I was advised to start a dream journal so I guess what I plan to do is write my most recent LD which was about three weeks ago, sometime near the end of February ’08.
Now most of my dreams I base on feeling, most of my decisions in dreams are based on how I am feeling about the situation. So here I am standing in a large older house, I remember knowing that the outside was white, it was two stories and it had very large windows. It was not decorated well, and what most people would call “Ghetto” not really any furniture, kind of dirty, and where you could imagine a lot of people doing a lot of drinking and partying. There was a group of four younger guys probably 18-20 playing cards at a card table in a room living/dinning around the corner from me who is in a hallway type of kitchen, as if you could go from the living/dinning room to the front room through a hallway like kitchen.
Here I am standing with probably three/four very different kind of people. I had the feeling of great admiration for these beings. They were not regular dream folk; they were definitely a strong presence in the dream. There was a sense of a teacher student relationship between them and I. I came to understand that they were very powerful vampires. They told me stories about how strong they were, and how much control they had over other people, and that there was nobody that could stop them. They told me that I couldn’t tell anyone about them, and that I was very lucky to even be in their presence. I know that there intentions were to make me one of them, but I had to prove myself to them in some way. A strange note, the people that were playing cards in the living room never knew we were there, as if we were invisible; ghostly if you will.
I distinctly remember asking them, because I knew they were bad, if they had ever been sent to prison. Now personally I have been charged with two felonies and have been in county jail but never prison. Their response was yes, all of them at one time or another had been sent to prison, and as they told me the stories it was very visual I pictured them as they spoke the words. They all got sent to prison together and what I saw as they spoke was, they kicked the doors off of the cells, killed the guards, and flew out of the prison laughing about how stupid these people were for trying to put them in prison, as if they only went to bust out for fun.
About this time in the dream a S.W.A.T. team busts open the front door. A bunch of these cops ran into the house, they were all wearing black masks, had shields, and automatic weapons. As soon as they opened the door these vampires who were about twenty yards or so from the door were there in an instance, and they didn’t even have forms as they moved, they were just energy like light flying across the room and latching on to these cops faces/necks killing them instantly. When all of the cops were dead and there was blood everywhere, all the vampires looked at me and their energy had been drained, I could feel it. They asked me to kill the four normal preppy looking guys playing cards because they couldn’t know about the vampires, and they had just seen everything.
So now I am charged with killing four people who still haven’t even noticed me, I walk up behind one he had a baseball cap on backwards, that look kind of rugged and beat up, and I had a knife. I remember thinking to myself that I need to kill him instantly so that I would not hurt him or cause him pain. So I took my knife, which was like a pocketknife that was long enough to be used for hunting, with ridges in it like a marine issue KBAR if you know what that is. I took it and stuck it into his neck just below his skull and twisted it. I could feel the bone and muscle being torn as I stabbed it in and twisted the knife. The only thing wrong is that the guy didn’t die right away like I had hopped and his buddies all looked at me with really long confused faces like “Why would you do that…?” Well I felt pretty bad at this point so I shoved the knife in further to finish the kill, and then I quickly stabbed the other gentleman sitting at the table between the collarbone and neck and ran out of the house.
Now I am running down a sidewalk in a neighborhood I think I used to live in when I was a kid, all the houses were early 1900’s and very big. I remember I was so scared that the cops would find out, and I kept thinking I’m not a vampire how can I go to prison or jail I won’t get out. Then one-step after the other I’m flying.
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I’m climbing into the sky and floating around soaring high and low just by “feeling” it. I see a bird flapping its wings and think, wow I wonder if I flap my “wings” it’ll be easier to fly, and shore enough it was. I was flying almost effortlessly now and it was amazing. As I started to enjoy flying more and stop worrying so much about the police I started to come down to the ground. As if when the tension left me, the ability went with it. So I’m floating back down to earth and take a couple of huge leaps as normal, and I am running again.
This is where I start getting nervous although I do feel like I am a good distance from the police by this time. As I run my “Sub-Brain” has kicked in, I feel amazing I can think really clearly at this moment in my dream, the best dream thoughts I’ve ever thunk. I am using a very rational mind now, I think if I can fly like a bird, why can’t I run like a dog. I definitely wasn’t positive I could do it though. I begin thinking of all the ways I’ll be able to run like a dog, the only way of course is to get on all fours. So as I am running full speed I decide to let my body hang over and reach out for the ground with my hands to take initiate the front leg hind leg run. Like you see every animal do. As soon as my fingertips touch the pavement they are no longer hands but paws, and I could feel and hear my dog toenails hit the pavement and click, like you hear when a dog goes full speed down the street. When I went to do the same with my hind legs they were still my same old human legs and I feel to the ground on my side. I was very disappointed.
When I finish running I run into a girl a little older than me, a young mother I believe because she seemed to have some wisdom about herself, a confidence and a feeling I could trust. She looked me right in the face and told me that she knew what I did. I told her I was sorry and that I would appreciate it if she just didn’t tell the police, she didn’t not respond she just gave me a disappointed look, and I ran off. I run across the street and into someone’s yard, right into their back door. I was now in a sort of square tile kitchen with a sort pale orange/wooden color scheme. I took a few deep breathes and look up and two tall older men with guts and graying hair look at me and ask if I lived there. I told them no this is my friends house, they introduced themselves as two detectives who were trying to find the person responsible for killing these guys at their home. I told them that I didn’t have any idea that something was going on and showed them a little sympathy, talked and asked questions about the situation, until they were confident it wasn’t me.
Finally I feel like I have done it, I have eluded the police, joined with the vampires if I ever seen them again, flew, and sort of changed into a dog. I feel great, and then the lady from the street comes into the kitchen from the front room, and gives me the look of disappointment again. She then looks at the officers and converses with them a little bit, I am now terrified. She keeps talking with them, and then looks at me once again. The police look at me with the same light trusting faces as before and tell us that they have to get going or they may never catch the guy. When they are gone I looked at the lady and told her thank you, and felt as if we were going to have a meaningful conversation, but BLAM the dream ended and I was in bizarre’o world again.
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