yea,
this was a weird one,
I suppose it was because it was so close
to me waking up and that I remembered
it so well, it was just really freaky.
sometimes things are just so nonsensical
that when your in the moment you can only
operate in a way that you say
"okay, this is how things are, now how do we handle it?"
it's good to know that the body and mind when relaxed enough
can handle a problem no matter how horrifying or crazy it may be.
anywho,
just one of those things that can be interpreted in god knows
how many ways.
hope you guys dig it.
this was a weird one,
I suppose it was because it was so close
to me waking up and that I remembered
it so well, it was just really freaky.
sometimes things are just so nonsensical
that when your in the moment you can only
operate in a way that you say
"okay, this is how things are, now how do we handle it?"
it's good to know that the body and mind when relaxed enough
can handle a problem no matter how horrifying or crazy it may be.
anywho,
just one of those things that can be interpreted in god knows
how many ways.
hope you guys dig it.
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wow...
you know I didn't even think of that.
i remember another dream I had when I was 14
that I had a severed head in a box,
and I took it out in the snow with me propped it up on
turn table and started writing down all the things that it
spoke to me.
ironically so I wouldn't forget....lol.
so...
I don't know maybe that head.
but realistically I think I had to return it to Wal-mart for some reason.
something that someone got that needed to be returned, that's
more of a real life scenario that would play on my psyche bizarrely
like that. lol
oh dreams are fun.
you know I didn't even think of that.
i remember another dream I had when I was 14
that I had a severed head in a box,
and I took it out in the snow with me propped it up on
turn table and started writing down all the things that it
spoke to me.
ironically so I wouldn't forget....lol.
so...
I don't know maybe that head.
but realistically I think I had to return it to Wal-mart for some reason.
something that someone got that needed to be returned, that's
more of a real life scenario that would play on my psyche bizarrely
like that. lol
oh dreams are fun.
But who's hand was it?
Hehe I think the strangest dream that stands out to me that I had had a profound affect on me and it had nothing to do with the already rather bizzar dream but what stepped into it.....
While the dream was going focus shifted as something changed oddly, there was this iron relieve plack of Elvis (I have no idea wtf there) it rippled and distorted, the way you see heat bending the light you see it was like space was bending and rippling as water when a drop hits it. Through this affect came a cat.... Looked like any other house cat would save an air of sentience and intelligence in its behaviors and actions and it was black. This is one of the more fucked up parts mind you. It was not black as in it had black fur, no it was black in every I seance of it's being was black.... Even the 'whites' of the eyes black, teeth and claws black, tounge black and now that I think about it I'm not sure it had a shadow pork lay because that's likely what it was in a way? Idk
But it knew it was in a dream even though I did not and it looked around searching and then a pulse shot from its head like the air rippling affects on the slow mo bullets in the matrix only no bullets and it whent quite fast
EVERYTHING it came in contact with shattered to pices and the pices to pices till there was nothing but a sea of chaotic shifting energies filling the void left in its wake. It did this till a good chunk off the dream was just gone and I was starting to freak out. When it saw me and I realized it was looking for me I realized it was a dream and then it did the same thing I my direction, I kinda panicked and some how did the same thing right back at it.
However what I shot was less bullet like and more bazooka like lol like 2~3 metters wide instead of less than a foot and tore everything apart.... Just one massive unfocused blast. It's .....what ever it was we did was much weaker but it was focused and cut through mine, it weakened it a LOT slowing it down and shrinking away as the waves like canceled each other out but it was force in a small area passing through force agenst it all spread out so it hit me with still quite the punch to it. Yet what ever I shot out the wave had enough momentum that the other cutting through didn't create a gap, it just flowed around the other wave and it hit the cat.
So we both bit each other, cat got hit first though because my wave slowed it's down but not by much... Enough though to see it shatter into millions of pices though before I got bit and woke up in agony
God I was in so much pain.... So much pain I didn't leave my bed even to go to the bathroom that day just staked in bed and sleep and had horried nightmares. Was still hurting for ah few days after but not enough I couldn't take care of myself. But I was mostly bed ridden for three or four days and the nightmares I had wore the worst I have ever had in my life.
Yet when all was said and done the pent up anger and other various nasty district ice and hurtful emotions about various abusers particularly like everyone at school and the like, well they where all gone.
This was a BIG deal beacuase my pent up anger was so bad people could push me to a point where I would just snap and lose it and my beast mind would take over instead, at which time I got really really tough and strong and usaly tried very badly to hurt the person making me angry or some other aspect of my mind would jump in and displace the anger. (like one time I aprently broke the case that held the fire exstiguisher with my fist in the middle of a conversation and didn't even notice I had done it even though it was fine one moment and then bent all to hell the next). Guess at first my mind blocked out I was even doing it, but thankfully I got to a point I was aware when it happened and could kinda be a backseat driver and force my raging beast mind in the drection of something that don't mater if it gets broken
It sucked though...... After my dream though that was all gone, totally 100% no pent up anger hell back to like when I was a kid where I can't stay angry at anyone for anything. I even got hit rather hard and painfully enough to make me collapse after that and I didn't even fell any twinge of rage or the like when in the past it was more like they hit me and then I snarled and roared at them and five guys would be fighting to hold me down lol
I am so glad that's behind me and it had something to do with that dream invasion
Hehe I think the strangest dream that stands out to me that I had had a profound affect on me and it had nothing to do with the already rather bizzar dream but what stepped into it.....
While the dream was going focus shifted as something changed oddly, there was this iron relieve plack of Elvis (I have no idea wtf there) it rippled and distorted, the way you see heat bending the light you see it was like space was bending and rippling as water when a drop hits it. Through this affect came a cat.... Looked like any other house cat would save an air of sentience and intelligence in its behaviors and actions and it was black. This is one of the more fucked up parts mind you. It was not black as in it had black fur, no it was black in every I seance of it's being was black.... Even the 'whites' of the eyes black, teeth and claws black, tounge black and now that I think about it I'm not sure it had a shadow pork lay because that's likely what it was in a way? Idk
But it knew it was in a dream even though I did not and it looked around searching and then a pulse shot from its head like the air rippling affects on the slow mo bullets in the matrix only no bullets and it whent quite fast
EVERYTHING it came in contact with shattered to pices and the pices to pices till there was nothing but a sea of chaotic shifting energies filling the void left in its wake. It did this till a good chunk off the dream was just gone and I was starting to freak out. When it saw me and I realized it was looking for me I realized it was a dream and then it did the same thing I my direction, I kinda panicked and some how did the same thing right back at it.
However what I shot was less bullet like and more bazooka like lol like 2~3 metters wide instead of less than a foot and tore everything apart.... Just one massive unfocused blast. It's .....what ever it was we did was much weaker but it was focused and cut through mine, it weakened it a LOT slowing it down and shrinking away as the waves like canceled each other out but it was force in a small area passing through force agenst it all spread out so it hit me with still quite the punch to it. Yet what ever I shot out the wave had enough momentum that the other cutting through didn't create a gap, it just flowed around the other wave and it hit the cat.
So we both bit each other, cat got hit first though because my wave slowed it's down but not by much... Enough though to see it shatter into millions of pices though before I got bit and woke up in agony
God I was in so much pain.... So much pain I didn't leave my bed even to go to the bathroom that day just staked in bed and sleep and had horried nightmares. Was still hurting for ah few days after but not enough I couldn't take care of myself. But I was mostly bed ridden for three or four days and the nightmares I had wore the worst I have ever had in my life.
Yet when all was said and done the pent up anger and other various nasty district ice and hurtful emotions about various abusers particularly like everyone at school and the like, well they where all gone.
This was a BIG deal beacuase my pent up anger was so bad people could push me to a point where I would just snap and lose it and my beast mind would take over instead, at which time I got really really tough and strong and usaly tried very badly to hurt the person making me angry or some other aspect of my mind would jump in and displace the anger. (like one time I aprently broke the case that held the fire exstiguisher with my fist in the middle of a conversation and didn't even notice I had done it even though it was fine one moment and then bent all to hell the next). Guess at first my mind blocked out I was even doing it, but thankfully I got to a point I was aware when it happened and could kinda be a backseat driver and force my raging beast mind in the drection of something that don't mater if it gets broken
It sucked though...... After my dream though that was all gone, totally 100% no pent up anger hell back to like when I was a kid where I can't stay angry at anyone for anything. I even got hit rather hard and painfully enough to make me collapse after that and I didn't even fell any twinge of rage or the like when in the past it was more like they hit me and then I snarled and roared at them and five guys would be fighting to hold me down lol
I am so glad that's behind me and it had something to do with that dream invasion
you know I learned how to read dreams a bit all I can say is
your dream is based on your drawing and how it shaped your life
your weird looking hand is the strain and pains of it
the bag is...well....a sorta visualized version of..I dunno all your work
possibly your talent as an artist and how you see it sub-consciously
and the nonsensical precision tool is probably a pencil or pen or whatever you use during your drawings
your dream is based on your drawing and how it shaped your life
your weird looking hand is the strain and pains of it
the bag is...well....a sorta visualized version of..I dunno all your work
possibly your talent as an artist and how you see it sub-consciously
and the nonsensical precision tool is probably a pencil or pen or whatever you use during your drawings
yea, i thought that too,
but it could take shapes, like guns and needles but...they
were still things that I could use as tools...it just scared me
to see how it looked.
it was just too gross looking,
and it scarred me was all.
and honestly I love to draw, I never seem to exhaust from it
especially things I love to draw so "strain"...I don't have it.
the bag....maybe... I always see my work as constantly needing improvement,
but still to symbolize it to that low of an idea, makes it seem like I"m
not seeing it as needing improvement but hating it all together that I need
to scrap and and start over.
I suppose in my younger days I did feel that way,
but now I hang on to what I have and keep working on top of it
to improve it.
but I can see there is some truth to what you say.
so I do believe it to some degree.
thank you for the input on that,
that really is a bit mind opening.
but it could take shapes, like guns and needles but...they
were still things that I could use as tools...it just scared me
to see how it looked.
it was just too gross looking,
and it scarred me was all.
and honestly I love to draw, I never seem to exhaust from it
especially things I love to draw so "strain"...I don't have it.
the bag....maybe... I always see my work as constantly needing improvement,
but still to symbolize it to that low of an idea, makes it seem like I"m
not seeing it as needing improvement but hating it all together that I need
to scrap and and start over.
I suppose in my younger days I did feel that way,
but now I hang on to what I have and keep working on top of it
to improve it.
but I can see there is some truth to what you say.
so I do believe it to some degree.
thank you for the input on that,
that really is a bit mind opening.
and what you said just now cleared a bit of confusion for me
its possible that the entire dream was about you in your younger days
and how you improved seeing that the freaky hand you could change back to normal
probably means how you improved
also no problem im into meta-physical mind probeing
its possible that the entire dream was about you in your younger days
and how you improved seeing that the freaky hand you could change back to normal
probably means how you improved
also no problem im into meta-physical mind probeing
well, the thing is nothing looked mechanical at all,
it just looked like a bunch of bones and raw meat just morphing
and taking different abstract shapes.
and to lose humanity...not really, if anything I think being allowed to go
crazy and learn to really appreciate things that are fucked up
really gives a way of seeing how human a person really is.
nothing can be perfect without room for imperfection.
it just looked like a bunch of bones and raw meat just morphing
and taking different abstract shapes.
and to lose humanity...not really, if anything I think being allowed to go
crazy and learn to really appreciate things that are fucked up
really gives a way of seeing how human a person really is.
nothing can be perfect without room for imperfection.
Perfection is but a illusion, the measure of knowledge about our own imperfections adds to our talent.
Well, if you appreciated that why did you sounded so scared?
Either way, good to know you're still curious and hungry for knowledge.
It takes a long way for a human to realize the extent of its own being.
Well, if you appreciated that why did you sounded so scared?
Either way, good to know you're still curious and hungry for knowledge.
It takes a long way for a human to realize the extent of its own being.
because it was still scary to look at.
the same way certain fish and bugs in the world
are really scary to look at, even if certain bugs or fish
don't bite or won't hurt you, they can still have a very
unattractive look to them that makes your heart skip.
and in this case it was the same feeling,
brain could only handle so much of it.
the same way certain fish and bugs in the world
are really scary to look at, even if certain bugs or fish
don't bite or won't hurt you, they can still have a very
unattractive look to them that makes your heart skip.
and in this case it was the same feeling,
brain could only handle so much of it.
I love Parasyte,
and I've been reading it since 1997,
so glad it FINALLY has a tv adaptation.
yea, that last part of the dream did
make me think of Parasyte, but it
didn't really morph like that at first
it was just some weird attachment
that was needed to handle a living
satchel.
and I've been reading it since 1997,
so glad it FINALLY has a tv adaptation.
yea, that last part of the dream did
make me think of Parasyte, but it
didn't really morph like that at first
it was just some weird attachment
that was needed to handle a living
satchel.
I wonder how heavy the box was, did it make a sound inside, what is the meaning of the box to your life? A burden of some sort? The hand to hold it could mean a intricacy of thoughts, feelings wrapped up so it could transport something you couldn't handle? It reminds me a lot of hellraiser puzzle box. Something you do not wanna open.
Dreams are weiiiiiird shit, especially when you're sick!
Recently, I had a cold, and dreampt I was back in my old house in Seattle Washington. In the old house, there's a good view of the bay downtown from the upstairs window. ANYWAYS! Dreamed I was walking up from downstairs, and as soon as I got up to the point where I could see where the cruise ships and cargo ships dock, I noticed the usual pile of shipping containers at the far side of the bay... Almost immediately, my eyes were drawn to an off-colored blue shipping container. As soon as my eyes settled on it, I placed a foot on the next step. Then, time seemed to slow down. The crate I was staring at shattered, the pieces gaining a glow as the flew outwards, the now-molten shards tearing through the other containers...Then, I saw a distinctive shape... A mushroom cloud, going up from where the container was... I had this dream multiple times while I was sick, the dream going a bit further each time, the last iteration ending with me being thrown off my feet and down the stairs... If I believed in the sort of thing; I'd've said it was some sort of premonitional dream, of somebody smuggling a dirty bomb into Seattle.
Recently, I had a cold, and dreampt I was back in my old house in Seattle Washington. In the old house, there's a good view of the bay downtown from the upstairs window. ANYWAYS! Dreamed I was walking up from downstairs, and as soon as I got up to the point where I could see where the cruise ships and cargo ships dock, I noticed the usual pile of shipping containers at the far side of the bay... Almost immediately, my eyes were drawn to an off-colored blue shipping container. As soon as my eyes settled on it, I placed a foot on the next step. Then, time seemed to slow down. The crate I was staring at shattered, the pieces gaining a glow as the flew outwards, the now-molten shards tearing through the other containers...Then, I saw a distinctive shape... A mushroom cloud, going up from where the container was... I had this dream multiple times while I was sick, the dream going a bit further each time, the last iteration ending with me being thrown off my feet and down the stairs... If I believed in the sort of thing; I'd've said it was some sort of premonitional dream, of somebody smuggling a dirty bomb into Seattle.
now that is interesting,
sometimes they do hold meanings and other
times it could just be a sense of warning
just to be more cautious. not that it would
be a definite thing to occur, but some kind
of warning your mind is telling you to simply
"be careful" even if the situations are some
times the complete opposite.
sometimes they do hold meanings and other
times it could just be a sense of warning
just to be more cautious. not that it would
be a definite thing to occur, but some kind
of warning your mind is telling you to simply
"be careful" even if the situations are some
times the complete opposite.
dismemberment of any body part can be really scary,
i think a lot of people can relate to that as a common
and natural fear.
just look at 127 hours,
even though it's just a drama it really sticks out
as a REAL horror movie, it's a huge process to
go through the psychology of losing bits of yourself.
i think a lot of people can relate to that as a common
and natural fear.
just look at 127 hours,
even though it's just a drama it really sticks out
as a REAL horror movie, it's a huge process to
go through the psychology of losing bits of yourself.
Dreams sometimes can be so realistic that it will ruin you day.
Sometime (often) I can control my dreams and shape it as I like o_O
Idk how but I feel very conscious and take control.
Not sure if anyone can do this or just me one of the few who can.
Love the detailed mecha hand, this can be story of horror manga.
Reminded me of one called Parasite.
Very similar to your dream o_O
Sometime (often) I can control my dreams and shape it as I like o_O
Idk how but I feel very conscious and take control.
Not sure if anyone can do this or just me one of the few who can.
Love the detailed mecha hand, this can be story of horror manga.
Reminded me of one called Parasite.
Very similar to your dream o_O
yea, they made him more nerdy in the show,
I use to read that comic way back when it was
published in MixZine, that was back when anime
was very unique.
seems like a lot has gotten very generic over the years,
or it could just be the over abundance of things and
it only feels like it's blurring together for me.
but that was one to always stand out,
and it is a good one.
I use to read that comic way back when it was
published in MixZine, that was back when anime
was very unique.
seems like a lot has gotten very generic over the years,
or it could just be the over abundance of things and
it only feels like it's blurring together for me.
but that was one to always stand out,
and it is a good one.
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