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While its still fresh in my mind, I want to update about the dream I just had.
I fairly consistently have nightmares lately. Usually, they involve me having to hurt or kill someone or watch them be hurt. Odd, right, that I rarely dream about myself getting hurt. Only other people, and its never anyone specific. Or no one who really exists, anyway.
I had a dream where a man was chasing me through a wooden house, trying to kill me, but i outsmarted him and somehow lead him into a pit that he fell into. The weird part was, though, then I had an out of body experience. An enormous bird attacked him and tore his eyes out, and all I could do was watch in horror. I wanted him to stop chasing me but I didnt want to have to watch him die. I've had other dreams where I've been fighitng people, and I generally win, but I always stop myself after a while because I just don't have the heart to beat them into a pulp.
Last night was a little different, though. I dreamt that I was with two friends, a guy and a girl, and even though they didnt represent anyone real, I knew they were my best friends. I was driving a boat across a river for a while, until we came to an island. I didnt notice it at the time, but apparently we were some sort of RPG-style adventurers since I found myself carrying a blade and the guy had a sling, the kind that you put a stone or metal slug into and spin around your head before releasing it to fly through the air. We found a house, and for whatever reason decided to explore. I had a vague feeling of foreboding, but far be it from me to be the coward of the group, so I was the first one in. There was a child watching TV in the first room. He was about 4 and laying on a mattress on the floor. There weren't any parents in sight, and I remember the part that really struck me as odd was that he was watching it on VCR, and the tracking needed to be adjusted. The anachronism threw me off. We went deeper into the building, and found a flight of stairs leading downward. At the bottom, we were in a basement that looked kind of like my grandparents old basement, but darker and more musty smelling. We only got a few steps in though before rotting zombie-like creatures attacked, a pair of them. I decapitated them both with my sword, but immediately after slicing through one of them my female companion screamed and collapsed. I realized that since it was such an enclosed space I must have overswung and hit her while I was fighting the creatures. I couldnt see where the wound was, because it was somewhere under her dress. She assured me that I didn't actually catch her with my sword, and half-laughingly admonished me for even thinking that. It eventually became clear that she wasn't dying, but she probably wouldn't be able to walk anytime soon. Once I saw the wound, though, I realized what had happened: she'd been hit with a stone from my other companion's sling. He tearfully apologized, but she forgave him, saying that since it was a projectile it wasn't really his fault that it hit her, they're far less predictable than a club or sword. Just then, a booming and raspy voice, clearly the voice of some unknown Evil, thundered around us. "I am the House. Get out! You are not welcome. Now I am going to take you, one by one!" . This is where the dream got interesting, at least for me. I sprang to my feet and ran, not stopping until I escaped from the house and hit the grass outside. Then I realized that my friends weren't with me. I struggled inwardly, being terrified to go back inside but at the same time disgusted with myself for being scared. I started to do some recon, looking through different windows to see what was going on. I couldn't see my friends, but every room I looked into had strange things in it. Usually unwatched children just laying around, behaving themselves, but still just really creepy. I walked back in, stepped over the child still watching his tape cassette, and tried to get back into the basement. On the way to the stairs, a baby in a high chair warned me that they were as good as dead, and because I ran off I would never see them alive again. As I was going downstairs, the door at the bottom slammed shut, and I heard awful noises. Banging, chirping, roaring, cracking. Then I heard my friends start to scream. The dream ended as I banged on teh door, delirious because I knew that it was because of my cowardice that they were dying.
I wonder how I should interpret that one. It was a fairly typical dream for me. I'm always either forced to kill, or forced to deal with someone else dying through some fault of my own, and its always bad. I never have good dreams, and I never dream about my own death. Weird.
I fairly consistently have nightmares lately. Usually, they involve me having to hurt or kill someone or watch them be hurt. Odd, right, that I rarely dream about myself getting hurt. Only other people, and its never anyone specific. Or no one who really exists, anyway.
I had a dream where a man was chasing me through a wooden house, trying to kill me, but i outsmarted him and somehow lead him into a pit that he fell into. The weird part was, though, then I had an out of body experience. An enormous bird attacked him and tore his eyes out, and all I could do was watch in horror. I wanted him to stop chasing me but I didnt want to have to watch him die. I've had other dreams where I've been fighitng people, and I generally win, but I always stop myself after a while because I just don't have the heart to beat them into a pulp.
Last night was a little different, though. I dreamt that I was with two friends, a guy and a girl, and even though they didnt represent anyone real, I knew they were my best friends. I was driving a boat across a river for a while, until we came to an island. I didnt notice it at the time, but apparently we were some sort of RPG-style adventurers since I found myself carrying a blade and the guy had a sling, the kind that you put a stone or metal slug into and spin around your head before releasing it to fly through the air. We found a house, and for whatever reason decided to explore. I had a vague feeling of foreboding, but far be it from me to be the coward of the group, so I was the first one in. There was a child watching TV in the first room. He was about 4 and laying on a mattress on the floor. There weren't any parents in sight, and I remember the part that really struck me as odd was that he was watching it on VCR, and the tracking needed to be adjusted. The anachronism threw me off. We went deeper into the building, and found a flight of stairs leading downward. At the bottom, we were in a basement that looked kind of like my grandparents old basement, but darker and more musty smelling. We only got a few steps in though before rotting zombie-like creatures attacked, a pair of them. I decapitated them both with my sword, but immediately after slicing through one of them my female companion screamed and collapsed. I realized that since it was such an enclosed space I must have overswung and hit her while I was fighting the creatures. I couldnt see where the wound was, because it was somewhere under her dress. She assured me that I didn't actually catch her with my sword, and half-laughingly admonished me for even thinking that. It eventually became clear that she wasn't dying, but she probably wouldn't be able to walk anytime soon. Once I saw the wound, though, I realized what had happened: she'd been hit with a stone from my other companion's sling. He tearfully apologized, but she forgave him, saying that since it was a projectile it wasn't really his fault that it hit her, they're far less predictable than a club or sword. Just then, a booming and raspy voice, clearly the voice of some unknown Evil, thundered around us. "I am the House. Get out! You are not welcome. Now I am going to take you, one by one!" . This is where the dream got interesting, at least for me. I sprang to my feet and ran, not stopping until I escaped from the house and hit the grass outside. Then I realized that my friends weren't with me. I struggled inwardly, being terrified to go back inside but at the same time disgusted with myself for being scared. I started to do some recon, looking through different windows to see what was going on. I couldn't see my friends, but every room I looked into had strange things in it. Usually unwatched children just laying around, behaving themselves, but still just really creepy. I walked back in, stepped over the child still watching his tape cassette, and tried to get back into the basement. On the way to the stairs, a baby in a high chair warned me that they were as good as dead, and because I ran off I would never see them alive again. As I was going downstairs, the door at the bottom slammed shut, and I heard awful noises. Banging, chirping, roaring, cracking. Then I heard my friends start to scream. The dream ended as I banged on teh door, delirious because I knew that it was because of my cowardice that they were dying.
I wonder how I should interpret that one. It was a fairly typical dream for me. I'm always either forced to kill, or forced to deal with someone else dying through some fault of my own, and its always bad. I never have good dreams, and I never dream about my own death. Weird.