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Re: The Dream Log Thread
Mon Mar 16, 2015 6:42 pm
«THE DREAM LOG THREAD STARTS»
Man, I had a fucked up dream last night. I remember at one point, there was some girl that was knocked up in a house I used to live in. An intruder broke into the house, held the family at knife point and screamed what the name of the baby was going to be. The woman, whom had the seed of this child, said that the name was "Khala Asthavon".
After that, the male let her go and looked back at a teen/young adult in the room. He said that he was going to kill him for a sacrifice or some shit. So, he attempted to stab him with a dull kitchen knife and only ended up getting his hand. The boy, scared, attempted fighting his attacker off and he said that would only make his death more painful.
That's when he pulled out a box cutter, started cutting through the males arm, shoulder and eventually gripped in a headlock. Once in the headlock, the boy was screaming bloody murder and said that he did not want to die. He did not want to experience nothingness, but the killer did not care as the boy sobbed. In a blood-filled groan, the attacker beheaded him and I remember waking up in a sweat since everything went black.
After that, the male let her go and looked back at a teen/young adult in the room. He said that he was going to kill him for a sacrifice or some shit. So, he attempted to stab him with a dull kitchen knife and only ended up getting his hand. The boy, scared, attempted fighting his attacker off and he said that would only make his death more painful.
That's when he pulled out a box cutter, started cutting through the males arm, shoulder and eventually gripped in a headlock. Once in the headlock, the boy was screaming bloody murder and said that he did not want to die. He did not want to experience nothingness, but the killer did not care as the boy sobbed. In a blood-filled groan, the attacker beheaded him and I remember waking up in a sweat since everything went black.
Re: The Dream Log Thread
Tue Mar 17, 2015 12:30 am
«THE DREAM LOG THREAD STARTS»
Couldn't sleep for too long tonight. I got about two hours and I feel wide awake. I ended up having a dream where I just couldn't drive that well. I was a driver of some sort and I was just getting stressed out behind the wheel, I could barely get a grasp on the paddle and almost always getting into accidents. I felt intense anxiety, fear and a sense of loathing and depression from the dream.
Eventually, at some point, I recall getting behind the wheel of a bus and just driving erratically all over the road. It came to a point where I nearly ran over someone while attempting to park. The girl was a teenage, rich and Caucasian from what I could remember of her appearance. She pulled out a lime green cellphone and start complaining about her hip and how she was going to call the police or someone on me for barely scarping her.
It is, around this time, I started hollering at her, cursing at her and taking my frustrations out on her by calling her worthless, a nuisance and overall stone in the path to my happiness. She looked dumbfounded, heartbroken and was left silent after I vented those thoughts to her. I felt stressed, overwhelmed and ready to do anything. There was fear in my chest, my mind was racing, heart beating and I was contemplating outright jumping off a building and committing my own suicide.
As I walked through a city square of some kind, I eventually found a girl whom I knew and I assume she was trying to flirt with me in the past; as she tried playful touching my skin, initiating the conversation and seemed to have a sincere interest in being around me.
So, finding this person, I sat down and started screaming, then talking and eventually whispering how I just felt sick of everything. I was tired of all the roles I played in my life, I was sick of the strain of being an adult, I hated the society around me, I loathed this finite life I lived, I hated the people around me and I just was tired, tired and so fucking tired of everything that I just wanted to end it and rid myself of this world.
When I reached that point, I felt was if I genuinely was dying at this point and I fell on a curbside near a hospital. It was hard to talk, my throat felt like it was filled with fire and it was as if my consciousness was falling into another realm. Around this portion of the dream, I'd take notice a third person with us and I presume he was my friend. The reason I say this is because both me and the girl knew him, felt comfortable around him and listened in as he said something along the lines of: "You were there for me when I broke down, now I will be here for you now that you are broken."
It is around this time that I felt at ease. As if, I should let myself be consumed by the ailments of the world. I closed my eyes and saw an image of a heart come into my mind. The heart was red, but inside? It felt weak and hard to beat. Thus, to quell this problem, the solution was to make it robotic, mechanized and artificial in some portions to save the organic matter left in it as I grew weaker. Which, in the dream world, was a rather common thing for the masses to do.
However, as this process was taking place, I lost roughly 75% of my heart, started vomiting blood at a profuse rate and found myself drowning within a sphere of my essence. I tried to call, reach out and shout to both the girl and woman; but my voice was being lost, they were moving further away and this ball that I was entrapped in rolled me out of their sight.
It is at that point, a wicked sadness overcame me. I've been depressed before, and I understand that feeling, and I felt it rock me as I felt everything go black and accepted death at that point; despite there being a chance for life even with my heart so broken.
Then, I woke up. I felt anxiety in my chest, a sadness in my head and it felt as if a large gap of time had passed; despite it only being a two or three hour dream.
Ah, sometimes my head really likes to mess with me on some nights. Whatever.
Eventually, at some point, I recall getting behind the wheel of a bus and just driving erratically all over the road. It came to a point where I nearly ran over someone while attempting to park. The girl was a teenage, rich and Caucasian from what I could remember of her appearance. She pulled out a lime green cellphone and start complaining about her hip and how she was going to call the police or someone on me for barely scarping her.
It is, around this time, I started hollering at her, cursing at her and taking my frustrations out on her by calling her worthless, a nuisance and overall stone in the path to my happiness. She looked dumbfounded, heartbroken and was left silent after I vented those thoughts to her. I felt stressed, overwhelmed and ready to do anything. There was fear in my chest, my mind was racing, heart beating and I was contemplating outright jumping off a building and committing my own suicide.
As I walked through a city square of some kind, I eventually found a girl whom I knew and I assume she was trying to flirt with me in the past; as she tried playful touching my skin, initiating the conversation and seemed to have a sincere interest in being around me.
So, finding this person, I sat down and started screaming, then talking and eventually whispering how I just felt sick of everything. I was tired of all the roles I played in my life, I was sick of the strain of being an adult, I hated the society around me, I loathed this finite life I lived, I hated the people around me and I just was tired, tired and so fucking tired of everything that I just wanted to end it and rid myself of this world.
When I reached that point, I felt was if I genuinely was dying at this point and I fell on a curbside near a hospital. It was hard to talk, my throat felt like it was filled with fire and it was as if my consciousness was falling into another realm. Around this portion of the dream, I'd take notice a third person with us and I presume he was my friend. The reason I say this is because both me and the girl knew him, felt comfortable around him and listened in as he said something along the lines of: "You were there for me when I broke down, now I will be here for you now that you are broken."
It is around this time that I felt at ease. As if, I should let myself be consumed by the ailments of the world. I closed my eyes and saw an image of a heart come into my mind. The heart was red, but inside? It felt weak and hard to beat. Thus, to quell this problem, the solution was to make it robotic, mechanized and artificial in some portions to save the organic matter left in it as I grew weaker. Which, in the dream world, was a rather common thing for the masses to do.
However, as this process was taking place, I lost roughly 75% of my heart, started vomiting blood at a profuse rate and found myself drowning within a sphere of my essence. I tried to call, reach out and shout to both the girl and woman; but my voice was being lost, they were moving further away and this ball that I was entrapped in rolled me out of their sight.
It is at that point, a wicked sadness overcame me. I've been depressed before, and I understand that feeling, and I felt it rock me as I felt everything go black and accepted death at that point; despite there being a chance for life even with my heart so broken.
Then, I woke up. I felt anxiety in my chest, a sadness in my head and it felt as if a large gap of time had passed; despite it only being a two or three hour dream.
Ah, sometimes my head really likes to mess with me on some nights. Whatever.
Re: The Dream Log Thread
Tue Mar 17, 2015 11:09 am
«THE DREAM LOG THREAD STARTS»
Yeah, the cycle of my dreams turning more and more violent just keeps repeating itself. I managed to get back to sleep for a few hours, but then it just turned into another wicked nasty dream.
From what I recall of the dream, I remember being in an auto shop of some kind. I would fix up the car of someone, then send them on their way. However, there was trouble getting out of the car garage at one point. So, it is at this time, I'd begin implementing some form of levitation with the vehicles in order to get them out of the yard.
While doing this, though, I spotted someone attempting to run off with one of the cars I worked on in the car yard. It was green in color and had two other people in it attempting to drive off and loot my property. They were each my own race: African American. I can't recall other details about their appearances. So with that said, I dropped the vehicle I was levitating in on the other vehicle and pulled out my gun.
The first guy dropped dead easily enough from the impact, but the other guy was still trying to get away. So, I ended up shooting him in the back of the head and blood started flying everywhere. Despite that, the male was still alive and he tried to reach for my gun in order to kill himself. For some reason I did not allow that to happen and wanted him to bled out as he was traumatized by this hellish existence. Since he seemed to be an intense amount of pain, I wanted him to suffer.
Therefore, I kicked him away from my direction and ended up putting him in the back of my car as I started washing the blood from my hand. I then remember "what would you do" by Eazy-E playing in the background and I felt a fear of the cops coming, but I didn't care at that point. A group of females came by, stared at me and started speaking to themselves about what occurred. I just figured I'd bury the bodies and be done with it.
Now, I'm not sure if this happened prior to, or after, but I also recall the world being somewhat different. There may have been some form of an event that allowed for a certain lawlessness to arrive. As, in another portion of the dream, I remember flying over my hometown and almost everyone was wiped out. There were no people out and I was surprised to find my friend back in the house I grew up in.
They were hiding in a bunker below my house and had all sorts of powerful computers in the compound. I was surprised they were able to maintain the internet connection because, from what I saw, whatever force that arrived on Earth was causing havoc. And, without any other people TO manage resources, I figured there wouldn't be no internet. However, she told me that she had planned for this day and all I needed to do was grab a PC, relax and just ride it out because humanity was living underground or something to that effect.
Additionally, I recall my dad being in this compound as well, but my mother was no where to be seen. Other clips of the dream I recollect are portions where I saw the male from my last dream with me and we were working at a dumpster sight. All of the other higher-ups in the facility seemed to be screaming their heads off at me, criticizing every little thing I made and I remember getting rather angry. I'd run around the facility, collect the trash and then my dream friend would pull up with the garbage truck and I'd toss the trash in there.
This cycle would continue on, until, I'd had enough and told one of the higher-ups in this dream to leave me alone, fuck off and die for telling me to grow up or man up. It is then that I stormed out from the job, quit it and my friend looked confused as all hell.
That is about all I can remember from my dream of last night. It is interesting keeping track of my dreams lately and I'm gonna keep writing them out. I see my memory improving of them.
From what I recall of the dream, I remember being in an auto shop of some kind. I would fix up the car of someone, then send them on their way. However, there was trouble getting out of the car garage at one point. So, it is at this time, I'd begin implementing some form of levitation with the vehicles in order to get them out of the yard.
While doing this, though, I spotted someone attempting to run off with one of the cars I worked on in the car yard. It was green in color and had two other people in it attempting to drive off and loot my property. They were each my own race: African American. I can't recall other details about their appearances. So with that said, I dropped the vehicle I was levitating in on the other vehicle and pulled out my gun.
The first guy dropped dead easily enough from the impact, but the other guy was still trying to get away. So, I ended up shooting him in the back of the head and blood started flying everywhere. Despite that, the male was still alive and he tried to reach for my gun in order to kill himself. For some reason I did not allow that to happen and wanted him to bled out as he was traumatized by this hellish existence. Since he seemed to be an intense amount of pain, I wanted him to suffer.
Therefore, I kicked him away from my direction and ended up putting him in the back of my car as I started washing the blood from my hand. I then remember "what would you do" by Eazy-E playing in the background and I felt a fear of the cops coming, but I didn't care at that point. A group of females came by, stared at me and started speaking to themselves about what occurred. I just figured I'd bury the bodies and be done with it.
Now, I'm not sure if this happened prior to, or after, but I also recall the world being somewhat different. There may have been some form of an event that allowed for a certain lawlessness to arrive. As, in another portion of the dream, I remember flying over my hometown and almost everyone was wiped out. There were no people out and I was surprised to find my friend back in the house I grew up in.
They were hiding in a bunker below my house and had all sorts of powerful computers in the compound. I was surprised they were able to maintain the internet connection because, from what I saw, whatever force that arrived on Earth was causing havoc. And, without any other people TO manage resources, I figured there wouldn't be no internet. However, she told me that she had planned for this day and all I needed to do was grab a PC, relax and just ride it out because humanity was living underground or something to that effect.
Additionally, I recall my dad being in this compound as well, but my mother was no where to be seen. Other clips of the dream I recollect are portions where I saw the male from my last dream with me and we were working at a dumpster sight. All of the other higher-ups in the facility seemed to be screaming their heads off at me, criticizing every little thing I made and I remember getting rather angry. I'd run around the facility, collect the trash and then my dream friend would pull up with the garbage truck and I'd toss the trash in there.
This cycle would continue on, until, I'd had enough and told one of the higher-ups in this dream to leave me alone, fuck off and die for telling me to grow up or man up. It is then that I stormed out from the job, quit it and my friend looked confused as all hell.
That is about all I can remember from my dream of last night. It is interesting keeping track of my dreams lately and I'm gonna keep writing them out. I see my memory improving of them.
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