Dream
If I've done this before, then I'm doing it again. Otherwise, I'm starting a new thing!
So, this dream wasn't necessarily about me, it seemed like people unfamiliar to me, like if I was reading a book or something. Here's the dream as fast as I can because I need to get back to bed....
I was in a forest, and a member of the group got their leg caught, which somehow made them unable to see us anymore. He must have been in some sort of a cave, and a tree fell on his leg. Somehow, we tried to move it, and then gave up, and kept walking or something, though we were still there, trying to get him out, and tapping on the tree that had fallen on his leg to let him know we were still there.
Some time had passed, the only way that I can think of it would be as if time passed instantly. Lots of time, like a year or five. We had moved on, and we'd come back (it seemed like we were only moving one direction though), and it seemed like minutes to the rest of us. When we came back, the wood had rotted a lot, due to humidity or whatever, and we tried to pry it away again.
As this was going on, I was hearing some story of how this guy got trapped, his friends had moved on, and he went on to save himself, and was so bitter that five years later he killed all the people that abandoned him or something like that. I kept thinking that that's exactly what would happen to us. Just a little paranoid, maybe? =D. Anyway, we all came back to that spot where he had been trapped in the cave with only his leg sticking out under this tree, and we tried to move it again. This time, the wood snapped and cracked and fell apart, and he came rushing out to us. He looked mad. Psycho mad. I thought he was going to kill us. But, as I said, when we moved on, somehow we were still there, or maybe I was still there, tapping on the wood to him. He talked about how he knew he was going to make it because when he tapped on the wood we had a conversation going. I'm still not sure how, I can't imagine that we said much to each other: "Hey. You still there?" "Yeah. You still alive?" "Yeah." ... doesn't sound like much of a hopeful situation to me, but this guy was clearly diluted into thinking that miracles happen or something.
So, we went into the cave, and we were talking or whatever.... and some guy came up the ramp to the cave just enough for us to be able to see his head. We saw him bring something up from where we couldn't see it. It was a silenced pistol. He shot my friend in the head, then me.
My consciousness shifted to another person that was there at the time, or maybe a little later. He pretended to be dead, as might be a good idea when faced with a situation where somebody is killing people; you figure he's not going to try to kill somebody that he thinks is already dead. But this guy knew better. Now, since I'd already been shot, I knew this was a dream, so when the bullet ran through my eye, I tried to envision that it stopped, and reversed itself. I was trying to control the dream so that I'd be alive again, and I could change things and make things right. But it didn't work. That was the scariest part of the dream. It didn't work. I couldn't manipulate the dream, I was powerless to do anything. That was what scared me into waking up.
Whew, that took too long, I need more sleep. It might be interesting to get some feedback on this entry as an entry, as a story, as a dream, or even as a piece of writing. It's still here mostly so that I'd remember it.
So, this dream wasn't necessarily about me, it seemed like people unfamiliar to me, like if I was reading a book or something. Here's the dream as fast as I can because I need to get back to bed....
I was in a forest, and a member of the group got their leg caught, which somehow made them unable to see us anymore. He must have been in some sort of a cave, and a tree fell on his leg. Somehow, we tried to move it, and then gave up, and kept walking or something, though we were still there, trying to get him out, and tapping on the tree that had fallen on his leg to let him know we were still there.
Some time had passed, the only way that I can think of it would be as if time passed instantly. Lots of time, like a year or five. We had moved on, and we'd come back (it seemed like we were only moving one direction though), and it seemed like minutes to the rest of us. When we came back, the wood had rotted a lot, due to humidity or whatever, and we tried to pry it away again.
As this was going on, I was hearing some story of how this guy got trapped, his friends had moved on, and he went on to save himself, and was so bitter that five years later he killed all the people that abandoned him or something like that. I kept thinking that that's exactly what would happen to us. Just a little paranoid, maybe? =D. Anyway, we all came back to that spot where he had been trapped in the cave with only his leg sticking out under this tree, and we tried to move it again. This time, the wood snapped and cracked and fell apart, and he came rushing out to us. He looked mad. Psycho mad. I thought he was going to kill us. But, as I said, when we moved on, somehow we were still there, or maybe I was still there, tapping on the wood to him. He talked about how he knew he was going to make it because when he tapped on the wood we had a conversation going. I'm still not sure how, I can't imagine that we said much to each other: "Hey. You still there?" "Yeah. You still alive?" "Yeah." ... doesn't sound like much of a hopeful situation to me, but this guy was clearly diluted into thinking that miracles happen or something.
So, we went into the cave, and we were talking or whatever.... and some guy came up the ramp to the cave just enough for us to be able to see his head. We saw him bring something up from where we couldn't see it. It was a silenced pistol. He shot my friend in the head, then me.
My consciousness shifted to another person that was there at the time, or maybe a little later. He pretended to be dead, as might be a good idea when faced with a situation where somebody is killing people; you figure he's not going to try to kill somebody that he thinks is already dead. But this guy knew better. Now, since I'd already been shot, I knew this was a dream, so when the bullet ran through my eye, I tried to envision that it stopped, and reversed itself. I was trying to control the dream so that I'd be alive again, and I could change things and make things right. But it didn't work. That was the scariest part of the dream. It didn't work. I couldn't manipulate the dream, I was powerless to do anything. That was what scared me into waking up.
Whew, that took too long, I need more sleep. It might be interesting to get some feedback on this entry as an entry, as a story, as a dream, or even as a piece of writing. It's still here mostly so that I'd remember it.