nightmare

12/26/2011
5:30 am

My girlfriend, my buddy S., and I were out looking at a rental home. It had two stories and was rather old and dark inside. At the top of the stairs was a wooden floored master bedroom with two moonlit windows. I saw a flash of an old man sitting in a wheelchair rolling towards me. Then he was gone but the wheelchair was in place.

Old Dream from when I was probably about 10 years old

I dreamed that I was sleeping in this old cabin. The bed was next to a window that had thin curtains. There was a large red moon flooding the landscape and my room with light. Outside on a grassy hill I noticed that there was a long line of cloaked persons walking along its ridge. Then One passed right in front of my window. Its face was dark and evil and he carried a large scythe.

I ran to into the local village and up to an old man who was sitting in his rocking chair out on his porch. He looked down at me and said in a wise tone that "It's the time of the red moon." I ran back out into the village where there was panic, bonfires, and utter chaos.

09/15/11
9:00am

Driving car past the shopping centre and turn at the stop light to pick up some passengers (about 3). I get back to the stop light and blow my nose. A dark jelly like blood comes out that I can smell. I say something and pull back on the the road.

Over 10 years ago.


Dreamed that I was in an infinite bright white space (kind of like the Matrix simulator). There was a large white statue of a horse wildly rearing up and though it was motionless, I felt that it was alive.

As I approached, monk like beings cloaked in white robes began to gather around. I remember trying to speak to a few of them but they formed groups and whispered amongst themselves. Then I noticed one that was different than the rest. He was slightly taller than, had more power and was to ultimately decide what was done with me.

The being came too me and I felt evil in him and a sense that he was the celestial equivalent of an emperor. I could not see his face but I knew that he had decided that my fate was to die.

Just then the horse grasped me with his front legs lifting me up off the ground and squeezed. No matter how I tried I could not free myself and the pain and panic was growing. I couldn't breath and soon became woozy and the world darkened. After that was a black nothingness.
There was existence but I had no sense of self or any other thought.

Old dream when I was probably about 10 years old.

Dreamed that I was up in the air and when I tried to walk I would rise just as if there were stairs under my feet. I tried to walk down but I kept going up, up, up. Eventually the air got thin and I was having trouble breathing. I woke up face down on my pillow.

Long time ago when I was about 4 or 5 years old as I went to bed after watching the wizard of Oz

Dreamed that I began to spin wildly and was lifted out through the window of my bedroom. I shook myself awake and told my Mom what had happened. It was scary.

Time? fragment
Palm became infected. It hurt and was being eaten away. I used H2-O2 .. it stung.. someone was watching me do this. Infection kept growing in a circular shape until it took up most of my palm. Looking at palm there was like looking into a shallow can. the sides were pink and jelly like, no actual muscle or bone mass.

3:00 AM

Rocket Ship Mattress
Dreamed that I was on a mattress that flew out of my cousin's old house(dream house) past moon, and other places. I had slight control over the mattress(not lucid). What a rush.

Transitioned to

Choral Daemon
Running down dark empty highway 108. Chased and quickly caught by daemon. His face was like carved out pitch-black choral with skin stitched to one side. Its hands were also jagged like choral. As it got really close to my face I could see allot more frightening detail below its brown cloak. It caused me pain by sticking needles and glass into my face and eyes(it hurt but not like it really would have.). Was pretty damn scary.

7:43 AM
Note: My brother Peter is autistic and at the time I had this dream I felt that he was getting way in over his head with my parents church because something social clicked in his brain. My mother feels that his autism is being healed while I believe that that he is just changing his very extreme focus like he has always done.

I kept watching my brother drown repeatedly. There was nothing I could do. Dream transitions to funeral / show. I was standing next to a Pete look alike and and his fat down syndrome friend(DC only.) Mom was still talking like Pete was alive which made me sick and embarrassed. Part of the show is we watch Pete shoot off a cannon.

As we were leaving we started splitting up strangely marked and tagged pills. Most belonged to the special fat kid, two were mine(note: I don't do pills). Mom kept on talking and calling the clone Pete. I extremely angry and yelled at her to stop.