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Bizarre dreams haunts me
16 years ago
Edgar Allan Poe once said "Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death". But why did he loathe them? Was it the feeling of being totally vulnerable when sleeping? Or was it because of the dreams? His brain decomposed a long time ago, so we'll never know. The only thing we can do is guess.
I don't loathe the little slices of death, I love them, even if it means my mind behing haunted by bizarre and wicked terrors. The boundaries between dreams and reality are weaker than we think. Who knows what kind of sinister madness that one day will escape the world with no form where the dreams are living and to our reality? What unspeakable darkness will follow?
What if our brain is nothing more than a receiver, engineered by the lost slaves of a lifeforce long forgotten? And one day a dream will tune it to the right signal which opens a gate to a horror no human have ever experiences? The end of mankind, just because of a dream. Maybe Poe was right? Maybe this was the reason for why he loathed the sleep?
I can't remember the last time I had a real pleasant dream. There are some small scenarios which seems fun, but they are quikcly turned to a struggle for survival when something from the outside finds the way to the scenery. Most of my dreams are either chasing, fighting or trying to find a way out from a trap set by something wicked. But still... I wouldn't trade these dreams with anyone, because they are like some sort of fuel that makes me go through the day without loosing the sanity.
Some of my dream tonight was rather interesting. I was sitting by the shore on an island outside of San Francisco. The island was owned by a corporation that hunted monsters that had escaped laboratories and such.
Suddenly I feel a short pain in my arm. I look down and notices some sort of thin needle sticking out of it. I yank it out and studies it. It smelled faint of apples and had a long string attached to it. Right after a big creature jumps out from the ocean and lands right in front of me. It looked a bit like the monster from The Host but a bit smaller and with exoskeleton instead of thick skin.
I knew that I wouldn't be able to outrun this creature and hiding didn't do any good either because of the needle. The needles that this beast shoots out have a serum inside of them that get injected into the victim's bodies. The cells in the serum fuses with the other cells in the body which makes it sweat more. And in the sweat there's a pheromone created by the serum that tells the creature exactly where the victim is. It can follow the victim for seveal miles with the help of the special pheromone.
So I was screwed. At least I thought I was. I managed to run and hide on top of a bunker with the creature trying to climb on top. Suddenly another creature emerged from the sea. It was much bigger than the one chasing me and I thought they would fight. But instead they just ran away together, probably to mate or something.
Later I was tasked with finding a lost elderly couple. It was snowing and my team arrived a forest. We noticed an abandoned RV (camping car), and as we got closer we noticed two dead Great Danes laying dead in the snow. Next to them was the RV which looked like someone had used a giant can opener on. Inside it was the elderly couple, dead.
The sides of their bodies were torn open and insidere there was giant eggs. Something was using them as a hatching chamber. Suddenly a giant spider like thing came around the corner. It was orange and transparent and had a giant head. One female agent screamed and got the things attention. It then spitted out an orange cloud towards her. This cloud melted off her skin and froze her at the same time. She became all jelly like and she was still alive.
I and the others started to run towards a waiting car. But the landscape had changed so we had to run up a hill formed as a spiral. The spider thing was right behind us, and no matter how many times we shot it the bullets just went right through it like it was made of rubber. Now and then an agent got showered with the orange cloud.
In the end we managed to get to the car, but the agents waiting there were dead. Big larvas was feeding on them, sucking their inner organs out. Then a darkness was spread down on us, blinding us all.
Running, chasing, struggling, terrors you never knew existed. Every dream have it's amounts of it. I wonder if my subconscious tries to tell me something..
I don't loathe the little slices of death, I love them, even if it means my mind behing haunted by bizarre and wicked terrors. The boundaries between dreams and reality are weaker than we think. Who knows what kind of sinister madness that one day will escape the world with no form where the dreams are living and to our reality? What unspeakable darkness will follow?
What if our brain is nothing more than a receiver, engineered by the lost slaves of a lifeforce long forgotten? And one day a dream will tune it to the right signal which opens a gate to a horror no human have ever experiences? The end of mankind, just because of a dream. Maybe Poe was right? Maybe this was the reason for why he loathed the sleep?
I can't remember the last time I had a real pleasant dream. There are some small scenarios which seems fun, but they are quikcly turned to a struggle for survival when something from the outside finds the way to the scenery. Most of my dreams are either chasing, fighting or trying to find a way out from a trap set by something wicked. But still... I wouldn't trade these dreams with anyone, because they are like some sort of fuel that makes me go through the day without loosing the sanity.
Some of my dream tonight was rather interesting. I was sitting by the shore on an island outside of San Francisco. The island was owned by a corporation that hunted monsters that had escaped laboratories and such.
Suddenly I feel a short pain in my arm. I look down and notices some sort of thin needle sticking out of it. I yank it out and studies it. It smelled faint of apples and had a long string attached to it. Right after a big creature jumps out from the ocean and lands right in front of me. It looked a bit like the monster from The Host but a bit smaller and with exoskeleton instead of thick skin.
I knew that I wouldn't be able to outrun this creature and hiding didn't do any good either because of the needle. The needles that this beast shoots out have a serum inside of them that get injected into the victim's bodies. The cells in the serum fuses with the other cells in the body which makes it sweat more. And in the sweat there's a pheromone created by the serum that tells the creature exactly where the victim is. It can follow the victim for seveal miles with the help of the special pheromone.
So I was screwed. At least I thought I was. I managed to run and hide on top of a bunker with the creature trying to climb on top. Suddenly another creature emerged from the sea. It was much bigger than the one chasing me and I thought they would fight. But instead they just ran away together, probably to mate or something.
Later I was tasked with finding a lost elderly couple. It was snowing and my team arrived a forest. We noticed an abandoned RV (camping car), and as we got closer we noticed two dead Great Danes laying dead in the snow. Next to them was the RV which looked like someone had used a giant can opener on. Inside it was the elderly couple, dead.
The sides of their bodies were torn open and insidere there was giant eggs. Something was using them as a hatching chamber. Suddenly a giant spider like thing came around the corner. It was orange and transparent and had a giant head. One female agent screamed and got the things attention. It then spitted out an orange cloud towards her. This cloud melted off her skin and froze her at the same time. She became all jelly like and she was still alive.
I and the others started to run towards a waiting car. But the landscape had changed so we had to run up a hill formed as a spiral. The spider thing was right behind us, and no matter how many times we shot it the bullets just went right through it like it was made of rubber. Now and then an agent got showered with the orange cloud.
In the end we managed to get to the car, but the agents waiting there were dead. Big larvas was feeding on them, sucking their inner organs out. Then a darkness was spread down on us, blinding us all.
Running, chasing, struggling, terrors you never knew existed. Every dream have it's amounts of it. I wonder if my subconscious tries to tell me something..
nunnery!head-shrink! Thankfully the dreams that are unpleasant are the ones I tend not to remember, but wake up yelling from. Don't have many of those. Just wish I had more dreams about sex So, how do you remember your dreams so vividly, what is the trick?Now and then a sexual moment is happening in my dreams, but that moment is quickly spoiled by something sinister. It's like my mind isn't allowed to enjoy what it desires. A good thing is that the things from my dreams doesn't interfere with those kind of acts when I'm awake. :p
I guess I've always remembered my dreams detailed. I've also been very obsessed with dreams as long as I can remember, and from experience it's very easy to remember things that interests you. Ask a couch potato about linear algebra and he will probably hit you in the head with the couch. But ask him about what's on the television and he will talk non-stop until you suffocate him with a couch pillow. (Just imagine the headlines in the news: Coach potato suffocated with couch pillow in couch. Half price on potatoes.)
So the trick to remembering dreams is... well, trying to remember them more? I use to write them down, maybe that help? Many times I suddenly remembers more when I write down what I already remember.
Perhaps it's one great, big, non-stop lesbo orgy in the Nunnery when nobody is looking? Maybe all the hetero porn is correct?
Perhaps what you need to do since you're so skilled with the dreaming, is to try and lucid dream. Control your dreams rather than let them control you. Then you can sex up some of the monters and get your own back?
Com'on, let's pulverize our hips with extreme boogie dancing.