BrotherM
09-17-2007, 04:30 PM
I have three reasons for writing this topic:
1) I am disturbed and want to get it off my chest
2) I would like your thoughts
3) I wonder if this type of shit happens to others
My dreams are vivid, I dream in bright colours, audiable sounds, I feel pleasure and pain and even smell things. Taste happens sometimes but not often. My experiences in dreams are never replays of real life as my dreams nearly always involve me being chased by some kind of monster. Sometimes I win, sometimes they win, often I die, sometimes my dreams carry on after death which is fun.
Last night started out like normal, I as in a field and something (or in this case thousands of zombies) were trying to kill me and a bunch of my friends - dream friends, in real I don't know these people. We run away and get separated, by the sounds of the screams I assume people are dying. Right now it isn't me so I keep on running. Eventually I get exhausted, my lungs are burning and I collapse on the edge of a raised river bank. I think if I can get across the river I will be safe. I see movement and on the other side of the river and there are more zombies. I accept that I am going to die or whatever happens - be zombified I suppose. I start to look around, this gloomy place is the last thing that I will ever see and I want to see something beautiful. To my right is a dark place, evil radiates from there. To my left is a place with weird colours. There are trees there and the place is lit with green and purple auras, almost like the Northern Lights had be captured in vapour form. I hear noises of hungry zombies coming to eat me and I decide to make a futile run into the glowing gas. I do so and a strange little woodland creature (like an elf I guess) appears and welcomes me into his world. I go with him and everything changes.
I lose touch with the normal world now, I feel as though I lived in this place for 3, maybe 4 years with these creatures and I fully integrated into their culture and am accepted into their tribe. I even married one I think! Anyway, I developed a strong bond with these things and they took care of me.
In the normal world, I guess the zombies continued to destroy everything and I guess after 4 years they ran out of stuff to kill and got hungry and this magickal little elf world started to get attacked. At first the attacks were minor, but they started getting worse and the elders got more and more worried as did we all. One night I felt a strange presence and, when I went looking for it I found 3 of these little elves in the process of zombification - kind of rolling around on the ground throwing up in great pain. I ran screaming - trying to frantically get these little elves our of here and to a safe place. Eventually there were zombies everywhere and I got cornered and bitten and dragged off by them to a kind of zombie camp. Slowly I zombified, my vision changed, my skin became rotten (a rather awful feeling) and I became hateful and angry. I started walking around screaming and moaning, anything not in as much pain as me needed to die and then I went out by myself to randomly kill things.
Instinctively I was drawn back to the place where these little elves lived, I knew the way quite well and soon I was happily killing every elf I could find. I was mad, I had lost the ability to reason and all I wanted to do was kill. I killed lots of them, especially the ones I knew and the ones that had taken care of me. Eventually I started to change, I think these little things were using some kind of magick on me because I started to see through the haze of anger and stopped killing. I realised through my zombified brain that I was being killed by these things, but it was a warm feeling (it usually is by the way - even when I have done past life regressions and experienced past deaths accidentally). So I died, my rotten body collapsed onto the floor with my normal and very regretful spirit standing beside it. The little things were sad that I had died, that made it worse. Standing next to me was one of the little things that I had just killed and he extended a sort of paw thing (his hand) and invited my spirit to walk with his, he had no anger. The End
I woke up feeling pretty crap after this one, betrayal doesn't sit well me with, kind of pisses me off really, spoiled my day.
BrotherM
1) I am disturbed and want to get it off my chest
2) I would like your thoughts
3) I wonder if this type of shit happens to others
My dreams are vivid, I dream in bright colours, audiable sounds, I feel pleasure and pain and even smell things. Taste happens sometimes but not often. My experiences in dreams are never replays of real life as my dreams nearly always involve me being chased by some kind of monster. Sometimes I win, sometimes they win, often I die, sometimes my dreams carry on after death which is fun.
Last night started out like normal, I as in a field and something (or in this case thousands of zombies) were trying to kill me and a bunch of my friends - dream friends, in real I don't know these people. We run away and get separated, by the sounds of the screams I assume people are dying. Right now it isn't me so I keep on running. Eventually I get exhausted, my lungs are burning and I collapse on the edge of a raised river bank. I think if I can get across the river I will be safe. I see movement and on the other side of the river and there are more zombies. I accept that I am going to die or whatever happens - be zombified I suppose. I start to look around, this gloomy place is the last thing that I will ever see and I want to see something beautiful. To my right is a dark place, evil radiates from there. To my left is a place with weird colours. There are trees there and the place is lit with green and purple auras, almost like the Northern Lights had be captured in vapour form. I hear noises of hungry zombies coming to eat me and I decide to make a futile run into the glowing gas. I do so and a strange little woodland creature (like an elf I guess) appears and welcomes me into his world. I go with him and everything changes.
I lose touch with the normal world now, I feel as though I lived in this place for 3, maybe 4 years with these creatures and I fully integrated into their culture and am accepted into their tribe. I even married one I think! Anyway, I developed a strong bond with these things and they took care of me.
In the normal world, I guess the zombies continued to destroy everything and I guess after 4 years they ran out of stuff to kill and got hungry and this magickal little elf world started to get attacked. At first the attacks were minor, but they started getting worse and the elders got more and more worried as did we all. One night I felt a strange presence and, when I went looking for it I found 3 of these little elves in the process of zombification - kind of rolling around on the ground throwing up in great pain. I ran screaming - trying to frantically get these little elves our of here and to a safe place. Eventually there were zombies everywhere and I got cornered and bitten and dragged off by them to a kind of zombie camp. Slowly I zombified, my vision changed, my skin became rotten (a rather awful feeling) and I became hateful and angry. I started walking around screaming and moaning, anything not in as much pain as me needed to die and then I went out by myself to randomly kill things.
Instinctively I was drawn back to the place where these little elves lived, I knew the way quite well and soon I was happily killing every elf I could find. I was mad, I had lost the ability to reason and all I wanted to do was kill. I killed lots of them, especially the ones I knew and the ones that had taken care of me. Eventually I started to change, I think these little things were using some kind of magick on me because I started to see through the haze of anger and stopped killing. I realised through my zombified brain that I was being killed by these things, but it was a warm feeling (it usually is by the way - even when I have done past life regressions and experienced past deaths accidentally). So I died, my rotten body collapsed onto the floor with my normal and very regretful spirit standing beside it. The little things were sad that I had died, that made it worse. Standing next to me was one of the little things that I had just killed and he extended a sort of paw thing (his hand) and invited my spirit to walk with his, he had no anger. The End
I woke up feeling pretty crap after this one, betrayal doesn't sit well me with, kind of pisses me off really, spoiled my day.
BrotherM