Last night I dreamt I was with a group of kids - preteens in a building I used to live in. Something bad had happened in my old room, so we weren't supposed to go in there. One guy, ignoring the warnings, went in anyway, and he didn't come back.

The rest of us waited around for a little while, then decided to go look for him.

When we opened the door the room was dark and full of raw meat.

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Yesterday I dreamt that I was employed in Hell, which looked more like a collection of old southern farm properties than flame-infested caves.

I was seeing a guy who had, for whatever reason, an unacceptable ethnicity. He was supposedly black or Indian, but he looked vaguely Spanish or Hispanic in some way. I had two sisters who were very racist, and he had two brothers who were as well. In order to evade them we had to walk in a strange dance-like pattern that, in the dream, I described as "circles". You had to take two steps forward, then one back to the right, and then one to the left, and so on. If one of the pairs of siblings caught us they would undoubtedly kill the partner whose race they hated.

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Several days ago I had a dream that I was a little boy going to therapy. I kept having flashes where I saw my own gravestone. After the second time, the gravestone had my name as well as the name of my child and grandchild on it. I realized that I was not young at all, but in fact old or dead, and the trauma of losing my child had caused me to revert to a childlike state.

Later, I was with a friend (this time I was myself) in the backyard of the therapist's office. It looked just like my backyard with no plants. He suggested we dig in a part of the dirt, so we did, and uncovered a bottle of children's vitamins. Seeing this, he became horrified, and explained to me that the therapist had been feeding him such supplements to keep him from aging, so that he would have to go to her forever (she was a children's therapist). Following this discovery, she walked out toward us with a calm, slightly resigned face. She told us that we could never tell anybody what she had done, and advanced on my companion.

He climbed into the rusty shell of a car near the spot where we had dug, but she went in after him and grabbed his arm. I, on the outside, could only watch in horror.

She held in her free hand a stapler. "Oh, staples can't kill him," I thought to myself with a bit of relief. Then, as if to defy me, she extracted a staple about the size of a large nail and began to stab him in the back. I screamed, but stayed put, not knowing what to do. He struggled until she stabbed him in the back of the neck, then went slack, with a dazed look on his face. She stabbed him once more, and he collapsed.

The last one is probably the most disturbing. . . at least to me it is. *shivers*

I've been having strange dreams lately, but none of them have really been nightmarish. It's odd, though. I go through periods of time where I dream a lot and then other times I barely dream at all. I have yet to figure out what triggers each instance.
» LostSoul13 on 2011-02-21 11:36:53

oh and I have no idea how I missed the ducks entry, but they're so cute! I absolutely love ducks. I don't know what it is, but they're just so darn cute!
» LostSoul13 on 2011-02-21 11:37:53

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Yeah it really is nasty >.< I said I hated it and he was like whats to hate its, (list of good ingredients) XD
Those are some vivid dreams, o.o
» hiddenagenda on 2011-02-22 07:42:47

Did you really recognize your "friends" in the dreams? Because I've had ones where I'm talking to complete strangers...like I know them. Real well. Not that that has anything to do with your dreams. =P

I think the hell/dance one is interesting in it's complexity. It required you to come up with an artistic rhythmic pattern that would help you evade something and you kept on doing it. Kind of like OCD. "I must do this twenty-two times or the world will end." y'know? Do you ever do that pattern in real life?
» Silver-dot- on 2011-02-22 11:52:30

Hell being a bunch of country houses made me laugh.

re: I said that until I got the Kindle. So much easier to read laying down. It's really noticeable when I rent books, now, instead of getting them on the Kindle. Probably because I like laying out in the grass and reading so much.
» Unicornasaurus on 2011-02-23 12:02:18

these are oddly fascinating
» The-Muffin-Man on 2011-02-23 03:12:54

I strongly feel that penny candy would definitely be worth a trip to Mexico.
» Amelie on 2011-02-23 09:48:37

Even though they're totally nightmarish, I'm super jealous that you're able to remember your dreams so well.

Interesting things happening in your head right now, it seems.
» Amelie on 2011-02-23 09:51:59

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