Wolves- Rated G (there a little PG bit at the end; not much though)
I'm reading a book which is describing my dad hiking up a mountain. As I imagine it, I start to feel like I'm there, viewing my dad from the side. There's snow on the ground and it's late afternoon. There are trees all around. He walks past a large piece of ice, and sees a wolf behind it. The wolf barks at him, and he creeps past it to continue up the mountain. He passes some trees, and from behind one he sees a clone of himself. He runs back down, terrified.
He is now at the bottom of the mountain with me and my brother. We are driving in a van. It looks like we are driving on a road in a park at the base of the mountain. We stop at the side of the road and we see some wolves. They start barking at us and closing in on us. We get back in the van, drive a little farther, and stop again. Wolves start coming at us again, and one manages to get in the van. We shoo it out, and start driving again. Something is rustling around in the truck, and I realize that it's a wolf. I ask my dad to slow down so that I can climb along the side of the van and open the trunk from the outside to get the dog out. He does so, but by the time he slows down and I open the trunk; the wolf has already jumped into the seat beside my brother, where I was previously sitting. I climb into the seat behind it and kick it out the door.
I ask my dad if we can leave now, but he says he wants to make one more stop. He pulls the van off the road and drives to a spot where he sees no wolves. We stop and get out. Right away, we see a wolf charging at us, so we get back in.
I am now back to reading the book, which starts describing a sex scene (Not between any of us, mind you; the scene in the book changed too). The dream ends.
Angie- Rated G
Can't remember much of this one. I think it took place mostly on a bridge and in a valley. It involved some people I know from real life. I'm 99.9% sure Angie was in it. I remember her smiling at me... God I love that smile... ahem; anyhoo. I think it had to do with me forgetting to do something. I can't remember what.
Beach Cage- Rated R
(There's a big chunk at the start which I can't remember). I'm walking down a beach. As I walk past a group of teenage girls and old men sitting on lawn chairs, I realize that I'm wearing a t-shirt and briefs. I tell them that I look much hotter in boxers.
(Another chunk I can't remember)
I get thrown into a brownish yellow jail cell and a girl with a needle in her hand walks in after me. She's about my age and pretty. Se stabs me with the needle which I realize contains sedative. I grab a needle from out of nowhere and stab her back. We both fall to the floor. Both of us are only wearing underwear now. I wrap my arms around her, kiss her, and start making... motions. She stabs me again and I fall back. We repeatedly stab each other for a while. Eventually, she falls over. We are both still conscious, but she isn't moving and I am very light headed. I crawl over to her and grab her from behind. At some point I lost the remainder of my clothes, though she is still in underwear. I start making more, uh, motions, and a man with a needle walks in. He stabs me, and the dream ends.
Tire Volleyball- Rated G
There are about 5 people passing a volleyball around on a beach. They are standing on tires which are laid down flat. One person misses the ball and it lands in the mud. She picks it up and smashes it in someone else's face, who puts it in the mud and smashes it in another persons face. This continues about 4 times before one of the girls starts running towards the water. Her boyfriend's stranding in the shallow water. He passes her a football, but before she can catch it, a guy runs from behind her and intercepts it. The dream ends.
Dreamsigns/Common themes with other dreams
Paper Cut- Poem
Note: This isn't a dream; it's a poem I wrote. My purpose for putting it here? I sometimes get inspirational bursts of literature, but never take the time to write it down. Putting poems here will be my motivation to write down my poems. I'm also hoping to get inspired by a dream sometime, so putting dreams and poems on the same page might help. These are all first drafts (and probably only drafts), so they might not be entirely up to par.
P.S. I like to write poetry like songs. Just imagine someone singing it.
P.P.S Comments are very welcome. If you love it, tell me. If you hate it, tell me. (However, if you disagree with the message(s) implied, don't tell me; I'm entitled to my opinion as you are yours)
(I came up with this poem and wrote it down this morning. When I was very tired. I know I rhymed "weak" with "weak" but I couldn't think of anything better. I dislike the first bit of the chorus, but whatever. Hope you like it.)
The ever shining sun,
the one that we all pray for,
is always drawn with a smile,
he gives us all we need. Or
was it just a flaw in natures plan,
to have us basking in white light?
The ever raging tyrant.
Someday I'll eat away the night.
He's a strong man, he's a brave one,
full of love and grace.
Thirty years of working hard,
died with a paper cut in his face.
A Leper walked up the lord,
said "cure me Christ, I'm weak."
With a touch of his hand, the deed was done,
he made the strong out of the weak.
Was it mercy? Was it affection?
Will it work again someday?
Or was it just a sorrowful Jesus
trying to fix all his mistakes.
We all need a little hope
'cause we've all done this wrong.
Give the old man what he wants,
let's go starin' at the sun.