welcome back
so ive been having wierd dreams lately....
the night before last, i had this dream where i was dying. For some reason i was wearing a white linnen dress and my hair was all wavey...almost like that of an angel...a humble angel. i am not saying i am one. But in this dream, it was kinda like Logan's Run, where it was cool to die. so anyway, it took place in a generic high school...kinda like a mix between west and hoover, as well as my living room. The hutch in my living room had a black tarp around it, sort of how one might find one at a voting booth. Somehow, by climbling up to the top shelf, which people actually lift you up, you wait there until you are taken to your final destination (heaven or hell). I remember being conned into it and trying to climb up the shelf on my own. as soon as i started to try and fit myself in the glass cabinet I remember feeling sad and not wanting to die. I forgot what actually happened in school, but i think it had to do with running away from my death....that brings up another point. I had said in my dream, I can't believe I escaped deat...I cheated death.
So that was a wierd dream...then it happened again last night.
This time I was in what looked like a motel from the outside, but on the inside was a futuristic design room....well contemporary futuristic. It had a space-age looking fireplace in the center of the living room where a very large flat-panneled tv was mounted on it. I was living alone in this house. Once again, I looked how i did from my first dream. This is crucial to my dream world, due to the fact that most of the time, i am unable to see what i look like. I remembered from the first dream looking into a mirror as i was about to die and had a feeling of shock over power me. but anyway, in this dream, i had some kind of terminal illness. now outside my house/apartment, there was a very used side walk, almost like where a line would form for a small carnival. and just outside my house was a large pool that, i think, came into my house and just naturally formed there, like hat one paiting....that guy who painted surrealism. I remember that there was a movie being shown in my house, but it wasnt my house, and my parents and joe snuck me in to see it, as if it were a "have fun before you die present." and i just remember how people were trying to encourage me not to worry, as if they didnt care that i was dying. I believe that in the pool, i was to be held in my dress and gently placed in the water when i was dead...but really it was only to kill me. all of those people held my fate in their hands.
Im a little scared about these dreams and i hope its not telling me that i will die.
Ill keep ya updated!
the night before last, i had this dream where i was dying. For some reason i was wearing a white linnen dress and my hair was all wavey...almost like that of an angel...a humble angel. i am not saying i am one. But in this dream, it was kinda like Logan's Run, where it was cool to die. so anyway, it took place in a generic high school...kinda like a mix between west and hoover, as well as my living room. The hutch in my living room had a black tarp around it, sort of how one might find one at a voting booth. Somehow, by climbling up to the top shelf, which people actually lift you up, you wait there until you are taken to your final destination (heaven or hell). I remember being conned into it and trying to climb up the shelf on my own. as soon as i started to try and fit myself in the glass cabinet I remember feeling sad and not wanting to die. I forgot what actually happened in school, but i think it had to do with running away from my death....that brings up another point. I had said in my dream, I can't believe I escaped deat...I cheated death.
So that was a wierd dream...then it happened again last night.
This time I was in what looked like a motel from the outside, but on the inside was a futuristic design room....well contemporary futuristic. It had a space-age looking fireplace in the center of the living room where a very large flat-panneled tv was mounted on it. I was living alone in this house. Once again, I looked how i did from my first dream. This is crucial to my dream world, due to the fact that most of the time, i am unable to see what i look like. I remembered from the first dream looking into a mirror as i was about to die and had a feeling of shock over power me. but anyway, in this dream, i had some kind of terminal illness. now outside my house/apartment, there was a very used side walk, almost like where a line would form for a small carnival. and just outside my house was a large pool that, i think, came into my house and just naturally formed there, like hat one paiting....that guy who painted surrealism. I remember that there was a movie being shown in my house, but it wasnt my house, and my parents and joe snuck me in to see it, as if it were a "have fun before you die present." and i just remember how people were trying to encourage me not to worry, as if they didnt care that i was dying. I believe that in the pool, i was to be held in my dress and gently placed in the water when i was dead...but really it was only to kill me. all of those people held my fate in their hands.
Im a little scared about these dreams and i hope its not telling me that i will die.
Ill keep ya updated!