Post by Razorwire touch on Nov 1, 2005 14:14:53 GMT -5
I haven't dreamt anything lately (which, to me, is a double edged sword at best) but I figured I'd start listing some of my dreams and nightmares purely cause I never get to talk about them, and some of them still puzzle me as to their origin.
~roll film~
This first one was kind of puzzling, a little ominous too. I don't remember it exactly, I tend to dream by intuition rather than exact imagery, so if I get especially vague work with me.
I remember it starting with me in a seriously dilapidated and grimy room, dark brown-red stains are daubed all over the walls and floors, which are partly tiled and part thread-bare carpet, everything is poorly lit, so much so that the dim light in the room makes everything seem sepia tone. It's about then that I realise that I am not alone, there are about 4 or 5 other people lined up with me, I am second in from the right, and I'm not sure who the people are either side of me, but I am aware that there are maybe two girls, the rest are guys, I don't get chance to think about it as another person makes themself known.
This guy appears before us, he seems a real piece of work, I remember that he was overweight, wore thin, circular glasses and had messed up hair, an air of indifference around the guy as he starts addressing me and the others, which makes me realise that we are all manacled together, when I look down at my hands I see they are manacled at the wrists, and in my hands is a book, about a foot tall and about eight inches long, I'm wondering why I didn't see it sooner, and I look at it to read it. I have no idea what the book is or what it contained, as in the dream the information seemed blocked to me, as I said I dream by intuition mostly, but I got nothing from this book but my inability to comprehend.
Anyway, the guy talking to us all sees me reading and goes nuts, snatching this book from my hands and getting right in my face, roaring something at me I can't understand, then everything blacks out.
It then seems to change scene to me and these other people, no longer manacled to me, climbing through a vent or something, intuitively I know we are trying to escape from something, what, I don't know, no one else is talking as we crawl through this vent that looks the same as the room described earlier, grimy and covered in red-brown stains and marks.
Again it switches scene and I'm in a dark room, barely any light except some shining through a door way, I appear to be towards the corner furthest from the door, one of the people I was with, now identified as a girl makes a noise about something, and then drops like a sack of bricks on top of me, stone dead, blood trickling from her mouth and nose.
I freeze and panic, my breathing gets erratic and I try to fight it, I can see someone moving around from under the dead girl on top of me, who then walks towards me and drags the girl off me, it appears to be a woman, who says something to me that I don't catch, but on intuition I know that it is something she is getting a cruel kick from. A few seconds more pass and she punches me in the face, everything shakes and I black out, then I woke up......
thoughts anyone?
~roll film~
This first one was kind of puzzling, a little ominous too. I don't remember it exactly, I tend to dream by intuition rather than exact imagery, so if I get especially vague work with me.
I remember it starting with me in a seriously dilapidated and grimy room, dark brown-red stains are daubed all over the walls and floors, which are partly tiled and part thread-bare carpet, everything is poorly lit, so much so that the dim light in the room makes everything seem sepia tone. It's about then that I realise that I am not alone, there are about 4 or 5 other people lined up with me, I am second in from the right, and I'm not sure who the people are either side of me, but I am aware that there are maybe two girls, the rest are guys, I don't get chance to think about it as another person makes themself known.
This guy appears before us, he seems a real piece of work, I remember that he was overweight, wore thin, circular glasses and had messed up hair, an air of indifference around the guy as he starts addressing me and the others, which makes me realise that we are all manacled together, when I look down at my hands I see they are manacled at the wrists, and in my hands is a book, about a foot tall and about eight inches long, I'm wondering why I didn't see it sooner, and I look at it to read it. I have no idea what the book is or what it contained, as in the dream the information seemed blocked to me, as I said I dream by intuition mostly, but I got nothing from this book but my inability to comprehend.
Anyway, the guy talking to us all sees me reading and goes nuts, snatching this book from my hands and getting right in my face, roaring something at me I can't understand, then everything blacks out.
It then seems to change scene to me and these other people, no longer manacled to me, climbing through a vent or something, intuitively I know we are trying to escape from something, what, I don't know, no one else is talking as we crawl through this vent that looks the same as the room described earlier, grimy and covered in red-brown stains and marks.
Again it switches scene and I'm in a dark room, barely any light except some shining through a door way, I appear to be towards the corner furthest from the door, one of the people I was with, now identified as a girl makes a noise about something, and then drops like a sack of bricks on top of me, stone dead, blood trickling from her mouth and nose.
I freeze and panic, my breathing gets erratic and I try to fight it, I can see someone moving around from under the dead girl on top of me, who then walks towards me and drags the girl off me, it appears to be a woman, who says something to me that I don't catch, but on intuition I know that it is something she is getting a cruel kick from. A few seconds more pass and she punches me in the face, everything shakes and I black out, then I woke up......
thoughts anyone?
*Hugs*
