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Lately my dreams have been wierd. Like, really wierd.
Wierdly realistic, in the sense that I wake up and expect the same thing to be happening.
Wierdly related, in the sense that all the strange ones have similar elements or people.
Wierdly populated, in the sense that people I haven't seen in years, most of whom I've broken contact with for personal reasons, are constantly popping up and playing important yet mean roles.
I've had the jerk-myself-awake-at-the-last-second reaction 3 times just in the past week.
I'm not really understanding what's causing it, cuz life is a little stressful with money being tight, but I've been pretty happy and relaxed for the most part. So it's making not much sense.
The most recent one was today. I was on a tour in a museum in Germany. Some of the same kids I went with in my real-life trip there were in my dream, and we were standing in the entryway looking out a big window at a choir on a second story balcony across the street singing. Suddenly out of nowhere two girls about 6 or 7 in the front just turned and walked off the edge, and I saw them land. Heard the crunch, saw them break, saw them die on impact basically. I started screaming, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit in the back row turned and did the same thing. Just walked straight off the edge of the balcony and toppled down. I screamed again and started yelling stuff like "somebody do something!" but no one reacted other than to watch impassively like it was tv or something. The tour guide even told me to be quiet and watch. Then these men in jumpsuits just came along, collected the bodies, and walked off.
No one would acknowledge what had just happened but me, and if they mentioned it they just brushed it off. The guide even told me it was just a failed attempt at a new sport. I kept on insisting that it was wrong, that they'd DIED. Just walked off and DIED, but no one would listen. Eventually even the people in my tour group told me to shut up, they wanted to hear the tour guide.
The rest is pretty blurry and nonsensical like dreams are. But the end was all of us holed up behind pillars and bookcases and the like to avoid some sort of wierd military-type group trying to have a shoot out with us but none of us had weapons. Finally someone just walked along the hallway we were pinned down in shooting us all in the forehead one at a time. In the dream I could actually feel the muzzle pressed against my head as I looked up at this completely blank human face and pleaded through tears to not shoot me before they pulled the trigger. I woke up as I closed my eyes and heard the gunshot.
And that's the mildest, least surreal one I've had so far.
Seriously, BUH?!?!
Wierdly realistic, in the sense that I wake up and expect the same thing to be happening.
Wierdly related, in the sense that all the strange ones have similar elements or people.
Wierdly populated, in the sense that people I haven't seen in years, most of whom I've broken contact with for personal reasons, are constantly popping up and playing important yet mean roles.
I've had the jerk-myself-awake-at-the-last-second reaction 3 times just in the past week.
I'm not really understanding what's causing it, cuz life is a little stressful with money being tight, but I've been pretty happy and relaxed for the most part. So it's making not much sense.
The most recent one was today. I was on a tour in a museum in Germany. Some of the same kids I went with in my real-life trip there were in my dream, and we were standing in the entryway looking out a big window at a choir on a second story balcony across the street singing. Suddenly out of nowhere two girls about 6 or 7 in the front just turned and walked off the edge, and I saw them land. Heard the crunch, saw them break, saw them die on impact basically. I started screaming, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit in the back row turned and did the same thing. Just walked straight off the edge of the balcony and toppled down. I screamed again and started yelling stuff like "somebody do something!" but no one reacted other than to watch impassively like it was tv or something. The tour guide even told me to be quiet and watch. Then these men in jumpsuits just came along, collected the bodies, and walked off.
No one would acknowledge what had just happened but me, and if they mentioned it they just brushed it off. The guide even told me it was just a failed attempt at a new sport. I kept on insisting that it was wrong, that they'd DIED. Just walked off and DIED, but no one would listen. Eventually even the people in my tour group told me to shut up, they wanted to hear the tour guide.
The rest is pretty blurry and nonsensical like dreams are. But the end was all of us holed up behind pillars and bookcases and the like to avoid some sort of wierd military-type group trying to have a shoot out with us but none of us had weapons. Finally someone just walked along the hallway we were pinned down in shooting us all in the forehead one at a time. In the dream I could actually feel the muzzle pressed against my head as I looked up at this completely blank human face and pleaded through tears to not shoot me before they pulled the trigger. I woke up as I closed my eyes and heard the gunshot.
And that's the mildest, least surreal one I've had so far.
Seriously, BUH?!?!