This is actually a dream I had a long time ago.
I had tried to ignore it and shun it from my memory, but ever since then I get three random pains in my stomach, all in a row, just out of nowhere.
The same place where I got 'stabbed'
And the memory keeps on resurfacing.
I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not. I was at my aunts house, and everything was dry, brown, but not a ugly, dead brown. It was pretty, like the earthly colors of fall. I think that was what time it was in my head, fall. The wind was slightly blowing, and I started walking. I walked, up hill, to this old abandoned house. Snakes, red with yellow and black stripes, run across the street, surrounding the house. Old, yellow aged (origionaly white) 'curtains', cloths hang covering the windows. I open the door and go inside the house.
There are more snakes inside, larger, and with different types of stripes, and they all seem to be more dangerous. But I ignore them, and move along, deeper into the house. I'm on a mission, not sure of what, but there's something I have to do, something that pulls me deeper and deeper into the old abandoned house.
In the end I wind up in a circular room, with no windows, and circular furniture, like it was built specific for that room. I walk around the room once, snakes weaving in and out between my legs, under the furniture, trying to trip me over. When I go back to the door, it dissapears, and the lightbulb that hangs from the middle of the room starts to flicker, and move around. I turn and look, there are more snakes, covering the walls now, and I'm trapped with them. Only now does the sight of so many snakes bother me, and I jump up on one of the couches. Something moves from the other side of the room, and I look over, a giant snake. I back up higher on the couch, and its not just a snake. A, naga is the right term, right?
Saul, comes up and coils his body around mine, trapping me. He smiles, trying to lift up my shirt, and I grab his arm to stop him. He drives three of his clawed fingers into my stomach, and while Im gasping in pain, he just smiles wider and tells me;
"I will get what I want from you, even if I have to kill you for it."
He pushes his entire hand it seems into me, and the dream falls apart from there.
After that, Andrea and I started calling him Snake. I never suggested the name, she did, and I never told her about the dream. Afterwards, I told her I had a strange dream that had a lot of snakes in it, and they seemed to infest the entire dream. I never mentioned Saul was in it, not once. Later I told her about a dream where I almost got raped, but again, no mention of Saul.
I dunno. Maybe I'm just being sorta paranoid about the whole thing. Still kinda awkward, that it will bother me from time to time and just hurt, in three spots, all in a row, right where he 'stabbed' me.
Just thinking about it since its starting to hurt now D=
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And it was horribly apocalyptic and my dad was suddenly alcoholic {not that he isn't, but he was all of a sudden a drunk alcoholic. My dad doesn't get normal drunk, he just gets like 20-minute mood swings. For twenty-ish minutes happy, then angry, then sad, then happy, then tired, then hyper. It's insane}, and my mom was starving and I reached up to touch the brick above my head to make sure it wasn't a dream {it was SO detailed} and it felt like brick.
And then the ceiling fell in on the warehouse we were crashing in and one arm was crushed by falling brick and then I woke up and that arm hurt unreasonably. I think I just writhed for like... a half hour.
Point being, those dreams happen to everyone.
As to whether it's the subconscious mind's response to external stimuli, or the fact that all the senses are tied to the subconscious mind and have the ability to remember information on their own {only sight and sound are tied to your hippo-campus, which is the center of your brain used in remembering things. Everything else functions separately and records separately. Although other data {texture, smell, taste, etc.} can be associated with hippo-campus memories, they are still closer to the subconscious mind than the conscious mind}, which is what causes flashbacks in dreams. Those parts of your brain do not have the benefit of the control of the main hormone center of your brain {which is also your hippo-campus}, so when strange information comes in, they are confused. Your brain sorts things, gauges reactions. A gift makes you happy, unless it's a fruitcake or an ugly sweater, in which case you are disappointed. However, some experiences cannot be sorted, and as a result of which, your mind plays them back, over and over again until it can understand them well enough to figure out a response. There are centers of your brain that communicate this through your subconscious, and these are known as somatic memories, or memories stored by your body's experiences as opposed to your mind's. The information in somatic memories is responsible for psychical experiences in your dreams.
So, basically, some part of your brain has some memory of stomach pain and for some weird reason is trying to sort that out NOW out of all times, or you're just getting stomach pains in your sleep and your subconscious brain is just interpreting them strangely.
And this has been an exceedingly long, useless comment.