Two Dreams of Awful
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major_kerinaI've had awful runs all day. Still just getting over it.
Classical music and actually some stress worked to push me to remember my dreams. I'm pondering now that maybe I do have some wonderful and beautiful dreams but my unconscious is insensative to them or something.
Either way, these dreams were not pleasant. Not in the least.
Broken Couch
I had a dream where I was doing some normal chores and I settled in on my favorite couch and I felt a *crack* *groan*. I'm not very heavy and I'm always careful about how I sit and it was just cracking and heaving and sinking. The entire internal frame of the couch was buckling.
I stood up (carefully) and tried to fix and smooth things out and pull the cushions but then they fell back down each and every time. I felt lousy because there was nothing I could do to fix my favorite couch.
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At that point, I woke up and decided to write down the preceding dream and then, before I could set the pad down, I fell sleep again, sitting halfway up.
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A Terrifying Dream
In this dream I was in a restaurant in Mexico with an unknown, female friend. We were travelers and just finishing up with dinner. She decided to head back and I decided to stay a while and listen to the "Danzone" music (never heard of it before by name).
I check and make sure my travel's cheques and moneys are safe. I notice one of the cooks comes by and lingers and I notice a policeman by the door having a smoke.
The cook goes into the kitchen, which is behind (and turned 90 degrees) of the restrooms. I finish with the bill and give the tip and everything and I'm heading to the ladies room and arms grab me and cover my mouth.
I'm dragged into a back part of the kitchen and the cook holds up a long knife to my neck and says for me to give him all the cash. I try to scream but he jams the knife into my left arm. He keeps urging for money or he'll kill me. I give him my purse and everything in my pockets. He takes it but he wants more. He knows I have more money. He holds a knife over my groin and says he's going to rape me and cut me open with it if I don't give him more.
He puts a knife through my other arm. I try to fight but I can't resist him. He stabs me in the side and makes quick cuts all through my arms (I can vividly, painfully feel all of this in the dream). He holds the knife up to my face and is about to cut me in the face but I say I have something for him. I say I have more money. I tell him to check my sock.
He bends over and the door bursts open. The smoking policeman, an older man with a thick mustache, steps through and shoots the cook right in the head, dead (it was really loud. I can't believe I didn't wake up then). He helps me up but I'm losing blood in the dream and I'm getting woozy. Things get blurry for a bit and it feels like time pass....then, I'm sitting up with a hospital bed. The policeman is sitting beside me and holding my hand.
I'm bandaged all over and I have tubes going in. He explains that my female friend just left because she had to go eat. I've been in the hospital for a few days. It's an older hospital and the walls are a faded pink. He rubs my hand and tells me the doctor said I'm going to make a full recovery with only some small scars. I feel like I'm about to cry as he rubs my hand when I finally wake up from this thoroughly-unpleasant dream.
I was posed in the same, sitting-up position with the notepad and pen gripped firmly in my hands (the tension felt similar to arms wrapped in bandages).
I still felt a little presence of the wounds in both arms for a few minutes till I fully woke up and I was felt ill for a few hours (mainly from what I mentioned in the beginning though).
Classical music and actually some stress worked to push me to remember my dreams. I'm pondering now that maybe I do have some wonderful and beautiful dreams but my unconscious is insensative to them or something.
Either way, these dreams were not pleasant. Not in the least.
Broken Couch
I had a dream where I was doing some normal chores and I settled in on my favorite couch and I felt a *crack* *groan*. I'm not very heavy and I'm always careful about how I sit and it was just cracking and heaving and sinking. The entire internal frame of the couch was buckling.
I stood up (carefully) and tried to fix and smooth things out and pull the cushions but then they fell back down each and every time. I felt lousy because there was nothing I could do to fix my favorite couch.
-----
At that point, I woke up and decided to write down the preceding dream and then, before I could set the pad down, I fell sleep again, sitting halfway up.
-----
A Terrifying Dream
In this dream I was in a restaurant in Mexico with an unknown, female friend. We were travelers and just finishing up with dinner. She decided to head back and I decided to stay a while and listen to the "Danzone" music (never heard of it before by name).
I check and make sure my travel's cheques and moneys are safe. I notice one of the cooks comes by and lingers and I notice a policeman by the door having a smoke.
The cook goes into the kitchen, which is behind (and turned 90 degrees) of the restrooms. I finish with the bill and give the tip and everything and I'm heading to the ladies room and arms grab me and cover my mouth.
I'm dragged into a back part of the kitchen and the cook holds up a long knife to my neck and says for me to give him all the cash. I try to scream but he jams the knife into my left arm. He keeps urging for money or he'll kill me. I give him my purse and everything in my pockets. He takes it but he wants more. He knows I have more money. He holds a knife over my groin and says he's going to rape me and cut me open with it if I don't give him more.
He puts a knife through my other arm. I try to fight but I can't resist him. He stabs me in the side and makes quick cuts all through my arms (I can vividly, painfully feel all of this in the dream). He holds the knife up to my face and is about to cut me in the face but I say I have something for him. I say I have more money. I tell him to check my sock.
He bends over and the door bursts open. The smoking policeman, an older man with a thick mustache, steps through and shoots the cook right in the head, dead (it was really loud. I can't believe I didn't wake up then). He helps me up but I'm losing blood in the dream and I'm getting woozy. Things get blurry for a bit and it feels like time pass....then, I'm sitting up with a hospital bed. The policeman is sitting beside me and holding my hand.
I'm bandaged all over and I have tubes going in. He explains that my female friend just left because she had to go eat. I've been in the hospital for a few days. It's an older hospital and the walls are a faded pink. He rubs my hand and tells me the doctor said I'm going to make a full recovery with only some small scars. I feel like I'm about to cry as he rubs my hand when I finally wake up from this thoroughly-unpleasant dream.
I was posed in the same, sitting-up position with the notepad and pen gripped firmly in my hands (the tension felt similar to arms wrapped in bandages).
I still felt a little presence of the wounds in both arms for a few minutes till I fully woke up and I was felt ill for a few hours (mainly from what I mentioned in the beginning though).
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Date: 2008-08-26 05:09 am (UTC)Sorry you had such a shitty dream :(
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Date: 2008-08-26 05:36 am (UTC)I can say for sure that such people don’t deserve the pleasure of living. >_<
I hope your not to messed up for such a dream. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-08-26 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-26 06:10 am (UTC)Hey, maybe you could suck him up and spit him out as a star. Then fly way and eat a veggie and get your full health back! ^^;
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Date: 2008-08-26 04:52 pm (UTC)