Your Dreams

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Originally Posted by AimusSage

Did it perhaps have something to do with H.P Lovecraft's Cthulhu?

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never read it...

i've been getting these series of scary dreams lately... i told my mum... but she just said pray before you go to sleep... but that's one thing i always do before going to sleep!

yesterday night it was about an earthquake... and i was trying to save my sister... i had to leave my dad behind.. something within me was telling me not to..
My mum was not there in the dream at all..
when i came back, the wall had broken off and fallen right where i left my dad..
I sat up crying and went to my parents room and kissed my dad...
The worst part is that i remember these dreams.. the details.. it's horrible!

Last night I dreamed I was in a house in my old neighborhood. It was dusk and a group of men came up to the door. They wanted to come in but I wouldn't let them, the other people in the house and I went upstairs, one of the people was a chick on TV - I don't remember her name. Anyways, I walked back downstairs and their was a guy standing in the living room getting ready to leave. I asked him what he was doing and he said leaving. I didn't go downstairs but I knew the men who were trying to get in were in the basement running a crap game. Anyways the man left, as he was leaving my dog ran out of the house. My dog ran over to the neighbors and I got worried because my dog hated kids and she was over sniffing the kids. I went over to the neighbors and my dog was now a german shepard (she was a Lhasa Apso). I called her and she put her head on her paws. Then the alarm went off.

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Originally Posted by smilingtearz

never read it...

i've been getting these series of scary dreams lately... i told my mum... but she just said pray before you go to sleep... but that's one thing i always do before going to sleep!

yesterday night it was about an earthquake... and i was trying to save my sister... i had to leave my dad behind.. something within me was telling me not to..
My mum was not there in the dream at all..
when i came back, the wall had broken off and fallen right where i left my dad..
I sat up crying and went to my parents room and kissed my dad...
The worst part is that i remember these dreams.. the details.. it's horrible!

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You should look up what these dreams mean, maybe your subconsious is trying to send your consious a message about something.

don't say that!
the last thing i want to witness in reality is an earthquake or a giant octopus!!

Obviously it doesn't have a literal meaning! :) Maybe it's just some subconsious worries or fears, they don't have to be real, could just as well be imaginary fears and worries, with no basis in reality.

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with no basis in reality

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Wouldn't be a long shot with that one . . . :lol:

Last Night I dreamed that I went to a customer's shop (a customer from my old company). They were doing the yearly changing of the pistons and it was a big deal (that isn't something that that or any other company does). They give out prizes, it's like a big party really. Anyways my friend that did something crappy was also there. She kept winning prizes. They gave us all door prizes but a manager was coming around to the tables, when they got to my table they took away my prize and I was left with a sheet of paper. Then we met these 3 ladies, they seemed very nice. Then i was driving around my grandma's neighbor hood in a van/car and wound up in a parking lot. This guy was there and he seemed familiar, we were chatting then after a bit we were making out. He was kind of a hippie gy - generally not the type I go for. anyways a few minutes into it I hear a car pull up. The door slams and a lady says "What are you doing with my husband?" I turn and it's the three ladies from the party. I tried to explain that I didn't know this guy was married and he didn't have a ring on but they were still mad at me. The guy started walking off and the wife followed him.

First there was....dishonour.
Really, we don't know if it came first in time but it came first in meaning and intenseness.
There were three nobles, brothers in one house. One was middle-aged and could stare out of the window but there was something wrong about his smile and people were afraid of that window.
The second brother was younger, in his late twenties. He watched out of the edge of the window with one eye. It was hard to tell who seemed more wrong, he or his older brother.
And then there was the youngest brother, in his late teens. He had to keep in the shadows, away from the window. We do not know whether dishonour came from looking out of that window or if it was the reason why he couldn't watch out of the window.
The youngest brother was us.
We were a member of some small team, in some very strange championship. Each team had to put up a champion for every contest. 19th century. Fantasy.
The championship took place in many small coliseums, so small that you could jump across one in one good leap. The two competing teams watched from sides.
The coliseum floor was all ice. The air was grey, damp and cold. Only one of the teams could go to the next round, to the next coliseum. There was nothing for the other team.
Despite of being the dishonoured one, we were still a good skater. A bloody good skater and the first contest was skating race. We remember winning it. We remember cold looks from the judges who knew that we were a dishonoured person. There was ink on the ice and in the area where the rest of the teams were. Everyone was silent. Everyone was in the tones of dim blue.
We remember being advised to rest. We remember playing a game of chess. All the pieces on that board were black and so it ended up that we missed a few pieces. We took out our dice from our rucksack and put them on the board as pawns. There was ink on them. We don't remember the result of the game, only cold stares that disapproved the dirtyness and the ink.
So one of our friends had trouble with her computer and called us to repair it or to recieve some files or something. We did. We remember swimming in a cool ocean in the night away from the beach, in a little isolated place for us and my friends. There was peace and colour and warmness and no ink. The night was full of power and sensual beauty. Then it ended.
We remember being called back to that championship. We remember train station and trains covered in snow with thin lines of fallen ink on sides.
We remember running heavily and desperately and just arriving, on time, to see how a competitor of our team performed in ice dancing. He was a friend. We don't remember seeing him afterwards.
There were three goes for both teams in that ice dancing. Our team had the last chance left and we persuaded to be let to dance and compete despite being out of breath and having a small headache.
They let us. The music was a mix of estonian folk and metal but not the music of any known band. Our dance had anger inside, there were no fancy slides in it. It began with stamping our skated feet against the ice (ink came out) so that little sharp particles of ice flew into the audience and at us. The dance was like something shamans use to go into trance.
We are not sure whether we had a rapier in our right hand or if the only blades we had were on our feet. There was little actual violence really, no blood but the one that comes to your throat when you have run or swom or skied or skated much too longer than you can, the blood of endurance races that are too demanding for everybody, but there was violence in the ice, the disapproving cold eyes of the unseen judges, the ink, the colourlessness, the silence, the cruelness of the competition, the dishonour.
We don't know if we lost or not, but we didn't win. We saw the other team leaving through the winners door to the next coliseum when our dance was halfway through.
We don't think there were any other doors. There was just a cold inky suggestion in the paleness of the loss.
"What are you waiting for? You lost. There is no door for you. Can't you take a guess what you should do? For the sake of the honour you lost a long time ago and now?"


We don't remember anything after that.


Who was that man/boy whose body and mind we inhabited for one dream? It was not like us. Some 19th century young dishonoured noble who is bloody good with skates, rapier and computers. But not us. Somebody else. Somebody from that world of ink and coldness and bloodless violence of sport. Somebody who could probably survive there. We know that we couldn't.
Strange.

I had a dream that I was on the set of the "Three's company" TV show reunion. I was sitting there with John ritter and Joyce Dewitt. I don't remember talking about anything. I woke up and when I fell back asleep I dreamt I was in the ""Starsky and Hutch" car and the one guy was driving. I think I've gotten my 70's fix for the week.

I dreamt of dream, a dreamy dream, about a dreamy dream who dreamt. Oh yeah, I dreamt that a Lion is passing through my bedroom window. Strange...

haven't had any dreams lately (or more scientifically, it's too deep a sleep to actually see it.) but the last one i had was our director saying something about me at our theater but i couldn't clearly get it... i think she was saying something about me being dedicated or something, but i do remember dreaming of trying to hide my smile when i heard it.

I dreamt we won the world cup! :D

The funny thing is that I've actually dreamt it twice now! If only that dream came true :)

I had a very bad dream this weekend....I went to a Highland Games to compete solo on the bagpipes, and my instructor picked me up late.....we got there right before my scheduled time, and then someone caught on fire (weird, I know) and we all had to leave! When everyone finally got back it was past my time. The judge was kind and said I could pipe anyway.
"I haven't tuned yet," I said (for that is a HUGE deal in piping)

"Whatever," he said. So I was freaking out and I messed up and didn't win anything in all three tunes :(

When I woke up I believed it at first and was worried because I have a competition on Saturday. Therefore, I've been terribly jittery all day.

Last night I had a very odd dream of a young woman speaking to me frantically, but who only knew small fragments of English; now and then, she would proceed on tangents, talking in a language I did not recognize nor understand. Obviously she spoke of something very distressing, and I cannot remember what English fragments she said, but she seemed rather panicked, though we rested easily in a comfortable room.
Surprisingly, I remained very calm, and never spoke (as, oddly, I very, very seldom speak in my dreams), but listened attentively, desiring to help somehow, but particularly by listening (sometimes the best therapy that others require).

The night before last I had the wierdest dream ever, it was nothing special, it was just wierd! I'll tell you what happened in it now:

We were staying in a house that had a large river that ran in front of it. My cousin had come with us (we were obviously on holiday). It was freeeeeeeeeezing cold, I know because we were all dressed up warmly! The house was near the Drakensberg Mountains which made it even colder because they had snow on them! As I looked over the river at the beautifull mountains, wishing I could go and ski on them, my cousin tugged on my arm and said to me, "Jade, I want a lilly pad!" she was looking up at me with pleading eyes so I looked for a lilly pad close to the water's edge (this is wierd because lillys only grow in almost stagnant water.). I found a little lilly pad near the edge so I picked it and held it out for her to take and guess what she said to me. Yep you guessed it, "That one is too small, please could you get a bigger one for me?" Now like I said before it was freeeeeeeeezing cold and all the bigger lilly pads were way in the middle of the river! So I crouched down and leaned in as far as I could and ...

I suddenly woke to the sound of a kettle boiling and the sea roaring in the distance!

Wierd hey!