I keep a list of dream notes on my tablet. It's not comprehensive, since sometimes I don't bother to record my dreams, but it has over eighty dreams in it now.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a tiny chapel, the size of a large bedroom maybe, the walls of which were all painted a bleak charcoal grey color. There was an arched wooden double door to my right that led out to a small graveyard out front, and ahead of me was a wooden table with benches where a couple people were sitting. There was no wall behind it, just an open space you could see overcast sky and dead grass from. I bought some sort of service or food and sat at the table, then decided I should give some money to the people around me. At this point I was a man with brown hair and a moustache and a cowboy hat, sort of like Matthew McConaughey in Dallas Buyers Club I guess. My wallet had sixteen dollars in it, but I knew I could take the money out and close it and it would refill itself. Something bad had happened to the world and it seemed like I ought to be generous with my money while it still meant anything.

I went into the graveyard as the man, and then I was a different person, though he was still there. He had an axe and he was crazy, he was killing people, he was coming after me. At first I thought he only wanted to kill people with certain characteristics, because he was distracted by someone outside who was a server, but after he had killed everyone in his way he came after me again. I ran out of the graveyard onto the sidewalk, then into the street. He kept following me. I ran along the road for awhile, stopping periodically to try to catch my breath and look behind me. He got closer and closer, and it seemed like he wasn't tiring even though I was. I tried to run in such a way that he would follow me and get hit by a car, but the car that was coming missed him. Occasionally he would stop if I stopped, but if I tried to run in a different direction he wouldn't be tricked and he would cut me off. I did this a few times, and then stopped and tried to run back to where I had come from, but he caught me. I think he killed me.

In the future, a group of people (I was a different person, but in the group) got together to try to kill the man who had been terrorizing them for so long. He had killed many of us, but we resolved to end it before anyone else died. Some of us lured him to a clearing near the chapel, and we surrounded him and decapitated him. His head fell to the ground, and there was no flesh in it. It was completely hollow and filled with huge squirming maggots. They began to crawl out of the head and we stomped on them with a mixture of fear and disgust. The leader of the group told us it wouldn't truly be over until we got every last one.

I love getting reincarnated in my own dreams.

RC: Lol, no. But on our birthdays, we always tell the story of the day we were born.
» jinyu on 2014-03-03 10:19:39

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