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11 years ago
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Here's some other dreams I remember having
One is where I am very young, visiting a wooden house with a large porch. The house is a northern climate, on a hill. Inside, the floor is in black and white checkerboard. I go about, seeing family and others who have been dead for many years. I never, not even once, see myself, though.
One I had recently was where I had bought a huge box of toys at an auction, even though I have no children. They are to be given away. The box is on small wheels, and I sit on it, as it rolls down hill on the sidewalk, around a corner, then up and down another hill. A young boy remarks on my riding it, and I say I used to ride skateboards. He follows me into my garage. Then I notice other young men, and that the door from the garage into the house is open. Two of them grab me beneath my shoulders. I see another unwrapping a box containing a baseball bat that is in two pieces, to be screwed together in the middle. I struggle, and bite the finger of the young one who was with them, only to find that his glove is empty. I see that his sleeves are empty as well. Another tough brandishes a long bread knife, which I grab, careful not to put my fingers on the blade, and try to hold it, pushing the blade sideways. Then I wake up.
For some reason, my dreams often end with me dying.
I had one that involved me floating an inch off of the ground, sliding along as I leaned in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go. This one dream repeated, with my being occasionally able to loft upwards to hop over power lines.
One is where I am very young, visiting a wooden house with a large porch. The house is a northern climate, on a hill. Inside, the floor is in black and white checkerboard. I go about, seeing family and others who have been dead for many years. I never, not even once, see myself, though.
One I had recently was where I had bought a huge box of toys at an auction, even though I have no children. They are to be given away. The box is on small wheels, and I sit on it, as it rolls down hill on the sidewalk, around a corner, then up and down another hill. A young boy remarks on my riding it, and I say I used to ride skateboards. He follows me into my garage. Then I notice other young men, and that the door from the garage into the house is open. Two of them grab me beneath my shoulders. I see another unwrapping a box containing a baseball bat that is in two pieces, to be screwed together in the middle. I struggle, and bite the finger of the young one who was with them, only to find that his glove is empty. I see that his sleeves are empty as well. Another tough brandishes a long bread knife, which I grab, careful not to put my fingers on the blade, and try to hold it, pushing the blade sideways. Then I wake up.
For some reason, my dreams often end with me dying.
I had one that involved me floating an inch off of the ground, sliding along as I leaned in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go. This one dream repeated, with my being occasionally able to loft upwards to hop over power lines.
