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Rachy,
I know how you feel. I have had dreams like that too, they are devestating. But I am quite certain that Luke is gaga over you. That girl can just go get her own person.
AimusSage and Digital those are dreadful. could it be something you are watching or reading that is really gorey or from too little sleep or anxieties about something?
I hope your dreams are perfect tonight.
I don't think so. I had that dream a couple of months ago, turned out to be my favorite (as I have stated earlier in this thread) of all my dreams.Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
From what I can remember I started off being at school playing volleyball or something. It was a special day where we apparently only had 2 classes. First I had PE, then my group and another group were suppose to switch classes, so we had English next. Of course, we never did that in my school at all, but of course, in a dream... that feels natural. It was very dark and gloomy outside, a chill could easily rise up your spine. Once we finished playing volleyball we switched. Everybody went on to English class but I for some reason, all of the sudden, forgot where English class was. My heart all of the sudden felt cold for no reason at all, and the atmosphere changed abruptly. Time started to slow down, like it usually does in dreams and nightmares. You think they were long but you think back to the dream and it turns out it wasn't that long at all. I headed towards school, which turned out to be apartment-like. The air felt cold and somewhat frightening, while the clouds covered everything in such a way that it made everything a cold-bluish color.
It was as if there was an invisible veil of darkness in the area, I couldn't find my way to the classroom, and I searched for minutes which actually felt like hours because of the dream, until I finally came across a reverend (yeah, it was actually a reverend not a priest). He looked normal, but there was something about him, as if that normal look was just a facade hiding something, a dark secret, which made him, to me, frightening. There was also something in the air, a presence that was following me. He invited me in to his room, I went in.
I just wanted an answer to my question, but he kept talking about sins. As he did, he started to light a menorah, and it felt chillier all of the sudden. I can't remember what he was talking about, eventually though, he starts talking about his daughter, how she had sinned, died, and how she now can't move on to heaven, and is trapped in Limbo. He told me how she died, my heart started to race, I can't remember what had happened though. Then he said something odd.
Like I said, he told me he kept her corpse under his bed. As he said it he held the menorah in front of his chest while looking up at a wall, in the same way one looks out the window while being in a moment of thought. He told me he fed her every morning, regular food. He told how he unzipped the black plastic bag that held her in, got food and fed her each day in the morning. He asked me to do a favor, and if I did it he would tell me the location of the class, he gave me some food and asked if I could do the honors for that day's meal.
I accepted, I would do anything to get out of that terrible room, if I got the location I could simply leave and head to class. I got the food, and the spoon, and once again he did that mournful thoughtful, yet evil-like look towards the wall, with the menorah in his hand in front of his chest. I searched under his bed for the bag and slowly pulled it out. I unzipped the bag, I can't remember how she looked, but I fed her. It was one of the most frightening things I had ever done (both in a dream, and well... dreams are a part of your life, right?). I couldn't feed her more, it was too horrid to continue. I zipped her up again, and put her back to where she was.
I walked towards him, and asked for the location, with more fear in my spine than ever. He didn't tell me the location, he kept talking about sin... I simply left him how he was and walked out of the room, once more in search for my class.
Well... that was half the dream...
Continuing from where I left of, I began to search for the classroom once more, but this time I was completely frightened by what had just occured. Once again, it felt like hours of searching. Something was not right though, something bizzare within the air. I couldn't quite figure out what it was, but deep inside me, from what had just happened, I knew exactly what it was. Wherever I went, it followed, it's presence becoming stronger as the time went on.
Eventually I entered this elevator to go to the next floor, which was when the presence became intolerable... I began to panic, my heart racing once more. I knew exactly what it was at that point, the lights within the elevator started to flicker. The elevator door opened, I walked out of the elevator in haste. The halls seemed long and confusing, I didn't know where I was at all, it was like a labyrinth. As the lights flickered I continued, my pace getting faster and faster. I could not really run, or I could but I didn't. The lights behind me, as I walked quickly, flickered and turned off.
It got to the point where all the lights in the area turned off. Not even a glimmer of light was seen. I felt tired and scared, and I clung to the walls feeling my way around. Time still moved at its slow pace. The rest is a blur, I do not know if it talked to me, I think it actually grabbed my shoulder once, I don't know if I confronted it face to face though. I knew it was there, and in case you don't know what I mean by "it", "it" is a demon, or was one. I would've returned to the elevator and left, but I couldn't find it at all... it was too dark.
I was starting to give up, there was no way I could get out of that mess. I was stuck there, for what seemed like hours. I was tired, I was scared, I couldn't move any longer. I lay there sitting next to the wall, as it got near.
Then my hopelessness was washed away by a white light, a bright one too, escaping from the gaps of a door (from the edges). I quickly scurried to it and before it could reach me(and perhaps this is the moment it grabbed my shoulder) I opened the door and entered. My worries, my tiredness... everything negative just simply washed away, leaving only the positive. As I entered my English class with everyone there, I looked outside, it started to rain, but I did not care.
That is how my horrid dream has become my favorite dream, my most wonderful dream, my favorite nightmare, my most frightening nightmare, and my worst dream.
I think off the top of my head the scariest dream I ever had was the first I can remeber.
I was 5 and I though I was a wake and the witch from snowwhite was coming towards me with the apple nd I couldnt move from my bed. Sounds stupid now but I was petrified.
Mind you I could have been awake and she be the dressingowns behind the door there was a little light on the red sleeve.
That made me wonder what is the first dream any of you remeber?
wow Digital that is intense. But first a reverend, then lighting minorah for Hanukkah which we are celebrating still right now as I write this(last night was fabulous) which is Jewish, how very odd
there are many evil people that don the garb of nobel professions and bring their terror and horror to them. The white light is beautiful and I can see how it would be your favorite dream coming out alive after all of that.
Night you are positively the FUNNIEST girl, really you see t hings in life in such a special awesome way.
The first dream I can remember, is the dream where I first attained the power to fly. Now I don't remember when I had this dream, so I'm not sure if it was my first dream. I can't remember much of it at all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
This dream was important though, because in this dream, I learned how to fly in dreams, which in later dreams I would use. It's basically my first dream with flight and I can still remember jumping in my neighborhood and realizing that I can jump and stay in the air and float around like a feather being pushed and blown gently by the wind. I've known people who dream that they can fly, but their version of flying is different(Like superman flying, airplane flying) my version of flying is most likely that of Peter Pan(which I had only watched once during that time and could not remember much of it at all). There was now glitter falling from me though, I just jumped and I could fly.
Which brings me to this question, in your dreams how do you fly? what style of flying that is?
Yes, if it weren't for that white light I would've woken up with intense fear, but because of it I woke up with its peace still embedded in my heart.
Digi- your dreams are a bit strange....:nod: ;)
lol
See, told you they were, nice avatar :D
I've flown a couple of times in dreams. Not exactly Superman-flight, but more of a feeling like if I jumped, I could just keep going. I had to focus, though, or else I'd sink again. The vast majority of times, it was a combination of Chinese kung-fu flight and Peter Pan-flight, although there was that one bizarre dream where I was simultaneously me and behind a computer keyboard controlling me, in which I had to alternate shift keys in order to stay airborne...
Heh, interesting
Do you know what the freudian sugnficance of flying is??
But I used to fly when I was younger it was always the same dream.
I was in an aeroplane going to egypt I tink. And just as we were flying over the compounnd where I live dthe plane broke up and disnitigrated in the air and first we (my family and me) whizzed around on plane chairs then gradually they became the rug we had in the lounge and we fly around the buildings then I cant remeber anything else. That was one of m,y faviourate dreams to have as a kid.
:D
You know a couple of days ago I dreamt I rode an airplane with a friendly pilot which did tricks on his airplane. The airplane was odd, it had lights and stuff and as it spun around you could see rainbow like patterns being made in the sky.
I dreamt I was pregnant last night! I was going around like, but I don't know how I am! It's not possible!! and then I got woken up by my phone but for a split second I thought it was true! VERY scarey!!
Huh, I'm glad I never dream something like that.
The only thing I repeatedly dream is about me still going to school. It's quite interesting actually because subconciously I *know* I passed my final exams nearly three years ago and my mind always comes up with the weirdest things to explain my going to school again!
At least, I don't dream about the final exams again.The only time I did that was between the written and the oral examination. That was really scary.
I regret having to tell you, but it is true. Last night you were abducted in a UFO, implanted with alien spawn, then returned to your bed with your memory erased. Or so the aliens thought. They still haven't perfected total memory erasure.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rachy
Happy motherhood! And don't watch the movie "Rosemary's Baby."
The Exorcist and The Omen, however, are still fine for at least a couple of years.
I had a wacked out dream last night. First I was at some type of cabiny - type house, there were many other people there and we were trying to go to sleep. My friend from grade school was there and we liked each other and were planning to put our sleeping bags next to each other (I'm not sure what age I was in the dream) in the living room next to the TV. Some time passed. I got up and went into another room, it was a bedroom and there were 2 other people in the room. One had the satanic bible and the other was trying to get that person to get rid of it. The one handed it to me and the book wrapped around my finger really tight and I was freaking out. We got the book out of my hands and was about to throw it out the door when the table next to me started shaking and something was trying to pull me towards the door. I was fighting to stay in the chair, it was like I had to use all my strength at that point I woke myself up. Slightly freaky, haven't had one of those in quite a long time.
a door, a bible? have you been reading my dream? o.oQuote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Dont you bully my rachy!!!*glare*Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
lastnight ( I think) I dreamed I had this fern like plant and it was all drooping and dieing and I was watering it and twisting it in the light and on half would unfirl (like on tv when they showed speeded up plant growth) and spread in the light and the other half would droop then Id twist it round and they oppoise sides would do the same , then the sun set and it all sorty of curled up. And all I could think was wow Im watching a mirical.
Maybe I should expolain I bouht one oif those red christmas plants and am determined it will stay alive till the second weak in january at least if I have to shift it from roonm to room every night.
i keep having the same night mare everynight and each time it ends at the same time, except it gets more vivid and vivid like, like i can smell things in my dream, i dont know what it means but its really starting to upset me and scare me.
If you take the side of those who believe that dreams are a reflection of your emotions regarding things that happen in your real life, then perhaps there is something worrying you that you have yet to resolve. The longer the problem persists, the more worried you get, and the more intense your dreams become. I'm sorry you're having these frightening dreams. Nightmares can be the most upsetting thing in the world, because it feels like you're being attacked inside your own head, but even if they don't stop right away, identifying the problem they represent can at least make you feel less helpless. And even if your problem doesn't go away, the nightmares probably will, because thought is at the root of the dreams, and knowing what they're about will make you think about them differently.
Good luck, Night! I know, I kill my plants all the time, and it makes me feel like a bad mother. :p But the last tenant in my apartment left a little aloe plant behind, and I've been very determined to take care of it. I take it out of the window at night when I close the curtains, so it won't freeze, and I water it every day. Right now it's in very poor soil, but I can't re-pot it until the weather is warmer, because I'm afraid the combination of the cold and re-potting would shock it. So right now I'm just trying to water it and keep it warm, and praying it won't die before the winter's over. :nod:
Do I have to teach you people how to do everything?Quote:
Originally Posted by emily655321
Emily, no plant should be watered every day -- especially not an aloe that is native to a desert climate. Once or twice a week is more than enough.
Since you have no doubt washed away all the nutrients in the "poor soil," you should repot it now. Go to a garden shop and buy a bag of good potting soil, Miracle Gro fertilizer and B vitamin for plants. Transplant aloe into new potting soil without breaking any roots, then water with a weak solution of Miracle Gro and Vitamin B. The combination of fertilizer and vitamin will prevent transplant shock.
Just call me Mr. Green Thumb.
Thanks for the advice, Starr. I'll start watering it less frequently, but it doesn't look like it'll be getting Miracle Gro or vitamins from me anytime soon unless a) Home Depot starts giving them away for free, or b) I wake up to find the plant has started sprouting dollar bills.
You need a Money Plant. They are tropical plants with narrow leaves and many people in Hawaii plant them as ornamentals in their yards. They don't normally grow legal tender, but you could play mad scientist and experiment.Quote:
Originally Posted by emily655321
Anyone else here usually have trouble going back to sleep after a nightmare?
Dunno really, I never have nightmares, I quite enjoy dreams with death and destruction or that are otherwise unsettling and terrifying, because when I wake up I know the world isn't nearly as wicked and disturbed as it is in my dreams. I go back to sleep ASAP, in the hopes of jump starting such a dream again. It makes the real world such a beautiful place, when dreams utterly destroy everything.
Sounds strange? Well it is, but it helps when you go to sleep expecting the worst to happen because it usually does. :)
don't know if this sounds wierd, but i can continue a dream, like... I had this dream once that my dad was about to gift me a car, but i was shaken awake by my sister just when he was about to hand me over the keys.... i remembered the dream next day, and the following night i thought of that dream, thought of it so much that when i fell asleep, what followed was the rest of the dream, I got a new car!
and this once, when i had participated in a music competition and i was waiting for the result, my cell phone rang...which I percieved in the dream as the instruments being played for another contestant...but realized in some time that it was the phone...
and i was so curious, i thought over the whole dream again, and when i fell asleep, what followed where the results of the competition...
I've only had a couple of proper nightmares in my life (where the dream actually made me wake up). I remember one time I fell back asleep very easily, and the other that I remember was in the morning, so I just got up. Even if a dream is very upsetting, I usually sleep through the night and not remember it until the morning—or, more often, not until the following evening, when something will spur my memory. Most of my dreams, though (the ones I remember, anyway), are neither frightening nor happy, but just pervaded by a strong sense of weirdness and dread. I'll often attempt to describe a particularly disquieting one to someone else, but realize that the objective events of the dream weren't scary at all; yet for some reason everything about it felt wrong and surreal.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
That happens to me, too, sometimes. :nod: If someone wakes me up briefly, then I go back to sleep, I'll often pick up dreaming right where I left off.Quote:
Originally Posted by smilingtearz
And it's funny that you should mention your cell phone! When I was living at home I used to have a very loud alarm clock, and if I was awake when it went off, it sounded like the whole world was coming to an end. But I usually just slept through it, and it would get incorporated into my dream as techno music. Go figure.
I came so close, once, but they had to introduce those damnable water marks!Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
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Originally Posted by Emily(+some number)
This isn't one of my dreams it's my boyfriends that he was telling me about:
We were walking down the road and these guys surronded us and he looked around and I was gone and he was trying to protect me but he couldn't find me and he kept looking, and then he saw me and these guys were trying to kill me and he was trying to get me and he got beaten up and died.
He is a rather odd child!! Hehe
Last night I dreamt that I was showing someone my dental bridge and it had a rotting tooth. Then I dreamt that my uncle and his family were helping me an my mom pack up our house because we were moving to New York. I was getting ready to throw out al these little "army men" type figures but they were more like cartoon characters and my cousin kept pulling them out of the garabage.
wow, cool dream.
I dreamed last night, when I was actually sleeping and not bringing drinks to half the household, that I was talking to jrr tolkien. It was awesome except I couldn't understand half his words and he talked about all his essays and speeches and by the time I woke up I was so exhausted I felt like crumpling up like an accordian on the floor.
I was at work, but it was bigger and we had a river and docks on the property. There was a kayak race that I wanted to be in but I couldn't get down to the starting line, by the time I actually got down there, there was no one left to be a partner with, then I was under a bridge near where the race was being held for some reason I thought I needed to go down this drain pipe to find some friends. Then I was in the balcony of a gymnasium and Bon Jovi was giving a concert, it was a pretty small place and the crowd wasn't very enthusiastic. The drummer was up in the balcony as well, he was preparing for his fire breathing act.
I dreamt something terrible last night. It was:
The country is being ruled my extremely religious people. A country (I have forgotten which) attacks Pakistan. I dreams that my grandpa's home is the whole Pakistan. They attacks at my grandpa's home and their soldiers are coming with swords in their hands instead of guns and their president is in the middle of all the soldiers
And then they starts to kill everybody. I, also have sword in my hand and I also starts to murder them and then I kills a lot of people. In the end, I have killed their President. Now, the people of my country left (their number is six) are congratulating me for murdering the President.
I asks them that now only six people are left in the whole country, so what should we do now?
A person of those five people replies that we should call some people from Begladesh.
(It is one of the most terrible dreams that I have ever dreamt)
I dreamt I was at work and a coworker was working on a computer in the label room (they don't have internet access) as I passed by the screen caught my eye. He was posting a poem to this website. I was weirded out but felt more comfortable when he started typing in the info to become a new user.
I dreamt that I was trying on a jump suit and parachute for skydiving but I had no plans to jump. I was just trying them on for the heck of it.
No More Telling because now, nearly all of my dreams are concerned with politics.
Guns are actually very thought-provoking.
Especially if they are being aimed to you.
Happened about a month ago. We were taken from our cell to the execution chamber. A depressing thing was, that one of the soldiers was once a friend, a former classmate. We understood that it was the war and so on, and it really wasn't his fault and that you had to pick sides, and so on, but that didn't stop us from berating him - we really wanted to be remembered and we believed that he would remember then.
There were four people being shot at a time. One of them was also a person who had been a classmate for eleven years.
We knew that one of us had a slim chance of escaping. We didn't hope for anything. We forgot about that chance quite soon.
We had no eyeband. We didn't ask for it. An eyeband is somehow humiliating.
In the execution chamber, we knew that we had exactly five seconds to live.
It was a terribly interesting experience.
I didn't have to do anything. A last cigarette would have been a new experience, but any new experiences didn't matter anymore - they were going to be deleted forever after five seconds. That what i did wouldn't change anything anymore, they wouldn't make any difference.
I did not fear death. I liked life. I loved life. But well, all good things must end and when it ends then there is no me to feel the nostalgy. I understood that i had only feared the nostalgy for life not feared death. So, everything was okay.
There was no possibility of escaping. I was going to be bloody shot in two seconds. No difference what i did.
I just thought stoically: well, this is it. Goodbye and thanks for the fish. Fare well
If my hands hadn't been tied, I would have made a peace-sign.
But then i remembered that one of us had a chance of escaping. Then i understood that this was a dream and that i could escape by waking up.
I woke up. I wonder if i should have.
I find it kinda funny,
i find it kinda sad,
that the dreams in which i'm dying
are the best I've ever had.