The Realm of the Child

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

Well, it's been a while, but I finally remember a dream that I had last night.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Shocking, Cool.
Dream Setting: In a Hotel, Near a Boat, In the Desert.
Dream Characters: My Friends, The Marines, Russian Military and Robots.

I don't remember how it began, but I was a U.S. Military Marine, or a Spy of some sort. I don't quite recall, but I had done missions before. I had my outfit on, and I was told to escort these little girls into this hotel of sorts, which had all the lights off and was dark due to the night sky that blue-lit the room. I was told to shoot down these enemies that would come into the room to try and take the girls. And so I hid behind the bed, while the girls hid in other areas around the hotel, like behind a couch or in the closet, though two girls hid with me behind the bed. I held my gun, which was an assault rifle with a scope and red dot sight, over the bed, waiting. To be honest, I was terrified, though I acted brave. Suddenly, an alarm went off. Granted, I knew that it was too soon for them to be here, and so I waited past the alarm. Eventually, an Enemy would bust through the door and the girls would scream. Coincidentally, I had my aim right on him, and killed him instantly. Next, I heard them coming towards the balcony of the hotel, where there were more of the bastards. I shot down the first wave, raid drenching me as I looked to my left to find that the balcony was over an ocean, and a boat of sorts was almost directly under it. Suddenly, a few others walked casually my way, though I tried shooting them, but nothing happened. Instead, they held some other Marines, and they all looked knocked out or dead. Still, I noticed that these were of Russian descent, and that one of them was my friend Dylan! That betraying bastard then tossed one of the U.S. Marines over the balcony and into the water. I didn't know what to do, and so I stayed put.

This next part of the dream was quite far apart from the latter one. Instead, I started out in a dome of sorts, one that looked aged and old, covered in hanging vines and moss. It stood in a desert area, and I was in some sort of super-suit, which had a vest that was fit for my muscles, a helmet that looked very furturistic, and the rest to match such a theme. Still, I didn't pay much mind it would seem, and so I walked around, though suddenly, a large robot came from nowhere, and I knew that I had to fight this thing. Granted, I haven't a clue if I won that battle or not, though judging by what happened next, I'm assuming that I lost. I now had no armor, and was simply in some shoes, jeans, and a coat; stranded in the desert as just a normal civilian of sorts. I was in a creek, wondering where to go. I just laid on the ground, and waited a while, before then getting up and heading in the other direction. Soon enough, I was in a destroyed town that reminded me of a sort of old Spaghetti Western, though there were two or three random people there, I instead decided to just walk around and free-run. I believe that was the end of that.

Well, back from my lack of dream recall, I woke up remembering the strangest of dreams that I had last night.

There was not much foreplay I could remember of the first part of my dream, but what I do remember of it was strange and somewhat disturbing. I was with another person, though me and him were very similar, actually, in the way that we weren't actually humans, but white boxes with plain faces. Still, the other box told me that he had made a time machine. This was in the room of my dad's house, actually, so it all felt too strange. Still, we debated, and eventually used it. I believe we went back to the 60's, 70's and 80's. I don't remember going anywhere else, but I do distinctively remember going into a cliche 70's store and looking through 70's rocker clothing, in otherwords, baggy torn jeans, vests and headbands. Realizing that I couldn't wear any of it, due to my shape, we went back to the present. Things seemed quiet and eerie, though had a sad tone to it. The other guy told me that we couldn't go back anymore, due to a reason unknown. I went to go look into the living room and kitchen, and it was all empty, save for the kitchen, which on the chair sat the other guy, or so I thought. He now looked like me in my pre-teen years; Long hair, red t-shirt, acne ridden and with cargo shorts. I shook my head and went back into the room and told the other "Everyone's gone. No one is on this planet!" and he replied with "No one?" I nodded and looked at the other again with a concerned face "Well, you are sitting in the kitchen." he looked terrified as I said that and began ranting on about how bad this was.

That was the end of the first part of my dream, some sort of end of the world scenario. Things were similar in my next dream though, but very different as well. I believe we were in a spaceship of sorts, a very futuristic one at that. It was close to Easter, and my dad was buying me a bunch of animals for pets, and I mean a lot. Rabbits, cats, chicks, ducks. Loads of animals, even small cheetahs and other wild cats, though all of them would need to grow from their cub state. Still, My dad for some reason told me to pack all of the animals into a storage area on the ship. Soon enough, Easter (I guess...) would come and I would open the storage thing to find the creatures. I wanted the small cheetah-like kitten the most, though I found the... "cub", though it was like a small bug, spotted like a cheetah, but I even questioned it in my dream. Still, I don't remember what quite happened between there and the next event, but suddenly, all the animals were gone, just vanished. Something after than happened, and there was mention that it was "The end of the world".

What's with all these apocalypse dreams? Hmm... Maybe I can predict the future, eh?