I hope this isn't a trend
Last night I had two dreams that were not nightmares, per se, but had sudden disturbing moments that had me wake up suddenly.
The first was while I was in this dream that was pretty G-rated. Everything had sort of a 1970s Disney movie feel to it, and I was on like a Fisher Price locomotive (a toy one that you sat on and made go with your feet) with a friend, and we were moving through this house with all these highly ornamental pieces of furniture. We were off to rescue our friends from something that was really pretty benign, when suddenly a large, boxish grandfather clock started chiming, and a dark shadow moved out from it, slowly. It took a form of a gray humanoid with a dark cape, and there was this sudden fear that if we didn't get out of the house by the time that it reached the end of the hallway, it was going to kill us both. And, and I remember that even in the dream, this would be a "final kill," meaning that we wouldn't come back to life through a magic spell or anything. So we ran, and it started chasing, and that's when I woke up.
Later, when I got back to sleep, I was swimming around the inside of a large submarine which had one section filled with water (not sure why) talking to a friend over a bluetooth headset about an upcoming issue of W.T.F.B. that was going to be delayed, and he explaining that it was cool, as he was trying to get some art done for it and it gave him more time. He asked me a question about a fanfic I had wrote, and I thought about it, then answered. But when I finished, all I heard on the other line was some static. I was up near an air pocket, taking a deep breath, when suddenly red lights and sirens went off, and the whole submarine started tumbling down. I realized that sub was actually sinking, and that I was not going to be able to swim out and to the surface before I drowned; and hence, I woke up again.
So I'm not sure what's going on. Why this sudden horrible endings to otherwise whimsical dreams? What is causing not one, but two of them in the same night, when I haven't had anything like this happen in ages? Is it because of the constant failure with my job applications, the string of dating disappointments, or just the fact that I had McDonald's on the train home last night for the first time in, well, ages?
Whatever the case, my real life is difficult enough as it is; I'd at least like some happy endings to my dreams, thank you very much.
The first was while I was in this dream that was pretty G-rated. Everything had sort of a 1970s Disney movie feel to it, and I was on like a Fisher Price locomotive (a toy one that you sat on and made go with your feet) with a friend, and we were moving through this house with all these highly ornamental pieces of furniture. We were off to rescue our friends from something that was really pretty benign, when suddenly a large, boxish grandfather clock started chiming, and a dark shadow moved out from it, slowly. It took a form of a gray humanoid with a dark cape, and there was this sudden fear that if we didn't get out of the house by the time that it reached the end of the hallway, it was going to kill us both. And, and I remember that even in the dream, this would be a "final kill," meaning that we wouldn't come back to life through a magic spell or anything. So we ran, and it started chasing, and that's when I woke up.
Later, when I got back to sleep, I was swimming around the inside of a large submarine which had one section filled with water (not sure why) talking to a friend over a bluetooth headset about an upcoming issue of W.T.F.B. that was going to be delayed, and he explaining that it was cool, as he was trying to get some art done for it and it gave him more time. He asked me a question about a fanfic I had wrote, and I thought about it, then answered. But when I finished, all I heard on the other line was some static. I was up near an air pocket, taking a deep breath, when suddenly red lights and sirens went off, and the whole submarine started tumbling down. I realized that sub was actually sinking, and that I was not going to be able to swim out and to the surface before I drowned; and hence, I woke up again.
So I'm not sure what's going on. Why this sudden horrible endings to otherwise whimsical dreams? What is causing not one, but two of them in the same night, when I haven't had anything like this happen in ages? Is it because of the constant failure with my job applications, the string of dating disappointments, or just the fact that I had McDonald's on the train home last night for the first time in, well, ages?
Whatever the case, my real life is difficult enough as it is; I'd at least like some happy endings to my dreams, thank you very much.