Thread: The Mind Of Cold Blooded

Yeah, but you're a GUY. We expect that kind of stuff from you. [/b]

Sure, but why can't girls have dreams like that? I lived with three other girls (two sisters and a mom) up since grade 3 until recently, and I know girls aren't as different as guys.

Oh, yeah, sure. The truth comes out.[/b]

Well, come on, you've never fantasized about beating the living hell out of an employee?

but why can't girls have dreams like that?[/b]

Oh, I didn't say that we don't. It's just that some of us feel less comfortable talking about it. I'm sure that you can find girls that will share these kinds of dreams without hesitation. But I think on a whole, more guys than girls feel comfortable doing that.

Well, come on, you've never fantasized about beating the living hell out of an employee?[/b]

Um...not really. I'm too easy-going for that kind of thing. Or maybe it's that testosterone thing again.

Um...not really. I'm too easy-going for that kind of thing. Or maybe it's that testosterone thing again[/b]

Hehe, most likely.

Well, I had another dream last night! Or a mixture of the two, it was really weird. I had to get up at 5:30 in the morning to get ready for work, and I had my dads cell phone beside me with an alarm clock set up on it. The entire dream was very disorganized, and I'm having a hard time finding which segment came first. I'll place it in the most logical sense.

Anyways, let's title this badboy.

Dream #7 - Tardiness, Sleepovers, and Maniac Babysitters!

At the very beginning of the dream, I was, well... sleeping. I remember hearing the cell phone alarm go off and I wake up to find Sascha and Brittany in the same bed as me. We're all having a sleepover . They tell me to turn off the cell phone and I do. I think we all go back to bed.

I have a non-lucid false awakening, where the phone alarm goes off again (I actually thought I was awake), and the clock says I'm late! I get up and look at my work pants. They are covered in white cat hair; I freak out and start trying to peel the cat hair strand by strand off my black pants. I don't remember what immediately came after that (probably something else related to work).

Next thing I know, though, I'm in the rearseat of a car driving Brittany home, and she gets out and hits her breast on the door for some reason.

The next scene felt very cinematic-like, and I took no part at all. I was more like an all-seeing camera, which went from character to character. This has never happened (and if it has it's been forgotten). Anyways, the house it took place at looked very much like my dads, and so did the surrounding street. There was a babysitter who was taking care of some kids, and they all went outside onto the middle of the street in the middle of the night, and were playing. The neighbours kids come out, and start infuriating the babysitter; like, pushing her around and calling her names. I remember having a close-up of this one kid who I saw at the grocery store I work at, who came up to me and said "Hi." Well, the babysitter snaps or something and either pushes or strangles the kid and kills him.

The next scene is the family sitting around at a table, and I think the neighbours parents and the parents who hired the babysitter got married for some reason? I don't know why I thought that I just knew it. The man (I'm assuming the dad) had a small brown beard and hollow eyes. There was one small kid there and an older teenage girl with long brown hair and some pimples on her face. There was a mom there, too, but I didn't get a chance to see what she looked like.

The mom was talking, saying a bunch of stuff they found in the babysitters purse, and I remember the ending line being something like "...and we found four hits of acid in her bag." The girl stands up in protest, close-up on her face, very dramatic atmosphere.

She says, "We all know this isn't her fault! And besides, now I'm dropping them." With a very edgy attitude.

Then the alarm of the clock woke me up for real and I got ready for work.

Hey, thanks to you I just had a dream where I was totally "beating the living hell" out of someone.

I need to write it in my journal. But I still have an hour and a half before I have to get up, so I think I'll go back to bed first. May even try to WILD--though I'm not sure there is enough time. I'll let you know if anything happens.


Edit:
Nope, no WILD. After a few minutes I realized that if I wanted to get any more sleep that night I needed to do it the regular way. So I just slept...but I did have 2 more dreams.

They are all now written.

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Hey, thanks to you I just had a dream where I was totally "beating the living hell" out of someone[/b]

Haha&#33; Not sorry.

Ah, don&#39;t beat me up, I&#39;m just kidding&#33;

Heh.

I should totally kick your butt.

You should, but you wouldn&#39;t.

I had a dream this morning, but it was weird - it wasn&#39;t one of those dreams where you&#39;re actually immersed in your own subconscious world. No, instead, I didn&#39;t remember it until after I had woken up. Weird, eh?

Let&#39;s see how much I remember even though I&#39;ve already had a full day of school.

Dream #8 - Sidewalkboarding and Film Class

Alright, well, I think the film class segment was actually first. I was in this fictional classroom where a fellow student who&#39;s in my class in reality was sitting down; he&#39;s been arguing with me and my group about cameras and tapes and equipment for a while, but, tough luck buddy - I think this is what caused this.

In the dream, he was bitching about the cameras, again, and I remember arguing back and eventually saying, "Suck my dick." Then I turned around and went through a door into the adjacent room. The younger film teacher was sitting there on a stool and he seemed really angry at me. He was lecturing me, and then he punched me in the stomach. I laughed, and he got angrier. He&#39;s swaying around on the stool awhile he talks, which is weird. He punches me in the stomach again, and I laugh more. He continues to lecture me as I walk out of the door and simultaneously out of this segment of dream.

Next part I can remember is vague, but I can remember I was back in the town I used to live in. I was going down this really steep hill awhile it was raining on a snowboard, except I think it may of been snowing up at the top and as I rode down it thinned out to the point where it was pavement. I reached the very bottom (where there were a lot of traffic, so I stuck to the sidewalks) and still managed to ride for quite awhile until I lost momentum and stopped. I think I remember seeing my friend Johnny (his name keeps popping up in my head) and hung out with him for the rest of the dream.
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My question is, why is there so much anger in my dreams as of late? I can&#39;t help but think I&#39;m nearing a mental breakdown.

Originally Posted by CoLd

I&#39;m so afraid of black widows. Any insect that can kill you freaks me out. You&#39;re quite brave&#33;
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Do they have a lot of Black Widows in BC? I don&#39;t think I have ever lived anywhere where I couldn&#39;t find dozens within a few of our house and all over our yard.

You should, but you wouldn&#39;t. [/b]

Or maybe I&#39;ll just box up my Black Widow and send you a care package.

You know, I take back that last statement of mine. It was quite cruel...and that is just not me.

(I mean, who knows what might have happened to that poor little black widow if I actually went through with it??)

I&#39;m actually not sure if there&#39;s any black widows in BC. I haven&#39;t heard of them being up here. In fact, I haven&#39;t seen any up here.

Hahahaha, oh that poor black widow.

I&#39;m actually not sure if there&#39;s any black widows in BC. I haven&#39;t heard of them being up here. In fact, I haven&#39;t seen any up here.[/b]

Really? Hm. Like I told Jess, I thought they were everywhere. But lucky me, they are everywhere where I am.

We had just as many in Los Angeles (where I grew up) as we have here. My sister and I used to play in the narrow side yard. We liked it because there were piles of boards and an old school desk...fun things to play in/on. There were BW webs on everything, but we didn&#39;t care. It&#39;s amazing we weren&#39;t bitten.

And in fact, we used to get them in the house there quite often. And here, I&#39;ve only found two, I think.

Funny...I thought everyone had them around.

Ah, sorry, I let time get the best of me. Here are the two dreams (over the course of two nights).

Dream #9 - Old Friends, Secret Doors and Coke Blak

Okay, well we start off in a fictional house with my old (attractive) nextdoor neighbour, who we&#39;ll call J. I can recall walking up stairs and my other friend in front and then we started pushing him becuase he got stuck. For some reason we can&#39;t move him and the dream transitions.

I&#39;m a bathroom with my new friend Mark, and there&#39;s tons of mirrors all over the walls. Suddenly there&#39;s no door (or we can&#39;t find it) and I start pressing the mirrors. One of them somehow opens up a secret passage that leads us back into a hallway.

Transition again. We&#39;re in the basement of this fictional house with girls I have never seen before. We&#39;re all drinking vodka and it&#39;s been put into a large bucket. The girls pour Coke Blak into the bucket and I ask what it is they&#39;re dumping in there. They say, "Coke Blak&#33;"

That&#39;s all I can remember from the other night.

Dream #10 - Revisited Hookups

I&#39;m at my old school (apparently) in the hallway with my new friends from Abbotsford. Brittany walks by and I tell her &#39;happy birthday&#39; and we make out intensely until I wake up. That&#39;s all I remember, hahaha.

Hmmm, lots of dreams about Brittany lately, eh?

Hmmm, lots of dreams about Brittany lately, eh?[/b]

One might think.

Hey, I&#39;m going to bump this back up the the top to remind you to write down your "canyon and river" dream.

Have you ever been river rafting? I haven&#39;t but would love to.

Well, the funny thing is, I&#39;ve had many dreams about her in the past, in entries that precede the first posting on my dream journal here. What&#39;s weird, though, that I just realized, is that those older dreams came true on my birthday; maybe this is a sign that it is going to happen soon again&#33; Oh, man, I&#39;d be so happy if that happened.

I&#39;m not going to lie, I was fairly high when I went to bed last night. Don&#39;t judge me, though&#33; I haven&#39;t smoked weed since the beginning of summer, and that was a major accomplishment. Anyways, back to the dream, thanks for bumping me up.

Dream #11 - Metal Barn Parties, Hiding The Stash, and Beautiful Walks

Alright, well, we were in a massive barn-like structure that was made of shining metal, surrounded by a magnificent, blooming forest. I think it was supposed to be my house, and it was on a green slope that eventually eased off to form a massive cliff. There were lots of people there, and I&#39;m starting to think it was a party. The entire dream I feel like I&#39;m trying to get somewhere or do something specific.

My new friend Oneil was over at this &#39;house&#39; of mine, the entire time he is over is a blur, but he eventually leaves. Next me and my mom are in my room (apparently) and she&#39;s putting up curtains or doing something inside the closet. My room is empty, giving the impression that we&#39;re moving out or moving in. There&#39;s someone else in my room who sounds and looks like he&#39;s my age, and he tells me something about Oneil leaving his stash here, and then nods over towards the curtains. I look over, see a Ziploc bag poking out behind one of the curtains, take it and walk past my mom, down some stairs, and to a kitchen. I remember walking past a white fridge to my backpack, and then stuffing the bag filled with weed into it. I make sure it&#39;s closed and that it doesn&#39;t look over-filled or puffy (for some reason), I think I assume that if my mom finds the little pocket on my backpack too big she&#39;ll notice the stash.

I then go onto MSN and ask multiple people what they are doing. The most memorable conversation I have is with my friend Josh; he says he is busy doing something with Chris. He says some other stuff but I remember getting flustered and exiting.

Next scene is I&#39;m hanging out with Gen and Elysse, but they both seem less than keen to be with me (which is weird, I&#39;m really good friends with the sisters). This is where I remember walking along a path covered in snow, surrounded by trees which supported icicles and blankets of snowflakes. I don&#39;t know how it transitions, but then we&#39;re on a forest path walking near a fence. I look past the fence once (there&#39;s still trees past this fence, and I can just barely see through), and see some kid laying on these downward sloped rocks with black DC shoes waving in the air. Behind him is this gorgeous mountain range, complete with cliffs, and trees, and grass, and rivers, and canyons. We were at the very top of one of these mountains too (the path just happened to be at the peak of a very flat 8,000 foot mountain), and I could see everything. I passed it off and kept walking with Gen and Elysse.

The last thing I remember is both of the girls walking ahead of me deeper into the forest, saying something that made me feel unhappy. They walked off into the distance and I woke up, thanks to the screaming children outside my house.

Alright, I&#39;m going to combine my dreams from the night before and then last nights dreams together.

Dream #12 - Messy, messy.

Well, it starts off at a fictional creation of my dads house. It&#39;s night time, and there&#39;s many floodlights on. We&#39;re outside, and everything is a complete mess. There&#39;s pools of black oil all over the cement; dripping grease from countersides and ceilings; and weird goo that looked like spit. The lighting throughout the entire dream was really weird, because the floodlights illuminated everything with an extremely yellow tinge awhile everything else was etched with shadow. Actually, come to think of it, there was only yellow and black throughout the entire dream (or shades of).

I remember being at a workbench outside by the garage (which was dettached from the rest of the house) with my dad. We&#39;re talking about my youngest sister awhile working on some stuff on the workbench. There&#39;s a massive pool of oil pouring from the countertop to the dirt on the left side, where I am working. I&#39;m really disgusted by this.

What&#39;s weird about the dream is that there was this constant sense of foreboding. It wasn&#39;t a happy dream; the oils and liquids and the hue of the dream kinda creeped me out. I think something had happened to my sister in the dream or something. I just know it wasn&#39;t happy.

Dream #13 - Still sleeping?

I was at my friend Jeremy&#39;s when I had this dream, and me and my friend were sleeping in the room downstairs. In the dream Jeremy comes down, asks if we&#39;re still sleeping, and jumps into bed right beside me. That&#39;s it. End of that. Zip. Nada. No more.

Dream #14 - Groceries, Narcotics and More Makeouts&#33;

Not necessarily a long dream, or vivid, but still worth mentioning. The first part is me in a grocery store in the bulk section, but the shelves go up really really high, and the boxes and packages are filled to the edges. I walk around and don&#39;t know what to get.

The dream then transitions to me and my friend Lauren walking out of the forest. I look behind us and trailing us (far aways back) are three other friends who I barely recognized. There&#39;s smoke wafting out from behind them. I remember it being overcast and a bit chilly. Me and Lauren are talking about getting high but don&#39;t know where to get it from. For some reason I pull her close and we start to make out; I think there&#39;s also talk of sex but we didn&#39;t get to that unfortunately.
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Stay tuned.

Updated&#33;

walking along a path covered in snow, surrounded by trees which supported icicles and blankets of snowflakes. I don&#39;t know how it transitions, but then we&#39;re on a forest path walking near a fence. I look past the fence once (there&#39;s still trees past this fence, and I can just barely see through), and see some kid laying on these downward sloped rocks with black DC shoes waving in the air. Behind him is this gorgeous mountain range, complete with cliffs, and trees, and grass, and rivers, and canyons. We were at the very top of one of these mountains too (the path just happened to be at the peak of a very flat 8,000 foot mountain), and I could see everything.[/b]

Sounds very pretty. I want to go there.

It&#39;s night time, and there&#39;s many floodlights on. We&#39;re outside, and everything is a complete mess. There&#39;s pools of black oil all over the cement; dripping grease from countersides and ceilings; and weird goo that looked like spit. The lighting throughout the entire dream was really weird, because the floodlights illuminated everything with an extremely yellow tinge awhile everything else was etched with shadow. Actually, come to think of it, there was only yellow and black throughout the entire dream (or shades of).[/b]

Ooooooo....Creepy.

For some reason I pull her close and we start to make out;[/b]

More making out??

Well, it sound more fun than my dream last night.

Haha, yeah, the making out was getting excessive. Last night I broke the making out dream streak, but it still had to do with a girl (mostly).

It&#39;s awesome, each dream is getting more vivid than the last.

Sounds very pretty. I want to go there.[/b]

Yeah, it was a really picturesque moment. The mountains were really more like collosal hills.

Next dream is soon.

Originally Posted by CoLd

It&#39;s awesome, each dream is getting more vivid than the last.
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Gotta love it when that happens. I love those really vivd dreams. They are almost like "living" an adventure--I mean, in the same way you "live" a good book or movie.

Haha, yeah, the making out was getting excessive[/b]

It&#39;s actually been a long time since I&#39;ve had one of those. But I do remember how nice they can be.

I know&#33; And it&#39;s so depressing when you wake up and you realized it didn&#39;t even happen.

I know&#33; And it&#39;s so depressing when you wake up and you realized it didn&#39;t even happen[/b]

Yeah, but I guess it balances out those dreams where you wake up and say, "Oh thank heavens that wasn&#39;t real&#33;"



I guess we gotta take both kinds.

Alright, well, I apologize for not keeping track of my dreams date to date, so I&#39;m going to start recording the dates from now on. Makes it easier for me to maintain order over which dream I had (especially if it happens to be a precognition).

The dream I had two nights ago was the longest I&#39;ve had for a long time without being interrupted by a transition. And guess what, another girl&#33;

<div align="center">Dream #15 - Old Friends, Get Togethers, Old School
October 2nd, 2006</div>

This started out with me and my best friend Jack sitting a bus-stop in fictional Port Moody, the town I used to live in before I moved. We&#39;re just sitting there, and then these elderly people with white hair sit down beside us, making the bench really cramped. I get up because Jack&#39;s baked, run around a tall, dark green hedge and start chasing after a kitty. The cat is white-greyish, I think. When I look up (I&#39;m in a parking lot now) I see Breanna and Lindsay outside of a cafe. I&#39;ve been on rough terms with Breanna ever since a certain incident, and in the dream the desperate need to get out of there was still the same. I turned back and walked over to Jack, and we start walking.

We see Greg and someone else. Greg&#39;s hair is different, long on the sides and top and shaved at the very front. His hair is a weird brownish colour (he&#39;s normally blonde).

The newly forged group walks into a clothing store of some sort, and I see my other friend Miranda. We all say hi and I hug her but she doesn&#39;t really let go. We do the hands-around-the-waist thing and walk out of the store after she asks if I want to go to her Spanish class.

We walk out of the doors, and the outside has suddenly morphed into a mall lobby/school lobby, with many people walking around. A blonde girl walks by who I&#39;ve never seen before and I ask Miranda, awhile still wrapping my arm around her, if there&#39;s any new girls at my school. She says, "I don&#39;t know."

Me and her walk up a flight of stairs, and walk down a hallway. The hallways are really weird (this is where I should&#39;ve noticed something was off ), they have depressions in the tiles along all the walls, so the ground is lower than the floors in the middle of the hallway. Looking behind me I see two giant square holes in the wall that I somehow knew led to the washrooms.

We walk into the &#39;spanish class&#39; through a rectangle hole and sit down on the floor in front of urinals.



I guess the urinals were supposed to be our desks or something, but I end up sitting down too beside Miranda. However, this is where things get weird. I look over at Miranda and she&#39;s not there. A portly, young teenage black girl has replaced her, and I look to the other side of me and it&#39;s another dark-skinned boy. I notice the entire class is African-Canadian, (or American, whichever) including the teacher, and that Miranda has disappeared&#33; I&#39;m really embarrased because I&#39;ve wandered into the wrong class and I wake up.

<div align="center">Dream #16 - Making Pizza and Other Random Stuff
October 3rd, 2006</div>

I don&#39;t remember much from this one. It starts in a really comfortable bed in a house that is not mine (kind of resembles the Butabi brothers room from Night of the Roxbury), and the entire dream is kind of in retro colors, neon blue, green, yellow and red. I get out of bed and go down to the kitchen.

For some reason I&#39;m in this really nice kitchen and there&#39;s a rectangle pizza pan with dough on it, and I&#39;ve been left instructions to make a pizza. I open the fridge and try to find some tomato sauce, but there&#39;s dozens and dozens of different kinds. I&#39;m looking for the original tomato sauce, but all I can find is flavors like &#39;garlic&#39;, and &#39;tomato with onion&#39;, and stuff like that.

That&#39;s all I can remember.
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There were no dreams last night, unfortunately.

No dreams over the last couple of days. Maybe tonight?

I hope you had good dreams and recall last night.

I had my best night of dreams in a while last night.