Dream time
Ok, so I am well aware of how odd my dreams can be sometimes. As Jared likes to point out to me, they usually involve me either getting killed or being involved in some sort of violent confrontation. Whether this is from suppressed rage or just the fact that I watch a lot of violent movies and play violent video games, I dunno, but it continues to happen repeatedly. Most of them time I just ignore them, or if I remember them I might share them with a couple of my friends. The stranger ones get put up here.
Last night's dream was just downright weird, even for a dream. Now, I haven't had a "Nightmare" in the traditional sense since I was about 12-13, when I started to consider all my dreams as just dreams. Well last night I bolted awake with that almost forgotten feeling of tension and fear that only slowly ebbs away if you make yourself stay awake, plus that desire to not go back to sleep and fall right back into the dream.
The details are starting to get sketchy to me even now, so I'll write what I remember. Basically I came home to my parents' house with a couple of other people, friends I think, and there were these two really really weird guys in there eating. Of course they saw me coming and tried to run but I tackled one of them and punched him in the face, asked him what the fuck he was doing in my parents' house and where my parents were. The guy looked deranged and was wearing a tattered brown coat. He went on and on about how in two hours time at midnight the entire world was going to end. Something was going to come and kill all of mankind. The only thing that coule protect people would be those who stayed in their basements at that time and had some sort of weird...protective talisman I guess would be the best way to describe it. He said it had to be made out of the bones of an animal, and he proceeds to tackle some rabbit running by and yanks out bones and creates this octagon shaped thing out of its bones, the corners of which shine bright blue for some reason. He gives it to me and tells me to get everyone I can get to that I care about into the basement of the house before it happens and keep the talisman on the door. The next while of the dream is me trying to find people and basically not getting in contact with anyone I'm trying to save. Eventually I make my way to my basement and I have like 30 people down there, including my parents, my sister and brother in law, Rhiannon and Mubina (who live across the street from the house for some reason. A hint at my real life?) plus a bunch of the guys, and some random people. Its not everyone I want but its too late. We shut this sealed door (Why my parents basement door is like this huge armored vault door in the dream, dont ask me) Then at midnight we all get these visions from all around the world. For some reason most people are out dancing in the streets, or on the rooftops, and are happier than they've ever been, and they KNOW they're about to die. There's these bright flashes of light, and everyone is incinerated, we see everyone melting and dying. Now for some reason in my head I know that there are other survivors out there but to go look for them, we dont know if its safe. The talisman isnt glowing anymore, and I start to open the door and tell everyone to stay there, even though my parents are telling me not to. I go out there and slam it shut behind me. I see this wall of light, so big it doesnt end in any direction just come and envelope me. I feel my skin melting and my brain feels like its being microwaved. My entire body is on fire and I start to scream.
That's when I woke up. Literally bolted awake. That hasnt happened to me in a long time. I've had dreams where I died plenty of times, but this was the first time it was ever so...apocalyptic. I even remember thinking that it wasnt my death that bothered me but the idea that so many people were dying.
Oh well, I'm hungry, time for lunch.
Oh yeah, you know how when you wake up from a dream suddenly, sometimes your perceptions of reality are distorted for a bit? I woke up and without even putting my glasses on I stumbled out of bed and checked CNN.com just to make sure :\ Of course once I started thinking like a sane person again I just thought "Rohan you idiot."
Last night's dream was just downright weird, even for a dream. Now, I haven't had a "Nightmare" in the traditional sense since I was about 12-13, when I started to consider all my dreams as just dreams. Well last night I bolted awake with that almost forgotten feeling of tension and fear that only slowly ebbs away if you make yourself stay awake, plus that desire to not go back to sleep and fall right back into the dream.
The details are starting to get sketchy to me even now, so I'll write what I remember. Basically I came home to my parents' house with a couple of other people, friends I think, and there were these two really really weird guys in there eating. Of course they saw me coming and tried to run but I tackled one of them and punched him in the face, asked him what the fuck he was doing in my parents' house and where my parents were. The guy looked deranged and was wearing a tattered brown coat. He went on and on about how in two hours time at midnight the entire world was going to end. Something was going to come and kill all of mankind. The only thing that coule protect people would be those who stayed in their basements at that time and had some sort of weird...protective talisman I guess would be the best way to describe it. He said it had to be made out of the bones of an animal, and he proceeds to tackle some rabbit running by and yanks out bones and creates this octagon shaped thing out of its bones, the corners of which shine bright blue for some reason. He gives it to me and tells me to get everyone I can get to that I care about into the basement of the house before it happens and keep the talisman on the door. The next while of the dream is me trying to find people and basically not getting in contact with anyone I'm trying to save. Eventually I make my way to my basement and I have like 30 people down there, including my parents, my sister and brother in law, Rhiannon and Mubina (who live across the street from the house for some reason. A hint at my real life?) plus a bunch of the guys, and some random people. Its not everyone I want but its too late. We shut this sealed door (Why my parents basement door is like this huge armored vault door in the dream, dont ask me) Then at midnight we all get these visions from all around the world. For some reason most people are out dancing in the streets, or on the rooftops, and are happier than they've ever been, and they KNOW they're about to die. There's these bright flashes of light, and everyone is incinerated, we see everyone melting and dying. Now for some reason in my head I know that there are other survivors out there but to go look for them, we dont know if its safe. The talisman isnt glowing anymore, and I start to open the door and tell everyone to stay there, even though my parents are telling me not to. I go out there and slam it shut behind me. I see this wall of light, so big it doesnt end in any direction just come and envelope me. I feel my skin melting and my brain feels like its being microwaved. My entire body is on fire and I start to scream.
That's when I woke up. Literally bolted awake. That hasnt happened to me in a long time. I've had dreams where I died plenty of times, but this was the first time it was ever so...apocalyptic. I even remember thinking that it wasnt my death that bothered me but the idea that so many people were dying.
Oh well, I'm hungry, time for lunch.
Oh yeah, you know how when you wake up from a dream suddenly, sometimes your perceptions of reality are distorted for a bit? I woke up and without even putting my glasses on I stumbled out of bed and checked CNN.com just to make sure :\ Of course once I started thinking like a sane person again I just thought "Rohan you idiot."