Sleepy Memories (Dream Thread)

[Metapher]

You Swedes have a very close relationship with your animals, huh?

It does amaze me that people seem so very jealous about it

[digitalartery]

that sounds decidedly like something that would be more up my brain alley....possibly graham's.

i assumed all of your dreams revolved around sluts of one flavor or another. 

  If only. I think that dream was just the result of my self deprecating attitude finding its way into my dreams. Most of the time they're just the typical weirdness and nonsensical crap. Wouldn't mind if some alternating flavored sluts would show up from time to time. 

[nom_de_plume]

i only have short flashes of pieces of the dream/s...but here they are:

a woman who was part preying mantis....i just remember her thighs very clearly...her insect like "arm" rubbing up her more human thigh in a sexual way....as if to entice me..

a street gang that i was in ala Suburbia (duh) & a bunch of us running from someone..cops maybe? but not like cops, more like gangsters or something.

woke up with "Goin back to Cali" stuck in my head. it's still there. word.

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdizL4on-Rc&rel=1" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/v/FdizL4on-Rc&rel=1</a>

"her bikini..small......heels..tall........she said, she liked, the ocean.."

[Funeral Laugh]

"her bikini..small......heels..tall........she said, she liked, the ocean.."

I don't think so.  There is something heavily fucked in your head, to think that you are stylin', profilin', growlin', smilin', prancin', grindin' grinnin', and romancin'.  Those nappy dreads are a bit too tight, sugar britches.

[nom_de_plume]

I don't think so.  There is something heavily fucked in your head, to think that you are stylin', profilin', growlin', smilin', prancin', grindin' grinnin', and romancin'.  Those nappy dreads are a bit too tight, sugar britches.

it was a DREAM! go ahead & act like you werent rockin a turtleneck & a kango back in the day.
wow. my brain just exploded from picturing that.
(btw, i'm soooo happy you have a new little smiley....it fits you like oj's glove before he washed it)
(( i mean OJ SIMPSON, not the cute little guy who just got hitched ))
                     

[Orion Jeriko]

it was a DREAM! go ahead & act like you werent rockin a turtleneck & a kango back in the day.
wow. my brain just exploded from picturing that.
(btw, i'm soooo happy you have a new little smiley....it fits you like oj's glove before he washed it)
(( i mean OJ SIMPSON, not the cute little guy who just got hitched ))
                     

I'll admit the reference went right to my head there before I read the next line. "How in the fuck am I associated with gloves with this broad now?!?"

[death2u]

I have very vivid dreams which I usually remember. Today I was typing on my computer at work and for some reason thought to look at my hand. After doing that, I remembered the dream I had last night.

For some reason, I had to have these little black splinter things put into the tips of my fingers. After they were in for a time, the doctor was cutting my fingers open with a scalpel and removing the little black things. After all of them were out, I noticed that one was still in my finger, and sort of coming out of the skin a little bit. I called the doctor and asked if I could pull it out, but she said no I needed to come in. So, after going back to the hospital, she used tweezers and yanked at the little black thing coming from my finger. After giving it a huge tug, it felt like my entire body was being pulled inside out. It was a vein and not whatever they had previously put into my fingers. Because of that, they stuffed the vein in as far as they could, then gave me some hand cream to rub on my finger to grow extra skin to cover the vein up. After looking at my hand today and remembering the dream, I had the same sensation run through my body that happened the first time during the dream.

Most of my most horrifying dreams are of Shadi. Since we started dating almost 6 years ago, I've had super horrible dreams about his cheating on me or leaving me. I wake up usually crying or really upset.

Other dreams include people doing stupid things and dying and I'm left with a horrible visual of what is left of their bodies...

I'll post more as they come to me if they are any good.

[Funeral Laugh]

Most of my most horrifying dreams are of Shadi. Since we started dating almost 6 years ago, I've had super horrible dreams about his cheating on me or leaving me. I wake up usually crying or really upset.

*shiver*
I despise these type of dreams.  I usually awaken upset.  I remember having a dream of someone I totally dug, and they were retaliating in some fucked-up way, always wanting to hurt me emotionally, by shacking up with Rutger Hauer.  Gawd, she pissed me off, even though she never would have, but it was that feeling that MAYBE she is emotionally cheating on me.

yeah, I know.  Puss.     Besides, I think it was a jealousy thing.  He looked pretty damn awesome in his Blade Runner gear in the dream. 

[Mrs Spooky]

I had a dream that i plucked out all my eyebrows because i was having a panic attack....

[Skitliv]

I had a dream set in the desert. The wild, wild west I assume. There were large mountains around a dusty field and a bell tower made from pine wood. There were people shooting arrows from the cliffs, I was running with my girl away from their fire, but we got split up. I hid in a small crevice in the side of a mountain, hundreds of arrows shot past me. An archer caught my attention across the field, aiming straight for me, he shot and missed by inches. I knew I couldn't stay there long. I saw my girl run across the field out of hiding. She got grotesquely skewered by twenty arrows and collapsed to the ground. A few more arrows shot for me, I couldn't stay any longer, I waited for the right time and I ran to the bell tower, climbing up the structure as arrows narrowly missed me. I made it to the top, there was a small messy room below the bell, I hid in there. I realised there were two bell towers next to each other, separated by a three meter gap. An old woman appeared and asked me to save her baby from the other tower. There was a plank of wood bridging the gap, I had to climb across it. The dream suddenly skipped ahead in time. I've made home in the second tower and the archers have died down. The baby I saved slowly climbs in through the tower window, he has a dolls head and is made up of a mixture of the parts of other children's toys, he has a little bow and arrow and he is only ten inches tall. He moved in claymation style, a sick creature as if it could be from the mind of Jan Svankmajer. His mother became infuriated with him and hammered him to the wall. I thought it was wrong to treat a child that way, but then I awoke.

[nom_de_plume]

I had a dream set in the desert. The wild, wild west I assume. There were large mountains around a dusty field and a bell tower made from pine wood. There were people shooting arrows from the cliffs, I was running with my girl away from their fire, but we got split up. I hid in a small crevice in the side of a mountain, hundreds of arrows shot past me. An archer caught my attention across the field, aiming straight for me, he shot and missed by inches. I knew I couldn't stay there long. I saw my girl run across the field out of hiding. She got grotesquely skewered by twenty arrows and collapsed to the ground. A few more arrows shot for me, I couldn't stay any longer, I waited for the right time and I ran to the bell tower, climbing up the structure as arrows narrowly missed me. I made it to the top, there was a small messy room below the bell, I hid in there. I realised there were two bell towers next to each other, separated by a three meter gap. An old woman appeared and asked me to save her baby from the other tower. There was a plank of wood bridging the gap, I had to climb across it. The dream suddenly skipped ahead in time. I've made home in the second tower and the archers have died down. The baby I saved slowly climbs in through the tower window, he has a dolls head and is made up of a mixture of the parts of other children's toys, he has a little bow and arrow and he is only ten inches tall. He moved in claymation style, a sick creature as if it could be from the mind of Jan Svankmajer. His mother became infuriated with him and hammered him to the wall. I thought it was wrong to treat a child that way, but then I awoke.

that's awesome.

[nom_de_plume]

last night:

i was buying ice cream in punk rock & murder flavors/designs. i had a cup of deep dark blue that was topped w/ candied bloody axes. i was buying luke a to-go cup of coconut laced with poison. their was poison used to airbrush lace all around it & it was topped with a skull & crossbones.
cut to:
i'm in the grocery with some really hot foreign chick. i'm talking about ebay & i use the word "euros"...she laughs & comments how americans always mispronounce everything. she then says the word "correctly" only it's a totally different word & sounds decidedly slovak.
cut to:
the guy i bought the ice cream from was making a movie...he had a gf/wife & he was telling her how he could sell the maps he had of a root that grows in the jungle to some big corporation...he had to take them there to prove that the maps were on the up & up & she started screaming at the sky because she knew he would never return from the trip.
cut to:
the guy is talking to a guide in his bedroom about how he needs a dr. but can't get one. he's starting to turn into a root himself & his face & body is becoming more & more contorted. he opens his shirt & exposes mutated skin/root & starts to peel it from his psuedo-body. he asks the guide to trim some off to help end his unquenchable thirst.

then i woke up.

[MR8LEGS]

Dreamt I soiled my pants at a pool party outside of our luxurious new loft - the roomie and i's. Everyone saw this and started rioting towards us, so we up and left inside to domestic sanctuary. Decided to move far, far away. I didn't want to because my family lived in the city / state / vicinity. Fuck... tired. Fast forward ---> young and black gay twins were in the place with me while the roomie worked. Gangsters came in and start interrogating me. I forget what about. Then I hear that the twins are discovered. They are pretty scared and shot execution / point blank-style. Somehow I manage to get a gun and shoot the main boss fellow. I jump out a window. Should have died, but managed to crawl into this... doorway which lead to nowhere. It was like a two-part window that opened outward from the building next door I'd fallen next to. Bah... forward again. Boss man comes back as a zombie and occupies the place I once lived in. He skinned our cat and made it into a coat for his little dog. The head / eyes and everything were still intact. Creepy-looking and quite disturbing. It's been too long for me to recall every detail, let alone main ideas. Fin

[Razor88]

I dreamt somebody broke into the house (well, walked through the front door) as I was getting things ready for some sort of trip. Managed to grab my shotgun (had the bayonet attached, go figure). The dude had this pimp-tight combat shotgun levelled right at me. managed to knock it away as he fired and I sunk the bayonet deep into his gut and pulled the trigger. One dead motherfucker. Flash to outside, at night. Still loading things for the trip into the car when the police rolled all up on me and rushed me. There were like 30 of them and I was just tossing them around like ragdolls. Couldn't figure out why they were messing with me since I was on "their side"

Awaken.

[Funeral Laugh]

I got a random message from a forum I used to frequent years ago but haven't been back since 2006.  I nosed around and noticed my blog was still up there.  Thought I would post this since it was interesting.

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10 March 2006

It is not uncommon for me to have nightmares. Hell... in fact, it's the only type I have. But, only on rare rare occasions have I ever been shakend-up (such a word?) by one.

This one did.

The one's that do tend to always have children involved. This one is very minor in comparison to what I have dreamed before, yet it troubled me intensely.

I went to bed at 11:15PM last night. No horror films, nothing out of the ordinary, no nighttime snacks, not feverish or ill... just a plain-jane day. I wake up at 2:15AM, paralyzed.

Here I have written, upon waking, what I can best remember. The start of the dream that I have left out was more of the journey throughout the neighborhood and the dark seedy corners that laid within. Though I cannot remember it now since I am at work and it's been 7 hours since the episode, I'm sure it was intense too to be able to freak me like this. I started the entry at the most critical part of the dream so I wouldn't forget it while trying to remember about the journey to that point. It was quick typing so much may not make sense. I only edited the swear words, but left the graphic situations. I emailed this to myself so I could post it here when I got to work.

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the neighborhood im at is very urban, ghetto, dark and grey. i walk with others, friends or family maybe? they look familiar.

we're on a search for a guy. he may have a child. i believe a child of one of the women I walk with. she's always by my side. i think we are together romantically.

we enter an apartment house and enter a room with other people. i have a sense i should know the family in the living room, but i think i am only polite cuz they are friends or family of the girl that is missing the child. the apartment smells very musky and old. damp. we're there because supposedly the women there has information. she, too, has a very young baby.

in the bathroom, the woman is quite beautiful in an average sense. she is in the tub with a sheer long shirt, soaking wet, holding a baby under its arms who is covered in sh*t. it's caked all over the baby, thick around the eyes and dripping off its fingers. the woman i'm with hand ladles water over its fingers. the sh*t doesnt come off. i'm sickened because sh*t is gunked over one of the eyes, but no one bothers to clean off the baby's face. I begin to wander my vision over to the woman's wet breasts that i can see through the shirt, and her **** that is showing from the clear-as-day water. i feel less sick, yet overwhelmed. why was she in a shirt, in the tub, with the sh*t-covered baby if she wasn't cleaning it?

the woman tells us about how the baby got sh*t on her. i couldn't pay attention because everything seemed too much to me. i felt weird. i felt like an answer we were looking for was here or that i had been here before. i tried to not look at her because her beautiful averageness was distracting me. i had to look around and remember things... remember the dream and compare it to real life. i had to know if this was a dream. i do it with all nightmares... i had to distinguish what was real and what was manifested. i had to remember how things are set. something bad was going to happen and i had to rush to a judgement on whether i can actually be hurt or if i could wake myself up. the woman in the tub told me that everything will be fine. to relax. that fear is what feeds the frenzied mind of the misunderstood. but she wasnt talking to me. she was speaking to both me and the girl, while staring at the sh*t covered baby.

she stands in the tub to get out, cradling the baby. i watch as she and the girl im with walk out of the small bathroom. the tub women looks at me seductively over her shoulder as she leaves. i turn around to look at the water in the tub. it's filthy with sh*t. yellow, thick, and lumpy. i turn to look around the bathroom looking for some type of reasoning. the woman is in there again, prepping herself in front of the mirror. she talks to me, flirting, alluring. she speaks but my ears dont really listen. her words swim in my head as if i was trying to crack a code. this woman. she's too beautiful. she seems falsely concerned to me. i feel intensely uneasy.

the girl i came with tells me someone wants to talk to me. the woman in the bathroom goes to the bathtub and leans over it, talking, and begins to peel away her damp shirt. her back looks kinda bruised, wilted? like bedsores or something. varicose veins. something that is seen on dead bodies where the blood settles in the body. I walk out, not taking my eyes off her. when her image left my vision, i turned around to stare at the family in the living room. i know these people, but dont know from where. everyone that i came with and the family watch tv holding their children while sitting on the floor. the tv has sounds of what seems to be a children's show, but the screen only flickered white. goosebumps. the girl i came with cups my tailbone and tells me that we must go. the goosebumps grow.

i told her something's wrong, this is the sign, we're not supposed to be here. my breathing deepens and quickens. the people in the room... their characters were different. they looked mongoloid...deformed. deep brow ridges, sunken cheeks, blackend eyessockets with pale whitish ambient eyes, mouths agape. the dream camera is uneasy as it catches their expressions from the glow of the tv, and the mind camera swivels over to me where i look queasy. i walk backwards staring at the family. from the bathroom i hear both a man's gruff mean voice and the woman we met. the girl i came with was saying her goodbyes to the family and the people we came with. out of the bathroom where the voices continued, the woman... now a rough looking man, lurks out saying something like "the children sleep in the white of the mind... and you must too." the girl i was with shrieks and takes a mad dash to me and the front door. it's locked. we both fumble for the keys that are in the locks and they are hard to turn. we unlock one. i turn to look at the man/woman. it's in the living room. i run for the bathroom for remembrance... to remember this particular room because it had some answer, and i look in the tub. near the drain/faucet the baby floats, bloated and covered in sh*t. on the opposite side is the skin of the beautiful woman. it moves and the flesh around where the the lips used to be seem to say something. the baby turns its head to look at me as it bobs around in the tub. its swollen lips mouth "momma". the man/women looks at me from the living room, deranged. his stubbled beard dripping with sh*t. "you too, white mind" he kept repeating along with something else... just repeatedly speaking and scolding the apartment. i pushed myself out of the bathroom. he frantically screamed an unearthly screech and flailed its arms. i reached the door where the girl was still at and i got the last key and latch undone and opened the door. behind us, the now pale tall man stretched forward, his woman-breast can be seen through the sheer damp shirt. the girl, beside me, turned into a bloated screaming dead body. i stared down the corridor to begin to run, but everything flashes to a blinding white. the screams of the girl and the man/woman continued for a brief moment till i only heard a gurgle and heavy panting.

i wake up paralyzed. i cant breathe. am i here? where's kittie? please move kitty... tell me no one's here. i feel something's to occur in a bathroom. who was this woman and the girl i was with? who was the gruffy tall guy?  i know him.  i swear i know him.

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I think I figured out the bathroom. It appeared to be the bathroom I had at my last apartment in Indiana, only REVERSED, like most rooms I have dreams about.

But, for the bizarreness involving these people, I still don't know.

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The Tall Pale Man has become a reoccurring character in my nightmares.  I think I mentioned a dream to Graham that last had Him in it, involving the same damn neighborhood (my neighborhoods are usually city-sized warehouses), group of people, but instead of one woman there were a few and they all turned into minions of the Tall Man in the bathroom with the tub of yellow shit.  In that dream, He wore black near the end of the dream, displaying a strong contrast in the dark atmosphere with his paleness and gaunt nature.