~athq dream-journal.. 0@, visions, wonders & oddities.. Options

[DivA]

~me thinks the forum could benefit from exploring & discussing what each of us experience from the land of dreams...so if you gots a recent dream to share, then this be the thread to type it - before forgetfulness kicks in, of course..

i would post one, but i need to sleep first.. *yawns*
to be continued.. *zzz..*

[Dorian]

EDIT: I have this dream once a week.

This is a reoccurring dream I have:

I awake in a sewer type hole, there is a bed there, and it’s warm so I must have been sleeping for hours. I feel a sense of comfort, as if this place is my home. I know that I am alone here, and that I have been for a long time. When I awake I hear footsteps in the place above my “hole.” There are two different sets of sounds, so I assume there must be two people and I hide underneath my sheets. I assume they must be lost travelers and that they will leave when they find no one here so I just fall back asleep. I awake the next day to hear nothing, so I climb out of my sewer to see if anyone is there. When I get to the top of the ladder I seem to be in a room that looks a lot like an outhouse, and I see two people asleep in there, so I jump back down and land with a thud sound, awakening the two lost travelers. They eventually build up enough courage to come down and see what is down there.

In the sewer it is too dark to see anything, so they have torches. They find me, alone and afraid in my bed. They are a man and a women, the man is very nice and tells me that he will try and help me best he could, and get me out of here and into a real home. The woman just stays quite and holds the flame away from her face as if she fears showing it to me. Then they go back to the surface.

The next day they come back down to see me, the man again tries to comfort me, and the woman just stand there with the flame away from her face. Then the man laves, and the woman stays. She walks closer to me; until we are so close I can feel the heat of the flame. She hold the flame next to her face and I see that she is blind and she says to me, “Don’t listen to him. We will kill you, and we will be rich!” and then walks away laughing manically.

The next day I awake to a thud sound so I climb the ladder as quick as possible. I see the man, lying on the floor in his own blood, with the woman over him holding a hatchet. I scream and run for the door into this beautiful farm, and she follows. Outside there is a beautiful white house with a deck, and a cruddy old barn.

I run to the white house to seek help, or a phone, but I run backwards so I can see the woman. Then this HUGE spider about as big as a human leg kills her and starts chasing me. I for some reason can talk to the spider telepathically and the spider keeps telling me to spit away from me. So I do, and then since spiders attack on sound, it jumps on my spit as it lands on the floor. Eventually I start to back into the deck of the white house, and the spider keeps telling me to jump, so I do and I land on the deck. It crawls under it and tries to break through to get to me, but fails. Then it just watches me and talk to me and tells me that there is more than one of these huge spiders, and they live in the barn and that they have been here for a long time and they protected me from outsiders and that the only reason it tried to eat me is because it’s part of it’s monstrous nature, but that it’s soul really loves me. He tells me that there is a phone in the house and to call for help to get away from this farm and go live with a family and not be alone any more.

Then everything fades to black, and then comes back. I am being seated in a a police car and I am staring at the bard and I have tears in my eyes.

Then, it ends.


Yea I'm a pycho.....

This post has been edited by Dorian: May 8 2004, 02:57 AM

[Retehi]

I don't remember it that well, I just know somehow a bunch of bongs, a turtle, the school cafeteria, and Janet Jackson were in there somewhere.

I don't know either.

[Shotie]

I have the reoccuring dream I'm flying a lot. I know what it means and symbolizes-freedom. I always feel very free when I fly in my dreams.

Yesterday I had a dream with some very lovely music in it, I was humming the song all morning, but now I've forgotten it. It was so pretty too...I wish I knew how to write music.

[DivA]

~i've noticed that both text & music are not easy elements to bring back in totality from the lands of dreams unless one prepares a method of recording prior to dreaming; i found it much easier to remember when using a recording device...whenever i have something to document, i use the device while my mind's gate is still open to the sub-conscious; though i wish i knew of that when i was a sprout..

dream journal : 05-08

last night's dream was an oddity...i was instructed how to walk invisibly amongst those that were searching for me; surprisingly, my instructor for this dream was Wesley Snipes in the guise of Blade - i remember him telling me much more i can do if i simply let go of limitation...so i tried it, & it worked rather well...then we parted ways & i ended up visiting a elegant cottage home in early 20th century architecture style; i spoke with the custodian of the home & was invited to freshen up before dinner - i thought nothing was odd about this, until the custodian tells me that the home belongs to the three stooges, in particular ~ larry & i am expected to meet all three..

*reflects* the dreaming felt peaceful & i noticed that i had some measure of control as far as action goes, but this experience is what i call ~ shifty..

[DarkEpyon]

I don't remember too many of my dreams. I remember one I had a couple years ago of my being chased by some giant plant that grew in a bathtub and I was running like mad to avoid it and its oversized vines. I think I died... can't remember.

[Azrael]

This is odd. There is one dream that I can still remember from when I was a baby and it's the only thing I remember from when I was a baby. All I remember were some words, but they were in some sort of ancient english font and I remember hearing loud thunder, then I woke up crying. Don't ask me why that dream is still in my mind or what it was about. I haven't really remembered any of my recent ones but if I do I'll post what I can.

[Shotie]

[Azrael]

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[Omar]

yea well i dreamed of getting laid prom night...

that shit aint happening so basically...fuck dreams

heheh no but really.. i dont "dream" much.. i day dream a lot but i go to sleep with headphones on just thinking of shit... so i usually just fall asleeep and wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock...