I had the weirdest dream a few days ago. Basically I was walking down a seemingly endless corridor with a white light as far as you could see, no doors, nothing but a blood-red carpet on the ground. So as I'm walking, I start hearing these f****** creepy noises, like hisses and whispers. Then thousands of red, human eyes opened on the wall, staring at me, and the hisses get louder. And then the corridor behind me darkens and I can hear steps of something huge and multi-legged running at me, so I start running. And just when I thought I was going to outré the thing, the floor disappears, and I fall into a bottomless black pit. And then I wake up on the floor next to my bed.
I had this dream where my town was being watched by some creature that lives in the run down apartments on the south side of town. They (the military) told us to evacuate, so we did. We got to my school (which is 30 minutes away) and we were told to sleep in the old computer lab. Once there, I was talking with my friends about said monster and they said they don't know anything.
Which, naturally, is when it appeared.
So, we (my entire class) made a break for the exit, but the exit had turned into a black and purple maze where we were slowed but the creature wasn't. It was scary having a Cerberus Shaped black fuzz run at you in a whacked out maze where you run as fast as a turtle.
I woke up, facing the wrong way on my bed, blankets on the floor and my water bottle opened and thrown on the ground.
(05-23-2014, 08:12 AM)seven-alpha-one-one Wrote: Leave that. Any of you guys ever had the feeling that you were falling frlm the sky, when you were almost asleep?
Everyone, ever.
(05-23-2014, 09:02 AM)Kazinsal Wrote: Blowing teeth out with alkahestry is a crime against Ishvala.
Seems so.
My question is though, where was that little girl with the panda from Xing? She was more of a healer than Scar, she was the one I should've found.
Hm, I just remembered one of my favourite dreams I ever had.
Basically, I periodically see the dreams about nuclear war, disasters, etc. , but the one was the most realistic and expressive.
So, it happened so that I was walking on the street of ruined town (after nuclear bombardment), seeing burned objects, shattered glass, black stains on the ground, ash gusts and dark-red sky. I walked into a random building, market, I think, and the first thing I feel is the smell of burned skin and hair. I didn't find any corpses around but that smell in the room clearly told me that numerous people died there. Later it started to rain, and I hid in some kind of semi-ruined shelter with leaking roof... What was next I don't remember.
The other one, more recent, was like this:
I started from my street, walking to the university, when some random woman told me something in French (which I understood). And as I was going and going, the things she told me started to happen (I can't recall what they were).
Then I took my phone and called to my friend, told her to go to the underground station. When I came there, I've seen numerous people are waiting for the train, and when it arrived, nearly all of them gone by it. My friend arrived, just before next train came, we jumped into it and started to move. I recall that some people were left on the station.
The train was moving slowly, and I have seen military troops passing by on the other rails, heading to the station.
We were given the bags with some white clothes and food, and then the train passed the tunnel and I could see the sky. It was grey, not yet dark, but colourless, and occasional snowflakes were seen falling here and there, and just before the next tunnel I thought: "We are the last one, who saved", then tunnel and then darkness.
After a short blackout I wake up in the car, somewhere in the snowed park, covered with blanked. I've opened the door and got out from the car - it was very calm and quiet around, then I've seen people moving in line somewhere in fifty meters from me on the hill. I climbed there and seen ten or so people passing through the military post. I approached and talked to the military - they told me that these people are the last one who are being evacuated, and that no one aside them left.
When three people left to check, one guy noticed something and said that we have to go. I turned around and ran to the nearest street (the place was on the edge of the small village), I've heard shots and shouts but didn't turn around.
After some time running I heard someone is approaching me from behind - I ran into the chicken cabin, which inside was separated by the steel net, and once I closed the door, the second one opened and burned and naked male ran in. He was screaming, spitting blood and growling all the time, trying to get through the net and, apparently, kill me. I punched the net couple of times trying to hit his fingers, and then turned around and ran through the door deeper into the village. The male followed me soon, so I had to climb on the roof, but when I reached the last roof, and there were no more houses ahead, I turned around and he got me.
There was final scene after that: huge line of people passing through the Atlantic ocean on the hovering boards (like endless caravan), and the rocket flying in the same direction high in the sky. When the scene changed, I have seen the same rocked, half buried near the cottage, and the pilot of it, which was tied inside by the burned kid, who apparently became insane, because he took the gas can, poured it out on the "pilot" and then threw the burning match. By the time I was seeing all this from the "pilots" point of view, and so the one who was burning was me, but I noticed that the kid started to burn as well, as he poured gas on himself as well, he was smiling, watching me burning, then he fall down and died without any scream or sound.
I don't remember all the details that good, I think I was having like two dreams at once, so things kept going back and forth.
I was in a restaurant with my uncle, and we were leaving. We got to the cashier to pay and my bill ended up being like $90. I looked in my wallet and had nowhere near enough money to pay for it. That was red flag number one, I knew I wouldn't go to this restaurant if I didn't have enough money for it. I forget how it all got resolved, but we ended up leaving. As we were walking out, I was trying to remember how we got there in the first place, and couldn't. I asked my uncle if he remembered, and he didn't either. That was red flag number two, that's when I got the idea in my head that I had been drugged and brought here by the waitress so that she could pocket that $90.
So I talked to the manager and explained things, and she suggested we all sit down and talk about it. At first I was like "nah", but then later when we left, I decided to come back and do that. We went to a booth in the corner, where the waitress and some other girl that was supposed to be in on it was at. We sat down and talked for a while, I forget what was said, but when it ended, I was suddenly in the back of the girl's car, and we were on our way to what she called a "VBS (vacation bible school) TV Show". I was like "VBS's don't have TV shows... Where are we really going?", which at that point I checked the car door to make sure I could open it.
We arrived at this "VBS TV show" and went inside, but this is where things got really weird. Instead of it being anything bible related or for kids, it was a porn shoot. All I really remember is asking why we were here, and some director worrying about setting the scene for the porno. We went back to the restaurant, and started talking again, and I still don't remember anything that was said. But this time, it ended with the black friend of the waitress I suspected of drugging me, being killed by a friend of mine (who doesn't even exist IRL) who was wearing a green ninja suit, and carrying a giant sword, like Bleach style. He flipped the girl to the ground, and stabbed here while she was down, in the stomach.
I ended up finding out that the whole reason for my not knowing how I got the restaurant, and why the bill was $90. Apparently, while I was at that porn shoot (I don't know why I was there), the people wanted to put me in it, and I didn't want to. They ended up getting kinda forceful, so I did this special ninja/Super Saiyan (Dragon Ball Z) type of move which beat everyone, but at the same time that move had some side-effects on me. I was given a list that explained all the things I needed after using that move, because apparently it wipes all my energy and takes so much out of me.
I forget what all was on the list, but two of the things listed as side-effects were memory loss, and intense hunger. This explained why I didn't remember how I got to the restaurant, and why my bill was so expensive. I ended up going back to the waitress, being like, "sorry, I was wrong, you're friend didn't have to die, we cool?". After that, something happened, I don't know what, but I think I ended up getting killed because I was in a place where the girl that my friend killed was there. She was like a really tall statue though, and I could float, and I only remember flying up to her head and talking to her. She was like a disembodied voice coming from the statue, and there were also three other statues just like her there, all around me, one on each side.
That's about where I woke up.
One of the weirdest freaking dreams, and a long one too. There was even more to the dream, but those events are so hazy that I don't know when or why they happened.
I have left the second most convenient bus from school to home, which drops me abut half a mile from my destination. I was waiting for another bus because it was supposed to arrive soon and get me to home faster than walking. The weather was in accordance with temperate continental climate in early September. There were people on the bus stop, talking, and cars going by, but the space around had some feeling of emptiness. Like when you zoom out the picture of you on Earth and compare the density of air with that of vacuum and realize that there wouldn't be much difference if you were on an airless world, if there wasn't the occasional, feeble wind here, on the bus stop. It is the melancholic feeling of Sunday afternoons, similar to the feeling of the World's end coming soon.
A bus appeared. It simply appeared, I do not know from where. It had two numbers, the one in front being the one I needed. Nevertheless, I entered. Its path seemed according to its front number, until it didn't take the expected turn. In fact, it didn't stop at all and it left the city. Tens of minutes, or perhaps a couple hours later, the wide highway had already turned into a dusty track trough grass, bordering a forest. The bus stopped. I followed the people into the deciduous-evergreen forest. We walked for some time, not too slowly because the space below was relatively clean of vert, only dappled with dry branches and a few pinecones, and the trees were distanced from each other.
We came down what seemed to be a really small, semicircular amphitheater, maybe large enough to be worthy a village, whose dark, broken stones weren't all in place and were covered by thick, green moss. You could feel the scent of the forest.
Some more wandering later, daylight shone through the last line of trees, standing on a long, low mound that resembled a river levee.
At the next moment, I was standing on an enormous dam that was forming a right angle with the levee. It seemed to be the only link to the next shore.
It was a couple hundred meters long and a few tens of meters wide. The waterline on its left side was a few centimeters from touching its top, while the waterline on its right was at least a hundred meters below. The first was a huge, deep lake, while the latter was a narrow, swift stream.
The dam was made of bright concrete, while its top was covered with white gavel. There was a McDonald's with a colourful children's playground on the other side. The people went there and I went with them. We reached the restaurant. I was stirring the small pebbles near the calm shoreline with my foot, out of boredom.
Suddenly, someone pointed above behind me, shouted something, at what everyone turned and started to run in the opposite direction. I didn't turn to see what they are running from in order to save time, and instead I ran with them. I hid behind a thick, red, steel pillar of a children's slide, behind the McDonald's.
The tiny waves of the lake, stretching to infinity, were deflecting the bright light of the rising sun, which was bathing the white, cloudy sky. It resembled a painting by Claude Lorrain.
The luminous, moist air was surrounding a gigantic, yellow, angular, metallic arm, resembling a crane or a bulldozer. It was as tall as the tallest of skyscrapers. It stood on an accordingly immense, yellow platform, whose top was peeking out of the lake. It was very far, but its size made it seem closer. Like a sickly large trebuchet, it was hurling a huge, white, thin but extensive piece of metal, shaped like a semicylinder. There were dozens of smaller ones behind it, but I couldn't see all, being blinded by the intense light. The largest one cast a long shadow.
A much smaller copy of the white, thin piece of metal, about a meter in diameter, landed on the place where the people and I were standing, which was now on my left, rolling and bouncing three or four times. It made a trace in the gravel.
A second or two later a rain of its copies showered the dam, like Persian arrows. None hit the McDonald's.
Suddenly, a strong wind started to blow. I peeked from behind the red pillar and saw something that woke true aw and fear inside me.
The gigantic semicylinder flew slowly towards the dam, in an arched trajectory, slowly compared to its size. I watched it fly a few dozen meters above the dam, nearly scraping it. I had to hold onto the pillar not to be blown away by the gush of air. It fell behind the dam.
I used the time the weird, yellow trebuchets needed to prepare for another salvo to run to the other shore. The white objects were scattered around the gravel.
I managed to find the amphitheater. What I hadn't noticed the first time, however, was how dense the forest around it was. When I came, I came down it, what meant that I should climb up now. But, the forest above it was so dense, that there were only three passages, all of them completely black. I didn't know which to choose, so I wandered and looked around. I rushed a stream of memories and thoughts trough my mind to try to remember which passage I came from.
The increased brain activity woke me up.
PS: You dream that you are falling when you lack oxygen.