we were interested...
I asked something like "Who the Hell walks around selling hats?"
And then John said "Yeah, Don't you sell hats in a store or something?"
The icky man didn't say anything... But he did pull a weird looking hat from his long, scary looking coat and put it on my head.
I yelled at him, telling him how ugly it was and not to touch me.
He started to laugh and put another hat on my head after I had taken that one off.
I took THAT hat off and threw it at him, very pissed off... And he put another on...
This went on for quite some time... Until the man gave up and walked away.
John and I continued to walk through the park when this creepy looking LADY walked up to me.
She said she was selling some scarfs and asked if I was interested... I said no and that we had already had a creepy man try to sell us hats.
She said she wasn't selling hats. She was selling scarves.
John said something like, "Can't you see the sun? It's not the time of year for scarves!"
She then took a scarf from her long black scary coat (she was wearing one too) and wrapped the scarf around me. I took it off, yelled at her
and tried to talk away... But she grabbed my arm and somehow managed to tie a scarf around my mouth at the same time. I took that one off, yelled at her, kicked her, and started to run away... But as I turned to go, she grabbed me again, and tied the scarf around my neck and started to pull it so tight that I couldn't breathe.
I'm not sure what John was doing during that time, but after the woman tied the scarf around my neck, he got very scared and tried to pull her away from me. But this weirdo lady kept tying more and more scarfs around my neck and face and pulling them so tightly that it got harder and harder to breathe.
She left then... Suddenly. And John tried (he was frantic) to get the scarves off of my face but he couldn't... They were tied too tightly.
I woke up then... Right before I died. It was pretty freaky.
Not as freaky as others I've had though...
ANd sorry if I didn't spell scarves or scarfs or whatever the hell it is correctly!
But there ya go... The parts that I can remember very well! There were other parts but I had this dream a while back, like a week ago... And I don't want to type anything out that I might have gotten confused with a different dream!
Jan. 19th, 2005 @ 09:22 pm
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The dream started in an old Sun Birds store that my dad would always got to to look for fishing/hunting gear. He'd take me with him sometimes. The store was part of some outlets and the whole building was very very old. It always scared me as a little girl. The place was so big and so old and so EMPTY.
Anyways, I was a little girl in the dream, around eight or so, and the whole family was going to Sun Birds (not sure why anyone but my Dad would want to though).
While the rest of the family spread out and started looking at the sales, my mother grabbed my hand and pulled me away towards a very long hallway in which there were some stores. They were all old and all empty. It was also late at night so they were very dark. There was those... Gate... Bar things that stores in malls put up at closing time... Everything looked just like it does IRL... And the Sun Birds does almost look like the inside of a very small mall...
Anyways, my mother was angry and nearly dragging me because she was walking so fast, holding me by my right wrist. I remember telling her that she was huring my hand and to please let go, but she only held on tighter.
We reached the front of this furtinture store... Just looking at it scared me. Like the other stores, it was dark and seemed dangerous. It creeped me out and I did not like how cluttered it was.
My mom somehow pulled open the gate thing and then told me I was to spend the night in there. I started to cry, asking her why, telling her that it was a very bad, scary place. She said she had to sleep there when she was little, so I would have to too. And with that, she pushed me inside and close the gate... thing... She tossed a big blanket over the top and told me to use it, that it would keep me safe, but only for awhile.
I remember shaking it and screaming after her and dad or anyone to let me out. And I HATED my mother...
--- Scene changes... Or I just can't remember...
It was later and my family had left without me... I had the blanket. I was able to curl up into a tiny ball inside the blanket, totally covered. I knew that if I stayed very still and INSIDE the blanky, I would be okay. I was curled up under some desk.
I could hear voices... I knew there were things in the furniture store and they terrified me. I could hear them talking, sometimes making very disturbing noises. And then I started to cry.
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Somehow I leave the furniture store, but as soon as I step outside of the store, I am an adult, like I am now. It was a bit weird.
Anyways, I walked down the street, looking for my parents, but I coulnd't find them. But I DID find Poppy.
For some reason I thought he would lead me home. That's what I thought in the dream so I followed him. Somehow we ended up at the top of this skyscraper thing... I turned around to tell Poppy that he must have gotten lost, he pushed me off..
I fell... And fell... and FELL... And I was TERRIFIED... I woke up just before I hit what looked like a sea of very dark, scary water.
Well, I woke up... But... It's not over yet! *Sigh* ... This had btter make up for all those weeks I've forgotten to post... This one's LONG... *sigh*
Anyways, I eventually went back to sleep and I think continued the dream where I left off... I just don't know of you can do that so maybe this IS a completely different dream...
I was struggling to stay above the water of this very dark sea. The water almost seemed black, but was just a very very very dark blue.
It seemed to go on forever, as all seas do, and I was freaking out because... Well... I was lost in the middle of some weirdass oceana!
This freaky ghosty girl popped up out of the water beside me and I stopped freaking out... I was pretty much frozen then...
Another one, male, popped up out of the water on the OTHER side of me and said that they would bathe me...
I told them I didn't need a bath, and that if they hadn't noticed already, I was lost in some freaky sea.
ANOTHER popped up, right in front of me this time... And another girl... And said then they were just going to have to baptize me...
I told them to go and that I had already been baptized...
Then the girl off to the side of me said that then they would just have to kill me... And they started to pull me under the water... I started to scream and move my arms and legs as much as I could in the water, trying to get them off of me, but they continued to pull me under until I was under the water...
Can't remember much after that except blood started pouring out of my mouth (under water) like crazy...
And I drowned... Well, I'm sure I did... I didn't dream of the moment of my actual DEATH but everything else, the lungs filling with water and what not... so I'm pretty sure I died... heh...
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BLAH! ... That was a long one... I guess I owe it to the journal though... Heh... *Sigh*
Dec. 11th, 2004 @ 11:47 pm
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This dream was one of those weird kinds where it's very real and you can almost control the dream by making your own choices... Just weird...
I was in a hospital... I wasn't a patient there... But I don't know why I was there. I HATE hospitals... But I was walking down a hall, passing rooms of sick/injured people...
I walked into the first room I saw with an open door. There was a little girl and she was sad. I asked her what was wrong and she said her bird was sick... She was holding this big black raven in her arms... She showed me an hourglass and said the doctors couldn't figure out how to get the stuff back up to the top, so the bird was going to die. I left and wandered into another room.
THere was a mother in there, next to a hospital bed... In the bed was this small, deformed body hooked up to all sorts of weird machines... The mother was a mess. She was crying and didn't seem to notice me.
The little body was disturbing. It was male, I think... I knew it was YOUNG, but it didn't look young. Something was seriously wrong with it. It looked like a really really OLD little boy... Dwarfed and... Almost scary... I have never seen anything like it before...
Anyways... The boy was dead. And his mother was, of course, devastated.
She walks up to me and starts screaming at me, asking why her son had to die, asking HOW her son died.
I told her I had no idea, that things like that just happen. She said he had some disease, but I forget the name. Maybe it's an ACTUAL disease... Too bad I can't remember the name.
Anyways, she was getting really upset, when she told me that she was going to lock me in the morgue...
And then I woke up.
I'm wondering why I even bothered to post this. I am distracted right now, and I didn't want to go into detail with it... Though there was a lot, I don't care...
Maybe later...
And so much for my two a week goal...
Josie
Dec. 4th, 2004 @ 11:21 pm
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One of last night's MANY disturbances...
I'll make it short... No detail...
I was walking down my hall... It wasn't dark but the lights weren't on either... Must have been early in the morning... It was... Dim?
I'm carrying Echo on my arm... Talking to him...
Suddenly, I stop at look down... There's another parrot at my feet... Has darker coloring and it's very fat and short... It starts making weird parrot noises so I put Echo onto my right shoulder so I can pick the parrot up...
The other parrot is a little testy at first... And I'm scared that it will bite my ear or something... I put it on my left shoulder and walk downstairs...
The parrots started fighting and the fat parrot put his beak around Echo's neck and wouldn't let go... I started to freak out, but didn't want to reach back and try to get his beak off because I didn't want to hurt Echo, to break his neck or anything...
The fat parrot ends of decapitating Echo... And I watch his head roll down the stairs...
And then I wake up...
Pretty freaky...
I've had lots of thoughts about Echo lately... Keep getting this very strong feeling that something bad is going to happen to him if I don't keep an eye on him...
Keep getting all these thoughts that something bad is going to happen to him involving something sharp... But.. DUUH... And I don't know what that thing is...
OH well...
Josie
Dec. 1st, 2004 @ 03:46 pm
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