See.. Now That Ain't Right!

This dream woke me with a start haha.. Although if it had continued like i wanted it to i doubt i would have woken up for a couple of days.

I have an odd mind.

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Struggling to remember a majority of the dream, i think it started outside, somewhere in a city or a game world maybe?

I remember a train, having to climb a wall of ivy and abnormally large leaves that held my weight, many people i know and dont know were with me here or there, three traveling with me one minute, alone the next, then a crowd congratulating me on some sort of successful adventure thingy i went on with others?

No clue.. But i do remember throughout my "missions" and quests and such, there was a woman.

This woman i felt i knew but of course she didnt look familiar enough to recall who now.

I saw her everywhere. I do believe at one point we were informed someone (insert evil bad guy for dream) was after us and that they were to kill us (of course, never lacking in the theatrics). I dont think throughout the dream i saw this man that was after us, but towards the end i do recall getting one of those "maybe he was in disguise and with us all along?" feelings.

Anyhow back to the woman.

Now i dont exaggerate here, my subconscious invents the most gorgeous women for me to follow around and fawn after.

This one was no different.

She was tall, brunette (light though it seems, dispite the fact its usually always ebony or brunette hair i dream about), hazel eyes and legs that went on for miles. She had clothes that showed every curve of her body.. and although everything was covered, didnt leave much for the imagination (probably because it was just that.. my imagination), high cheekbones, soft red lips and the look she would give me if i was caught looking.. I could have woken up then and there with shivers raking my body.

Moving on..

Remember the vines i mentioned earlier? Somehow this mystery woman and i ended up infront of the same vines, but in some sort of courtyard/room with a pool at the bottom (where the floor should have been). I was mucking about climbing up the wall with her help, moving vines and leaves for me.

I looked down and saw her giving me such a look.. I couldn't help it. I jumped from the wall, landing in the pool up to my shoulders.

She waded closer and had latched herself to my lips within seconds of my fall. Of course, if she hadn't had caught my attention so fantastically and then continued to hold on to me i do believe i would have drowned haha.

We somewhat swam/floated towards the adjacent corner, her under me now and somewhere along the lines i must have realized, despite how amazing it was at first, this kiss was different. Sort of like kissing an inexperienced interest that attempts to dive straight into french kissing?

Anyhow, as if im going to break this up.

Until.. She pulls away, gasping for breath and says.. "Whats our name? We are nothing without a name!"

Huh?

And whats more.. She said this in the voice of the guy out of Men in Black 3, Borris the animal, AND her lips somehow vanished for a split second to reveal a mouth (jaw might be a better word) that very VERY closely resembled the wolf/dog creature from Avatar that chases Jake at the start...

SERIOUSLY!!? Ruined a perfectly good dream with crazy ass shit like that!?




... I watch too many movies.. And i am really, really craving some lady kisses right now.. Ehhhh.

Seeing nothing but stars right now.

This one is still stuck in my head even though i can't remember alot of it.

It's the kind of dream you remember subconsciously but when trying to recall more about it, the only thing you can dig up is the feelings and the fact you really and truly hate that you had to wake up.

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I remember the basics. I was in a building that was familiar and yet i have never visited conscious.

There was a woman there, a woman i know personally.

She has me curious in waking hours and nervous in this moment.

I knew her face, and in all my dreams this is the only person to be so so very close to her real image, not just a face my subconscious tells me i know, or similar yet completely different. Her face was HER face.

This is the first time i've dreamed of her, at least as the main focus, i think i may recall her being in the background of a dream a few weeks ago.


She comes towards me, sweet and lovely, just as she is.

I cannot recall our conversations, or the moments without her through the dream, but i do know we were together.

Not just in the sense of area this dream took place but also we were a couple. An early couple. I do think we began in this dream actually. I know that it was early because i was still very awkward and shy.

She on the other hand oozed confidence and a courage i've only ever read about.

The kisses were real, as real as my mind made them at least, and there was no drama about if we wanted to be together or a third wheel. No no she was all for me and i all for her.

There were small fights here and there, i do believe it involved her family which i think either didn't approve of me or didn't approve of her sexuality (completely unknown to me outside of this dream by the way).

The fights set us apart. I mean that literally, she'd be there one second and the next i'd have to find her again. And when i did, all was forgiven in a heart beat.

She was so very beautiful, and i knew somewhere deep down this could not be real, she would never choose me, although i wish/wished.

I became aware of my dream and i think that is why i remember the dream, and also forget the dream.

The feeling of utter happiness is still in me, simply because we were. We just.. were.

I also still have a feeling of awe and wonder.. How could something so wonderful ever happen to me? How could my mind cook that up when i feel i would never deserve such a thing in the first place?

If there was one thing, in all my dreams, that i could pull out and place into reality, it would be that instant, when she decided to walk up to me with clear intention, and that huge amount of courage i pulled from nowhere to voice that intention i saw. If i could, i do believe.. I want to believe that such a love and a happiness would begin all over again.

Fright of the Night

Im not well it seems. I got up this morning and gave dad my card and some money. my stomach was churning but i thought nothing much of it but that maybe i got up too fast, which isnt true, i dawdled. 5 minutes later i return to my room, go to close the door and BAM! pass out onto my floor.

I must have hit something on my way down as well as the floor because when i heard dads voice, i was conscious of 3 things. one: my stomach was turning. two: my collar bone stung like id scratched at it or dragged it on something. and three: my head hurt so badly, in one spot, a little to the left of the back of my head was the size of an egg. im guessing that is where i hit something first. the second was where i was laying, and so must have been where i hit the floor, thus the first thing i hit must have been close to the ground for it to have taken that much of a hit with my weight behind it.

After clawing my way into bed, i tried to stay awake a little, to calm down.
when i did finally fall to sleep again 15 or so minutes later, the dream i had was enough to have me shaking all over again.

Most would think to have a falling dream after passing out like such would be their first guess, but not with me it seems.

I was in a school that im sure i was meant to attend but did not go to class. i had some sort of accident out side. one that i cant explain because i really dont know what happened. when i got up i notice two pain spots on my lower left leg and some other various cuts and scrapes on my right side.

I went about what ever i was doing and then my left leg gave an itch, i looked down and the two pain spots on my leg (which are covered by my jeans and i havent yet looked at, although i did know one was just below my knee, the other closer to my ankle) had begun to grow hot. while i watched, two spots of blood started to spread from each wound. they grew to the size of apples before i pulled up my trouser leg.

What i saw didnt seem strange then but does now, like always. the wounds weren't bleeding when i lifted my trouser leg. they were grubby but not covered, or filled for that matter, with blood. i looked closer to try and discover why wounds this small could bleed so much (they looked about 1-2cm in diameter). i looked into the closest wound and found pink mushy stuff.. think raw crab meat. i didnt understand what it was.

Then i got curious as to another feeling. i pulled up my trousers more (dont ask, it shouldn't have worked like this but in the dream it did) and found one more wound on the side of my left thigh. it was level with my navel and a gaping hole the size of a small football. once again no blood, but the amount of muscle inside the hole had been subtracted, by what i do not know. it was like someone or something had grabbed a handful and torn it out. i could still walk and so walk to my teacher i was meant to have at the time. by now i was shaking so badly i couldn't really stand and i needed an ambulance. the teacher wouldn't help me. only wanted me to take some of her work she had for everyone today because she was a substitute...... ??

And then i awoke.

She.

She held me. The one i've loved for the better part of a year, she held me.

Her arms so caring, so careful.

Her face rested beside mine, her arms wrapped around me from the back.

I tilted my face against her neck, listened to her even, lovely breaths, her heart, the perfect time it kept. My warm cheek rested in the middle of her cool collar bone.

It felt so good, so real.. such a thing i never dream.

What broke me was to wake and realise none of it was as it was for me.

The wind still screams.

And so, i have had another dream i wish to write down.

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Most of this dream baffled me, and so i have let it slip my mind. But what i do remember are the twisters.

I stand out front of a house on Wildor Cresent and it begins to rain. There are conversations going on behind me, people are worried for some reason. But i ignore them. I watch the rain for a while. The sky grows darker, the rain heavier and the wind stronger.

As i continue to look out, directly in front of me, forms a twister. It does not look normal, not like in the movies or photos. It is perfectly round, with bigger whisps of wind flowing from it. Its also twinged blue. Its quite a few kilometres from me, across the river in fact. Situated in the suburb where a few of my friends live.

As i watch, it disappears again. And one to either side of me form, both in suburbs my friends live in. Ant then more pick up. In places or around where yet more of my friends live.

I then turn to point these twisters out to whom is behind me, and we decide we must move to somewhere underground. I point out my old school, of which has plenty of underground hideaways.

And i wake up.


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What strikes me is the fact i wanted to go to this school that has more buildings above than below. We would have died. The whole building would have come down on top of us.

Their Graves

So i dont remember all of this dream.. but i am frightened of one part.



The image burned into my mind, the one thing i cant get out of it is the picture of two graves in front of me.

It was in a seperate garden of sorts, off to the side of where we were living.

Two graves, both with huge slabs of cement over them. Sort of like flat tombstones. They had simple two names engraved, one on each.

To the left was a close friends, which is scary enough. To the right is my own. Our full names carved into the grey stone in gold letters. The bad part is, my friend whom was mean to lie in the grave beside mine was standing in front of it like i myself was standing in front of mine. Both graves were empty. They were ready. And im not even meant to be put into a coffin. Im meant to be cremated.



Ah!!

What happens in the snow...

Now this.. this really had my heart going.

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Close friends birthday, she decides she will take me and her bf to the snow. the night goes wonderfully. we start drinking.. more giggles, more smiles. we move to a cabin with a huge log fire and a lounge at the furthest end. they both move to the sofa, im sent to get more drinks. i come back to them full on making out. for some reason my heart lurches.. but i recover quickly, "ignoring" them and moving to a table to put the drinks down.

I turn and shes moved, shes now sitting on his legs that are out in front of him, her back to me. she starts to take off her jackets, layers. the boy whispers something to her. she doesn't even turn her head.

"just get out."

"but.. where am i.."

"go"

All the while she continues to undress, him starting to help her, he looks around her waste and a sadistic smile spreads across his face. i stand there, unsure what to do.

"go away!" she yells

I turn, grab only the bag ive brought and walk out the cabin door. its cold. of course. it hits like a tonne of bricks and i almost turn back, but she said go away. now that is the one thing i cant stand, could never stand, not from her. i walk, for hours, down the mountain. i fall constantly. over and over. not one car passes me and not a sound reaches me. all i can hear is the crunch of this bloody snow and my breaths as they get colder and colder.

I do get to the bottom. i make it plainly by memory from there, until i get bars on my phone. i call my father, tell him where i am and sit down beside the road. next thing i know im in a hospital bed, they tell me they found me half covered in snow and unconscious. i had caught hypothermia due to me having been drinking and the extreme cold. it was bad, so i was kept in the hospital for 3 or so weeks.

When i got out i was met with instant confusion. my friend had been trying to get hold of me. she had "needed" me. this boy had taken her virginity and had been gone the next morning. when she had searched him out he had claimed not to know her. made her feel like a fool she said. so soon after getting out, i was taken to town, for treats i think.

She found me in town, confronted me, abused me for not being there for her, for skipping out before her bday night was over. the entire time i kept quiet until she tried to blame me leaving on myself. standing at my full height i told her exactly why i hadnt been there when she awoke, that i hadn't been here for her for the 3 weeks due to the fact she sent me out to freeze to death. that i was glad he'd done this to her, that she had been a fool. that i was in her life way before this boy and would be there long after he left and yet she abused that, she ruined what good thoughts and hopes i had of her.

As i told her these things, her expression changed. anger to pain, tears, she crumbled, was on her knees in minutes, pleading, begging me to take her back, to love her again. and all the while i looked down on her. she was in such a pitiful state..





And my eyes opened.