This was an odd dream which left me with the feeling that it meant something, but I don't know what that is yet.
I was in a shelter specifically for battered Muslim wives which was run by a group of women. The name of the organisation was Riot. There were three women who worked in the centre; a slim brunette, a slightly chubby brunette and a slim, mousey haired woman. The last of the three women was the reason I was there (I'll get to the other reason in a bit). They were attending to a battered wife at the time, but I didn't pay much attention to her.
A bit later on, the shelter was closing for the evening. By this point I seemed to be the only person in the building. I stepped outside and it was dark. I also discovered that this shelter was situated in the middle of a park. There was a weird purple light emanating from behind some tall trees several feet in front of me, and I could see a shadowy figure on the ground by the trees. I wanted to take a picture, but something told me to get inside and close everything up. I also sensed that something strange was about to happen.
I went inside, activated the automated shutters which covered the windows. There were also a secondary set of glass screens from inside the shelter. These screens were pulled over the front of the windows and secured by a Yale lock. I had forgotten to lock some of the screens and just as the shutters were coming down (they were quite slow), I spotted some strange humanoid creatures trying to get in from the outside. One of them was pale and looked like a woman with no face. Another was a hunched, brown creature that growled. I recognised this second creature as the thing I had seen by the trees earlier.
I managed to shoo them away and secure the shelter without any further incident. It turned out that I actually lived in this building too, and after turning off the lights, I went downstairs into the basement.
Downstairs, I met the other women from earlier and a few others, but I'm not sure if they lived there or not. Everyone was sitting around in what looked like some sort of common room, drinking tea and chatting. There was also a door in this common room which lead to an underground passage which linked to another building. Someone opened the door and a big built built guy stepped out. He was a bouncer who was also affiliated with this woman's shelter.
So in summary, we were all part of an organisation that helped battered Muslim wives in particular (not sure why they were specifically Muslim women) and we used buildings connected by secret underground tunnels. There also appeared to be creepy demon-like creatures running around outside during the night.
As before, this dream left me with the impression that it meant something, but I don't know what. It seems very random and not really connected to anything I can think of, but if anything comes to me, I'll post an update.
Saturday, 20 December 2014
Monday, 6 October 2014
Halloween came early...
Yup. There it is again.
If you've been following this, you know I've had a number of dreams about being in some alien or otherworldly land, not knowing where I am, and being given strange looks whenever I ask. These dreams usually begin with me floating or flying to this unknown place, finally landing, then walking around, attempting to get my bearings and trying to talk to people who are not very responsive or helpful.
This dream followed that theme yet again. It began with me in a room with 4 other people. We were talking about a woman we all knew. Suddenly, I took off and floated out of the window, and behind me, I heard one of the group say "There he goes, he's off again!" as though I did this sort of thing regularly.
Anyway, I flew through the window, some music started playing and I then found myself in a new land. As with previous versions of this dream, the window acted as a portal to this alien place.
Again, as before, I found myself wandering the streets, looking at shop and road signs for anything familiar. I didn't recognise the language or the people, and a voice in my head constantly spoke in a strange, unknown language. I approached a man and asked him where I was, and he actually responded in English, saying "You must be drunk, mate!" and carried on walking. He was the only person who spoke a language I understood.
I continued walking and found myself in what looked like a tourist gift shop. I picked up some of the tat looking for clues, but nothing really leaped out at me. I walked all the way to the back of the shop and even considered trying to steal something, but only for attention.
Now, as I left the shop, things started to get really strange. The people were no longer people. Their faces and forms became grotesque and creepy looking. A couple walked past me, and their heads looked like peeled pumpkins with human eyes, bared teeth (as you might see on a skeleton) and blood red lips. Everyone around me now looked like this too. I saw one other man pull out a large chunk of his skull and casually inspect it. In spite of this, I was not at all scared, I accepted the situation for what it was. I speculated as to whether they really looked this way all along, and I wasn't able to see it before for some unknown reason.
I carried on walking until I came to what looked like an archway. To the side of the archway was a creature that looked like a giant eyeball that'd been stretched and elongated vertically. The tip of this eyeball creature protruded outward at an angle, moving and tracking people that walked past it.
At this point, I looked up and saw a group of normal looking people sitting in what what looked like some sort of balcony above the archway itself. They were playing music on an unknown instrument that was made of long, vertical tubes that were hit with spoon-like implements. This created a hollow, ringing sound.
The music kept on playing as I woke up.
If you've been following this, you know I've had a number of dreams about being in some alien or otherworldly land, not knowing where I am, and being given strange looks whenever I ask. These dreams usually begin with me floating or flying to this unknown place, finally landing, then walking around, attempting to get my bearings and trying to talk to people who are not very responsive or helpful.
This dream followed that theme yet again. It began with me in a room with 4 other people. We were talking about a woman we all knew. Suddenly, I took off and floated out of the window, and behind me, I heard one of the group say "There he goes, he's off again!" as though I did this sort of thing regularly.
Anyway, I flew through the window, some music started playing and I then found myself in a new land. As with previous versions of this dream, the window acted as a portal to this alien place.
Again, as before, I found myself wandering the streets, looking at shop and road signs for anything familiar. I didn't recognise the language or the people, and a voice in my head constantly spoke in a strange, unknown language. I approached a man and asked him where I was, and he actually responded in English, saying "You must be drunk, mate!" and carried on walking. He was the only person who spoke a language I understood.
I continued walking and found myself in what looked like a tourist gift shop. I picked up some of the tat looking for clues, but nothing really leaped out at me. I walked all the way to the back of the shop and even considered trying to steal something, but only for attention.
Now, as I left the shop, things started to get really strange. The people were no longer people. Their faces and forms became grotesque and creepy looking. A couple walked past me, and their heads looked like peeled pumpkins with human eyes, bared teeth (as you might see on a skeleton) and blood red lips. Everyone around me now looked like this too. I saw one other man pull out a large chunk of his skull and casually inspect it. In spite of this, I was not at all scared, I accepted the situation for what it was. I speculated as to whether they really looked this way all along, and I wasn't able to see it before for some unknown reason.
I carried on walking until I came to what looked like an archway. To the side of the archway was a creature that looked like a giant eyeball that'd been stretched and elongated vertically. The tip of this eyeball creature protruded outward at an angle, moving and tracking people that walked past it.
At this point, I looked up and saw a group of normal looking people sitting in what what looked like some sort of balcony above the archway itself. They were playing music on an unknown instrument that was made of long, vertical tubes that were hit with spoon-like implements. This created a hollow, ringing sound.
The music kept on playing as I woke up.
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
Healing...
This was a very special dream, and one that came to me at what would be an otherwise sad time.
As of yesterday, the woman I have dated for the last five years and I parted ways. The schism really started to happen about two weeks ago and was largely caused by irreconcilable differences regarding religious belief. In short, she is and a Christian (albeit a very lax one during our time together), and I am not. Once upon a time, I shared her beliefs, but "lost my faith" (with some irony), whilst trying to strengthen those beliefs, which lead me to lots of reading and research into the bible, the history of it's creation, the history of Christianity itself and a detailed analysis of some of its more supernatural claims. In doing so, I looked at "both sides o the story" (that is, arguments from detractors as well as apologists), but in the end, I was left with no other conclusion that Christianity was entirely man made. I saw the man behind the curtain, and could no longer believe there was a Wizard.
This tension was always in the background of our relationship, the proverbial elephant in the room that we both ignored. Occasionally, the issue surfaced, but it always went away again. However, very recently, just before planning to move in together it came up again, and for the last time, and it finally drove us apart.
The day before this dream, we had been texting each other for the last time, and it was clear by this point that it was completely over. Of course, I am very disappointed, but I also had other issues with her that are no longer factors, so on reflection, and with all sentimentality stripped, it was probably for the best. In the back of my mind, there were things about her that made me uncertain and made me feel that she wasn't the person I thought she was. If you've read any of my previous dreams concerning her, it would seem as though my own subconscious was also telling me this.
In last night's dream, I had joined some sort of influential secret society. The leader of this society was a man called "Leo" (sometimes "Hugo"). Leo was a man in his late sixties. He looked a bit like Alan Sugar, as well as a late friend of mine who passed away two years ago.
Being part of this exclusive club opened doors and got things done. At one point in the dream, I had to move into a hostel for some reason. The hostel gave me a room, but did not keep an eye on my stuff. Consequently, I returned later on in the day (bearing in mind that time is malleable in dreams) to find some of my stuff missing. I asked one of the staff about it, but he was unsympathetic and indifferent. That was until I told his boss that I knew Leo. At that point, they made sure my missing possessions were found.
Leo then arranged for me to move into the organisation's headquarters, which was a large mansion with many rooms. Leo and the others were kind and helpful, and it felt good knowing I had this "family" looking out for me. Once I had moved in, I was told that I had to undertake an initiation ceremony, which was standard procedure for all new members. It was called something like a "memory ceremony", which entailed consuming hallucinogenics and having a threesome with two beautiful women. Or at least that's how it was presented to me at first.
I was taken to the room and introduced to the women who were to induct me. Then, the phone on the wall rang and one of the women answered. She was then offered a chance to make some easy money by temporarily injecting herself with pneumonia using a syringe device mounted on the wall (apparently, this was something the society also did, but I didn't understand the specifics). The woman who answered the phone decided to go with this plan and injected herself, at which point she became too ill to participate. I went downstairs to tell Leo who picked out another woman from his "harem". I went with her back to the room, at which point I saw there was another man with the second woman (the one who did not give herself pneumonia). I was then told something that had been conveniently left out before: that part of the ceremony was to explore sexual experience with both genders. In other words, I was expected to have sex with a man too. I was not at all keen on this, and when this man looked at me, licking his lips and said "Don't worry, I'll be gentle", I was even less keen.
I backed out of the room and down the corridor. I knew that if I didn't participate, I would probably be killed, so I went into an empty room and jumped out of the window. It was several floors up, but I floated gently to the ground.
I found myself outside the lobby at the front of the house, and knew that I would not be safe wherever I went, as the society would find and kill me, but I didn't know what else to do. There were lots of people milling about at the front of the house, but the one that stood out was a striking black woman in a long white and red flowing dress. She had a shaved head (think Laura Mvula pre-wig) and big, beautiful eyes. I knew she was somehow different from everyone else there. She walked straight over to me and spoke in a voice that was deep, yet feminine, and had a soothing, silken quality to it. Her voice calmed my fears.
She said "You don't belong here."
"I know." I replied.
"What is it you want?"
"I want to escape this world."
At this point, we were standing face to face, and she gently put her hands to my cheeks and looked into my eyes. Her pupils were deep, black and shiny, and as I looked into them, a third eye appeared on her forehead. In this third eye, I could see swirling galaxies and stars.
Suddenly, Leo's henchmen appeared behind us, armed with guns, clubs and bats. They'd been sent to find me. I saw them and panicked.
"It's OK," the woman reassured me "They can't see you. They only see me".
I somehow knew that her touch rendered me invisible to the thugs. As I continued looking into her eyes, she started singing a song. Her voice was dulcet and smooth, and the song so beautiful and otherworldly, it almost brings a tear to my eye as I recall it. As she sang, my body became lighter and I felt myself being drawn into cosmos within her third eye. The dream ended as I disappeared to the safety of this other world, and I woke up with an immense feeling of peace.
Although I cannot recall any of the words, I made a point of remembering the melody. I intend to learn this song and add my own words. I believe this song was given to me, and this mysterious woman, a spirit entity sent to help me when I needed it most.
In a strange way, this dream has helped me cope with what has happened, assuring me that somehow, everything is going to be alright.
As of yesterday, the woman I have dated for the last five years and I parted ways. The schism really started to happen about two weeks ago and was largely caused by irreconcilable differences regarding religious belief. In short, she is and a Christian (albeit a very lax one during our time together), and I am not. Once upon a time, I shared her beliefs, but "lost my faith" (with some irony), whilst trying to strengthen those beliefs, which lead me to lots of reading and research into the bible, the history of it's creation, the history of Christianity itself and a detailed analysis of some of its more supernatural claims. In doing so, I looked at "both sides o the story" (that is, arguments from detractors as well as apologists), but in the end, I was left with no other conclusion that Christianity was entirely man made. I saw the man behind the curtain, and could no longer believe there was a Wizard.
This tension was always in the background of our relationship, the proverbial elephant in the room that we both ignored. Occasionally, the issue surfaced, but it always went away again. However, very recently, just before planning to move in together it came up again, and for the last time, and it finally drove us apart.
The day before this dream, we had been texting each other for the last time, and it was clear by this point that it was completely over. Of course, I am very disappointed, but I also had other issues with her that are no longer factors, so on reflection, and with all sentimentality stripped, it was probably for the best. In the back of my mind, there were things about her that made me uncertain and made me feel that she wasn't the person I thought she was. If you've read any of my previous dreams concerning her, it would seem as though my own subconscious was also telling me this.
In last night's dream, I had joined some sort of influential secret society. The leader of this society was a man called "Leo" (sometimes "Hugo"). Leo was a man in his late sixties. He looked a bit like Alan Sugar, as well as a late friend of mine who passed away two years ago.
Being part of this exclusive club opened doors and got things done. At one point in the dream, I had to move into a hostel for some reason. The hostel gave me a room, but did not keep an eye on my stuff. Consequently, I returned later on in the day (bearing in mind that time is malleable in dreams) to find some of my stuff missing. I asked one of the staff about it, but he was unsympathetic and indifferent. That was until I told his boss that I knew Leo. At that point, they made sure my missing possessions were found.
Leo then arranged for me to move into the organisation's headquarters, which was a large mansion with many rooms. Leo and the others were kind and helpful, and it felt good knowing I had this "family" looking out for me. Once I had moved in, I was told that I had to undertake an initiation ceremony, which was standard procedure for all new members. It was called something like a "memory ceremony", which entailed consuming hallucinogenics and having a threesome with two beautiful women. Or at least that's how it was presented to me at first.
I was taken to the room and introduced to the women who were to induct me. Then, the phone on the wall rang and one of the women answered. She was then offered a chance to make some easy money by temporarily injecting herself with pneumonia using a syringe device mounted on the wall (apparently, this was something the society also did, but I didn't understand the specifics). The woman who answered the phone decided to go with this plan and injected herself, at which point she became too ill to participate. I went downstairs to tell Leo who picked out another woman from his "harem". I went with her back to the room, at which point I saw there was another man with the second woman (the one who did not give herself pneumonia). I was then told something that had been conveniently left out before: that part of the ceremony was to explore sexual experience with both genders. In other words, I was expected to have sex with a man too. I was not at all keen on this, and when this man looked at me, licking his lips and said "Don't worry, I'll be gentle", I was even less keen.
I backed out of the room and down the corridor. I knew that if I didn't participate, I would probably be killed, so I went into an empty room and jumped out of the window. It was several floors up, but I floated gently to the ground.
I found myself outside the lobby at the front of the house, and knew that I would not be safe wherever I went, as the society would find and kill me, but I didn't know what else to do. There were lots of people milling about at the front of the house, but the one that stood out was a striking black woman in a long white and red flowing dress. She had a shaved head (think Laura Mvula pre-wig) and big, beautiful eyes. I knew she was somehow different from everyone else there. She walked straight over to me and spoke in a voice that was deep, yet feminine, and had a soothing, silken quality to it. Her voice calmed my fears.
She said "You don't belong here."
"I know." I replied.
"What is it you want?"
"I want to escape this world."
At this point, we were standing face to face, and she gently put her hands to my cheeks and looked into my eyes. Her pupils were deep, black and shiny, and as I looked into them, a third eye appeared on her forehead. In this third eye, I could see swirling galaxies and stars.
Suddenly, Leo's henchmen appeared behind us, armed with guns, clubs and bats. They'd been sent to find me. I saw them and panicked.
"It's OK," the woman reassured me "They can't see you. They only see me".
I somehow knew that her touch rendered me invisible to the thugs. As I continued looking into her eyes, she started singing a song. Her voice was dulcet and smooth, and the song so beautiful and otherworldly, it almost brings a tear to my eye as I recall it. As she sang, my body became lighter and I felt myself being drawn into cosmos within her third eye. The dream ended as I disappeared to the safety of this other world, and I woke up with an immense feeling of peace.
Although I cannot recall any of the words, I made a point of remembering the melody. I intend to learn this song and add my own words. I believe this song was given to me, and this mysterious woman, a spirit entity sent to help me when I needed it most.
In a strange way, this dream has helped me cope with what has happened, assuring me that somehow, everything is going to be alright.
Thursday, 28 August 2014
The Safe
To give a bit of background, I am an IT field engineer, which means I am sent to different customer sites all around to country to install systems and fix IT problems.
In this dream, I was visiting the site of our of our customers, only the boss was actually the boss from a completely different customer. (Dream logic FTW!)
Anyway, I arrived at this site, not knowing what I was supposed to be doing. I asked said boss, who answered by telling me "We need you to get something from The Safe". His delivery was ominous.
I responded by saying I didn't know they had a safe and didn't know where it was. He just handed me a long keychain covered in keys and said "You'll figure it out" before turning back to his duties.
I spent a few minutes trying to find this safe, but wasn't able to before the dream switched and morphed into something else.
This is the first work dream I've had since doing my current job.
In this dream, I was visiting the site of our of our customers, only the boss was actually the boss from a completely different customer. (Dream logic FTW!)
Anyway, I arrived at this site, not knowing what I was supposed to be doing. I asked said boss, who answered by telling me "We need you to get something from The Safe". His delivery was ominous.
I responded by saying I didn't know they had a safe and didn't know where it was. He just handed me a long keychain covered in keys and said "You'll figure it out" before turning back to his duties.
I spent a few minutes trying to find this safe, but wasn't able to before the dream switched and morphed into something else.
This is the first work dream I've had since doing my current job.
Friday, 6 June 2014
More aliens... and the search for a long forgotten dead man
So, I had two dreams this morning. The first, as you may have guessed involved aliens again.
This time, I was in a house and had just been introduced to some alien visitors. There were around 7 of them in total, male and female.
These aliens looked humanoid, but their average height was around 7 foot. They were slim and sinewy in build, with primary coloured muscles that stood out against their flesh tones. These particular aliens looked similar to caucasians, only paler, and they all had dark hair with very light blue eyes.
Anyway, these aliens were trying to integrate themselves amongst us humans and I (along with another person) was charged with trying to help out.
I recall fancying one of the female alien visitors. She was actually around 5' 4 (making her considerably short for her race) and had shoulder length curly hair. The other person with me also tried hitting on her as well. That was it.
The second dream started with me running along the middle of a road at night. As I looked behind me, I saw the road markings erase themselves as I ran along. The next thing I know, I was in a spacious primary school building looking for an old, long dead British TV presented called Harry Seacombe. I have absolutely no idea why. In fact, until I had this dream, I had completely forgotten this guy had ever once existed. Either way, for some reason, I needed to find him pretty badly.
I ran along the empty school halls, shouting his name to no avail. I eventually entered one of the classrooms which was full of office workers. I asked if they'd seen Harry, but they all ignored me and acted as though I wasn't even there.
Uh.. yeah, so that's it. Seriously random shit.
This time, I was in a house and had just been introduced to some alien visitors. There were around 7 of them in total, male and female.
These aliens looked humanoid, but their average height was around 7 foot. They were slim and sinewy in build, with primary coloured muscles that stood out against their flesh tones. These particular aliens looked similar to caucasians, only paler, and they all had dark hair with very light blue eyes.
Anyway, these aliens were trying to integrate themselves amongst us humans and I (along with another person) was charged with trying to help out.
I recall fancying one of the female alien visitors. She was actually around 5' 4 (making her considerably short for her race) and had shoulder length curly hair. The other person with me also tried hitting on her as well. That was it.
The second dream started with me running along the middle of a road at night. As I looked behind me, I saw the road markings erase themselves as I ran along. The next thing I know, I was in a spacious primary school building looking for an old, long dead British TV presented called Harry Seacombe. I have absolutely no idea why. In fact, until I had this dream, I had completely forgotten this guy had ever once existed. Either way, for some reason, I needed to find him pretty badly.
I ran along the empty school halls, shouting his name to no avail. I eventually entered one of the classrooms which was full of office workers. I asked if they'd seen Harry, but they all ignored me and acted as though I wasn't even there.
Uh.. yeah, so that's it. Seriously random shit.
Wednesday, 14 May 2014
Lost...
I was in a market with my girlfriend. There were lots of people, and I had my camera with me. However, at some point, I lost sight of her in the crowd and couldn't find her again. I ended up walking into a building to look for her, which turned out to be an old school that was now being used to teach young girls ballet.
The school building had long hallways and winding staircases and there were lots of little girls with their parents. By this point, I figured out that I had taken a wrong turning and my girlfriend was not here. However, by this point, I was also completely lost.
I walked another long, empty corridor and asked the first person I saw, a young Chinese girl (who looked around 6 years old) for directions to the nearest exit. I followed her directions, but when I went to open the door she told me about, it opened into a brick wall. Somehow, I was able to walk through the wall and on the other side was the lift that would take me to the ground floor, but then I woke up.
Last week, I went to Camden Market in London with my girlfriend, which explains the market. I also had my camera with me at the time as well (which explains that), but the rest is a mystery to me at the moment.
The school building had long hallways and winding staircases and there were lots of little girls with their parents. By this point, I figured out that I had taken a wrong turning and my girlfriend was not here. However, by this point, I was also completely lost.
I walked another long, empty corridor and asked the first person I saw, a young Chinese girl (who looked around 6 years old) for directions to the nearest exit. I followed her directions, but when I went to open the door she told me about, it opened into a brick wall. Somehow, I was able to walk through the wall and on the other side was the lift that would take me to the ground floor, but then I woke up.
Last week, I went to Camden Market in London with my girlfriend, which explains the market. I also had my camera with me at the time as well (which explains that), but the rest is a mystery to me at the moment.
Friday, 18 April 2014
A descent into madness
Not a very pleasant dream in the slightest. It started off weird, and just got more and more twisted.
From what I recall, it started with me having an argument with someone I used to work with as we worked together on trying to build a computer. The dream then switched to me and another person on what appeared to be some kind of cruise ship. We were looking out on the evening sea as night fell. I then spotted what I thought was a dead body of a fat, naked man in his 50s floating on the water, and went to take a picture with my phone. The man then started kicking, so I realised he was just a nude swimmer.
The person I was with spotted another naked swimmer, but remarked that the he looked as though he had a broken neck. The dream switched again, and this time, I was with the same person in a large field. Again, night was falling and I was taking pictures of the scenery with my phone. I then saw a shadowy figure running in the near distance and told the guy with me that we needed to leave because things were getting weird. I turned around to see him running off, and noticed a few other shadowy figures running about, so by this point, I really wanted out. The figures were the size of small children (say around 7 or 8), but moved too quickly to be human.
I started after the other guy, calling his name (which was Dennis), but he didn't stop for me or turn back. I followed him only to realise the part of the field he'd run into got more and more dense. At this point, it occurred to me that the strange shadow figures may have got him. I then decided to turn and run the other way, to what looked like the exit to the the field. There was a clear path lined with trees on either side, and as I ran along the path, it started to get lighter. It wasn't long before I was out of the field altogether and started to see people in the distance, dotted along the path. One of the people was a man on a bicycle riding in the direction from which I had just come. I shouted at him, telling him to turn back, but he refused to listen to me.
I kept on running because even though I was out of the park, I still didn't feel I was clear of the danger. In fact, it felt as if what was in that park was slowly creeping outwards. The random people along the pathway looked at me strangely. I tried talking to a a young black girl with strange piercing blue eyes. I wanted to warn her about what was coming, but she gave me the short shrift. I continued running and made it into a building. There were more people inside, but the pale blue walls gave me an uneasy feeling as they reminded me of the asylum in dream #4 here. I was about to run down a set of stairs that appeared to lead to some kind of basement, but decided against it. I ran through the building, hearing crying and whimpering, I saw a bloated, gap toothed man in his 60s covered in a rash. He looked heavily medicated. Next to him was a doctor who was beating on another "patient". The last thing I saw before waking was a thin teenaged girl who'd just emerged from the toilet, having had someone put her head in the bowl and flush it in an attempt to drown her.
I woke up thinking "Dafuq I just dream!?"
From what I recall, it started with me having an argument with someone I used to work with as we worked together on trying to build a computer. The dream then switched to me and another person on what appeared to be some kind of cruise ship. We were looking out on the evening sea as night fell. I then spotted what I thought was a dead body of a fat, naked man in his 50s floating on the water, and went to take a picture with my phone. The man then started kicking, so I realised he was just a nude swimmer.
The person I was with spotted another naked swimmer, but remarked that the he looked as though he had a broken neck. The dream switched again, and this time, I was with the same person in a large field. Again, night was falling and I was taking pictures of the scenery with my phone. I then saw a shadowy figure running in the near distance and told the guy with me that we needed to leave because things were getting weird. I turned around to see him running off, and noticed a few other shadowy figures running about, so by this point, I really wanted out. The figures were the size of small children (say around 7 or 8), but moved too quickly to be human.
I started after the other guy, calling his name (which was Dennis), but he didn't stop for me or turn back. I followed him only to realise the part of the field he'd run into got more and more dense. At this point, it occurred to me that the strange shadow figures may have got him. I then decided to turn and run the other way, to what looked like the exit to the the field. There was a clear path lined with trees on either side, and as I ran along the path, it started to get lighter. It wasn't long before I was out of the field altogether and started to see people in the distance, dotted along the path. One of the people was a man on a bicycle riding in the direction from which I had just come. I shouted at him, telling him to turn back, but he refused to listen to me.
I kept on running because even though I was out of the park, I still didn't feel I was clear of the danger. In fact, it felt as if what was in that park was slowly creeping outwards. The random people along the pathway looked at me strangely. I tried talking to a a young black girl with strange piercing blue eyes. I wanted to warn her about what was coming, but she gave me the short shrift. I continued running and made it into a building. There were more people inside, but the pale blue walls gave me an uneasy feeling as they reminded me of the asylum in dream #4 here. I was about to run down a set of stairs that appeared to lead to some kind of basement, but decided against it. I ran through the building, hearing crying and whimpering, I saw a bloated, gap toothed man in his 60s covered in a rash. He looked heavily medicated. Next to him was a doctor who was beating on another "patient". The last thing I saw before waking was a thin teenaged girl who'd just emerged from the toilet, having had someone put her head in the bowl and flush it in an attempt to drown her.
I woke up thinking "Dafuq I just dream!?"
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Muslim Vampire Chicks II
You couldn't make this shit up.
It's been well over a month since I had a dream that I remembered, and the first one I recall literally takes off from where the last dream ended (see the previous entry).
The dream started with me being bitten by the same Muslim vampire girls in hijab attire. They were biting me all over, sucking my blood and having sex with me all at the same time. It was very bloody, but very erotic.
Once they had finished, I started to turn into a vampire, and the first thing I noticed was that my vision became tinged with sepia. One of the girls then told me that my humanity would slowly diminish until I became fully vampire, and that it what eventually happened.
For the rest of the dream, I travelled around with these girls feeding and fucking. They called me their master. I also found out they had planned to turn me into a vampire all along so I could lead them.
I honestly do not know where any of this came from. :S
It's been well over a month since I had a dream that I remembered, and the first one I recall literally takes off from where the last dream ended (see the previous entry).
The dream started with me being bitten by the same Muslim vampire girls in hijab attire. They were biting me all over, sucking my blood and having sex with me all at the same time. It was very bloody, but very erotic.
Once they had finished, I started to turn into a vampire, and the first thing I noticed was that my vision became tinged with sepia. One of the girls then told me that my humanity would slowly diminish until I became fully vampire, and that it what eventually happened.
For the rest of the dream, I travelled around with these girls feeding and fucking. They called me their master. I also found out they had planned to turn me into a vampire all along so I could lead them.
I honestly do not know where any of this came from. :S
Saturday, 22 February 2014
Muslim Vampire Chicks
OK… yeah, so this dream begins with me walking into the centre of the town where I live at nighttime. I have two wheeled suitcases with me. There appears to be a number of large screens erected around me. I stand and watch the screens for a short while then move on, heading towards a building. Just as I am doing this, the screens now display my face and announce that I am guilty of some sort of crime.
The next thing I know, I am being chased by people with guns. I run into the building, leaving my bags behind me and flee my pursers. I am able to disarm one of them and steal his gun, at which point I realise that all the people chasing me are in fact zombies. At this point, I find myself walking backwards shooting at the ever increasing mass of zombie assailants. I watch as heads from the zombies I've shot explode all around me.
It also turns out that the zombies are in fact actors and this is all some elaborate story (or perhaps a film), but I continue shooting as per the "story". The zombies by this point have taken on a variety of forms including men, women and even schoolgirls. I notice an attractive young mixed race girl of around 16 who, I am reluctant to shoot because I fancy her (yes, she is young but this is a dream). I ask her if she too is a zombie and she responds my spewing projectile vomit at me, so I shoot her.
Amidst the throng, I spot three women dressed in Muslim hijab costumes: one blue, another orange and another green. When I shoot at these women, my bullets have no effect. The dream ends as they suddenly leap at me and I discover they are vampires. They start biting me all over, their mouths and fangs red with my blood. As they do this, they write all over me. It's somehow strangely erotic and the biting doesn't hurt. In fact it feels quite sensual. I don't even try to resist. They bite me all over and I am utterly powerless to resist them, but it feels so nice. I then wake up.
I have no idea why I dreamt that. No idea whatsoever.
The next thing I know, I am being chased by people with guns. I run into the building, leaving my bags behind me and flee my pursers. I am able to disarm one of them and steal his gun, at which point I realise that all the people chasing me are in fact zombies. At this point, I find myself walking backwards shooting at the ever increasing mass of zombie assailants. I watch as heads from the zombies I've shot explode all around me.
It also turns out that the zombies are in fact actors and this is all some elaborate story (or perhaps a film), but I continue shooting as per the "story". The zombies by this point have taken on a variety of forms including men, women and even schoolgirls. I notice an attractive young mixed race girl of around 16 who, I am reluctant to shoot because I fancy her (yes, she is young but this is a dream). I ask her if she too is a zombie and she responds my spewing projectile vomit at me, so I shoot her.
Amidst the throng, I spot three women dressed in Muslim hijab costumes: one blue, another orange and another green. When I shoot at these women, my bullets have no effect. The dream ends as they suddenly leap at me and I discover they are vampires. They start biting me all over, their mouths and fangs red with my blood. As they do this, they write all over me. It's somehow strangely erotic and the biting doesn't hurt. In fact it feels quite sensual. I don't even try to resist. They bite me all over and I am utterly powerless to resist them, but it feels so nice. I then wake up.
I have no idea why I dreamt that. No idea whatsoever.
Sunday, 2 February 2014
Aliens amongst us...
Yet another dream about aliens. I know, right?
Anyway, in this dream, an alien had apparently landed on earth but had taken on a human form to blend in. The dream itself kept jumping around, but primarily took place in a block of flats. At one point, I was outside the building looking into one of the flats through the wall (I had some sort of x-ray vision). I was then inside the building, attending a party at the same flat I was just looking at from the outside. I could hear the "voice" of the alien narrating his thoughts of earth. He spoke about how we humans looked strange, that we both spoke and ate with our mouths (which seemed odd to him) and about how he was getting used to how hideous he believed we all looked. I never saw this alien, I just heard his thoughts.
At the party itself, everyone was talking about this alien as the story had made the news. I mingled amongst the guests, but suddenly needed the toilet. I was about to go, but somebody was ahead of me. Fortunately, there was a second bathroom stall next to it, so I went in there instead. I walked into the cubicle and shut the door. Someone had taped what looked like the cutting from a newspaper to one of the cubicle walls; a black and white, crumpled sheet with the face of a man in his 50s. Underneath the picture, the words 'CATNAP' had been scrawled. I didn't understand the significance of this, but I knew the man in the cutting had something to to with the alien.
Just then, there was a commotion outside and I heard people say that the alien was in the building and about to enter the flat. Everyone else was huddled in the living room, so it was just me in the toilet by myself. I heard someone say that I had to keep perfectly still to avoid being detected by the alien, and at this point, I now "knew" he was in the flat.
The last thing I heard before waking up was a loud thud like someone pounding on a door.
Anyway, in this dream, an alien had apparently landed on earth but had taken on a human form to blend in. The dream itself kept jumping around, but primarily took place in a block of flats. At one point, I was outside the building looking into one of the flats through the wall (I had some sort of x-ray vision). I was then inside the building, attending a party at the same flat I was just looking at from the outside. I could hear the "voice" of the alien narrating his thoughts of earth. He spoke about how we humans looked strange, that we both spoke and ate with our mouths (which seemed odd to him) and about how he was getting used to how hideous he believed we all looked. I never saw this alien, I just heard his thoughts.
At the party itself, everyone was talking about this alien as the story had made the news. I mingled amongst the guests, but suddenly needed the toilet. I was about to go, but somebody was ahead of me. Fortunately, there was a second bathroom stall next to it, so I went in there instead. I walked into the cubicle and shut the door. Someone had taped what looked like the cutting from a newspaper to one of the cubicle walls; a black and white, crumpled sheet with the face of a man in his 50s. Underneath the picture, the words 'CATNAP' had been scrawled. I didn't understand the significance of this, but I knew the man in the cutting had something to to with the alien.
Just then, there was a commotion outside and I heard people say that the alien was in the building and about to enter the flat. Everyone else was huddled in the living room, so it was just me in the toilet by myself. I heard someone say that I had to keep perfectly still to avoid being detected by the alien, and at this point, I now "knew" he was in the flat.
The last thing I heard before waking up was a loud thud like someone pounding on a door.
Epic
Friday 31st January
This dream almost could've been a film. It began with me in a room with 3 men who wanted to kill me for some reason. However, I ended up killing them, but realised I now needed to dispose of the bodies and escape before I was arrested. In the midst of my planning, the police showed up and apprehended me, so I rewound time back to the beginning of the dream and avoided confrontation with the men who wanted to kill me by fleeing instead.
I ran out of the apartment complex I was in and found myself on the street. The first thing I heard was a woman screaming, which was coming from the building opposite. Shortly after, I saw a man leave the same building. He had either murdered his wife or had been hitting her (I wasn't sure which). I felt compelled to help the woman, so I rewound to the start of the dream again.
This time, I avoided the men but used the gun I was now carrying to shoot the man who was hurting his wife. As I waited for him, I was joined by a friend of mine. When the man finally left his building, I shot him. Unfortunately, he was wearing a bullet proof vest, so he just stood up again and shot me. Before doing so, he told me that he know what we were doing by manipulating time and that was why he wore the vest.
As I lay there dying, my friend decided to rewind time again to bring me back to life. On the third attempt, we managed to escape the men, deal with the wifebeater and everything seemed to be OK, but there was another problem I can no longer remember, so we had to go back again. Another friend was in the dream now. She is married IRL, but in this dream, we were having an affair, which my other friend had now discovered.
The dream ended somewhere at the start of the fourth attempt. It's a shame I can't remember the details, because this dream was epic.
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