Last nights dreams were fairly interesting. I was at home, and I was looking out my back window. I saw outside a deck, and beyond that a sparse treeline. Beyond that was a River of some sort, and on the other bank wthere was more housing.
I noticed that underneith the window, where there was an air fresnher, there was now a switch. I noticed across the river that the lights turned on, and then I flipped this switch again the lights went off. There were more switches and I flipped them as well and more lights in a house across the street turned on.
I looked at at the river again and noticed a little dingy out in the water. I looked at the clock and notice it is late at night and that there wasn't enough time to go across the river. So I decided to wait until the next day to go across the river and break into what I called "The Nunnery" I went to sleep in the dream and then when I wok eup the switch was gone. I waited until the next night and the swith reappeared. Though when it got dark out I noticed a police officer outside poking around. I waited until he was gone and then went and flipped the switches to turn on the lights.
I went out to the small boat and went across the lake and got to the other shore. I did drift down river a bit more than I wanted to, but I somehhow found my way to the correct house. I noticed that there were nuns walking around and I went up to the second floor. I noticed that I was suddenly female in this dream and went up to a guy who saw me. I somehow got away from him by posing as a nun and got inside the building. I knew the nuns inside would know that I didn't belong and I made my way quickly though the building. I found myself on the mans floor sleeping area, I saw all the crosses hanging on the doors, and I entered a room so that a nun wouldn't see me. I hid in an empty bunk and one of hte nuns walked into the room when I crawled into the bed... they woke up the young man in the next bed over, and they both left. As I laied there hiding I had a flash of insight as to why I was there. I was to kill the person who ran the building. I saw myself stabbing him repeatedly. After I stabbed him, his cell phone rang. I remember thinking that "He was beat with cottentail." THere was wallpaper on the walls, I believe I was in a libary, and underneaith the wallpaper there was writing.
I don't remember anything else.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Dreams from yesterday's eve, and last night.
Yesterday eve:
I was in a car, passing over a river, with my father and eldest brother. The river was overfilled, swelling over the banks, the river into a lake. Next to the river there was a drainage runoff, with lots of water running into it.
We finally got to the lake, and there was a large stone or cemenet retaining wall, with the surf pounding against the banks the wall. You could see water bubbling up from underneith the water levels rising. The surf pounding the wall continously.
My brother was eating a cookie, and he broke off a peice and put it into a stone dog statue, and put another peice into an anthromorphic bloodhound statue, which had a leash attached.
We sat at a high wooden table with bar stools around it. My alarm went off after we sat down.
Last nights:
I was at a cabin, I remember looking at it with someone else, maybe in a past dream, looking at this cabin and other houses. I was with someone who was going to buy it. I went out onto the deck, which is overlooking a ravine, and I was looking at the town down below though a pair of high powered binoculars. The last thing I remember doing is holding onto these binoculars and jumping off the deck, thinking that they would allow me to glide down safely. I woke up after I jumped.
I was in a car, passing over a river, with my father and eldest brother. The river was overfilled, swelling over the banks, the river into a lake. Next to the river there was a drainage runoff, with lots of water running into it.
We finally got to the lake, and there was a large stone or cemenet retaining wall, with the surf pounding against the banks the wall. You could see water bubbling up from underneith the water levels rising. The surf pounding the wall continously.
My brother was eating a cookie, and he broke off a peice and put it into a stone dog statue, and put another peice into an anthromorphic bloodhound statue, which had a leash attached.
We sat at a high wooden table with bar stools around it. My alarm went off after we sat down.
Last nights:
I was at a cabin, I remember looking at it with someone else, maybe in a past dream, looking at this cabin and other houses. I was with someone who was going to buy it. I went out onto the deck, which is overlooking a ravine, and I was looking at the town down below though a pair of high powered binoculars. The last thing I remember doing is holding onto these binoculars and jumping off the deck, thinking that they would allow me to glide down safely. I woke up after I jumped.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Strange Dream
I was watching the television in my bedroom, on the screen was two different people, with a black line dividing them, on the left side was a person discussing a plan to investigate an area., behind him was a map, and it depicted an area covered in forest, with a river dividing the forest in half, this person was dressed in a space suite, and the person on the right was dressed more normally. And they were discussing the plan, but were in two separate areas. The one of the left was called Slash numerous times by the one on the right. I believe that it had to do with searching for a creature similar to Bigfoot.
From there the dream seemed to move forward to a colonial style village. I'm guessing that this is the place where the creature sightings where. The style of clothing was very similar to this.
Some of it actually reminded me of the movie The Village.
One of the few scenes I remember is the following.
I remember the group of children discussing their experiences. Eventually they decided to go somewhere and when they got back one of their number was missing. One of the boys said to the girls that it was one of the adults who was supposed to be watching them. "Maybe it was them, maybe that's why they are not here anymore."
Suddenly a voice from behind them said. Something like "What about me?" and then "Maybe I should do an Irish Jig."
He walked out to the middle of the floor of the cabin, the light from the oil lamps casting his skin an orange glow. He began to dance. I remember feeling some abject feeling of horror at seeing him dance.
I was then woken up to get ready for work.
I also remember another scene, i don't remember where it was... maybe between where the 'adult' figure shows up, and the children were talking about him still... I remember them mentioning that maybe the other child had hung himself.
All of the clothing looked homemade, homespun. It actually reminded me of what you would see Amish people wear today.
From there the dream seemed to move forward to a colonial style village. I'm guessing that this is the place where the creature sightings where. The style of clothing was very similar to this.
Some of it actually reminded me of the movie The Village.
One of the few scenes I remember is the following.
I remember the group of children discussing their experiences. Eventually they decided to go somewhere and when they got back one of their number was missing. One of the boys said to the girls that it was one of the adults who was supposed to be watching them. "Maybe it was them, maybe that's why they are not here anymore."
Suddenly a voice from behind them said. Something like "What about me?" and then "Maybe I should do an Irish Jig."
He walked out to the middle of the floor of the cabin, the light from the oil lamps casting his skin an orange glow. He began to dance. I remember feeling some abject feeling of horror at seeing him dance.
I was then woken up to get ready for work.
I also remember another scene, i don't remember where it was... maybe between where the 'adult' figure shows up, and the children were talking about him still... I remember them mentioning that maybe the other child had hung himself.
All of the clothing looked homemade, homespun. It actually reminded me of what you would see Amish people wear today.
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