I have never watched any episodes of Bleach actually! Maybe I will try it out just to see how close it is to my dream monster.
However, what was the most striking / shocking was that I instinctively knew he was called the Tall Man. But yes, the sound was also really haunting. I wonder if it was influenced by a sound I heard in my sleep.
Thank you for the compliment Cut, I appreciate it really much!
I have not written down my dreams for a week then, until the 27th of December. Here is the next I wrote down:
December 27
onEscapee
Importance: 4/5
I am in a rather empty room with white walls and not very comfortable chairs, maybe school chairs. There are other people with me, and we are occupying the ten (give or take) chairs of the room. There is a guard with us, and we are actually prisoners, although we are free to roam around. The guard tells us somebody is going to arrive, and the door opens shortly afterwards. A large bald muscled man enters the room, closes the door and approaches us. He says one of us wants to escape and he will interrogate us (although he also is a prisoner). He is really intimidating.
First, he points at one guy and asks him if he wants to escape. The guy is sitting on a chair like all of us and is also bald. He simply answers something along the lines of “No, I don't want to escape, Sir” although he clearly looks like someone who would have never said “Sir” to anyone else, which makes the bald interrogator even more intimidating and dangerous-looking.
The guy sitting to my right tells me we should not mess up with the interrogator. As he says that, I hear terror in his voice. The interrogator then asks me if I am the one who wants to escape.
I tell him “No, I don't want to escape.” (it is the truth), hoping it would not be too brutal an answer. He stares at me, clearly showing me I lacked respect, so I tell him I am sorry. I then go on talking about various things, trying to show him I am willing to cooperate, and I end up saying something about the fact that Japanese people like hush money very much.
I feel like I spoke too much but I am relieved to see the interrogator moving on to the guy facing the one on my right. The man the interrogator is looking at has his head completely covered in bandages and he is clearly badly injured but on the way to recovery. The interrogator begins compressing his head and the poor guy is about to die when the one on my right (the one who spoke to me in a horrified voice) brings about enough courage to tell the interrogator in a very polite voice to stop because the guy with the bandages would never be able to escape because of his injuries, so it is unlikely that he planned it.
The interrogator then looks at him and says “Alright,” and in a split second, he draws his weapon and shoots in my forehead. Blood splashes on the wall and on the chair; I do not move anymore. I realize I am dead. The interrogator then leaves the room.
It is the first time I remember a dream of me dying. I did not find it gloomy or terrifying, but it was rather vivid (especially the end, it happened so quickly, I really did not expect I would be shot, and in this sense it was shocking) although the feeling of realizing that I am dead after I was dead was uncanny. But in the end, I woke up maybe five seconds after I had been shot, so I did not have time to further experience what it was like. Maybe people tend to wake up when they die in their dream world because of excitement or fear?
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