I'm sorry I've been really busy lately and haven't gotten the chance to type up my dreams, well I got my chance and here are two! I'm going to try to type up maybe another two tonight.
[ I noticed something. I've been watching/seeing TV's in my dreams lately, could it be a dreamsign? ]
9/30/05
Running in Darkness
I woke up about 4:30 am and I was too tired to go and write down what I just dreamt, so I thought hey, let me try a DILD....didn't work, and this is all I can remember from
the dream I had... I was running in darkness, when suddenly someone shoots 8 bullets in my back with a shotgun. I stop and look at the bullet wounds in my stomach, then some guy in a cape (looks like a priest - black clothing) comes around me and bashes the back of my head with a crowbar...or something, and I just die. That's it.
No Feelings....
10/1/05
Los Angeles Volcanoes & Creepy Building
The memories from this dream are kind of mixed up, so I wrote it down in the most logical order; they might be 2 seperate dreams, but It doesn't seem so...
I'm watching the news on TV. I see pictures of Los Angeles from an aeriel view, and they're talking about some volcano that is erupting from under Los Angeles. I see fire spitting out of the ground, and fire catching on houses and stuff. I also see the Hollywood sign being burned... I think the next thing that happens is, I take a plane there with my family to Los Angeles, and on the way there my dad gets a piece of glass stuck in his throat somehow. When we make it there, my dad rents a car and drives over to a station...or gates of Los Angeles. My dad finds a great parking spot by the entrance in an alleyway. The entrance is like a huge gate, and up above there's a sign that says 'Los Angeles'. We go through the entrance, straight ahead of us is a wall. And on the left we see a walkway, so we go down these steps, on the left side as we go down is a chain-link fence covered with vines and behind that is a railroad. At the bottom of the steps we take a right down a little hallway and we reach a fork, we can take a left up a small flight of stairs onto the platform or go straight. We went straight I don't know what happens next, it's a blank spot, I guess we enter Los Angeles. Anyways the next thing I know, we're coming back down from that hallway, and we see a chubby woman and her family. We're at the fork, and she asks us where the trainstation is, my dad tells her to go up these steps on our right (their left). She says thank you and they went up. Then from up on the platform she asks again where the traintracks are, my dad points towards that direction, she looks and says, 'Oh, thank you.'. We keep going, around the bend, up the ramp and we're back at the entrance. We walk over to the other side of the entrance and down the alley-way, my dad says 'Wow, what a perfect parking spot, huh guys?' I said 'yeah.' Then the next thing I know, I'm walking towards an old, tall building. There are steps in front of me leading up to the front door, I don't take them. Instead I go around to the left of the staircase, there's a small passageway leading to a wooden door. I'm carrying a bucket of tar in my right hand as I go down this passageway. I reach the door, open it, and find myself in a small garage/workshop type room. It's quite small. There's a table up against a wall a few steps in front of me, with tools and things scattered all over it. I look around and feel as if I've been there before. I notice another passageway to the left corner of the room, light is shining on the side of the wall. I step to my left a few steps, and look down this passageway and I see lots of green plants; the garden, I thought to myself. I go back in front of that table, and I kneel down and open the tar bucket, I begin spreading the tar on the floor, and I pick up a tool to spread it across the floor. Then I notice there's another door, in the corner of the wall to my right. It looks exactly like the door in my garage leading into the laundry room. I go up to it, open the door, and step up into the room. It's my laundry room, and everything looks abandoned and rusty (I also don't live in an apartment, and the workshop I was just in is suppose to be my garage) I go ahead a few steps and open up another door leading to my living room. I take a step in and stop and look around. It's very dark, it looks abandoned and very ugly (torn walls, etc) I feel a little scared, I feel a sort of presence there. Directly in front of me on the floor I notice theres a folded piece of paper. I pick it up, and it looks filthy, I open it and see drawings, weird symbols, in red and black crayon. I think I hear or see something in the darkness, and I run out quickly, leaving the doors open and not looking back. The next thing I know, I'm somewhere...with my sister, I have no idea where I am. A park maybe. Anyways a woman and her daughter comes up to me and ask me if I've been to 'the building' and I said ' yeah, I have, but you don't want to go there lady.' She then insists she must go, suddenly my sister interrupts what I'm about to say and tells her she can go, and that it's always open to anyone. She says 'Thank You' and leaves. I push my sister at the shoulder and ask her why did she tell her, she said the lady needed to go so let her go. I feel a little mad at her and I just say 'whatever.' The next thing I know, I'm back at the front of the building. This time, I go right into the workshop, into the laundry room, and back to where that piece of paper was. To my right are steps, just like in my house, leading to the front door. I go up the steps, and I stand in front of the front door with my back to it. In front of me are a few more stairs to get up to the second floor. I look ahead and I see a very bright white light shining in the kitchen. I also see lots of green, and plants.(There's 3 windows and a glass door leading out to a deck back in the kitchen/dining table area, in real-life) To my right I see the balcony destroyed, beyond that I see my fireplace is destroyed, and along the walls (it's a wall made up of mirrors, big mirrors, in rl too) it's all covered with soot. It's very dark and black in this area, very disgusting. I'm starting to feel very scared. Then I notice another folded, dirty piece of paper on the steps in front of me. I pick it up, and it's like the last one, except I see stick figures this time, it looks all bloody, and one stick figure has blood squirting from its neck and it looks like its in pain. I drop it and look up to the dark area of the second floor (fireplace-side) and I see the darkness...moving, and the walls move and swirl. There's a sort of creepy drone I hear as well. Then I look to the corner of the hall which leads to the bedrooms, etc (near the kitchen) and I see darkness moving out from it, I feel something very strong. I'm extremely scared now, I believe I see a child peeking out from that darkness. I run out the front door and across the street quickly, and walk down a ramp, into what looks like an empty canal, above me I see wooden planks going across the gap(canal) which I'm in. The path ends and I can either make a left or right. I take a left and ahead of me I see a little boy with blonde hair and a man. The man is lying on the ground, he looks hurt. I walk up to them and the guy tells me 'Hey, you left the tar in there when you left.' I think I said something, but all I know is I felt like leaving, getting out of there. The little kid then says " My daddy always hires irresponsible teenage boys.' The father of this kid is still on the floor, and he's breathing heavily, like he's dying. As I start to walk away, I twist my neck left and right to snap it, the father sees this and says ' Look at him, just like his father. I know he got a piece of glass stuck in his throat on the airlines, I know.' I walk away silently, taking a right down another ramp, and into a tunnel. It ends.
Feelings: Curiousity ( I felt very curious, such as when I'm in the workshop, and I discover that door in the corner, I felt curious. ), Immense Dread ( I was totally scared to death standing there looking at the darkness move in the corridor and on the walls ), Desperation ( I was desperate to leave from wherever I was, to just dissapear from all that. )
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