Two dreams I'll share
Dream #1
This was no normal place. I soon learned what would happen if you apologized for anything here.
"Repentance. To truly repent, you must pay for your sins. And we have seen through the sacrifices of the Old Testament and the great sacrifice of Jesus that blood is the best way to pay it back."
A teenage girl grabbed me, and pressed me against a brick wall. I saw what happened in a third person view. I didn't know what was happening, until the large kitchen knife had been sliced across my lower right back, also cutting my right arm. It felt it touch my ribs and sever the muscles. It was horrible. I knew I'd survive, but the pain was extraordinary. I wadded my shirt around the wound, and sat against the wall, gasping for breath.
Dream #2
I had fallen from a tall height, floating on a sheet I was holding the two ends of. It was working, and I flew into my backyard. I swooped down, and flew up into the tree of my backyard. I could feel the leaves hit me as I flew up, and, out of my desire to feel the leaves longer, my tree became infinitely tall. But the leaves turned to branches. And I felt them scratch against me. But I was all right, and I was still having fun, positioned horizontally, fly stright up, feeling the tree hit me.
The first one was a waking dream, and it was painful, like an ethereal papercut that cut an inch deep. It was nasty to see third-person what happened.
I don't think the second one means anything, since it was a dozing dream. I just liked the feel of the leaves. It was cool.
Going to go have some more,
~Souldream, Prophet of the Night
This was no normal place. I soon learned what would happen if you apologized for anything here.
"Repentance. To truly repent, you must pay for your sins. And we have seen through the sacrifices of the Old Testament and the great sacrifice of Jesus that blood is the best way to pay it back."
A teenage girl grabbed me, and pressed me against a brick wall. I saw what happened in a third person view. I didn't know what was happening, until the large kitchen knife had been sliced across my lower right back, also cutting my right arm. It felt it touch my ribs and sever the muscles. It was horrible. I knew I'd survive, but the pain was extraordinary. I wadded my shirt around the wound, and sat against the wall, gasping for breath.
Dream #2
I had fallen from a tall height, floating on a sheet I was holding the two ends of. It was working, and I flew into my backyard. I swooped down, and flew up into the tree of my backyard. I could feel the leaves hit me as I flew up, and, out of my desire to feel the leaves longer, my tree became infinitely tall. But the leaves turned to branches. And I felt them scratch against me. But I was all right, and I was still having fun, positioned horizontally, fly stright up, feeling the tree hit me.
The first one was a waking dream, and it was painful, like an ethereal papercut that cut an inch deep. It was nasty to see third-person what happened.
I don't think the second one means anything, since it was a dozing dream. I just liked the feel of the leaves. It was cool.
Going to go have some more,
~Souldream, Prophet of the Night