Woo Nightmare
So had a nightmare last night--woo that was fun. Want to hear about it? No? Well I'm going to talk about it anyway. At first I was in some kind of live action MMO with of all people my brother and mom. We entered some kind of canyon instance and mom did some gathering. I showed her what on a menu what she could get skill up on (as if pop-up menus could be in real life). She got a couple of points and then another group entered. There was some thing to gather but it had a bunch of winged monsters no one wanted to kill because they could ninja the stuff while someone else dealt with it. We talked with the other party and they were a family too and here for the same reason we were.
Then the dream shifted. Both families were suddenly in a Costco (like Walmart but built like a warehouse and sells in bulk) and we had to get our groceries first because we wanted the same and there's not enough to go around. Now this was the coolest and scariest store ever because they had some kind of zoo in it...an open zoo...a petting zoo...with animals you should not ever be close to.
The concrete floor now had sand covering it and mom dipped part of her hand into a fish tank aquarium that had a moray eel in it. Her hand hurt and she wanted to cool it. In the mean time, my brother who must have been eight years old in this dream had the weirdest fit. He got angry at the reptiles in an exhibit, which was a sort of elevated sandbox with rocks and dunes, because one snapped at him. He climbed up into it and ran around yelling at the things in it because they all tried to snap at him. This thing was inhabited by fucking gila monsters, kimono dragons, and crocodiles. What-the-fuck!?
I finally yell at him enough to get him to come out and just after he jumps down he turns around, thrusts his arm into a dune, and taunts a crocodile that launches its face into the other side of the sand while I yank him the fuck out. I screamed at him and slapped his face, asking why is he so stupid. He stumbled back a couple of steps and started to cry when I notice there's a huge croc. on the ground behind him that starts charging and leaps.
I wake up in the middle of trying to save him again. My brain quickly going through scenarios of how fucked we were. While awake I got to see it chomp my brother. See myself push him out of the way and get chomped. Tackle him out of the way but we're still too close and we get chomped. And, and this was the best one, me half in the fucker's mouth holding the jaws open and my brain is fun because it has to remind me I could not possibly over power that bite so I get chomped. Oh right and by chomp every time I mean a gator's bite full of teeth followed by a death roll to tear me the fffk up.
My nightmares tend to end with waking dreams and that one was sure no fun to watch. At some point I was awake enough to direct the dream portion and it turned into we got away 'somehow' but now the three of us are in the manager's office for photographing because we're being banned from the store. Everyone is crying but me who tries to negotiate for our groceries and around there the dream waned into my own imagination and I lost it.
The waking dream is like watching a movie, I cannot control what happens next. As I become rational I can be an actor and at least control my part. Growing more awake I become the director and around there I have too much control I have to think up what happens next. I lose the dream that I was responding to and am just awake. I wish I could do this with dreams that don't...you know...wake me up in initial terror.
Then the dream shifted. Both families were suddenly in a Costco (like Walmart but built like a warehouse and sells in bulk) and we had to get our groceries first because we wanted the same and there's not enough to go around. Now this was the coolest and scariest store ever because they had some kind of zoo in it...an open zoo...a petting zoo...with animals you should not ever be close to.
The concrete floor now had sand covering it and mom dipped part of her hand into a fish tank aquarium that had a moray eel in it. Her hand hurt and she wanted to cool it. In the mean time, my brother who must have been eight years old in this dream had the weirdest fit. He got angry at the reptiles in an exhibit, which was a sort of elevated sandbox with rocks and dunes, because one snapped at him. He climbed up into it and ran around yelling at the things in it because they all tried to snap at him. This thing was inhabited by fucking gila monsters, kimono dragons, and crocodiles. What-the-fuck!?
I finally yell at him enough to get him to come out and just after he jumps down he turns around, thrusts his arm into a dune, and taunts a crocodile that launches its face into the other side of the sand while I yank him the fuck out. I screamed at him and slapped his face, asking why is he so stupid. He stumbled back a couple of steps and started to cry when I notice there's a huge croc. on the ground behind him that starts charging and leaps.
I wake up in the middle of trying to save him again. My brain quickly going through scenarios of how fucked we were. While awake I got to see it chomp my brother. See myself push him out of the way and get chomped. Tackle him out of the way but we're still too close and we get chomped. And, and this was the best one, me half in the fucker's mouth holding the jaws open and my brain is fun because it has to remind me I could not possibly over power that bite so I get chomped. Oh right and by chomp every time I mean a gator's bite full of teeth followed by a death roll to tear me the fffk up.
My nightmares tend to end with waking dreams and that one was sure no fun to watch. At some point I was awake enough to direct the dream portion and it turned into we got away 'somehow' but now the three of us are in the manager's office for photographing because we're being banned from the store. Everyone is crying but me who tries to negotiate for our groceries and around there the dream waned into my own imagination and I lost it.
The waking dream is like watching a movie, I cannot control what happens next. As I become rational I can be an actor and at least control my part. Growing more awake I become the director and around there I have too much control I have to think up what happens next. I lose the dream that I was responding to and am just awake. I wish I could do this with dreams that don't...you know...wake me up in initial terror.