so last night i had an exceedingly odd dream. not that i dont have those every night, but this one, in particular, stood out to me. so i have decided to tell it to you
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That would be cool. I can't bring many to mind right now, not in any great detail, but I'll see what I can do.
There was one where I tried to have sex with a cat... :|
One where I was in an episode of buffy and I got to meet "God" in the Summers' house. He told me that he'd balls things up and that he was going to start a fresh, where he reached into a sandpit that I think we'd been using to make some kind of drug in (yes, secretly the "scooby gang" run an underground drug smuggling operation :P), and he formed the sand into some kind of scorpion-like creature (that's as best as I could describe it, I had this dream over a year ago now) which leapt off his hand and went out into the garden. I chased it out side to see what this new "super creature" was all about where it burrowed into my foot and crawled up the inside of my leg until it got to my thigh where it nested and multiplied. I remember the pain being excruciating and I woke with a start and instantly checked my thighs for lumps before I realised it had been a dream.
Another time I got caught up in a Napoleonic war down in Portsmouth, where I became a leader of an underground rebel unit to defend against the french, where I was captured as a war prisoner and spent 3 years in prison. When I got back my best friend got "disappeared" using voodoo magic by some anti-drugs extremist. Detailed Version Here!
A couple of nights ago I dreampt I had a piece of string stuck in my gums, I went to the mirror in the bathroom to pull it out and took part of my gum out with it. My mouth filled with blood almost instantly and it felt so warm and thick and sickly. I spat it straight into the sink, but a moment later my mouth was full of blood again. Several times I spat into the sink huge mouthfuls of blood, but as fast as I spat it out my mouth filled back up again and it was going down my throat. I could barely breathe. I threw up. I knew I was in trouble but I couldn't do anything so stop the bleeding. I looked up into the mirror and my pale white reflection stared back at me, blood pouring from my blood red lips. I tried to run out of the bathroom, call for help, but I suddenly felt so week. I passed out on the floor and died unconscious.
I dream about dying a lot, in all manner of ways, quite often I get crushed. It's not fun. :/ Although my worst dream experience has to be when I was possessed by Satan momentarily and he barked out some evil message. I couldn't remember what I/he said past waking up screaming, but the feeling was with me for a while. It was the weirdest feeling I've ever felt and I wouldn't know how to describe it. It just felt so real, I was shaken for hours after wards and couldn't stop crying for half an hour after waking. :|
i too, have many dreams where i die. therapists and dream analists are always saying 'its impossible to actually see yourself die in your dreams.'
thats complete bullshit.
the one reaccuring dream that i keep having is in black and white (which is weird for my because my dreams are usually in vivid colors). in the dream i keep running and running and running, like death itself is chasing me. eventually i run into a large cemetary. the gates always seem to glow an eerie green color as if to warn me not to enter. as i push open the gates i fall into a hole. only, i keep falling for what seems like hours. when i hit the bottom, i look up to find that my family is surrounding me in the 'hole'. i start clawing my way out till i reach the top. when i look to my left i see a large headstone that reads 'Here Lies Erika Lyn Baewer'. im so shocked that i fall back into, what i now realize is my grave, and just start screaming. i look up at my family and cry and beg and plead for them to hear me and let me out, but they never do. and eventually they fill in the hole with dirt and i suffocate to death because im too weak from crying to climb back out.
i have that dream on average once or twice a month. i first had it a few years ago...not sure exactly when.
lol, I've been trying to block it from my mind. :P I have no idea why/how my subconcious came up with that one, and I've told very few people about it. My friends because I'd never live it down, and others because they'd probably shun me.
lol, aw. i think weve all had embarassing dreams at one point or another.
i think some of the most embarassing arent the ones where youre nekkid (cuz being nekkid dont bother me) but its the ones where you have sex with someone or something that you know you shouldnt be. i remember being in 7th grade and having a sexual dream that took place at my old house with a guy named Ryan. i went to school with him from kindergarden all the way up till we graduated high school. i never really knew him or talked to him, but its still weird how they just sneak into your head at night.
Got that right, motherfucker! That's right up there with Anal Rampages and fucking tables in the chicken place. I love you man, even if you call me knobcheese then go offline!
Wow, that is disturbing, and if it's re-occuring then it could mean something, I'm not sure what mind. I've not done a lot of research on dreams, but I seem to remember reading in one dream translation book that dying in your dream is supposed to mean good luck in the day. I'm not sure how they worked that one out. :S
I know others believe that if you die in your dreams you'll die in real life, but I think they probably just took The Matrix a little too seriously. :P They're obviously lucky enough never to have died in their dreams.
It's been a long time since I've actually had any re-occuring dreams as such, but occasionally I'll wake up and think "That was weird I had a dream about that exact same place/those same people, like, 8 years ago!" I won't recognize them while I'm dreaming, it's only when I wake up that I remember the previous dream and the people/places involved and I know it's not re-occuring because I'll remember something different happening.
wow, if dying in dreams is supposed to bring good luck, youd think i was the luckiest woman there was!
i always heard of the I know others believe that if you die in your dreams you'll die in real life one. haha, the matrix. most definately.
there was one dream that i had not too long ago that i can distinctly remember having before. i remember i was in my old bedroom at my parents place...i can even remember how my room was set up and whatnot. i was 7 years old.
the dream: i was wandering around my basement when the walls started to leak. at first i thought it was fun and started splashing around in it, until i realized that the walls were, in fact, leaking blood. (at this age i was completely obbsessed with the Nightmare on Elm Street movies...I remember watching Freddy every thursday night with my mom and uncle). after i realized that it was blood i was playing in, i looked up and saw arms reaching out of the ceiling trying to grab me. i started screaming and tried running up the stairs to get my mom, but there were these weird, gremlin looking things blocking the way. so i turned back around and tried running to one of the small windows that hugged the basement ceiling thinking i could get out of the house that way. so when i reached the window, i pulled it up and started climbing out of it. i was about half way out when one of the bloodied hands reached out and grabbed my foot. then another grabbed my other foot. and before i knew it i was being dragged back into the basement. i was trying to find something to grab onto to pull myself back out when i grabbed the window. after i grabbed it, it promptly fell down and cut me in half. the last thing i remember is watching my legs and warm, bloodied viscera being dragged away and soaked into my basement walls.
I remember when I was about 6 or 7 (it can't of been much older than that because we moved house when I was 8) me and my brother were playing in our rooms after my dad had told us to go to bed. My Mum was out somewhere and my Dad was watching TV. Jim (my brother) had just snuck downstairs and been sent back up again. I asked him what Dad was watching and he said it was some Cowboy film. I was like "ooooh, I like cowboy films, I'm gonna sneak down and watch some." Unfortunately for me, I was a little too good at sneaking about, for what my Dad was actually watching was Nightmare On Elm Street and having heard my brother comming down the stairs he'd stopped the tape/switched channel to what happened to be, some cowboy show. So when I peeped through the gap between the door and the frame and saw a man dragged from his bed by invisible hands, all the way up the ceiling and then back onto the bed where he was ripped to shreds and the room filled with blood, I was quite shocked. Audibly shocked. My Dad heard me gasp and took me back to bed, but I had nightmares for at least a week. Thankfully I don't remember what they were about but I believe the whole ordeal gave me an early resiliance to nightmares, because after a week of constant fear I decided I needed some sleep. I still have trouble watching that film though. :/
'desturbed' doesnt even hit the tip of the iceburg deary!
omg!!! that was my favorite movie!!!! the one with the water bed where Freddies' arms come out and start dragging him around his room and then he eventually gets copped up and his rooms completely covered in blood. *yay!* i wouldnt go on my moms water bed for months after that lol...or if i did i made sure i was right on the edge so i could run if something happened.
i did have one nightmare that involved Freddy though. i was about 7 or 8 at the time (im not sure how long i had been watching the movies yet) but from what i remember i was walking around in my Aunt Linda's house. when i reached the back door i heard my name being called from the other diretion...from the warehouse door (my aunt lived in a home that was attached to a warehouse..hard to explain, it was beautiful tho). when i reached the door and opened it, i realized it was completely dark and empty except for a single light bulb hanging above an old renaissance style bathtub that was filled with water. as i slowly aproached it, i saw that there was someone sitting in it. i soon figured out that it was Freddy K himself bathing, not in water, but in human flesh. he kept calling my name and singing me sweet songs to bring me to him. as i drew closer and closer to his tub, he started lifting his arms up and stratching them towards me. just as he grabbed me i woke up tho.
but whats even creepier, is that i had had this huge blue teddy bear that was taller than i was sitting in my room in the corner. in the dark, with my nightlight shining off of his eyes, he looked alive. i started screaming and ran outta my room into the bathroom (it was the middle of the night) where my mom had just gone and refused to sleep by myself for days.
There was one where I tried to have sex with a cat... :|
One where I was in an episode of buffy and I got to meet "God" in the Summers' house. He told me that he'd balls things up and that he was going to start a fresh, where he reached into a sandpit that I think we'd been using to make some kind of drug in (yes, secretly the "scooby gang" run an underground drug smuggling operation :P), and he formed the sand into some kind of scorpion-like creature (that's as best as I could describe it, I had this dream over a year ago now) which leapt off his hand and went out into the garden. I chased it out side to see what this new "super creature" was all about where it burrowed into my foot and crawled up the inside of my leg until it got to my thigh where it nested and multiplied.
I remember the pain being excruciating and I woke with a start and instantly checked my thighs for lumps before I realised it had been a dream.
Another time I got caught up in a Napoleonic war down in Portsmouth, where I became a leader of an underground rebel unit to defend against the french, where I was captured as a war prisoner and spent 3 years in prison. When I got back my best friend got "disappeared" using voodoo magic by some anti-drugs extremist. Detailed Version Here!
A couple of nights ago I dreampt I had a piece of string stuck in my gums, I went to the mirror in the bathroom to pull it out and took part of my gum out with it. My mouth filled with blood almost instantly and it felt so warm and thick and sickly. I spat it straight into the sink, but a moment later my mouth was full of blood again. Several times I spat into the sink huge mouthfuls of blood, but as fast as I spat it out my mouth filled back up again and it was going down my throat. I could barely breathe. I threw up. I knew I was in trouble but I couldn't do anything so stop the bleeding. I looked up into the mirror and my pale white reflection stared back at me, blood pouring from my blood red lips. I tried to run out of the bathroom, call for help, but I suddenly felt so week. I passed out on the floor and died unconscious.
I dream about dying a lot, in all manner of ways, quite often I get crushed. It's not fun. :/
Although my worst dream experience has to be when I was possessed by Satan momentarily and he barked out some evil message. I couldn't remember what I/he said past waking up screaming, but the feeling was with me for a while. It was the weirdest feeling I've ever felt and I wouldn't know how to describe it. It just felt so real, I was shaken for hours after wards and couldn't stop crying for half an hour after waking. :|
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i too, have many dreams where i die. therapists and dream analists are always saying 'its impossible to actually see yourself die in your dreams.'
thats complete bullshit.
the one reaccuring dream that i keep having is in black and white (which is weird for my because my dreams are usually in vivid colors). in the dream i keep running and running and running, like death itself is chasing me. eventually i run into a large cemetary. the gates always seem to glow an eerie green color as if to warn me not to enter. as i push open the gates i fall into a hole. only, i keep falling for what seems like hours. when i hit the bottom, i look up to find that my family is surrounding me in the 'hole'. i start clawing my way out till i reach the top. when i look to my left i see a large headstone that reads 'Here Lies Erika Lyn Baewer'. im so shocked that i fall back into, what i now realize is my grave, and just start screaming. i look up at my family and cry and beg and plead for them to hear me and let me out, but they never do. and eventually they fill in the hole with dirt and i suffocate to death because im too weak from crying to climb back out.
i have that dream on average once or twice a month. i first had it a few years ago...not sure exactly when.
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I have no idea why/how my subconcious came up with that one, and I've told very few people about it. My friends because I'd never live it down, and others because they'd probably shun me.
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i think some of the most embarassing arent the ones where youre nekkid (cuz being nekkid dont bother me) but its the ones where you have sex with someone or something that you know you shouldnt be. i remember being in 7th grade and having a sexual dream that took place at my old house with a guy named Ryan. i went to school with him from kindergarden all the way up till we graduated high school. i never really knew him or talked to him, but its still weird how they just sneak into your head at night.
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"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
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I know others believe that if you die in your dreams you'll die in real life, but I think they probably just took The Matrix a little too seriously. :P They're obviously lucky enough never to have died in their dreams.
It's been a long time since I've actually had any re-occuring dreams as such, but occasionally I'll wake up and think "That was weird I had a dream about that exact same place/those same people, like, 8 years ago!"
I won't recognize them while I'm dreaming, it's only when I wake up that I remember the previous dream and the people/places involved and I know it's not re-occuring because I'll remember something different happening.
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i always heard of the I know others believe that if you die in your dreams you'll die in real life one. haha, the matrix. most definately.
there was one dream that i had not too long ago that i can distinctly remember having before. i remember i was in my old bedroom at my parents place...i can even remember how my room was set up and whatnot. i was 7 years old.
the dream: i was wandering around my basement when the walls started to leak. at first i thought it was fun and started splashing around in it, until i realized that the walls were, in fact, leaking blood. (at this age i was completely obbsessed with the Nightmare on Elm Street movies...I remember watching Freddy every thursday night with my mom and uncle). after i realized that it was blood i was playing in, i looked up and saw arms reaching out of the ceiling trying to grab me. i started screaming and tried running up the stairs to get my mom, but there were these weird, gremlin looking things blocking the way. so i turned back around and tried running to one of the small windows that hugged the basement ceiling thinking i could get out of the house that way. so when i reached the window, i pulled it up and started climbing out of it. i was about half way out when one of the bloodied hands reached out and grabbed my foot. then another grabbed my other foot. and before i knew it i was being dragged back into the basement. i was trying to find something to grab onto to pull myself back out when i grabbed the window. after i grabbed it, it promptly fell down and cut me in half. the last thing i remember is watching my legs and warm, bloodied viscera being dragged away and soaked into my basement walls.
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Ok, we are both rather disturbed individuals.
I remember when I was about 6 or 7 (it can't of been much older than that because we moved house when I was 8) me and my brother were playing in our rooms after my dad had told us to go to bed. My Mum was out somewhere and my Dad was watching TV. Jim (my brother) had just snuck downstairs and been sent back up again. I asked him what Dad was watching and he said it was some Cowboy film. I was like "ooooh, I like cowboy films, I'm gonna sneak down and watch some." Unfortunately for me, I was a little too good at sneaking about, for what my Dad was actually watching was Nightmare On Elm Street and having heard my brother comming down the stairs he'd stopped the tape/switched channel to what happened to be, some cowboy show. So when I peeped through the gap between the door and the frame and saw a man dragged from his bed by invisible hands, all the way up the ceiling and then back onto the bed where he was ripped to shreds and the room filled with blood, I was quite shocked. Audibly shocked. My Dad heard me gasp and took me back to bed, but I had nightmares for at least a week. Thankfully I don't remember what they were about but I believe the whole ordeal gave me an early resiliance to nightmares, because after a week of constant fear I decided I needed some sleep. I still have trouble watching that film though. :/
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omg!!! that was my favorite movie!!!! the one with the water bed where Freddies' arms come out and start dragging him around his room and then he eventually gets copped up and his rooms completely covered in blood. *yay!* i wouldnt go on my moms water bed for months after that lol...or if i did i made sure i was right on the edge so i could run if something happened.
i did have one nightmare that involved Freddy though. i was about 7 or 8 at the time (im not sure how long i had been watching the movies yet) but from what i remember i was walking around in my Aunt Linda's house. when i reached the back door i heard my name being called from the other diretion...from the warehouse door (my aunt lived in a home that was attached to a warehouse..hard to explain, it was beautiful tho). when i reached the door and opened it, i realized it was completely dark and empty except for a single light bulb hanging above an old renaissance style bathtub that was filled with water. as i slowly aproached it, i saw that there was someone sitting in it. i soon figured out that it was Freddy K himself bathing, not in water, but in human flesh. he kept calling my name and singing me sweet songs to bring me to him. as i drew closer and closer to his tub, he started lifting his arms up and stratching them towards me. just as he grabbed me i woke up tho.
but whats even creepier, is that i had had this huge blue teddy bear that was taller than i was sitting in my room in the corner. in the dark, with my nightlight shining off of his eyes, he looked alive. i started screaming and ran outta my room into the bathroom (it was the middle of the night) where my mom had just gone and refused to sleep by myself for days.
have you a screen name in which we could talk?
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