DawnEye11

Pink Barrier

Inside a subway with a floating platform, flying trains and a huge area of space where all of this could fit I was waiting for the train to arrive and when it arrived it was so fast that i fell to the ground.I looked at the train and it looked like it was designed like a ginger bread cookie. I thought about how i could get inside the decorated train but saw no way into it and decided to wait for the next.

After waiting a bit the dream shifted. I was now in my house. I was inside a room and someone was talking to me as they held onto me. I got the impression that the thing holding onto me was Chuckie in the dream. It kept giving me orders as if the situation was now a life and death game where I had to comply. All of this was obviously a dream so i decided to just sit down and wait for it to disappear.Which it did.

The scene than changed again and now i was watching a episode of the Simpsons with my dad. The characters in the show were slowly disappearing and apparently were all becoming angels and going to heavens. It ended thankfully but than the talking doll came back. My dad hit the doll and told me to follow him upstairs. I followed him up into my room and the doll followed. But it changed into a creepy floating zombie girl.

My dad was fighting it in my room and i wanted to help him out. I thought about how pink was my favorite color and how funny it was that others saw it as a astral parasite repellent. I used the pink barrier to protect Kiro in a old dream and decided to use it to protect my dad."Dad! Should i use the pink barrier move?" I asked. "Yeah! Hurry up and use it!" said my dad. I used both my hands to put my dad around the barrier and the girl screamed. It was like defeating a boss in a video game. My dad was attacking and i was protecting.

When the girl was defeated she disappeared and so did my dad. The pink barrier was still present but when i tried to put it away it burst into tiny pink flames around the room. It changed from pink to blue than pink again.I thought about how pretty the flames danced on the floor and than the dream shifted. I was now sitting on my bed with my nephew and older sister. She offered me a yellow frosted slice of pie. I ate it and said it was the best cake pie ever. My nephew laughed and said it wasn't cake even though it sort of looked like a cake mixed with a pie. After that my nephew changed into a baby and my sister was going to change his diaper. Than i woke up.

Waffle Rage

Since I was tired of my cousin waking me up just so she could continue with her waffle addiction I shouted at her. She was eating my waffles again and they were almost finished. My parents were in the living room and told me that i needed to calm down. I didn't want to calm down though and hit her. She tried hitting me back and as we fought i realized there was a point where i felt overcome with the feeling of not being able to fight. Even the motion and moves i did said it was a dream.

I was happy with this and decided to use this as a way to get out my anger on my two cousins. I would have enjoyed it more if this was a shared dream and i could beat them up. I started fighting with the youngest cousin who was the one eating my waffles. I punched,kicked,tried to push her into the oven, and hit her with a stapler. As I started punching her again there was a point where she started punching quickly and said she was going to fight harder now. I lost the ability to fight at that point and was confused. I stopped for a bit and watched as she tried to punch. But she did not hit me.

I regained my strength again and kicked her into the air and started hitting her again until she disappeared. I was happy but than my brother walked downstairs with a plate of waffles. I was long gone. My rage skyrocketed. I ran downstairs and could feel the sensation that my cousins were in the room. I ran to the room and saw both cousins. The waffle monster was present. I slammed the waffles on her plate onto the floor with my hands than ran back upstairs laughing. The oldest cousin came upstairs into the living room because she wanted to fight for her sister. I was ready to fight that trader.

I started punching her and kicking her and managed to throw her off a bit. But than she started throwing punches at me. I couldn't move my right arm and i suddenly felt overcome with weakness. "Why is my right arm stuck to my back!? and how come this feeling keeps coming back?...My urge to fight is way stronger..." I thought.She laughed a bit and said her and her sister are leaving now.(The oldest already moved out and the youngest is leaving this week) As they were happily leaving i lunged at the oldest again. She pointed at me and started skipping an laughing. Than a upbeat country song of a lady started playing. I managed to push her on the porch but than the dream ended and i woke up.

Conclusion- I'm way better at fighting to protect and with love in dreams than with pure rage. :/ No more rage venting in dreams for me.