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What dreams may not come!
15 years ago
I've tried dream interpretation books but they give as much sense as my dreams.
Do any of you know people who can interpret dreams in a more non-gibberish way? The dream I had tonight is very similar to the dreams I use to have.
I invited a person from FA over to my place for some cake and video game playing. The said person was already eating a cake (white cheesecake) and commented on how much she loved the edge of cakes because they had the most taste. I ate some cake too and remembered I had baked two cakes for the visit. I went to the refrigerator but discovered they were both gone. It must have happened while I was at the bathroom, because I could hear some of my aunts walking into my kitchen uninvited while I was busy.
My apartment was sorta in between the first and second floor in the house where I used to live several years ago, so I dragged my body up through the hallway floor. There I met my father who told me how delicious my cakes were. I got real angry and started shouting at him, the rage wouldn't let go of me. He just told me I should relax because my relatives were in the next room. I entered the room and discovered my grandparents, uncles, cousins and some strangers all sitting comfortably in couches and chairs. They were happy to see me but I was still angry. Blinded by hate and dissatisfaction I punched them all in their stomachs real hard.
At the table I saw the rest of the cakes and took them with me to share with the one visiting me. I was also expecting a friend but he never showed up. Back in my apartment I gave my guest the cake but there was so little left that she couldn't determine a taste. Suddenly my father was back and told me a creature had smelled him and was about to tear down the house to reach him. It was a creature from his past, I can't remember it's name.
I also discovered that is was my brother who had stolen the cakes and given them to my relatives, even if he knew I had baked them for the visit. He was a manipulating bastard so I strangled him with a cable, I didn't feel sad at all. I was just so furious becasue of his manipulative behavior.
Suddenly I was my father and I had two sons that was completely unknown for me. One was named Jacob which tried to shoot my wife with a rifle. Instead of therapy I took my family with me out in a fjord where we could dive, getting or thoughts on other things than the failed attempt of murder.
Jacob would never have his right arm inside his body, it was just dangling. That was his murder arm. We were some meters down below the surface, looking at a dead coral reef. Then we went deeper. Much deeper. The darkness surrounded us and I feared the pressure would kill me.
(One of my fears is to sink down in the dark depths and feel how my head implodes of the pressure.)
Without a warning Jacob got a harpoon through his right arm. His blood was dark and thick, almost like a gelatinous mass. We were stills swimming deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the deeper we got the more blood was pumped out of his arm.
Then we heard a strange sound. Almost metallic like, coming somewhere underneath us. My fear gripped me and I tried to swim away, but we were trapped down there. Soundwaves made Jacob's blood form a strange pattern, almost like ancient symbols/writing. My wife read those and right afterwards a bunch of mutated, transparent sea anemones attacked her. They formed a ring around her and started to glow. The light became unpleasant to look at and when it was gone they were gone with it. The sound under me became stronger and more intimidating, it was directly unpleasant to my ears.
It was this creature that had been looking for my father for all those years. It was both an existing and not existing crature, somehow not of this world but still it was. This is all I can remember from the dream, I woke up right after with a bladder that was ready to burst.
There are some other small fragmens from other "chapters" in tonight's dream. Some of it involved me in a laboratory where I had fused different DNA's together in one body, and this body had become a hideous creature.
This creature managed to escape (big surprise?) and attacked everyone trying to stop it. It had a long, thin tongue it used to split persons in half with. The people it split in half didn't know they were mortally wounded until blood started to flow from their forehed. It looked like a small cut at first, but then it got wider and wider and you could see the person's face get all twisted as the brain started to notice all the damages.
Then their head would split in half, exposing the brain, cranium, musculature unde the skin, etc. It was a nice, clean cut. If it hadn't been for all the blood I'm sure I could have studied all the details. After the head had been split the rest of the body followed, the neck, chest, stomach and down to the groin.
It was easy to follow the experiment because of all the splitted bodies laying in the hallways.
Why can I never have more erotic dreams?
Do any of you know people who can interpret dreams in a more non-gibberish way? The dream I had tonight is very similar to the dreams I use to have.
I invited a person from FA over to my place for some cake and video game playing. The said person was already eating a cake (white cheesecake) and commented on how much she loved the edge of cakes because they had the most taste. I ate some cake too and remembered I had baked two cakes for the visit. I went to the refrigerator but discovered they were both gone. It must have happened while I was at the bathroom, because I could hear some of my aunts walking into my kitchen uninvited while I was busy.
My apartment was sorta in between the first and second floor in the house where I used to live several years ago, so I dragged my body up through the hallway floor. There I met my father who told me how delicious my cakes were. I got real angry and started shouting at him, the rage wouldn't let go of me. He just told me I should relax because my relatives were in the next room. I entered the room and discovered my grandparents, uncles, cousins and some strangers all sitting comfortably in couches and chairs. They were happy to see me but I was still angry. Blinded by hate and dissatisfaction I punched them all in their stomachs real hard.
At the table I saw the rest of the cakes and took them with me to share with the one visiting me. I was also expecting a friend but he never showed up. Back in my apartment I gave my guest the cake but there was so little left that she couldn't determine a taste. Suddenly my father was back and told me a creature had smelled him and was about to tear down the house to reach him. It was a creature from his past, I can't remember it's name.
I also discovered that is was my brother who had stolen the cakes and given them to my relatives, even if he knew I had baked them for the visit. He was a manipulating bastard so I strangled him with a cable, I didn't feel sad at all. I was just so furious becasue of his manipulative behavior.
Suddenly I was my father and I had two sons that was completely unknown for me. One was named Jacob which tried to shoot my wife with a rifle. Instead of therapy I took my family with me out in a fjord where we could dive, getting or thoughts on other things than the failed attempt of murder.
Jacob would never have his right arm inside his body, it was just dangling. That was his murder arm. We were some meters down below the surface, looking at a dead coral reef. Then we went deeper. Much deeper. The darkness surrounded us and I feared the pressure would kill me.
(One of my fears is to sink down in the dark depths and feel how my head implodes of the pressure.)
Without a warning Jacob got a harpoon through his right arm. His blood was dark and thick, almost like a gelatinous mass. We were stills swimming deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the deeper we got the more blood was pumped out of his arm.
Then we heard a strange sound. Almost metallic like, coming somewhere underneath us. My fear gripped me and I tried to swim away, but we were trapped down there. Soundwaves made Jacob's blood form a strange pattern, almost like ancient symbols/writing. My wife read those and right afterwards a bunch of mutated, transparent sea anemones attacked her. They formed a ring around her and started to glow. The light became unpleasant to look at and when it was gone they were gone with it. The sound under me became stronger and more intimidating, it was directly unpleasant to my ears.
It was this creature that had been looking for my father for all those years. It was both an existing and not existing crature, somehow not of this world but still it was. This is all I can remember from the dream, I woke up right after with a bladder that was ready to burst.
There are some other small fragmens from other "chapters" in tonight's dream. Some of it involved me in a laboratory where I had fused different DNA's together in one body, and this body had become a hideous creature.
This creature managed to escape (big surprise?) and attacked everyone trying to stop it. It had a long, thin tongue it used to split persons in half with. The people it split in half didn't know they were mortally wounded until blood started to flow from their forehed. It looked like a small cut at first, but then it got wider and wider and you could see the person's face get all twisted as the brain started to notice all the damages.
Then their head would split in half, exposing the brain, cranium, musculature unde the skin, etc. It was a nice, clean cut. If it hadn't been for all the blood I'm sure I could have studied all the details. After the head had been split the rest of the body followed, the neck, chest, stomach and down to the groin.
It was easy to follow the experiment because of all the splitted bodies laying in the hallways.
Why can I never have more erotic dreams?
Remind me not to bake cheesecake for you if you visit.
When I was younger I often dreamt I had a sister and she was running around in a white dress. It always ended with me killing her. In reality I have no sisters, only two brothers. Well, only one left now. I wonder if I would have been a different person if I had a sister. With my luck she would probably be stark raving mad and serving 10-20 for manslaughter and arson.
You should definitely bake a cheesecake for me and watch as I slowy go rabid and tears the whole place down like a mutated rodent in a maze made by polystyrene.
As for the cheesecake... does all that Viking pillaging come with any heaped helpings of steamy Norsk raep?
A friend of mine says that it may be my subconsciousness that's trying to tell me why I don't have a sister, some sort of rational explanation. But me killing her isn't THAT rational. Oh well, who am I to argue with the mysterious jelly like organ called the brain.
You can't have old fashioned pillaging without some brutal rape in the end. :D
The calories from the cheesecake will quickly burn away during the berserk and raping, so we can eat it with no worries of it finding the way to our hips or sides.
We like brutal rape
I'll make you some of my berry & custard pies for dessert instead.