Dreams listing
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Thread Topic: Dreams listing
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And I dun see why I shouldn't list mine.
Two days ago, I had a rather heart-felt dream. A small girl around the age of 9-12 near the Victorian Era was digging in a small area not too far away from her home. What she was looking for was any-thing that could cure her new-found poverty, as she and her family were working-class before the economy had completely relapsed. Fighting with severe depression since she was born, her depression had become dangerously Chronic. With a small shovel, she kept digging, and digging, and digging.
Until she found a rather large, strange book. Picking it up from the loose dirt she examined it. She didn't know what it was at all, other than that it was a fancy-looking book with strange rune-like markings on it and it was framed in gold and plated in bronze. Leaving the dig-site, she went back home to ask her mother and father about this find. The dream time-lapsed and I found her talking to her parents.
When her mother seen the book, her eyes went wide and speech-less. When her father left his usual fixed position off the cloth couch to investigate, his eyes went equally wide, but not for the same reasons. They screamed and hollered and hugged each other and cried, but the girl was utterly confused.
The mother knew this was an ancient Roman book, I don't know what it was to contain, but I know the father knew it would sell in for enough coins to last them an entire year.
Even though this was a great find, the girl couldn't help but frown. She didn't know why, but she simply didn't feel well. (She never knew she had depression.) Over the course of the next several months, she had found she had hit a gold mine for Roman incentives. She had already found what would equal 10M U.S. dollars. ($10,000,000) But on the final night of her life, she was extremely cold, despite the heater in her room.
She woke up to find a ghost laying next to her in bed. Despite the fact that this should frighten her, her depression had made it where she couldn't care less. The ghost was a woman, with a wreath on her head and elegant, yet partially torn robes that seemed of silk and rich gem-stones embedded in it, and as rings. She spoke with a surprisingly smooth tone.
"This is hurting my family. My entire family. Can you please, please stop? We've suffered... We've suffered and we can't handle it much longer..." The ghost said, clutching her heart and tears visibly pouring from her eyes. The girl remembered. Her 'company' of sorts had dug up a large number of skeletons, and many also had precious gem-stones, and were arranged to be up in display for how-ever long.
And then she remembered a certain skeleton. It was actually mummified, and her robes were silken and very well kept, despite a few tears. She had a wreath embedded in her head, green with flecks of yellow and red. Her fingers were encrusted with rings of extreme value. Looking back at the ghost, it was obvious. They were the same. And for the first time in a long while...
She cried.
Deeply, she cried. She cried for hours, and she even pleaded for her parents, or dead siblings, or some-one to come comfort her. None did. The dream, again, relapsed and I found her in a bath-room, a very pompous one. In her hand... Was a hand-gun. A small, plated hand-gun. Looking in the framed mirror, she gripped the hand-gun and held it up-side in her mouth.
With a straight face, she put her finger on the trigger. This was it. She tensed her finger, and every-thing went... Black. And then red. Then orange. Then yellow. And now... Finally... White. A mirror appeared before her imagination, and the resemblance to the mirror before was uncanny. She was in it. Along with the full body of a beautiful Roman queen. Leaning to the girl's ear, she whispered --
"Thank you." -
I had this dream a while ago...
Me and my step dad were driving through a canyon not too far away from our town and then we crashed into some guys ahead of us. The guys were really pissed at us and threatened us but we didn't worry. We drive to this one complex which actually turned out to be the doctors office. My step dad was in the office and I was in the waiting room, waiting for him to come back out.
The guys that we crashed into before came into the waiting room. They recognized me and they walked over to me. They beat me and then pulled me into their car. The dream then goes to me sitting in a room alone. The floors, walls, and ceiling were made of cement. There were no doors or windows; just a single light bulb for light.
I was chained to the walls by my wrists and ankles by barbed wire. My clothes turned into really short blue shirts and a really small white tank top. I was chained to te wall like that for a while but then the chains melted away. My wrists and ankles were bleeding but I walked around the room which was really small.
Then, one of the walls turn to glass. I try to look past it, but everything is dark and I can't see anything. The glass stays like tht for a while but then it turns a blinding white. I back away from the glass as I see someone come towards me. A little girl walks up to the glass. She has blonde hair, pale skin, and she's wearing a white dress. She puts her hands on the glass and she looks at me
Something in my dream tells me I've seen te little girl before, and I freak out. I bang on the glass to try and get to her but I can't break it. The girl then starts to laugh. She just laughs at me. I begin to cry and I fall to the ground.
When I fall to the ground the glass goes away and it's cement again. I look around and stand back up. I walk around for a while and then the lights go out. I hear screaming. A little girl. It sounds like she was being beat relentlessly. I cry harder as I feel around the walls in the dark and then the light turns on again.
When I look around the room I see the little girl from before. She's on the ground. Her white dress is now torn and bloody. Her hair is red and ratted. She has cuts on her arms and legs and chest; it's like she died from a thousand cuts. Her face isn't even recognizeable anymore.
I walk over to her and I see a glint. She has a knife in her hand. It has her own blood on it. I slowly bend down and pick up the knife and I look at it. As soon as I touch it, the blood on it is gone. I take the knife and I put it to my wrist and slit it. I do the same to the other. Then I add two more. I drop the knife and I fall to the ground. As soon as I hit the ground I woke up.
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Wtf I had a dream with The Nerdist in (is that what we call him nowadays?)
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I was at my grandmum's house with my brothers and father and step mum, and- well, a lot of people, okay? A lot of people that I love. For some reason we didn't go to school that day and we were just hanging out in the living room.
It's weird, because in real life I'd never hang out with my father, I'd just shut myself in my "room" and do something better than speak with him.
Anyways, the door opens quickly, like someone threw it. Two men walk in, a father and son. I know the two men and I freak out and scream when they walk in. My grandmum welcomes them back "home," but they don't say anything. The father takes out a knife and begins to stab my grandmum. The son takes out a gun and shoots my little brothers in the head and does the same with my father.
I look around at their bodies, they're all dead, well past dead. The father is still stabbing my grandmum's lifeless body. The son turns towards me and as soon as he does I run.
I run out of the house and towards my school as fast as I can. Tears are streaming down my face like f---ing rivers by then.
So yeah, I'm running for a while, and then I make it into the school's auditorium. There the choir is practicing for a concert that they have coming up.
I turn to face the son who comes into the room, but for some reason the gun isn't in his hand anymore. I look down at my right hand and I see the handgun is now in my hand. I look back up at him and he says in a lifeless tone, "I dare you."
So I take the dare and I aim the handgun at him. I shoot him right in the head. He falls to the ground, just as lifeless as my family back at my grandmum's. The teacher rushes to me but I push her away as I yell at the dead body of the son.
"You killed them! They were innocent! THey're the only ones left that I"m living for! You b------! I hate you! I've always hated you! Why did you have to do it?"
I sink to the ground and I cry more. Cry like a little b----.
Suddenly, the teacher, the body, the kids; they all go away. The lights dim and I'm alone on the ground.
I look down at the gun as if it's the first time I've ever seen one before. I twist it around, looking at the cold steel, the handles, everything. I turn the gun so the barrel is pointed right at my head. My finger isn't even on the trigger. The gun goes off.
(Again, sorry for changing tenses so much)
I can't look at a gun without my stomach twisting anymore, let alone touch one. ;-; -
Whiplash Newbiei was the ice cream man and i was torturing obese kids and running over skinny ones and then harvesting their organs and grinding their meat for hot dogs.
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All these beautifully written, heartfelt dreams....
Meanwhile, I just had dreams about everyone suddenly ripping off their pants and furiously masturbating in math class, Nicki Minaj, and saving the world by riding velociraptors with Kim Jong Un. -
I have crazy dreams. Some have to do with shows, internet, pop culture, school, and vice versa.
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I'm sitting in a field. It's sunny, and warm. The grass is the greenest, healthiest grass that I've ever seen, and there are flowers everywhere. It's like something you'd see out of a movie. There are a whole bunch of butterflies sitting on the flowers. They're not normal butterflies though, they have names of the people that I love printed on their wings. My friends, family; everyone that I care about.
Blue sky quickly turns gray with clouds and when I look down I see a razor. I pick the razor up and all the butterflies around me start to fly around me as if they were scared. I hear voices; screaming, yelling, horrid voices yelling at me. I want them to stop, I just want them all to stop so badly; I want them to shut up.
So I take the razor and I cut my arm.
The butterflies around me stop flying around me and they all fall to the ground. As soon as they hit the ground though, I see them. I see my brothers, my mum, my step dad, my friends, I see them all. Dead with cuts on them, lying in the field. The flowers slowly start to die, as does the grass and everything is dead, and the sky is dark. I'm the only living thing.
Then I notice him.
He pushes the gun up against my head. He says something, but I don't hear it. I just see the dead bodies of everyone I love, and I hear them screaming. That's all I hear, that's all I care about.
Suddenly the gun isn't in his hand anymore. It's in mine. I turn to him and I see him standing there, staring at me. His blue eyes are dull, and it's like he's waiting for me to shoot him.
I've been through this a million times, and I already know what's going to happen, he does too. So I make it quick. I take the gun, aim it at him, and pull the trigger. The sound cuts through the screams. Instead of waiting for my dream self to point the gun at my head, I do it for myself. I press it to my temple and I just pull the f---ing trigger and die.
And then I wake up.
I hate these dreams. They all start out different, but end the same. I've grown sick and tired of them, and I can't look at a gun anymore without thinking about it. I just can't. -
Alex, a video, and viagra.
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I had a dream of a drama performance except the instructor had no eyes.
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But dude
people really don't tend to remember dreams in complete detail -
My latest dream was that I was in the perspective of my Hetalia character, Maui. I was supposed to be traveling around my little Hawaiian island, having fun. Then I found a picture of England and a couple of children. I kept it. When I accidentally dropped it over a balcony, I jumped from 20 stories high and tried to retrieve it while midair. England saw me, jumped after me and grabbed me, saving me. We landed in the water. He also gave me the picture back and then we kissed.
That's all I remember. -
I was my normal age, still living in the same house. But the surroundings were all different. In place of my neighbors there were a bunch of new buildings and stuff.
I remember going to some diner. Inside, there were a bunch of really hot demons and angel male waiters. Like really hot not just hot. I befriended a religious angel named Tau. He had blonde hair, long bangs but short hair everywhere else. When I first saw him, he was wearing a black collared long-sleeved shirt and an apron and he looked so f---ing cute. He had the prettiest white wings..
too f---ing bad he was religious otherwise I would have f---ed him and then some
Anyways, when someone tried to kill me, he rushed to save me along with the other waiters. I FELT SO LOVED
and then a baby happened
his baby happened
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I keep having a dream about chocobos, the birds from final fantasy.
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I had a dream GTQ Guy came on here and posted a lot. Premonition?
If he does come on soon - remember this >.>
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