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15 years ago
I'm still a bit freaked out. Is this the final stage of the dream or have I finally woken up?
Earlier today I laid myself down to rest a bit, but it suddenly went from a 30 minute nap to 8 hours of raw sleep. We're talking real deep r.e.m. here. And what followed was a dream so sinister and freaky that I wonder if I've blown a fuse in my brain.
The madness started when I applied for a job at a sugar company that was frozen in time. It was still 1997 there and my responsibility should be to oversee that the fork lift drivers stacked gigantic sugar cubes the right way. The job interview went on for hours, I had to tell the interviewer everything about myself. Slowly I realised that the woman interviewing me was Mrs. Carmody from the movie The Mist (the insane, religious manipulating chick). The building was surrounded by the same mist and the horrors within it tried to break their way in to us. One of the monsters were this skinless deer like thing the size of an elephant with 8 legs. It's antlers were formed in a strange pattern, almost as they were designed by an eccentric architect.
Suddenly the floor gave in and we all fell down in the basement. I momentarily started to build an igloo of the sugar cubes to protect myself, but it was quickly teared down by an aggressive worm. Just when I thought it would attack me a face grew out of it's middle. I recognized the face, it belonged to a classmate of me who comitted suicide many years ago. He stared at me without saying anything and suddenly his large eyes melted, forming a pool on the floor. He said something like "see yourself to wake up". I then looked at the pool and saw my reflection. It wasn't my face, it was all white and made of porcelain. This made me wake up in my bed.
But I wasn't awake. I was still dreaming. As I sat in the bed I thought of the horrible dream about the sugar warehouse and decided to take a vacation and visit a friend in Singapore. In Singapore I wanted to see the old temples in Thailand, so I took a smaller airplane to Thailand. On the plane I met lincard1000 and his partner, but somehow they didn't know who I was. Half of the trip took place on a road until the plane drove off a cliff. The pilot was deranged, he flew too close to the mountains and too low. Many times I feard that he would crash into temples or forests.
After the plane landed some of the passengers went to their hotel but I and some other passengers wanted to visit the oldest temple on top of a hill. Even if it was in Thailand it was snowing. But we were stubborn and wanted to go up the long hill.
Lincard and his partner went into a side alley and over to a wall with a door. It was just an ordinary, white wooden wall, nothing particular. Why it was there I don't know. But suddenly the door opened and an old woman came out, inviting them in. But they didn't end up on the other side of the wall. Somehow the door was like a portal of some sort.
After a while I gave up walking up that long hill. I was tired and grumpy and wanted to get a warm bath, but the hotel was miles away and I had no money for transport. So I too went over to the wall and knocked on the door. Out came this elderly woman with a mix of blonde and grey hair. The only thing I had to offer her was a handful of peas. She asked if I wanted to get my palm read by her, knowing my future. I gladly accepted and was invited in.
In the living room there was this old man with white hair (probably her husband) and a boy and girl in their early teens (their grandchildren?). She asked if I wanted some tea, because tea often loosen up the soul which makes it easier to read persons.
The tea I got tasted like sweet apricot. The television in the background showed classic music videos and the atmosphere were pretty cozy. The woman continued to pour tea in my mug. I slowly started to notice that she somehow became younger. The white haired man just smiled to her and the two teenagers just chuckled.
I got this really bad feeling that something was terrible wrong. The whole sceneario seemed wrong somehow. And where was Lincard and his partner? And why was the house just a wall on the outside? I should never have entered in the first place and I was getting more and more sleepy. Just when I was about to fall asleep (the moment where you enter deep r.e.m.) I jumped in the chair as if I had gotten electricity through me. I guess it was my subconsciousness pushing me back to awareness. My first thought was to escape, but that never ends good in movies. So I said I had to visit the bathroom. The others just continued to chuckle. I quickly went out in the hallway and grabbed my shoes and jacket and just ran out in the night. From behind I could hear the woman shout my name, her voice almost begging me to come back. It sounded like she was in pain. I didn't turn back, I just continued to run away. The snow was gone and it was raning now.
Suddenly I was back in the old street where I grew up. I looked at my cellphone and saw that I had a bunch of unanswered calls. The one who had been calling me the most had the name Silverlady or Silverwoman. It was the woman that had given me the tea. Her phone number didn't make sense at all, it was as if she had called from all the phones in the world at the same time. I deleted everything on my phone in hope to get rid of her influence. I then called my mother and said I was home but couldn't remember how. She sounded worried and happy at the same time. I asked how long I had been gone and she said 6 years. While I talked to her I saw a burning tower in the horizon, and every time I spoke the flames went higher, even blocking out the sun. But I had other things on my mind than checking out the tower.
I still had the house key to her house and I locked myself in. I found her in the kitchen. She had a different hair color and style, and the kitchen was redecorated. She hugged me and said she never had given up hope, then she got angry and asked where the hell I had been. But I had the same clothes I traveled with and hadn't aged a day. Even my facial hair had exactly the same length I had six years ago.
Even if I was happy something seemed quite wrong, the feeling was very similar to the one I had in the woman's strange house. I then woke up coughing in my bed. I turned around to see if I could find something to remove the slime with and discovered that Pumpkinhead (from the movies with the same name) was laying next to me. He just looked at me with angry eyes, as if I had woken him up from a pleasant dream. I then wake up in my bed again, this time fully awake I hope.
To not know if you are still dreaming or not can be quite tiring on the psyche. Specially if you descend deep into delirium and every attempt at escaping is met by an even more bizarre terror. I really need to learn lucid dreaming, to control my dreams before they end up controlling me like a marionette doll. And who knows what will happen if they still control me after I've woke up?
I need some reality fodder.
Earlier today I laid myself down to rest a bit, but it suddenly went from a 30 minute nap to 8 hours of raw sleep. We're talking real deep r.e.m. here. And what followed was a dream so sinister and freaky that I wonder if I've blown a fuse in my brain.
The madness started when I applied for a job at a sugar company that was frozen in time. It was still 1997 there and my responsibility should be to oversee that the fork lift drivers stacked gigantic sugar cubes the right way. The job interview went on for hours, I had to tell the interviewer everything about myself. Slowly I realised that the woman interviewing me was Mrs. Carmody from the movie The Mist (the insane, religious manipulating chick). The building was surrounded by the same mist and the horrors within it tried to break their way in to us. One of the monsters were this skinless deer like thing the size of an elephant with 8 legs. It's antlers were formed in a strange pattern, almost as they were designed by an eccentric architect.
Suddenly the floor gave in and we all fell down in the basement. I momentarily started to build an igloo of the sugar cubes to protect myself, but it was quickly teared down by an aggressive worm. Just when I thought it would attack me a face grew out of it's middle. I recognized the face, it belonged to a classmate of me who comitted suicide many years ago. He stared at me without saying anything and suddenly his large eyes melted, forming a pool on the floor. He said something like "see yourself to wake up". I then looked at the pool and saw my reflection. It wasn't my face, it was all white and made of porcelain. This made me wake up in my bed.
But I wasn't awake. I was still dreaming. As I sat in the bed I thought of the horrible dream about the sugar warehouse and decided to take a vacation and visit a friend in Singapore. In Singapore I wanted to see the old temples in Thailand, so I took a smaller airplane to Thailand. On the plane I met lincard1000 and his partner, but somehow they didn't know who I was. Half of the trip took place on a road until the plane drove off a cliff. The pilot was deranged, he flew too close to the mountains and too low. Many times I feard that he would crash into temples or forests.
After the plane landed some of the passengers went to their hotel but I and some other passengers wanted to visit the oldest temple on top of a hill. Even if it was in Thailand it was snowing. But we were stubborn and wanted to go up the long hill.
Lincard and his partner went into a side alley and over to a wall with a door. It was just an ordinary, white wooden wall, nothing particular. Why it was there I don't know. But suddenly the door opened and an old woman came out, inviting them in. But they didn't end up on the other side of the wall. Somehow the door was like a portal of some sort.
After a while I gave up walking up that long hill. I was tired and grumpy and wanted to get a warm bath, but the hotel was miles away and I had no money for transport. So I too went over to the wall and knocked on the door. Out came this elderly woman with a mix of blonde and grey hair. The only thing I had to offer her was a handful of peas. She asked if I wanted to get my palm read by her, knowing my future. I gladly accepted and was invited in.
In the living room there was this old man with white hair (probably her husband) and a boy and girl in their early teens (their grandchildren?). She asked if I wanted some tea, because tea often loosen up the soul which makes it easier to read persons.
The tea I got tasted like sweet apricot. The television in the background showed classic music videos and the atmosphere were pretty cozy. The woman continued to pour tea in my mug. I slowly started to notice that she somehow became younger. The white haired man just smiled to her and the two teenagers just chuckled.
I got this really bad feeling that something was terrible wrong. The whole sceneario seemed wrong somehow. And where was Lincard and his partner? And why was the house just a wall on the outside? I should never have entered in the first place and I was getting more and more sleepy. Just when I was about to fall asleep (the moment where you enter deep r.e.m.) I jumped in the chair as if I had gotten electricity through me. I guess it was my subconsciousness pushing me back to awareness. My first thought was to escape, but that never ends good in movies. So I said I had to visit the bathroom. The others just continued to chuckle. I quickly went out in the hallway and grabbed my shoes and jacket and just ran out in the night. From behind I could hear the woman shout my name, her voice almost begging me to come back. It sounded like she was in pain. I didn't turn back, I just continued to run away. The snow was gone and it was raning now.
Suddenly I was back in the old street where I grew up. I looked at my cellphone and saw that I had a bunch of unanswered calls. The one who had been calling me the most had the name Silverlady or Silverwoman. It was the woman that had given me the tea. Her phone number didn't make sense at all, it was as if she had called from all the phones in the world at the same time. I deleted everything on my phone in hope to get rid of her influence. I then called my mother and said I was home but couldn't remember how. She sounded worried and happy at the same time. I asked how long I had been gone and she said 6 years. While I talked to her I saw a burning tower in the horizon, and every time I spoke the flames went higher, even blocking out the sun. But I had other things on my mind than checking out the tower.
I still had the house key to her house and I locked myself in. I found her in the kitchen. She had a different hair color and style, and the kitchen was redecorated. She hugged me and said she never had given up hope, then she got angry and asked where the hell I had been. But I had the same clothes I traveled with and hadn't aged a day. Even my facial hair had exactly the same length I had six years ago.
Even if I was happy something seemed quite wrong, the feeling was very similar to the one I had in the woman's strange house. I then woke up coughing in my bed. I turned around to see if I could find something to remove the slime with and discovered that Pumpkinhead (from the movies with the same name) was laying next to me. He just looked at me with angry eyes, as if I had woken him up from a pleasant dream. I then wake up in my bed again, this time fully awake I hope.
To not know if you are still dreaming or not can be quite tiring on the psyche. Specially if you descend deep into delirium and every attempt at escaping is met by an even more bizarre terror. I really need to learn lucid dreaming, to control my dreams before they end up controlling me like a marionette doll. And who knows what will happen if they still control me after I've woke up?
I need some reality fodder.
Speaking of zombie dreams. Not long ago I dreamt I got attacked by two of them. But my gun was all out of bullets and the only thing I had was a hammer. I tried to bash their skulls in, but since we were in a tight space I couldn't swing the hammer enough to get a powerful blow. So I instead started to put small nails on their lobes and used the hammer to carefully nail them. It was a slooooow process and frustrating as hell because of their constant aggressive behaviour. Their arms clawing at me, mouths trying to bite, a constant push. It was pretty tiring. Maybe you would have liked it better, mr. secretly zombie lover? :p
I hope you washed your sheets afterwards and not threw them over the mailman and beat him to a bloody pulp while he was desperately trying to get out of the sticky madness.
the zombie looked like tarman but wasnt funny at all. super unarousing! i washed the sheets after.
tarman when he was still in barrel was the scariest zombie, UNTIL i saw the runners in the dawn of the dead remake, and then till i saw the crawling woman in walking dead!!! how do you know all these terrible things?! you know exactly the worst thing to say! <3
Many people look at dreams like brain waste. But they are so much more than that. It's a subject that I'm pretty obsessed with.
It's just that they freak me out sometimes. Like hobos with shotguns. :p
For me, learning lucid dreaming was, if I recall correctly, a matter of thinking about the idea enough while awake that it would occur to me when dreaming. When it first happened, it just sort of happened.
I can only sort of control my dreams. There are still some things I can't convince myself I can do, like fly properly :) And as I mentioned before, it's no longer proof against nightmares, for whatever reason.
Anyway, you should look on the bright side of this dream - you now have most of the plot of an awesome piece of surreal fiction. Get to writing your book!
There are a few times a year that I realise I'm dreaming, but I quickly forget it again. Do you often have nightmares? For some reason I prefer nightmares over ordinary dreams. They are so spicy and I just LOVE spicy food, mental or no mental. Everything spicy gets a star in my book. (Except when touching your private parts after chopping up red chili, that's just horrible and unpleasant.)
It would be fun writing a book, but are there people out there that's interested in reading a mental stew based on my dreams and obsessions? I have some ideas for some books and it would be fun to write. But with my luck the world probably ends the same day I get it published. :p
I think you just have to wait for it to happen. You're thinking about it and talking about it, so it's on your mind.
I still think a good book could be written about that dream, though there's all kinds of stories you could make of it. The dream is just a skeleton. Unless you want to go all William Burroughs, you'd have to decide what the real story of these events is.
No, I'm not urging you to write a book x3
Does any of the medication you are on have any side effects related to sleep disorders and the like? That might possibly be a cause of some of the more unpleasant aspects of the dreams you have. And you should stop watching "Braindead" clips - that shit will give you nightmares. Well, worse nightmares.
Now, come visit Oslo where I can give you some custard. Sans ears.
As the wonderful Scaurus suggested, do some investigation into lucid dreaming - even if not completely able to be controlled, it would be better than the lurching from horror to horror that you are doing at the moment.
The medication can cause sleep disorder, but I don't think they can affect the dreams. I've gotten an increased amount of sleep paralysis the last year, and that alone is a pretty horrible thing. I think I prefer my intense dreams over that. Or maybe it's just me descending into deeper madness? Soon you have to visit me in the loonie bin. (Bring Twist.)
Braindead is brain fodder, literally. It's a movie I've seen many times the last 15 years and I never get tired of it. And the later years I've also started to feel a strange hunger every time I see it. It must be that delicious dessert with ears included. Or that delicious looking German Shepherd. That dog must have tasted GREAT since the mother ate it all in one big bite.
I will only come to Oslo if you have a barrel full of custard. And a small tube so I can receive it intravenous through my veins. I also like it's consistence. Sometimes I imagine a big alien have ejaculated into a big bowl and forces me to eat it all up. Oooops.. Did I say that out loud?
When my knee is fixed and I'm all off the medications (and have gotten a more steady income) I must come to Oslo and taste your custard. There's a possibility that I will never leave if I find it tasty. I'll become more annoying and clingy than a gigantic tick. In the end you have to set the place on fire to get me out. :D
On wednesday I had a meeting with a surgeon at the hospital, and he wanted to wait 6-8 months to see if the knee healed itself. Because an operation meant that I had to remove big parts of my meniscus, something that would affect my knee joints and such later in life. So now I'm as much fun as a barrel full of dead monkeys.
Are you capable of doing lucid dreaming? Gawd, if I was able to do it 100% I think I never would have woken up from my sleep again. Reality is so sad and boring, it's in the dreams the real fun are taking place. One of the first things I'm gonna do is rape Freddy Krueger. He's such a cocktease. Maybe bitchslap him a couple of times as I plow his burnt ass down in the boiler room. Mhm.
...then again, maybe you wouldn't
Mate, I have two almost full boxes of Edmond's Custard Powder (World famous in NZ) which would make a huge amount of the stuff - more, even, than I could probably stomach. Okay, well since it is unlikely you will be coming to Oslo before we leave permanently later in the year, we might have to come to you (and I can bring custard with me). Or at least go and visit the Coast over a long weekend or something and you can show us around maybe? See some of the sights? It is a positive sign at least if the surgeon thought there was a good chance your knee could come right by itself. And he is probably korrekt - serious surgery now could make your quality of life crap when you are a crotchety old man. Draug, putting the CROTCH into crotchety
Sadly no, I cannot lucid dream although I have been trying to teach myself.