I kept dreaming of food.
This other dream is one I had months ago, but I felt like posting it, because it was strange enough to deserve a spot in my journal.
I was lying on the snowy ground in a cemetery. I had long black hair, porcelain skin, and was wearing a black dress. Near me on a small mound of dirt was the head and shoulders of someone I knew. (His name is Jett.) There was a service going on, and whenever the man giving it would turn to the crowd, Jett would open his eyes and look around. I was quietly and occasionally whispering to him. After a while I fell asleep. When I woke up everyone was gone, and it was twilight. Jett was hungrily looking around. I touched his forehead, feeling sympathy for him and said, "It's not enough, is it?" in reference to his missing body. He glanced at me, and then kept looking around. I moved over to press my forehead to his. He jerked away, yelled "It's not enough!" and the next thing I knew he'd flipped over and was eating me down my spine. I opened my eyes and felt like someone was hitting me on my spine with the flat side of their fist. The feeling got to the middle of my back before it went away.
That's probably the weirdest creepy dream I've ever had.
Another one form several months ago started with me in my back yard. It was a bit different though, a bit bigger. And my house was somehow a boarding school... Well, I was in the yard and at the side of the house, and I found the gate in the fence that we weren't supposed to go through. I went through it. And it lead me to another gate, which led me to an fenced off space. It wasn't very big. In the middle was a little go-cart. I thought about driving it, but decided to just go back home. The next day late in the evening I went back and sat in the go-cart. I found a red button, pushed it, and next thing I knew I was flying. I flew up high, and then over a bit of the city. And then after that I went back home and tried to sneak back into my room. Well, my older brother (which I don't really have) caught me, and told me that I really wasn't supposed to do that and he was only letting me off because I'd been a good student. Well, the day after that I took two friends with me during lunch and we flew over to my elementary school, which had a field for a playground, and we went a few other places and then came back, and my brother caught us again. That time he had to report us to the head mistress, who was not pleased with us. After that, there was something with a shrunken casket of an evil mummy... and my younger brother (who I also don't have) started opening it... Well, the older brother took it away, but it continued to open itself. Well, it sucked my brother in, and manifested into a body. A few people and myself were in a strange room in the house and this really epic girl came in and punched the manifestation, and we saw the ghost go through the wall. My brother came back, and we scolded the miniature casket, which was glowing red, for being evil, and mummified it in duct tape. I remember at the end of the dream just seeing a little rip in the duct tape, and then I woke up.
These are a few dreams from my elementary years:
There was one that I remember I'd had in kindergarten and then again in elementary school where the Wicked Witch of the West was chasing my kindergarten class around the school building. It was a one room school building, and in a depressed area of land (basically a large ditch), and also surrounded by dense forest.
Another dream I'd had in first grade was one affected by the movie Jumanji.
I'd gone to school and found out that our late dog Trevor had followed me, and I told him to go home, and then the evil flower vine things came out of the gym and started trying to wrap around my step brother and the dog. Well, they got away and then I was in my class room. It was like 5:30 in the evening when we got to play outside. When I was at home I realized I'd left my shoes in the playground for some reason, and had to come back to the school to get them. Well, from the play ground, this green, round, tentacle-like thing started coming towards me and I ran home as fast as I could, and it followed me into the house. I shut myself in the bathroom and then I heard it going after my mom. I was scared sh*tless, but I opened the door, grabbed it and bit it until it stopped moving.
9/24/12
Oh my gosh! Flood of memories today.
My very first pokemon dream! I was young enough that I didn't realize it was a dream at first. In the dream, I was playing Stadium on the N64, and when going to select your team, instead of the list, it was like a giant dome room with every pokemon standing there looking epic. The battle phase was pretty similar, but your pokemon's picture was in a circle, and the menu changed color to match it. The menu was also long and thin, running along most of the bottom of the screen.
Another pokemon dream I had involved being in Varidian, and the forest was completely different. That's about all I remember. There was a THIRD pokemon dream that I had twice where I entered this loooooooooooooooong map that just kept going to the right, and it had several different terrains. There were a ton of items to pick up, including smiley faces. There were trainers and plenty of wild pokemon. I don't remember if the rival was there or not. It was fun, though.
There was a dream about Ragnarok. In it, I discovered this entirely new world. There were completely different monsters, and the maps were really pretty and brightly colored. And there was this dungeon that sort of looked like the Einbroch fields, but a little darker. There was a long path into it, and some crazy monsters that tried to almost instakill me. After getting out of there, I met someone who was guiding me through the maps, and I remember getting lost and having to come be rescued by her. xD
Another one from my childhood that I remember was discovering this sort of vertical maze. It was more like giant wooden legos having been put together in a randomly structured tower. Its dimensions never changed, and they were quite cramped. Eventually I made it to the bottom, and everything after that is only vague guessing. I think it was sort of like a video game with levels, each more challenging than the last. I think I had this dream twice with slight variations. And I also think that this was the dream where there was a weird underground swampish area with interesting rock structures, and acidic water with poisonous reptiles, and you had to make your way across without touching the water or getting eaten by the reptiles.
There was another dream I had with an interesting passage. I have no idea how the dream started anymore, but it turned into me being in what seemed to be a hotel, or an apartment complex. I think it was a hotel. It was completely abandoned, but everything still worked, like electricity and water. I was there with a dog and I think my sister was with me. At one point I decided to leave my room and go to one of the floors. Apparently that floor was the reason the place was abandoned. And reasonably so. The entire floor had a creepy feeling. I got to one room, and from in the hallway, I could hear something. I don't remember what it was, but it was creepy. So I decided to go inside. The sound was coming from what was supposed to be the bathroom. What would have been the bathroom was actually a large, epic creepy, blue cave. I don't remember if I decided to go in the cave or not.
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold