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    Lichi

    21/01/2016

    by , 01-21-2016 at 07:55 PM (465 Views)
    Today i've slept for 2 hours less than normal. Just because i want to change the sleep timing.

    First i dreamt that im being hit violently by my father, who was drunk and with no control, telling me that those girls aren't for men (i don't know who i was with lol). He grabs me from the neck and just throws me away in the bathroom. I break a toilette with my head and he still wanted to hit me. I couldn't defend myself because he was too strong. Then i think i woke up in the night.

    Then i dream something about Grace from The Mentalist. She was married.

    I dreamt with being in a prision in Banda Norte, in street Antartidas Argentinas. We were all guys, like 30, and most of them looked like construction workers, just few of us like 2 or 3 were skinny. Suddenly 2 men came in from the gates and they came with a lot of girls, they were hookers. But each man had to be with a girl to do some production or something like that, however not the skinny guys, so these 2 men in suits decided to kill us. When i found out i started running and hiding. They were chasing me but i managed to enter into secret doors and just fool them for a while. The ladies didn't want to be there either but they had no choice, like everyone else. So i entered a secret stone door and went to the front of the jail. There were two women, and i think they helped me scape the jail before i get caught. It was dawn outside, although it was dark inside. I ran a lot, and i got to the other point of the city, where there was a carnaval or something similar. There were tents and it was a nice environment, but i did not forget i was running because i was in danger. There was the mayor of the town doing some balance with two glasses of strong pulpus drink. I talked to him and probablhy asked him to absolve me from the crimes i was punished for.

    Then i dream about being in a kind of dark hall and there was my uncle Jose. There was a white mat and he stepped in and set himself on fire. He died and later it was his funeral. I remember i was with my grandmother (from my mother) and cried about that. But then i thought why am i crying if it is something natural a death, no matter how it happens but death itself is something natural. So I stopped crying while we everyone were going to the street. Then i think that the death was of my grandmother, who i was just with.

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