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Black chimneys of death
15 years ago
I didn't know where I was or how I had ended up there. It was a moist cellar, but somehow I liked it there. A long vine of some sort came out of my body and started to search in all the cracks in the cellar roof. It found a hole and continued through it.
On the first floor was another me together with a woman. Both dressed in brown uniforms, I ran upstairs in fear, tried to get away from a truth I had forgot. I looked out the window and saw several black tornados reach down toward earth like tentacles. It was the past I saw, the truth about what had happened.
These chimneys of death swept across land and sea destroying everything. Turning the modern civilization to dust, I saw my home crumble, all life perished. Then there was nothing. A mass extinction, caused by something unknown. No humans left, only memories hovering as energy over the silent earth.
Æons went by, evolution found a new path, and on that path a new race of humans evolved. But not from mammals, but from plants. We were these towering, mobile plants walking across the landscape. Then out of one a human was born, pushed out like a butterfly from a cocoon. As the transparent coat of slime dried off the thoughts and memories of the old humans who had perished found their way into this new body, giving it some sort of soul.
I could remember it all, and I didn't like it. Opening the window to jump to my death the other me as a plant grabbed me and pulled me back in. Then a flower bud opened and revealed a big, red flower. Was it the heart? The brain? I touched it and a flash struck my eyes. We merged together, past and future, together in one.
My brain is trying to tell me something through my dreams but I have no idea what it may be.
On the first floor was another me together with a woman. Both dressed in brown uniforms, I ran upstairs in fear, tried to get away from a truth I had forgot. I looked out the window and saw several black tornados reach down toward earth like tentacles. It was the past I saw, the truth about what had happened.
These chimneys of death swept across land and sea destroying everything. Turning the modern civilization to dust, I saw my home crumble, all life perished. Then there was nothing. A mass extinction, caused by something unknown. No humans left, only memories hovering as energy over the silent earth.
Æons went by, evolution found a new path, and on that path a new race of humans evolved. But not from mammals, but from plants. We were these towering, mobile plants walking across the landscape. Then out of one a human was born, pushed out like a butterfly from a cocoon. As the transparent coat of slime dried off the thoughts and memories of the old humans who had perished found their way into this new body, giving it some sort of soul.
I could remember it all, and I didn't like it. Opening the window to jump to my death the other me as a plant grabbed me and pulled me back in. Then a flower bud opened and revealed a big, red flower. Was it the heart? The brain? I touched it and a flash struck my eyes. We merged together, past and future, together in one.
My brain is trying to tell me something through my dreams but I have no idea what it may be.
Lots of powerful symbolism in there, anyway. Your dreams are quite intense
I need to find a mysterious asian guy who's a professional at interpreting dreams. I've tried dream books but they are just telling me gibberish.
My interpretation is that you are despairing about something - and it may not be something you are conscious of - or if you are then it is something you are having difficulty in coming to terms with. But perhaps should you come to terms with whatever it could be like a new beginning for you.
I dunno, it could just mean that you are completely insane and want to destroy everything in your path.
Maybe the explaination is so simple that I just want to set the world on fire? :p
I'm tempted at writing short stories with my dreams as inspiration and then publish them as a book when I have 365 stories, each story equivalents one night of dreaming. And the last story shall tie all of the stories together and give the reader such a traumatic experience that his/her brain rot. But I'm too lazy for such a big project. ;_;
But yeah, with dreams being specific to the individual much of what you would write wouldn't make much sense to anyone else. As for not knowing what you want to do with your life? Mate, I am what - 10 years older than you? I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up!!