Nightmares
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*Lies down on the bench*Antitonic said:
Let's see: I can not say entirely for sure what the objects are, but I think they are either rocks or cubes.
As for the void, I am afraid I might not have been clear enough. I had some trouble describing the environment in which the dream takes place, because I do not really pay attention to it in my dream. There seems to be no clear end or beginning to the "chess board" I am on. It would seem my vision is not an active sense in the dream, I would say I am feeling rather than seeing; the only clear details are that the floor is checkered black and white - like a chess board - and shiny, and that there are objects of an unknown nature there. Other than that everything is hazy. I described it as a void, but if you want something more descriptive, I would say it is as if you were to stand on a huge chess board that stretches on into infinity, but there is a fog covering everything, so the chess board carefully fades into grey nothingness a set distance from the viewer.
But this is only if I were to describe it as a picture. I don't really perceive it visually, maybe it will be of more help to describe it in this way: It is as if I am standing on a huge chess board of indefinite size, and staring down into the ground, only noticing my surroundings through my peripheral vision and the general feel of it all.
In any case I am pretty sure that everything, aside from the ground and the objects (the objects I don't know the colour of), is grey.
What colours the objects landed on, I cannot remember. In fact I can not recall dropping them at all, one moment I am carrying one object, and the other I am carrying something else. I am just walking in a dreamy haze carrying objects from one point to another like an automaton (this dream first occured long before Wall-e launched
). It would seem that the entire process of reaching the objects destionation and dropping it is wiped from my memory as soon as I have done it.
All the dream consists of, really, is carrying objects over a checkered floor again and again.
For good measure: It might seem that the weights of the objects are inversely proportional to their sizes.
As for the void, I am afraid I might not have been clear enough. I had some trouble describing the environment in which the dream takes place, because I do not really pay attention to it in my dream. There seems to be no clear end or beginning to the "chess board" I am on. It would seem my vision is not an active sense in the dream, I would say I am feeling rather than seeing; the only clear details are that the floor is checkered black and white - like a chess board - and shiny, and that there are objects of an unknown nature there. Other than that everything is hazy. I described it as a void, but if you want something more descriptive, I would say it is as if you were to stand on a huge chess board that stretches on into infinity, but there is a fog covering everything, so the chess board carefully fades into grey nothingness a set distance from the viewer.
But this is only if I were to describe it as a picture. I don't really perceive it visually, maybe it will be of more help to describe it in this way: It is as if I am standing on a huge chess board of indefinite size, and staring down into the ground, only noticing my surroundings through my peripheral vision and the general feel of it all.
In any case I am pretty sure that everything, aside from the ground and the objects (the objects I don't know the colour of), is grey.
What colours the objects landed on, I cannot remember. In fact I can not recall dropping them at all, one moment I am carrying one object, and the other I am carrying something else. I am just walking in a dreamy haze carrying objects from one point to another like an automaton (this dream first occured long before Wall-e launched
). It would seem that the entire process of reaching the objects destionation and dropping it is wiped from my memory as soon as I have done it.All the dream consists of, really, is carrying objects over a checkered floor again and again.
For good measure: It might seem that the weights of the objects are inversely proportional to their sizes.
I hope that made some sense. It is really hard to describe. But try to consider this when reading my explanation: It is as if I do not see at all in the dream, more as if I am guided by my sense of feeling. But still I manage to see the objects and the colours of the floor.
Lastly, in case it is of any use: The weight from the "grain of sand" does not cause my finger to bend in the joints, it instead pushes down on my entire hand.
You know, it is really frustrating trying to describe something that is mainly a feeling. If I only could let you enter my mind.
Edit: Please, if there is anything that is unclear, do say so.
Hmmm, well i don't remember that many dreams, i can remember one about a car crash though.
Pretty scarey stuff i tell you.
Pretty scarey stuff i tell you.
I watched the film Volcano when I was around 6-7 and the bit where the driver jumps into the Larva and melts really disturbed me. I had nightmares for weeks where I would be surrounded or melted by larva etc. Don't really remember my dreams though so nothing else comes to mind, those were probably the worse.
I know what you mean. A couple of years ago I had a dream where I met this woman while on holiday. I still have a pretty good idea of what she looks like too. Needless to say everytime I go back there, I keep one eye peeled.DeadlyYellow said:
OT: I don't really have nightmares that much, I do remember one dream where a friend I had known for years pushed me into the reactor of the Death Star or something. It symbolised betrayal, I suppose. Weird thing: After a few more years, I realised what a colossal tool he was and "fell out of contact" if you know what I mean, so in real life I got to betray him. Take that dreams!
I've had nightmares where I experience no sensory input whatsoever, apart from the feeling of being in motion. It just felt like I was moving really, insanely, incredibly fast, faster and faster, until I hit something, and that's when I wake up.
It is one of the creepiest things ever, knowing an enormous impact is coming, but being powerless to stop it.
It is one of the creepiest things ever, knowing an enormous impact is coming, but being powerless to stop it.
Through flashback's I understood i was going on a plane to The USSR (!?) to see my mother who had divorced my dad and converted to communism (in the dream not real life) i arrived got of the plane and nearly everyone was bears wearing hats on Unicycles (family guy much) this car pulls up and this guy with a muschtash gets out and i say 'Hi mum' (What the fuck!) next thing i know i'm in the car headed to a creepy lighthouse where my 'mum' lives which has neverending storms. My 'mum' tells me that there is a story about bashee's exploding out of captured frogs next thin I know i'm in a basement with a tied up frog and a Banshee burst out of it sticking it's long claws into my neck. Dream ends.
that is one skrewed up nightmare
that is one skrewed up nightmare
It wasn't really a nightmare per se as in I was not totally freaked out by it. It was really creepy though and I will always remember it. I was about 4-6 years old when I had it, I am 22 now so it has stuck with me for quit some time. In the dream there was a little girl, about my age at the time, sitting on the edge of my parents bed crying tears of blood. later in the dream it turned out that she was not actually alive, just an empty husk that had this f'ed up creature living inside of her. Why the hell I had a dream like this at that age I will never know.
I only ever have nightmares when I have a fever, so they are kinda borderline hallucinations.
Anyhoo, my worst are from one of those fevers, where I was somehow chased by faceless, ominous men in black robes yet didn't run, due to being aware of the inherent futility of such an action. At the same time, I had some sort of zen-moment where I was painfully aware of how small and unimportant I was in relation to the universe.
So yeah, I was having an existential crysis while being hunted by omnipresent, frightening entities. Not a good time for a poor ten-year-old...
Anyhoo, my worst are from one of those fevers, where I was somehow chased by faceless, ominous men in black robes yet didn't run, due to being aware of the inherent futility of such an action. At the same time, I had some sort of zen-moment where I was painfully aware of how small and unimportant I was in relation to the universe.
So yeah, I was having an existential crysis while being hunted by omnipresent, frightening entities. Not a good time for a poor ten-year-old...
Worst One: I was in some kind of room that looked like the inside of an eye, someone was talking to me as a giant egg looking thing opened up with a completely black figure that sort of looked like Pinhead but he had swords for hands. He dashed towards me and as he cut me, I woke up.
Most common on: Whatever it is, I wake up after feeling like I fell. Weather it be off a cliff or off my bed, I just wake up when I feel like I fell.
Most common on: Whatever it is, I wake up after feeling like I fell. Weather it be off a cliff or off my bed, I just wake up when I feel like I fell.
I had these reoccuring dreams in which my teeth fell out, but then I found out that it was perfectly normal to have such dreams (apparently it means I'm afraid of being ugly, which is rather annoying because I don't really see myself as such a vain person).