I've been keeping a dream journal in an attempt to familiarize myself with my own subconcious. I figured I'd share.

My dreams are usually fucked so, consider yourself warned.


I was in a massive cluster of buildings connected by a maze of corridors. Every room except the chapel and banquet was all white. The chapel and banquet hall were both black and dark reds. There was an olympic sized pool, several conference halls, and a massive banquet hall. I don't why I was sent there but it was bliss.

The chapel had a series of clear glass panes on one end to let light in. The panes framed a view of a field and distant woods. There were several rows of pews, a stage, and a large organ on the wall opposite the windows.

The banquet hall was an elaboratly decorated room with a long table that ran nearly the length of it. Guests could eat as much as they wished.

The pool was fairly standard. No diving boards; just a few bouy ropes to divide it. The smell of chlorine was enough to erase your sense of smell.

I'm not sure how long I had been there but I hadn't slept at all. Strangely enough, I don't recall any bedrooms. Somewhere along the line, I must've done something wrong. I remerber standing and mingling with a crowd of strangers. The next thing I know, I'm laying on my back with my head through a hole staring up at the biggest blade I've ever seen. It seemed to fall in slow motion. I remember seeing the field and distant trees. The blue sky seen previously was now dark grey. As I struggled to free myself, the blade severed my head and part of my shoulder. I didn't feel it but I looked on in horror.

After a moment of shock, I stood up. My body was somehow able to see my shoulder and head. It started to run away. I was soon captured. The crowd of people I'd been chatting with earlied whisked up both pieces of me and carried them in the direction of the pool. I begged for them to stop by they didn't seem to hear my cries. They tossed me into the icy-cold water. I tried with every ounce of strength I had left to surface. The distorted celing turned from blue to pink to crimson as I sank. I tried to scream and woke up with a start.

I may or may not find a way to make this into a story.