Post by The gunslinger on Nov 3, 2005 0:34:56 GMT -5
Now, don't get me wrong, I honestly don't think dreams mean much of anything. Personally, I believe them to be more like your brain taking out the trash, but I always found this dream to be somewhat odd, though its probobly residue from reading too much Dark Tower.
Anyone who's read Stephen King's Dark Tower series will probobly understand a few things I'm recalling here, if you don't, go read the books. No, seriously, do it.
The first thing I remember was the fact that it was raining, and I was running in a meadow towards an old house atop the hill (Actually, it was more of a shack). In there I found my sister and my father, apparently discussing something about melted ice cream (its a dream, so bear with me). At any rate, I come to find out that apparently we're on a quest to find the Dark Tower, then we leave the old shack, and somehow manage to end up in some kind of city.
Well, we'd probobly gone through something, 'cause suddenly we were talking about the fact that we'd ended up in a world that was really poor, and whites were a minority.
This last part I remember most expliciatly because I was well... rather disturbing. We (Me, my father and my sister) were sitting there in a dinner discussing our next move, and this random dude injects some words about how we shouldn't talk about the "Red King" then BAM, his mouth and hands are sealed up.
My sister then departs from us, and the dream ends. Wierd, no? It may not have any deeper meaning sure, but it was one weird dream, and the only one I've ever written down right after I've woken up. Don't know why, just did.
Anyone who's read Stephen King's Dark Tower series will probobly understand a few things I'm recalling here, if you don't, go read the books. No, seriously, do it.
The first thing I remember was the fact that it was raining, and I was running in a meadow towards an old house atop the hill (Actually, it was more of a shack). In there I found my sister and my father, apparently discussing something about melted ice cream (its a dream, so bear with me). At any rate, I come to find out that apparently we're on a quest to find the Dark Tower, then we leave the old shack, and somehow manage to end up in some kind of city.
Well, we'd probobly gone through something, 'cause suddenly we were talking about the fact that we'd ended up in a world that was really poor, and whites were a minority.
This last part I remember most expliciatly because I was well... rather disturbing. We (Me, my father and my sister) were sitting there in a dinner discussing our next move, and this random dude injects some words about how we shouldn't talk about the "Red King" then BAM, his mouth and hands are sealed up.
My sister then departs from us, and the dream ends. Wierd, no? It may not have any deeper meaning sure, but it was one weird dream, and the only one I've ever written down right after I've woken up. Don't know why, just did.