weird dreams
Okies, sooo i guess i just wanted to share this with someone
In my dream, it was almost like being in a movie of someone else's life. At the beggining, there were these random people recalling events and memories. This didnt make sense to me until almost the end of the dream. In the dream, I had had something happen to me, either an accident, or something genetic, that had a severe physical impact on me. I was in a wheelchair, and most people expected me to either never walk, or never be able to function fully. At one point, i shocked them by actually standing on my own, even though this caused me great physical discomfort (pain). As the dream progressed, i seemed to be getting better. I mean, i wasnt able to move naturally, but with effort, i able to move. People who knew me, my family and close friends could tell i was still injured/disabled, but it wasnt too immediately obvious to the people that i didnt know that i met. Hence, at one point, when i was sitting with one of my brothers, a couple of girls were sitting nearby, one of whom i fell in love with immediately, and began (quite obvously) flirting with. She flirted back a bit (and didnt realize i was disabled) and she and her friends(who were friends with my brother) joined my little group. At this point, i was up and walking around on my own, but it was always with effort, and always with pain. So the dream progressed with me hanging with my group of friends (and family), and at one point something seemed so familiar. I realized that what was happening was something that one of the people that i had met over the course of the dream, and had become integrated into it, had been talkin about at the beginning of my dream. And then it hit me, all the memories, feelings, events that seemingly random people had been talking about at the beginning of my dream...were about me. Basically, it was like i had been at my own funeral, and then had gone back and actually lived my life, with all the experiences that they had been talking about. And it suddenly all made sense. I knew that my life was about to end, but there were still a few things that i had to do. So i did them/said what i was meant to say (what people had said they remembered/moments with me), and then...i woke up (died).
it was an intense dream, to say the least.
In my dream, it was almost like being in a movie of someone else's life. At the beggining, there were these random people recalling events and memories. This didnt make sense to me until almost the end of the dream. In the dream, I had had something happen to me, either an accident, or something genetic, that had a severe physical impact on me. I was in a wheelchair, and most people expected me to either never walk, or never be able to function fully. At one point, i shocked them by actually standing on my own, even though this caused me great physical discomfort (pain). As the dream progressed, i seemed to be getting better. I mean, i wasnt able to move naturally, but with effort, i able to move. People who knew me, my family and close friends could tell i was still injured/disabled, but it wasnt too immediately obvious to the people that i didnt know that i met. Hence, at one point, when i was sitting with one of my brothers, a couple of girls were sitting nearby, one of whom i fell in love with immediately, and began (quite obvously) flirting with. She flirted back a bit (and didnt realize i was disabled) and she and her friends(who were friends with my brother) joined my little group. At this point, i was up and walking around on my own, but it was always with effort, and always with pain. So the dream progressed with me hanging with my group of friends (and family), and at one point something seemed so familiar. I realized that what was happening was something that one of the people that i had met over the course of the dream, and had become integrated into it, had been talkin about at the beginning of my dream. And then it hit me, all the memories, feelings, events that seemingly random people had been talking about at the beginning of my dream...were about me. Basically, it was like i had been at my own funeral, and then had gone back and actually lived my life, with all the experiences that they had been talking about. And it suddenly all made sense. I knew that my life was about to end, but there were still a few things that i had to do. So i did them/said what i was meant to say (what people had said they remembered/moments with me), and then...i woke up (died).
it was an intense dream, to say the least.