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This was inspired by Liliara's dream thread. She mentioned writing down dreams and nightmares so that they could be reflected upon and remembered. This is one that may be of some interest. However, I didn't want to slap a huge post in the middle of her thread and obstruct any further conversation so I decided to give it it's own thread.
This is an excerpt from an account of a dream I had some time ago. I'm unsure as to it's meaning (if any), but it seemed important that I write it down at the time. Anyway, enough of my bluster. Make what you will of it. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif Enjoy! Soul’s End An angel walked step by step across the empty pavement. His white wings were folded tightly against his back, braced against the waxing and waning breeze that flicked haphazardly about the deserted street. He was deep in thought, and his head hung low, allowing his cold blue eyes to stare distantly at the asphalt beneath his feet. More then anything, he was tired, and this silent, lonely morning was not helping to stir his senses. As he thought, a look of sadness crept over his face and his eyes narrowed slightly. He stopped and looked up to the sky above. It was clear and sunny, but the wind was making it a little colder then it would normally have been. The crisp air passed between his lips as he spread his wings and opened his arms, taking a deep breath. Then he let it out slowly, his wings folding back almost involuntarily as he did so. Looking down the street, he shook his head and sighed. After a while of standing and taking in his surroundings for what almost seemed like the first time, he brushed out his long white coat and sat on the pavement in one fluid movement, placing his feet over the kerb. His elbow rested on his knee and he placed his chin in an open palm. Time passed. After what could have been an eternity the angel was jerked from his revere by a soft female voice. "Hello!" it said. The angel smiled and looked up. He recognised the voice and confirmed what his ears told him as he cast his eyes upward. A young woman was standing next to him on the pavement. She smiled down at him, but he noted the concerned look in her usually sparkling brown eyes. Her shoulder length black hair was worn in a simple yet elegant style, and a single red rose nestled between the curls. "Hello, " he said standing and brushing himself off, "what can I do for you today?" Seeing that he had noticed the rose, she reached up and carefully removed it. She held it out to him with an embarrassed smile. "For you," she said. He looked at it for a few seconds the look of sadness re-appearing momentarily. The angel had spoken to this woman many times. She made him happy, yet she had never given him a gift before. He looked up at her. She blinked and a frown began to creep across her face. "Please?" she said, holding it towards him. Slowly he reached out with a hand and clasped the stem of the rose. Her hand let go as he drew the flower close and looked down at it. As he watched, the red of the rose began to twist almost as if the wind were whipping it like a brush mixing paint. Gradually, strands of white began to appear and then they spiralled out of control leaving a few flecks of red which were chased off the petals and then replaced as if they were never there, replaced by the brilliant white. The angel looked at it in despair. "I’m sorry," he whispered, handing it back. The girl hesitated, then seeing the looking in his eyes, took the flower from him. The angel shook his head and looked away. "Was there something you wanted?" he asked softly. The girl hesitated. "Um, yeah," she replied eventually. "There is a small problem down at the park." The angel turned back to look at her, a serious expression on his face. "What sort of problem?" he asked. The girl gestured across the road in the vague direction of the park. "There’s a patch of grass near where the trees are," she said. "Many people have gathered around it and begun to cry." "Cry?" the concerned look on the angel’s face deepened. "Why?" "I don’t know. I have spoken to some of those that have shed tears there but they cannot explain it either." She looked down at the rose in her hands. "It seems there is a great sadness there," she twirled the stem slowly between her fingers. "Is there anything you can do?" "I can try," he replied. The girl nodded with a smile and then watched in awe as the angel spread his wings… ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." [This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 09-10-2001).] |
Wow! Sounds very cool. I have difficulty remembering my dreams in detail, they seem so clear in the morning, then by afternoon the urgency of work has crushed the dream out of me. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/frown.gif
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I love the idea of this thread!
I also think this dream is very cool! I have one that I may be able to post tomarrow. Actually, it's a poem from a dream. I think it would be great though, if some of the other members here would turn their TRUE dreams into stories or poems. What do you think Sharpedge? Oh, of course you also, Memnoch... http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/tdo9.gif ------------------ http://hometown.aol.com/amandaisflir...mtbrand=AOL_US Captain of Bouncers, Boogre Bar LH Member [This message has been edited by Liliara (edited 09-10-2001).] |
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Consider this thread open season, then! If you've an interesting dream you'd like to share then post away, be it in the form of a story or a poem. Just keep it clean and observe the usual forum rules and I'm sure it'll be an extremely interesting and thought provoking experience for us all. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif Thanks for the encouragement, Liliara. I look forward to reading your poetry. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." |
Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
Here we go!!!!!!!!! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif ------------------ http://hometown.aol.com/amandaisflir...mtbrand=AOL_US Captain of Bouncers, Boogre Bar LH Member |
Hm... I almost never remember my dreams and I never dream this clearly - you might say that I do not 'see' or 'hear' anything in my dreams, sometimes it seems as if I am simply remembering what somebody else has told me... wait a minute, this isn't making any sense! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/FRblush.gif
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Just bumping this up a bit. I've got some more stuff that I want to stick in here at a later date if people are still interested.
Liliara! Where art thou? http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif Kaz: I wouldn't say I dreamed the above dream as clearly as it is written. Like most people, my dreams are often fuzzy and confused and this was no exception. There were a few elements before and after which were not clear enough to be included. The above passage is more an extrapolation of feelings and images, rather then a word for word account. Anyway, people, if you have a dream (funny or serious) that you'd like to share... please post it! ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hero.gif "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." |
wierd......
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I dreamed last night for the first time since Tuesday.
I had been studying for my math and Government tests prior to going to bed. In my dream, all I saw was a woman in a 1950's type dress (full skirt, tight waist with a belt...a simple pale yellow, short-sleeved dress). She had "tight", short, (curled under, but kind of wavy) hair and was standing in front of a blackboard with a piece of chalk in her hand, waving it about in front of a math problem that read in symbols only, (filled in with white chalk) rectangle + (filled in with white chalk) rectangle = (filled in with white chalk) rectangle. She kept waving her hand as she spoke but I never heard a word of what she was saying. The dream, if that scene could be put into ten frames, kept playing from start to finish over and over and over again....that is all I dreamt. When I took my math test today, there was an easy looking algebraic problem on the quiz (like, this + that = this) which stumped me because I could not get an answer that I could turn around to check the problem correctly with so I left it blank. I am sure it is the only one I got wrong. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif I wonder if I had been able to hear the lady in my dream if I would have known what to do at test time? http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://members.aol.com/lasttrueprincess/images/ltp4.gif You know childhood is over when a puddle seems like an obstacle instead of an opportunity. Is Too! Is Not! Is Too! Is Not! [This message has been edited by Moni (edited 09-14-2001).] |
LOL, well I dream all sorts of dreams every night. Too many to write down, but there have been a few that I DID write down cause they were just too frikken STRANGE! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...s/rolleyes.gif
Well, here goes, don't start jumping up and down afterwards pointing and laughing and yelling "freak! freak!" http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/tongue.gif <font color="FF3366">Walking aimlessly around cement tan buildings with the yellow setting sun shining on their drabness. I walk to the end of a row of buildings and look around the corner to my left. As I walk around the corner I notice this reddish-purple gel-like droplets on the grass everywhere. At some places they are just one huge mass/clump of gel. I then see one of these big clumps in front of me, and I see the center of it start to rise. It raises up about a foot 1/2 tall and it's top has this round appendage that is about the size of a grapefruit. No face on it or anything. But is scares the shite out of me and I leave it alone and continue on onto this grassy/hilly open space. There are people there, but I can't remember who they are. Maybe nobody I know, just strangers. Anyway, somewhere along the line I find myself participating in some kind of weird game, like a game on a computer, but in real-life. I am somehow able to fly around and I'm doing this, and eventually I crash into one of the grassy hills. I'm thinking to myself "Oh God, I'm dead." I see then before my eyes a bright staticy flash and then I am just lying on the ground, looking at green grass in front of my face. I get up and realize I am not dead! I think to myself "Oh, that's right, I'm in a game, which means I get more tries"! So I go flying again, and again crash... again, crash....again...crash. Now at this point I am confident that I must have "unlimited lives" because I have gone over the usual "three tries and yer out." So, once again, I fly. And I am on my way once again heading towards a hillside at a fast rate knowing another crash is inevitable and I all of the sudden hear the people watching below me say "Oh NO" all at the same time. I only have a millisecond to comprehend what they may have meant when I then crash into the ground for the last time. When I look up I see the people who were watching me leaving. I try to lift up, but can't seem to get very high and I feel restricted and low to the ground somehow. It then dawns on me that I am now one of those "blobules", those gel-like figures I earlier saw scattered about. As I again try to lift up and stand, the memory of that one rising blobule in front of me comes to mind, and I think to myself "That is me right now. That is what I look like. All those blobules were people like me who lost the game!" Then the thought comes to me "Oh no, would if I can't move now! Am I to live like this just sitting here a blobule"?! So again I try to move forward, and this time I DO move a little. But it feels like I am floating really low to the ground. So then I think "OK, at least I can move around. Not so bad for being dead." Then I look behind me and see I have apparently been leaving a glistening trail of purple reddish droplets along the grass. I realize then that yes, I CAN move, but to do so is to diminish myself. Once I move around so much, will I then become just a droplet? After that if I move, will I then soon just plain disappear? Then what? As I am thinking this, I see these two pairs of female barefoot legs in shorts go by in front of me, and they step in some of my droplets. One was a woman, and one was a young girl of about 10. The little girl says "Ewwww, what's that"??! I then completely panic. Wishing they would just go on about their business and leave my essence alone. I'm afraid they will return and bring a hose along or something, and wash my droplets away, then what would happen to me? As the child trods more on my droplets, all I can think to myself is "Stop! you are walking on ME"! But unfortunately I have no voice. Then I wake up, a bit cross-eyed. And that's it, the weirdest dream so far I have ever had in my entire life!</font> ------------------ http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/stealthy/KungFuGal.gif http://exit3.i-55.com/~casual/Ladyzeke/Ladyzekke.gif [This message has been edited by ladyzekke (edited 09-14-2001).] [This message has been edited by ladyzekke (edited 09-14-2001).] |
Moni, Lady Z: Thanks very much for sharing those. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif This is just the sort of thing I was hoping for.
Moni: Stress over exams and tests seems to be a popular cause for vivid (and often nightmare-ish) dreaming. I remember having some pretty disturbing dreams about loosing the ability to write during my last lot of exams. Many people have claimed that they have experienced premonition type dreams, where an event in their dream actually occurs in their life the next day. Perhaps you would have been able to answer the question if you'd heard that particular explanation - or maybe you're sub-conscious was trying to tell you it didn't understand something. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/tongue.gifonder: Anyway, I'm sure you did fine, Moni. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif Lady Zekke: I for one won't be calling you a freak, since my first post on the thread is hardly a testament of normality! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/tongue.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif Seriously, your dream was amazing. I often have dreams where I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing, but I take the plunge anyway. This often features those faceless strangers who seem to know exactly what you should be doing but refuse to tell you. Just when your confidence is rising, you make a mistake and the strangers shake their heads and turn away. This theme occurred in a dream I had in which I was part of a wolf pack - but didn't really know what I was supposed to do (I'll post this one up later). Still... the way that you saw clues to your fate before you understood them... the way it took you time to realise what had actually happened to you after you had "died" and your thoughts on what your eventual fate might be as you moved around in your new form... very interesting and inspiring. From what I've read, it's unusual for dreams to be so complex in terms of their 'plot' (for want of a better term). Anyway, I'm no psychologist and certainly not qualified to babble on as long as I have. Once again, thank you both for posting those. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hero.gif "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." |
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I think you are exactly right...it could have been clear as well if I had seen the problem on the board in my dream as opposed to the filled in rectangles...or at least a more obvious clue http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif LOL I had no fear of any basic addition problems that I thought might show up on the test. There weren't any haha. It was actually was the only easy looking problem on the test that I never did "get". I am sure I passed. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif "On to the next two chapters!" http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif I have had dreams where everything from the dream has happened exactly as it did in the dream the next day...I've not had many and circumstances in them were pretty mundane but the impression I got from having dreamed them first were somee of the weirdest I have ever experienced. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no.../hollering.gif Thanks for the cool thread! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://members.aol.com/lasttrueprincess/images/ltp4.gif You know childhood is over when a puddle seems like an obstacle instead of an opportunity. Is Too! Is Not! Is Too! Is Not! |
Thanks for your responses. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif The account of the wolf pack dream is in the form of a poem at the moment. I think I'll post the poem in Bahamut's poetry thread and then write up the actual thing here when I have time. Today I'm going to write up a nightmare that finished scant hours ago while it is still fresh in my memory. Yes, it is a nightmare and contains some nasty elements.
<font color="FF3366">It is a very cold winter's night. I am lying in my bed and I know that I am alone in the house. For some reason I cannot get to sleep, even though the only weather outside is the soft and soundless snowfall that is beginning to blanket the land. I get up from my bed, chilly and alone, and take a peak out of a crack in my curtain onto the street below. Through this little crack I can see that a dog is lying on the road that stretches up my street. The dog is a sheltie (a domestic breed that looks kinda like a big fox with more fur). The dog doesn't appear to have noticed me, and shivers as its eyes scan my neighbourhood. For some reason I have this sudden compulsion to get the dog's attention... even though there are voices in my head screaming for me not to. I pull the curtains aside and knock on my window, waving my arms about. The dog looks over and jerks itself to its feet. It's eyes lock on mine and it begins to bark. "Shhh shh shh!" I whisper, opening my window so the dog will hear me. It seems in this reality that the people across the road own a pet dog, as it begins to bark in response. I start to feel guilty now as lights come on in houses across the street. I close the window and duck down, wishing for the dog to go away. Instead I hear it pad its way onto my garden and position itself under my window. It begins to howl again and again. Thinking I should be doing something, I get up and try to calm the dog while at the same time getting it to shoo. It is then I notice that a garage has opened in a house up the street and my grandfather emerges dragging a big industrial bin full of large plastic tubes of various colours and lengths. This is fairly odd since my grandfather lives several miles from us. Anyway, he looks over at the dog with a very worried expression on his face. He then selects one of the tubes and, puffing up a load of the cold night air into his lungs, blows on it. The sound that comes out is a mixture of the hollow sound you’d expect from blowing into such a tube and the most terrible and mournful dog howl I have ever heard. It is one of the most frightening sounds I have ever heard and I think it will stay with me for quite some time. The dog’s ears prick up and it looks over at my grandfather, who blows down the tube again. This seems to spur the dog into action, and it bolts in the direction of my grandfather. This doesn’t seem to faze him however, and he watches as the dog shoots into his garage out of sight. He looks up at me and urgently gestures for me to come down. I do so, and he seems to be preparing his car to leave. My grandmother is already in the back seat, muttering to herself. Just as I get in I notice the dog emerging from the garage and heading towards the car. I say something like “Looks like he wants to come with us,” and open keep my door open to let him (or her) in. “Don’t be a bloody fool!” screams my granddad. Slamming the car into forward gear it shoots up the drive and I realise he is attempting to run the dog over. The dog dives to the side, however, and I close my door. He slams the car into reverse and backs onto the street. Meanwhile many neighbours have come out to see what all the commotion is. My grandmother starts saying, “It’s happening again! It’s happening again!” over and over until a jolt from the car makes her cry out in pain and start screaming at my grandfather – telling him about her aching joints and how much they hurt. As we backed down the street and around the corner, the dream turned really nasty. Zipping around the corner through which we had just reversed came a horrible sight. It was a purple disembodied hand, with sharp looking claws and bubbly rotten flesh. “AAAAH!” screamed my grandmother. “The hands!” she cried. “The hands of hatred!” This claw thing then proceeded to zoom up to the front of the car and grab hold of the bumper. Another hand floated round to join it, and soon we were being dragged back up the hill to my house. As we crested the hill, a terrible sight greeted us. All of my neighbours were being attacked by a multitude of these hands. There were also disembodied eyes hurtling about... seeming to take glee in the suffering the hands were inflicting. When people were killed, their hands and eyes would detach and join the horde. Many of these hands flew towards the car and began to tear it to pieces. I made a run for it across the snow but I felt the hands grab me and I was lifted into the air above the street. I seemed to leave my body at this point, and turned to watch as the claws bore me into the air. For some reason, this dramatic music began to play as the inevitable occurred and I witnessed my own death. It was then that I awoke with a start.</font> For a few minutes afterwards, I was petrified. Though the dream had ended the atmosphere of it still hung over me. I cautiously got up and parted my curtains. Fortunately, there was no dog on the road and the feeling of eeriness began to fade as I fetched a cup of tea. Still, very strange, no? What connection was there between this dog and the hands that appeared afterwards? Why was I so afraid of this dog in the first place? Further, why did my grandparents seem to know what was going on, and why were they in a starring role anyway? http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/ponder.gif Anyway. That’s that. I’ll post the wolf pack one when I’ve had a chance to summarise it. ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hero.gif "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." [This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 09-15-2001).] |
Just so ya know, I'm going to reply to this Sharpedge. I seemed to have lost it, finally found it on page 4! Doh! Well it is bumped now, and again, I will reply http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif once I get a chance http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif
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Good Golly Miss Molly!!!! Woah! That is one heck (or should I say hell?) of a dream! Sheesh! Man! Well shite! Dunno what interpration I could give, as I am not good at that sort of thing, as I have dreams myself I have no clue on. Well, seems to me though, you were afraid of the dog, yet it to me was almost as if the dog was actually trying to warn you. Maybe it was like a "dog of doom" not something you get really friendly with or get close to, but it is there for information purposes only? And your grandparents knew what was going on cause in your heart you know they really care about you and may know some things you may not because they've "been there done that"? As for the horrid scenario re the hands killing everyone in your town, I can't explain, as I have similar dreams, but mine are me at a beach and the waves are phenominal size and kill everyone around me. If you ever figure yours out, let me know LOL!
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Thanks for your thoughts, LadyZekke. I think you're right about my grandparents, as I have a lot of respect for them and the knowledge that they possess. I'm also worried about them at the moment as neither of them are in very good health, so that may explain why they were occupying my thoughts.
I often have dreams that involve a lot of death/apocalypse, and I don't understand them either. Perhaps fear of death is just a common pre-occupation amongst all of us... http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/ponder.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/conf.gif Whoa... apologies for gettin' all grim on you there. I've had some absolutely hilarious dreams too... hilarious in their utter lunacy that is! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hihi.gif If you promise not to call the men in white coats, I'll post up a funny (well, I found it funny, you may find it just crazy http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no.../hollering.gif ). http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...les/tongue.gif BTW, it helps me to know just that someone is reading these dreams. It does me good to post them and write about them as it helps cement ideas in my head. So don't worry if you don't write loads about interpretation. Like you said: just passing about ideas re dreams is all. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hero.gif "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." [This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 09-18-2001).] |
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You and me both re the Apocalipse dreams, my sunami dreams are not the only ones. I have many dreams of all sorts. Giant Godzilla/Dragon type monsters destroying cities (may look funny on TV, but when in a dream wherein it really feels real, you'd be surprised at how that type of "enemy" scares the shite out of you. I've had a lot of "boat" or "ship" dreams, wherein everyone is fleeing a certain land, and our ship ends up sinking. I have seen the sun explode and devil faces drawing themselves in the sky, or black tar-like coulds skuttling about overhead, and you are thinking in the dream in all of these instances that something is definitely WRONG, but you don't know what nor what to do but flee. In most of these types of dreams, for me at least, funny, I always somewhere in the dream retreat to this apartment that I used to rent in RL in Crystal City, on the 16th floor. Apparently, in my dreams, I still have a key, and the apartment is still vacant, and I go there for a sanctuary for a short time, as if to take a lunch break from my nightmare. Of course, eventually I leave, or look out the window, or stand on the balcony, and the nightmare "resumes". I know Sharpedge, is hard to explain a lot of dreams, and of course we all hope they never come true. Like you, I'm glad to be able to post my dreams somewhere, and hear other people's as well. Still waiting for your next one. And GEEZ, don't think you will scare me off LOL, I could compete probably with you on Nightmares unfortunately. So post away, I'm interested in hearing them. Especially those "hilarious" ones! C'mon! Give it up! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif ------------------ http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/stealthy/KungFuGal.gif http://exit3.i-55.com/~casual/Ladyzeke/Ladyzekke.gif |
OK, here is a really weird dream that I had the other night. I hope no-one finds it offensive to their religion - I am just relating my dream. I am an atheist by the way (yes, it is relevant, you'll see when you read on!)
<font color="white"> I am in the desert. I have lots of my friends with me, and I am taking them to a place I have been before - even though I am dreaming I know I have been there before in a previous dream. Slowly we come across a big square building in the desert. It is an ancient building, with large stones - sandstone - used to build the walls. I can see where the wind and sand has worn the stones. The wind is blowing, I try to keep the sand out of my eyes. There are steps leading up to a square door. I realise that I know we are somewhere in the middle-east, but nothing more specific. The people I am with have never been here before, but I have brought them here for a reason, to show them something special. Because the room once contained the holy grail, for one night, while it was being taken somewhere safe, by a monk or a saint who sheltered here from a storm. Nothing will ever destroy this building, it is holy. And if you sleep in the building at night, god will talk to you in your dreams. That is why I have brought my friends here. I find this scary, not wonderful. But I take my friends into the building. It is empty, but from somewhere comes strange yet beautiful ancient music. There is no wind. The floor is covered with sand, blown in over the years. No-one else knows about this place but me, and those I have brought here. Daylight comes in through the doorway, although dusk will not be long. There is no-one here but myself and my friends. Again, in my dream, I know that I have dreamed this before, but last time I was alone. I have to show my friends. We settle down to sleep, in silence, and darkness falls. </font> And then I woke up. I repeat - I am an atheist. I think this is extremely strange - any ideas on why I dreamed this? ------------------ http://www.gldb.com/wayno/e1.jpg Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. Epona of The Laughing Hyenas Proud winner of the 'Most Useless Post 250 Has Ever Seen' Award 2001. "I'd just like to thank my friends and family, without whom none of this would have been possible..." |
All right now, I need to unburden myself of a WEIRD dream I had some time ago. Simply lunatic!
<font color="silver"> I am hovering over Louisiana in a spaceship. There is one other person with me, I know him well. The spaceship is held together by spit and wire, it is jury-rigged and almost falling apart. We are hailed by another ship, a repair-police ship. They say that our ship does not reach safety regulations, that we must land immediately for repairs. We bluster and bluff, but we have no choice but to land. I remember a time last year when one of the cats we use as counterweights ran away. We'd had to land for repairs too. We are greeted by Ziroc on leaving the ship. Ziroc is a dandelion. After talking with him a bit - we are old friends - we go to get a drink at a cafe/restaurant. </font> Um... you see what I mean with lunatic? I mean, Ziroc? A dandelion? Cats as counterweights? I must be spending too much time here - it's rubbing off. ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...72/4711972.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/hero2.gif Kazara Sapphire Dragoness of ALSB Waitress at Cloudy's Cafe [This message has been edited by Kaz (edited 09-19-2001).] |
Oh yes, bump. I can't think of another dream I had lately, I'll be sure to post if I run into one.
------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...72/4711972.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/hero2.gif Kazara Sapphire Dragoness of ALSB Waitress at Cloudy's Cafe |
Great! Epona, Kaz: thanks for those. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no.../xyxthumbs.gif I've got a few comments about both of them, but haven't the time to write 'em up just now. For the time being, here's a 'funny':
<font color="FF3366">I seem to be some sort of janitor or security guard. I am walking through an industrial area with a lot of construction work going on. It is time for me to lock up for the day, so I travel to an upper layer of offices via a big lift and go to check that nobody is still about. To my horror, I realise that a big bunch of workers have decided to have a party in one of the offices. I open the door and start shouting at them to get out. This is when it becomes a little like a Monty Python sketch. I stand beside the door, ushering them out and I realise that I have a lot more people here then I originally thought. For ages and ages I stand by the door and they filter through person after person until the corridor is jammed full of people moaning and griping. When they are all out and I close the door I find I now have a veritable horde of people on my hands, certainly far more then could have ever fit into that one office. Perplexed, I am now faced with the problem of how to get them to the lower level. “Alright!” I say. “We’ll use Big Bertha!” Leading the way, I take them down a corridor and eventually we reach the most massive pair of elevator doors I have ever seen. They are many meters wide, and the roof appears to have been extended to accommodate the fact that they also many meters tall. I step up to the doors and with a deep resounding “DING” they slide open. The area inside the lift is vast. It would put most high school meeting halls to shame and has a thick lustrous carpet over it’s floor and walls. Pleasant music drifts relaxingly from several wall-mounted speakers. “Everybody in!” I say, herding the masses of people as they charge into the cavernous expanse. It takes some minutes for the laughing and chatting partygoers to get on board, but once they do I step in with them and the doors slide closed with a large booming sound. Pushing my way through the jam of people, I reach the control panel for the lift. I am about to press the button that will allow the lift to descend when I notice a small plaque just above the control panel. It reads: ‘Welcome to Big Bertha lifts and co, we hope you enjoy your ride!’ And just below that: ‘Weight limit: One.’ “Oh dear,” was all I could say, as a large creaking sound came from above our heads.</font> Then I woke up! And, after a few seconds, burst out laughing! ------------------ http://faceweb-004.facelink.com/edit...52/2185152.jpg http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/hero.gif "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." [This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 09-19-2001).] |
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