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Melatonin makes you have weird dreams, part #23412432+
14 years ago
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Last night I dreamt I was in this massive urban apartment area with lots of grassy lots in between them. I went outside to move to what I feel like was a laundry room, but I was in a bra and white skirt and stockings. I guess I thought I'd run over to the laundry room and no one would spot me.
(I was Nao in my dream, surprisingly, not really myself. But she's somewhat like me [with the exception of the supermodel good looks] so it didn't seem that strange.)
On my way to the laundry room I saw this exodus of attractive young Japanese students being led by someone. They were all in skimpy clothing. They didn't seem saddened but something told me something was wrong. I folded into the group as they passed and took the hand of a sweet-looking, shy girl. She squeezed my hand hard. I then realized these kids were prisoners. I went with them without question.
They took us to a big room with flourescent lights and desks, something like a classroom with laptops on every desk. The kids sat down and I was still holding the girl's hand. In my broken Japanese (in my dream I really could only say what I do know IRL, which was also strange) I asked what was wrong. She explained to me what was going on, but I caught most of it through her facial expressions and tone of voice. Everyone was scared but there was no way to leave. They were in some kind of sexual slavery, though I didn't see anything happening in front of me.
I kept talking to her, assuring her without being able to really say it that I was going to save them and get them out. She held on to my hand through the whole dream. We felt totally inseparable and I felt like if I lost her I'd completely lose my will to live. It was an amazing, bewildering feeling being so close to someone I could barely talk to. All communication was physical and emotional, barely verbal. I kept assuring her, "it's okay, it's okay" because I had run out of things I could actually say in her language.
I tried to find a way out for myself and the girl -- her name escapes me now, but I had learned it in the dream -- and I think I managed to break the door free and several kids escaped, but she got left behind at the last moment. I crumpled to the ground outside as the door shut and then returned to my own apartment. I was concocting a scheme to return and save her when I woke up.
My brain is so goddamn weird at night.
Last night I dreamt I was in this massive urban apartment area with lots of grassy lots in between them. I went outside to move to what I feel like was a laundry room, but I was in a bra and white skirt and stockings. I guess I thought I'd run over to the laundry room and no one would spot me.
(I was Nao in my dream, surprisingly, not really myself. But she's somewhat like me [with the exception of the supermodel good looks] so it didn't seem that strange.)
On my way to the laundry room I saw this exodus of attractive young Japanese students being led by someone. They were all in skimpy clothing. They didn't seem saddened but something told me something was wrong. I folded into the group as they passed and took the hand of a sweet-looking, shy girl. She squeezed my hand hard. I then realized these kids were prisoners. I went with them without question.
They took us to a big room with flourescent lights and desks, something like a classroom with laptops on every desk. The kids sat down and I was still holding the girl's hand. In my broken Japanese (in my dream I really could only say what I do know IRL, which was also strange) I asked what was wrong. She explained to me what was going on, but I caught most of it through her facial expressions and tone of voice. Everyone was scared but there was no way to leave. They were in some kind of sexual slavery, though I didn't see anything happening in front of me.
I kept talking to her, assuring her without being able to really say it that I was going to save them and get them out. She held on to my hand through the whole dream. We felt totally inseparable and I felt like if I lost her I'd completely lose my will to live. It was an amazing, bewildering feeling being so close to someone I could barely talk to. All communication was physical and emotional, barely verbal. I kept assuring her, "it's okay, it's okay" because I had run out of things I could actually say in her language.
I tried to find a way out for myself and the girl -- her name escapes me now, but I had learned it in the dream -- and I think I managed to break the door free and several kids escaped, but she got left behind at the last moment. I crumpled to the ground outside as the door shut and then returned to my own apartment. I was concocting a scheme to return and save her when I woke up.
My brain is so goddamn weird at night.
Unfortunately, it means nightmares are way, way worse.
And I was in tears because it was just so fucking hilarious. Then he tells me these weird ass dreams the next morning. I already have vivid scary crazy dreams all the time, I'm scared to take melatonin even though I have a hard night sleeping. X-x;
In high school I had a dream that was entirely in German. I was speaking and be told things in German that I understood, but there was lots of German I didn't know, but somehow understood anyway.
You should visit dreammoods.com. If you're having a lot of vivid dreams (drug induced or not), you might want to look up some of the themes. I'm not sure how accurate the information is, but it's definitely interesting stuff. x3