Post by nastygirl on Jun 1, 2005 0:28:36 GMT -5
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Ok, so heres mine from a week or so ago..... Its a long one and before I was on meds. I wrote it out two days after because it bothered me and made me REALLLLLY sad when I thought about it.
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I had a disturbing dream/nightmare last night. I’m gonna try and write it out teh best I can, but details are sketchy now.
I don’t quite remember how teh dream began, but teh main characters were myself, my husband, my son Adam, my husbands boss (whom I didn’t recognize, only that he was playing his new boss) and some ones mother. There were a few others in there that well cover later.
Like I said, I don’t remember how it started, but my husband approached his boss at an airplane hangar and told him that he wanted to be there for our sons’ first plane ride. His boss agreed and made arrangements for Jason to take us on a ride or something. We might have been actually GOING somewhere, but I don’t remember.
Jason, Adam and whom ever’ mother it were sitting in front piloting teh plane. teh boss, some other man and I were sitting in teh back. I kept looking around because teh earth was being destroyed around us for some reason. As I looked behind us, teh moon had been torn outta teh sky and blown up until it resembled an EXTREAMLY jagged, HUGE spool of DARK grey thread. It was falling outta teh sky and rolling across teh earth, following us. Wherever it went, it left irregular gashes in teh ground, similar to small faults extending from teh Grand Canyon. Jason’s boss laid his head on my shoulder and I comforted him.
As I looked back at teh moon and teh landscape as it was being flattened, teh buildings around started to catch fire. Soon, teh sky started to blacken with smoke and one house in particular stood out to me. It was a two story house on a hill with one or two trees surrounding it. teh house was black and teh flames were shooting from teh top. It looked almost as if someone had cut it from black construction paper and used a fireplace as teh backdrop. I looked down as we were flying, after adjusting teh boss to a more comfortable position in my arms, and saw demons on teh ground. They looked just like humans, I’m not sure how I knew what they were, but they were yelling up at teh plane.
Jason’s boss lay across my lap and looked up at me. I thought that my husband might not appreciate seeing that, so I tried to adjust him. teh mother in teh front seat turned around and smiled at me as if it was teh most natural thing in teh world for that man to be doing that to me. She made me uncomfortable anyway. I didn’t recognize her and I’m not even sure that she was a mother. It just sounds about right for this dream. If anything though, now that I look back, she seemed more like a kind looking demon than anything. teh other man that was with us then leaned over my lap and tried to lie down as well. I adjusted both of them so that it was more comfortable for me, teh entire time thinking that it was ok because I was comforting them. I don’t remember how or why, teh second man disappeared leaving just teh boss again. He was still looking at me, but he was asking us if we needed money. He said there was some sort of foundation that he could get us money from (it reminded me of a Christian organization though) I told him that it was nice of him to offer, but we would save that money for people that really needed it. He looked at me, sat up a bit and tried to put his hand under my skirt. I saw teh mother in teh front seat glance back as I pushed his hand away and whispered that I was married. She looked away again, once more as if that was ALMOST teh most natural thing in teh world for to have happened. I grew suspicious of her then, but didn’t say anything. teh boss whispered that it didn’t matter; he would take care of everything. I think I woke up after that and teh next time I fell asleep, I was at a giant department store/mall.
One eccentric woman owned them all and made everyone dress teh same, in skimpy purple little Bo peep outfits. It was an honor to work there because teh hiring process was difficult and she only hired teh absolute BEST people in that field. My aunt Tara worked there as a pianist (I don’t know if she really even knows how to play or not) and she wasn’t wearing teh outfit. I said hi, I didn’t know that she worked here and they led me back to meet teh owner, give me an outfit and took me to a place to design some flower arrangements so she could see if she liked my work. My dream self really never did get teh arrangement started, but my mind kept telling my dream self what to do. It wasn’t working, so I woke up.
When I fell asleep again, we were all back at home and teh phone rings. It’s my husbands’ boss, or so I thought, telling me there was a package for me on teh front porch. I was also expecting another package, but I can’t remember what it was I was expecting. I opened teh door, I THINK I remember something white swirling through teh air. Not snow, but maybe ash from teh destruction and fires. I picked up a large manila envelope with a smaller white envelope attached to teh outside of it and started to sob. I knew with out looking that teh manila one contained pictures of teh demons on teh ground from teh plane ride killing his boss. As I cried and opened teh white one, my husband came up behind me in time to see me pull out a check from teh foundation his boss had asked me about earlier for 500million dollars (hey, this was a dream, remember?) Jason took teh check from me as I fell to teh ground, screaming and crying. An overwhelming sense of absolute sorrow flooded through me at teh loss of his boss. As I screamed and cried, I could hear Jason cheering about how we were millionaires and I became happy for just a fraction of a second before teh overwhelming sorrow overtook me again and I lay down and grieved. I woke up sobbing.
I have no idea why teh loss of this man affected me so. I don’t THINK I was in wuv with him, but that’s teh only reason I can think that it bothered me that much. It was so real and teh sorrow was so great that even now, writing this and thinking about it makes me horribly sad and I almost wanna cry. It frightened me, teh dream was so real. teh fire, teh moon chunk, teh death of that man, it was SO real and vivid that I wanted to record what I remembered of it before any more of teh details were lost to me."
Ok, so heres mine from a week or so ago..... Its a long one and before I was on meds. I wrote it out two days after because it bothered me and made me REALLLLLY sad when I thought about it.
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I had a disturbing dream/nightmare last night. I’m gonna try and write it out teh best I can, but details are sketchy now.
I don’t quite remember how teh dream began, but teh main characters were myself, my husband, my son Adam, my husbands boss (whom I didn’t recognize, only that he was playing his new boss) and some ones mother. There were a few others in there that well cover later.
Like I said, I don’t remember how it started, but my husband approached his boss at an airplane hangar and told him that he wanted to be there for our sons’ first plane ride. His boss agreed and made arrangements for Jason to take us on a ride or something. We might have been actually GOING somewhere, but I don’t remember.
Jason, Adam and whom ever’ mother it were sitting in front piloting teh plane. teh boss, some other man and I were sitting in teh back. I kept looking around because teh earth was being destroyed around us for some reason. As I looked behind us, teh moon had been torn outta teh sky and blown up until it resembled an EXTREAMLY jagged, HUGE spool of DARK grey thread. It was falling outta teh sky and rolling across teh earth, following us. Wherever it went, it left irregular gashes in teh ground, similar to small faults extending from teh Grand Canyon. Jason’s boss laid his head on my shoulder and I comforted him.
As I looked back at teh moon and teh landscape as it was being flattened, teh buildings around started to catch fire. Soon, teh sky started to blacken with smoke and one house in particular stood out to me. It was a two story house on a hill with one or two trees surrounding it. teh house was black and teh flames were shooting from teh top. It looked almost as if someone had cut it from black construction paper and used a fireplace as teh backdrop. I looked down as we were flying, after adjusting teh boss to a more comfortable position in my arms, and saw demons on teh ground. They looked just like humans, I’m not sure how I knew what they were, but they were yelling up at teh plane.
Jason’s boss lay across my lap and looked up at me. I thought that my husband might not appreciate seeing that, so I tried to adjust him. teh mother in teh front seat turned around and smiled at me as if it was teh most natural thing in teh world for that man to be doing that to me. She made me uncomfortable anyway. I didn’t recognize her and I’m not even sure that she was a mother. It just sounds about right for this dream. If anything though, now that I look back, she seemed more like a kind looking demon than anything. teh other man that was with us then leaned over my lap and tried to lie down as well. I adjusted both of them so that it was more comfortable for me, teh entire time thinking that it was ok because I was comforting them. I don’t remember how or why, teh second man disappeared leaving just teh boss again. He was still looking at me, but he was asking us if we needed money. He said there was some sort of foundation that he could get us money from (it reminded me of a Christian organization though) I told him that it was nice of him to offer, but we would save that money for people that really needed it. He looked at me, sat up a bit and tried to put his hand under my skirt. I saw teh mother in teh front seat glance back as I pushed his hand away and whispered that I was married. She looked away again, once more as if that was ALMOST teh most natural thing in teh world for to have happened. I grew suspicious of her then, but didn’t say anything. teh boss whispered that it didn’t matter; he would take care of everything. I think I woke up after that and teh next time I fell asleep, I was at a giant department store/mall.
One eccentric woman owned them all and made everyone dress teh same, in skimpy purple little Bo peep outfits. It was an honor to work there because teh hiring process was difficult and she only hired teh absolute BEST people in that field. My aunt Tara worked there as a pianist (I don’t know if she really even knows how to play or not) and she wasn’t wearing teh outfit. I said hi, I didn’t know that she worked here and they led me back to meet teh owner, give me an outfit and took me to a place to design some flower arrangements so she could see if she liked my work. My dream self really never did get teh arrangement started, but my mind kept telling my dream self what to do. It wasn’t working, so I woke up.
When I fell asleep again, we were all back at home and teh phone rings. It’s my husbands’ boss, or so I thought, telling me there was a package for me on teh front porch. I was also expecting another package, but I can’t remember what it was I was expecting. I opened teh door, I THINK I remember something white swirling through teh air. Not snow, but maybe ash from teh destruction and fires. I picked up a large manila envelope with a smaller white envelope attached to teh outside of it and started to sob. I knew with out looking that teh manila one contained pictures of teh demons on teh ground from teh plane ride killing his boss. As I cried and opened teh white one, my husband came up behind me in time to see me pull out a check from teh foundation his boss had asked me about earlier for 500million dollars (hey, this was a dream, remember?) Jason took teh check from me as I fell to teh ground, screaming and crying. An overwhelming sense of absolute sorrow flooded through me at teh loss of his boss. As I screamed and cried, I could hear Jason cheering about how we were millionaires and I became happy for just a fraction of a second before teh overwhelming sorrow overtook me again and I lay down and grieved. I woke up sobbing.
I have no idea why teh loss of this man affected me so. I don’t THINK I was in wuv with him, but that’s teh only reason I can think that it bothered me that much. It was so real and teh sorrow was so great that even now, writing this and thinking about it makes me horribly sad and I almost wanna cry. It frightened me, teh dream was so real. teh fire, teh moon chunk, teh death of that man, it was SO real and vivid that I wanted to record what I remembered of it before any more of teh details were lost to me."