Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

**Cacophony** · 04-17-2010 09:57 PM

I'm with Liz, we're on a path walking through the woods. We begin talking about how we should go traveling together and decide that we'll go to North Korea together. We continue on down the path, and come across some creepy restaurant. We stayed for a while and ate a lot of food before moving along.

After some time we arrived to a waterfall where there were two soldiers standing, waiting to greet us. They were holding huge spears and asked for our identification. I reached into my bag and found there were hundreds of little ID's with different people on them. I was scrambling to find someone who looked like me, and someone that looked like Liz. The odd thing about the ID's were that they were little black rectangles with holographic pictures attached to them. Finally I found two that seemed they would work. The two men took a good look at them, took one last look at us and flung themselves far down the waterfall. Liz and I looked at each other and continued to climb down.

We emerged into a small village where people were milling about. We ducked into a hotel which we decided to stay at, and sat on the stairs with a bunch of mirrors reflecting us. A lot of people came and walked past us giving us stern unwelcoming looks.

At one point, and this is terrible... probably one of the most scarring things that has happened to me in a dream. A girl came up to me and ripped my shirt off and started tugging on my... nipple barbells... and it was horrifying and I was really upset and I had to fight her. I kicked her in the face and Liz and I ended up getting away.

We decided to go to a town that was further north. We got there after taking a weird golf cart contraption with leather interior. It was a bumpy ride. I don't recall the driver, but it was like one of those rides at an amusement park where you're spinning really fast and one of the people riding gets crushed along the edge and the other person is stuck to continue crushing them, except I was backwards and terrified of falling out.

So. We make it to the northern town in North Korea. This town was even odder than the one that we had previously been in. Everyone was milling about, a lot of them faceless and no one was making a noise. We ducked into a little shop/shopping square type area. There were lots of angry beggars and people who were completely unhappy. The roofs were all red and it was small and people were angry and scared and didn't want us there.

I suggested we hop over to Scotland, so we did for a few minutes. Then we walked back to Korea. You know, 'cos it just works that way.

Anyway, we decided to go back down South a bit. We ran into my good friend Frody who told us he just moved to Bangkok and we should come stay with him. He said that we could either fly or take a motor boat. He got excited as he talked about the motor boat making it sound like a really fun idea. He left us there.

We climbed back up the waterfall and stumbled through the woods a bit until we came to a spot where there was a man standing, announcing in an endless stream. There was... I forget the name of what it is. You know those rides at amusement parks... they're like sky rails or something, they go over the entire amusement park...

Well - those were there. The man was announcing "Korea to Bangkok, our all new sky rail... Step right up and take a ride, you'll be there in no time!"
It was at this moment that our eyes caught the attention of a black one with darth vader sitting inside.
"Yes kids, that is the one and only Darth Vader! Now, some people say that that one's a bad omen, and our dear friend Darth never gets out of there except for the many times that cursed cart has fallen to the ground...."

We rode the sky rail thing and ended up in Bangkok. When we got there it was very dark, very late at night. I had my dog with me, this was the first time she joined me in this dream. She was very happy to see me and was wagging her tail excitedly.

Liz and I continued our walk down a dark residential alley. There were homes and apartment building spattered here and there, all crammed dangerously close together.

Somehow, Daisy (the big black dog) came off her leash and started romping wildly around the streets. I kept calling her name and she kept darting in front of cars, buses, tuk-tuks, and emerging out of strange holes I had never noticed before.

We passed a pink house that Frody was in front of. "Better get a hold of your dog," he said coldly. I hurried past. Liz and I seemed to be looking for our house, which, apparently we had one or were planning on buying one. She kept stopping in front of places that said "for sale." Finally, I came to an apartment complex and Daisy was sitting there, I put her leash on her.

End.

**Baron Samedi** · 04-17-2010 11:16 PM

Your dreams just trip me out. That's funny that you have your nipple peircings on in dreams. I rarely have glasses on, though I sometimes I dream I am wearing the clothes I fell asleep in. It probably has something to do with the pain that pervaded your dreams when you first got them pierced.

I like that avatar. Is that Tank Girl?

**Cacophony** · 04-18-2010 10:40 PM

Yeah, the avatar is tank girl, haha.

Yeah it's really weird that I have the piercings in my dreams!! I have other piercings and I don't dream about having them. I never dream about my septum piercing... Also, sometimes in my dreams I'll have my tattoos and other times I won't. Sometimes I'll have my natural hair color, sometimes my hair is blue, sometimes my hair is blonde... my appearance is usually changing, but since I got these new piercings they're consistently there.....

Which leads me to... Dream!

I'm walking down an empty street, it's in the city. I think it's New York. The thought passes that it could be San Francisco but then I decide that the buildings just aren't colorful enough.

I come to this strange spot. It's like a grassy clearing on the edge of the city that is kind of overlooking a lot of the bigger buildings. Some people are coming to me and asking if I've ever been to the pink house. I think, and I've definitely been to a pink house in Santa Cruz, but I'm not in Santa Cruz and these people have never even heard of the place. In the distance I see a large pink building with a bunch of murals and designs all over the place. I point and ask if that is the place. It is.

Apparently I've been there many times and I used to hang out there and am seen smoking pot there all the time. I explain that I don't smoke pot anymore, but these people don't seem to believe me. They are convinced that I am this girl I've seen before....

I approach the pink house after a long time of winding in and out of streets trying to find the house that I'd seen off in the distance. I kind of remember a long face painted on the side of the house, a long face with a very long neck. Upon entering, I am not surprised to see a bunch of degenerates hanging around on dingy couches doing drugs and smoking pot. I'm greeted by a very clean cut, business-like woman with short black hair and business-like attire.

She invites me into the next room. The next room is completely different than the one I had just left. Everything is white. It had just been night time, but in this room the sun is shining through the windows. The place is kind of eerie though.

My body needs to die, she tells me. They can preserve my mind and implant it into a new body, but my body as I know it is going bad and it needs to die. I fight this. I love my body and I don't want it to change. She tells me that is infected and we need to kill it, only after taking my mind out of my body. She says they can make an exact replica of my body... I know it won't be my same body and don't want this.

I make a mad dash to the next room, but all the people who I'd earlier perceived as dead beats are now standing at attention ready to jump on me. I know that I can get away, so I make a mad dash down the stairs and into the street.

Okay, this is where it kind of gets weird.

I jump into a car, a big black one. Biggie Smalls is driving. He's smoking a big cigar and is yelling about the crazy mother fuckers upstairs and how we need to get the fuck outta this town. I agree. Those bastards wanted to kill my body and steal my mind!

That's about it. I just found it funny that Biggie Smalls was in there somewhere.

**Cacophony** · 04-18-2010 10:47 PM

I'm friends with this guy. He's not a friend of mine in real life. Anyway. We've been hanging out a lot lately and we're starting to really get along.

I'm walking down a dark alley, and it's strange because there are remnants of a carnival strewn across the ground. There's a huge carnival cage that's lacking any sort of animal or... Anything.

I peer into a window of an old abandoned warehouse and see my "new friend." He's hacking people up, he's got them chained to walls. It clicks in my head. He's that serial killer that's killed several hundred people in the past few months! The panic starts rushing to my head, and I start running towards home. When I get home I grab my phone and am about to dial 911. I can't believe my friend is a serial killer. I realize that he might be around, and if I do call the police I don't want him to hack me up and find out. I look out the window and see him standing there. He's got a cold, glazed expression plastered over his face and then begins to smile. "Hi Chloe," he says, "let's hang out."

He walks in and takes my phone from me. "Cool, new phone?"

I don't know what to do and start panicking. I have to kill him or call the police or do something before he kills anyone else again.

The entirety of the dream was me trying to come up with ways to get rid of him, to get help and every time my plans were horribly thwarted. Certainly not the most original dream I've ever had but there you have it.

**Cacophony** · 04-19-2010 10:09 PM

I don't know what is up with my dreams lately, but they haven't been good.

Dream:

I'm with a friend of the family, K. We're going to a cell phone store. We go to this little mall area and the cell phone store is like a ghetto rave dance party thing. Everyone's doing drugs and stuff. I get really horrible anxiety, and I had cramped places and also places where there are tons of drugs around. I also have a fear of people slipping me drugs without my knowledge. I started getting a full blown panic attack. Everything was hazy and I stumbled out of the store, wading through a sea of people trying to get to fresh air. I got outside and was immediately hounded by people trying to make me take drugs.

K came out of the store wondering what was going on and was acting like I was the biggest inconvenience in the world. The panic attack seemed to last forever and I thought I was going to die.

Next dream:

It kind of drifted from the last dream to this one but they were completely different and also very creepy. I was trading my car in for a new one. There was a sales guy who said he could pick out the car of my dreams.

He traded my car for a black and red hearse. It was huge, and the inside was all fire apple red and black, leather interior. The back of the hearse was huge and red inside. I figured driving a hearse would be kind of cool so decided to take it. When I started driving it I realized it only got two miles to the gallon and was very sad about this and wished I would have kept my old car.

The rest was kind of boring but also incredibly creepy. Uh, I need to have more lucid dreams I think.

**Man of Shred** · 04-20-2010 02:20 AM

Hi, I don't know you very well at all. But you showed up in my Dream last night and gave me a message.

Also, From your panic attack dream. Do you suffer from these in waking life often? I had some pretty bad bouts of them last year. I overcame them without medication or counseling. If they are a problem for you. PM me and I'll tell you how I overcame them.