Tristen

This is one of my favorite dreams that I've ever had. It was so detailed and exotic. It could be a book. I honestly don't know how my mind does it sometimes.. Anyway..

The dream starts out in my high rise, New York apartment. It was very nice and contemporary. I remember there being a piano in the middle of the living area. I was playing a song in the dream that I had composed myself in real life. I went to brush my teeth and when I looked in the mirror, my appearance was quite different than my real one. I was me, but I wasn't me. I had very short black hair. I would compare it to the TRON girl. My features were different as well. I thought about taking the look on for real. I received a call on my cell phone from a very calm man telling me to be at the church at 2 am sharp.

The next thing I know, I'm in a very large cathedral. There were large men in black suits placed at either side of each entrance. I was greeted by a good looking man in regular clothes but I got the sense that he was a very powerful/ rich/ important sort of guy. He told me that "Sibil's men" were on their way and asked me if I'd be ready. I smirked and didn't reply but parkoured up the walls using the pipes and perched myself above the main entrance. I waited for a few moments and a bunch of men burst in the door, shooting and shouting. I sniped them all with absolute ease and the fuss was over in minutes. A couple of the men in suits were killed during the ambush. I went upstairs in the church, to the office and found the man that greeted me and told him it was all clear. I told him about the men and he said he would have it cleaned up. He informed me that he was going to need an escort back to his home and that he would need me to keep watch for the remainder of the night. I then noticed the man's gay partner come onto the scene and he was talking about rich man's father. Apparently the man I'm being hired to protect is a gay, son of a crime lord.

(here's where things get exceedingly weird)

The mysterious gay man shows me where I will be staying to keep watch for the night. I was like a little look out post on top of his mansion that overlooked the whole area. It was all open-windowed and it was very classy. He was very calm for a man who was being hunted. I was very calm for that matter. The dream cuts off like a movie to his point of view. I was showering across the hall from him and he was peeking through his curtains, masturbating to it. His gay partner comes in and sees it. I can tell that he knew exactly what was going on but he decided to sweep the incident under the rug. The man ceased his activities in a hurry, thinking he had gone unnoticed by his partner. They then proceeded to have sex.

Meanwhile, I had brought my violin to the lookout (derp) and played songs to myself. I am very musical in this dream. I felt very lonely as well. The music must have been my way of coping with having no friends or family. I fell asleep on duty and was greeted by a loud knock on the door in the morning. I answered and it was the gay (bisexual) rich man. He had brought room service in and thanked me for keeping him safe. I replied by saying that I was only doing what I was payed to do. I then left and the dream ended.

I think that with alot of editing and changing things around that this could be a really cool story.. It's a different concept for sure..

I had this dream last night and it has some characteristics of a nightmare but it definitely wasn't the scariest dream I've ever had. The dream starts with me and some friends (of which my brain created) exploring in the woods at night. We were laughing and having a good time, it seemed. There were about four of us. Myself, a small blonde girl named Hannah, a very pretty middle eastern girl ad a fat, ginger girl.. as I recall. We found this abandoned warehouse and we went in. I already knew it wasn't a good idea to be going into the thing. I just had one of those feelings. As we got further in, there were rooms with splattered blood and what looked like torture devices. My idiot friends wanted to keep going though, so I did. I noticed at the end of a corridor there was a cage with some lions. At this point, I was begging the girls to go. There's a gap in the dream but the next thing I remember is a man coming out with a shotgun and threatening us. The next thing I know, we're all in the torture room and the man has the middle eastern woman tied up and is raping her. Once I realized how serious the situation was I started scheming and planning to escape. I don't remember what my plans were exactly but I remember there were alot of them. I think two days passed in the dream and everyone was dead but me. I remember winning the man's favor by being really nice to him. He hadn't raped me at least. I remember pretending to be his friend and telling him everything was going to be okay. There are more gaps but the next thing I remember is that I had thrown him in the cage with his own lions and I escaped. I ran home to tell everyone and the dream changed from that story line to another. The warehouse was still the focal point, though. This time, I was in the warehouse but it was daytime and my first love was there. I thought i was still with him so we were acting like boyfriend and girlfriend. He kept trying to get me to sleep with him but I wasn't in the mood. lol. I remember there being aisles like in a store. I saw the boy that I have been in love with for 6 years in the distance and I forgot all about my first love. This time, I convinced the boy to have sex with me, using some of the bondage tools in the warehouse. Well, we did and it was very realistic. I remember feeling very happy after that and he and I were just laughing and having fun together. I then saw another one of my past boyfriends and thought.. "Oh my God.. Who am I with? Which one of these men am I actually with?!?!?" The other boyfriend approached and accused me of cheating on him and I said, " Oh well, I'm going to stay with(name of boy I had bondage sex with). If all of that wasn't enough, my current fiance showed up in the dream to give me a very warm hug. I then stole away from the boy I was with to have more bondage sex with my fiance. The end... lmao

This is one of the most horrific dreams I have ever had. It tormented me in a very strange way. Okay...
The dreams starts off with me living in a house with my fiance who reminded me of a character I had seen once in a show. (He wasn't my actual fiance.) He was a very sweet guy and he was involved with the military and about to leave. In the dream, I was pregnant with his child. Shortly after he left I went into labor and called a midwife to come deliver it. She was a kindly Mexican woman and she had brought her poodle with her. We were getting all the preparations together to have it delivered and she went into the next room to get something but by the time she got back I had already given birth to the baby. It was a beautiful baby girl and I loved her instantly. I picked her up and wrapped her in a pink blanket and cuddled her for a minute. The midwife called me to come in the other room so I set the baby down on the sofa that was in the room. I put a pillow next to her so she wouldn't roll off. I noticed the poodle was sniffing her and being curious so I shewed it away. I went to see what the midwife wanted. I don't remember what it was but when I came back into the room I found only the head of the baby girl, dripping with blood on the sofa. Over in the corner of the room I saw the poodle tearing into the baby's flesh. When I saw this I fainted in my dream into a kind of half awake, half asleep state. When I got up, the reality of what had happened hit me and I began to weep. The midwife had cleaned up the mess and was trying to comfort me by saying that the dog was only acting on instinct because the child was covered in blood. I immediately called my fiance and some friends for moral support and they all cam rushing over. I took the dog and put it in a cage. It looked hideous. It was a white poodle, covered in blood. I started talking to it to obtain some kind of closure for the situation. I said, "you're not evil.. you're just an animal acting on instinct, right?" To my utter shock and bewilderment, the dog replied. It said, "Instinct? No... I enjoyed the helpless screams of your baby before I devoured it's flesh. You didn't even hear it." The dogs voice sounded like that of a five year old, little girl. It was horrifying. After the dog responded to me I wasted no time at all. I opened the cage and took it out by its neck. I grabbed the top of its head and started to twist very slowly until the creature was in agony. After that, I began to devour the dog, myself. I woke up from that horrific dream in cold sweats. I tried waking up my actual fiance next to me for comfort but he was completely exhausted and disinterested so I laid awake for the rest of the night, afraid to go back to sleep..