Alright.
So around 5 years ago, when I was a teenager in high school, I had ... what I had considered... the strangest and most 'horrific' (or morbid, rather) dream I had ever had. As someone who is very spiritual in his beliefs, which at the time was more Christian (which I am more 'spiritually open' and 'logically open' in my beliefs nowadays), but obsessed with the supernatural,... I assumed that this dream was slightly more than just a reflection of my subconscious. Yet, of course, its been a long time since I had this dream, and I still have the Dream Journal/Blog entry of this dream from 5 years ago ... in its purest form.
I've never actually had anyone analyze this dream, but I figure I might as well go around and get the opinions of others (I am also referencing this dream in a fiction story of mine, and so I could use your opinions creatively as well).
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Last night....
... I had the most dark and twisted dream I ever had in my entire life as I recall.
Let me describe it to you.
I found myself standing in a hellish place, the sky was bright in a panorama of orange yellow and red. The ground was similar to that inside an aqueduct or a dungeon sewer, with platforms of cobblestone and dark tiles organized in a maze-like setting without walls, and trenches for the water. However, it wasn't water within the trenches. It was blood. Thick, red, and begging to scare the hell out of anyone who wasn't a vampyr or just straight up sadistic,... though I do admit, I wasn't freightened, just really, really curious as to where the hell I was.
I looked around myself, and saw a cloaked figure, walking away from me, as if leading me somewhere. Somehow, I knew it was a witch, or some type of sorceress. I went along and followed her, wondering who she was, and where she was leading me. I had the impression that the place I was at had to do something with a graveyard. I don't remember why. I continued to follow her until she took a right, and walked slowly toward this circular platform with a pedestal on it. I also somehow knew that she knew I was following her.
She walked behind the pedestal, and looked down upon it, where a strange red ruby box or figure was sitting, with a push-in switch on the top of it. She stared at it for a few seconds and then pressed it. When she did, this visible red aura of energy, like a bright glowing orb of webbing, emerged from it, and spread outward. It dissipated before it even touched me. I knew I was in a dangerous setting, with a witch-like woman I didn't even know, with an object I wasn't sure was for, but I was nowhere near afraid. I was curious. Still curious. I took a few steps forward and looked at the woman, trying to get a better look at her face. Finally, she looked up at me with an agknowledgable look, and for a few seconds, we just exchanged stares. Then.... the slowly began to grin, deviously,... and as she did, I noticed fangs.
Then, in one swift motion, she pressed the switch again. This time, the aura of dark energy did not fail to encase me. When it did, I became paralyzed instantly. I felt the pressure around me thicken, and then, pain strick. I didn't actually feel pain in my dream, but the impression of it told me that it was supposed to be painful. I began to quiver severely. I could feel my body begin to change. To what,... I don't know. The 'pain' came over my entire body, and I tried to scream out, yet the paralysis and the muscle tension of the pain caused me to give out nothing by a ghastly groan. Then, thats when I fell unconsious in my dream, and I woke up.
.... I am BEYOND what the meaning behind the dream could possibly be, but I knew that the supposed 'witch' was actually a striga, a vampyric being which resembles a witch. ... Perhaps the dream was some morbid form of inspiration? Or maybe,... it has worth, ... a meaning, on a reality basis. If that were the case, then I definitely need to watch myself, otherwise something very bad will happen.
I also do recall when I was driving home tonight from a church youth session, I saw what seemed to be a falling star. That was something I haven't seen in a long long time. I doubt it has anything to do with my dream, but if it does, ... I'm keeping an eye open.
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I am curious to what you have to bring to the table.
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