Thread: Dream Pages, Nostalgic's Public Dream Journal

Off the side of a cement street is a two story house. Cream yellow with a taste of familiar. Behind the house is a beach, small and close, strange fences on either side. The sand is soft, the water murky. Green. In the water lives 'an Alligator. He's not truely 'an Alligator, but we'll talk about that later.
People here love the water but it isn't their territory. They were rightly frightened by the creature lurking below the depths. Despite being scared they would wade into the water as a community, invading the ancient's sanctuary, always aware he was near, glaring at them.
He did excercise a new hobbie. He would creep slowly to the edges of the beach where it was darker and try to catch a glimpse of the girl that was different from the others. Sometimes he could spot her passing by a window. Sometimes she would look out at the other people and sigh. Her appearance seemed to always be shifting but not quite fully changing. Short hair, long- Blonde, brown. And her eyes. Brown, blue, green.
The ancient has gained respect for the girl over the time he watched her. Although she loved what was before her even more then the others she wouldn't enter his sanctuary. Not for her fear, but for her respect for him. She filled her time, trying to replace wants. She could go nowhere else.
It was about the end of the day now. The bell was hit. Like always the people raced for the sand, squealing, not ever wanting to be the last out. As never fails the Alligator ancient followed, roaring, dashing the surfacing water about until he reached the ends of the water. His scaly back so much different then the wet, sleek bodies he chased out every evening. He never fully left the water because there was the plain knowledge that they would gain courage and attack him. He slinked further back into his home, the last light of the sunset glimmering it's reflection on the water.
It was night time now. The girl stood at the sink in front of the window over looking the beach. Putting a glass of water down she gazed out intensely. Should she? No. Don't do it. But she thinks she will only look. She opened the back door that led to the sand, the water. There was no moon, no stars but everything was lightly illuminated. She pauses when she reaches half way and watches. The suspense for her is unbearable, her heart whispering it's excitement to her. He comes, his back and snout appearing. He glides through the water, closer to the edge where he had watched her so many times before. At the same time she walked towards him unconsciously, making it seemed as if she were drawn.
When she was close he rose on human legs. What appeared before her seemed human. Body smoothe, bare. He was a beauty that was alien to this place. Behind him, attached to him was the form of Aligator. It almost looked like it was sewed to to his body, it's head and snout above his head stiffly, uncomfortably. Somehow it was all of him now, whether it has always been so was something different. Although ancient it didn't seem as much as his age as his race. The knowledge. Perhaps he adjusted to time.
The girl was staring at him. She was at the brink of fear, leaning towards awe. She reached out, almost able to touch him and there was a silent permission granted. A visioned nod. He moved without moving. Perhaps she touched him then- It was likely she dared not to. But she did enter the water, becoming heavier, moving closer. What broke the ice isn't remembered. Something (emotion) human. He showed her his home and how it was with no one to shatter it. He showed her how it was to fly under water. She gave him the glimpse of sunlight, unguarded, of stars that were real. She shifted what was, although didn't quite change. It was simple friendship. Fondness.

K.K.O.
December 12th, 2006

The dream Alligator Ancient is a really old one for me. It's one I come along pretty often and was one of the clearest ones I had at the time.

He was a great man. He’d been a good child, a decent boy and had become the type of man that could create a change in the world.
He had just graduated high school and he had sent all his letters to any of the contacts he could ever possibly have known or heard of and he waited. Waited…
He’d been accepted. He felt absolutely ecstatic but it’d be the last time he’d ever truly feel that way…
It was an accident.
A terrible, terrible accident.
So now he won’t change anything. I speak sometimes as if he is dead, but that is only because he is only barely living. His mind is trapped in a prison that has no access to the outside world. He is deaf…Mute, blind, with no sense of touch.
Though he cannot say it…I believe he thinks it would have been better, had he been murdered.

K.K.O
February 14th, 2008

His Brilliant Mind didn't have that many images in it as a dream- it seemed more like an intense thought process. It was short but it had a lot of impact.

I was in a castle- Cliches of old, creepy castles in the middle of a stormy night. I'm on one of the lower floors, talking to N.K.
"I'm going to take you through this," (Diablo) "But we have to figure how much you're going to get." He says.
"Okay," I answer and start talking very fast.
"25," He says at one point.
But after that any time he calculates, the percentage lowers. That's not good, I think.
I'm standing in a room almost made to be circular, a fountain or statue situated in the middle. I'm leaning near a bookcase, looking down on of the two or possible of three doorways. The one I'm looking down is a sort of hall that has an undenible red light filtering through. N.K. is down there but I can't really see anything but his silhouette (dealer'scap). There's sheer curtains or something in the way, beads again. Is that what's making it so red? I'm yearning for a closer contact now, but it's done for now.
I'm disorientated as a man pops through the ceiling above me, as I kick my own shuffling feet. He doesn't actually look like a man; he's slightly transparent in this light and has a sense of ill will about him. His clothes are dark, I can almost feel the sharp teeth he's hiding and his bulging eyes are half filling with blood. A moment later he gives me a feined coy smile, or as fakely coy as it can get with those horrible teeth. He swoops down at me but I duck down, I've already moved to the closer to the fountain. N.K.'s safe where he is but I gotta get out of here. I feel like he's trying to get a better smell me and it sends shivers up my spine. I'll only play with you for awhile, kitty...
I'm outside now, breathless and awed. The sky is beautiful but I can't look at it now, I have a sense of duty and urgency shoving at me. (There's another fountain to the left. I feel like they're land marks, at the end of your mind telling you you're on the right track.) There's a lot of people out here. Or, most of them are still people- They've become deformed but they have all the right feelings. I walk up the hill, walking close to a hunched man who I suppose I know. He looks familiar and I can't help but study his darkly gray skin curiously.
He doesn't look at me but he says we'll find Lilith ahead, soon. I get a sense of comfort from him, it soothes my frazzled nerves. I looked back once we reach the top of the tall hill and see many people standing at the doors of the castle still, watching but not moving.
"They're all cowards," He says gruffly.
When I look in front of me, really look, I realize that everyone in front of me is deformed in some way. The ones at the door were fine. Maybe they want a sort of revenge. I also realize they're all men and suddenly I feel out of place.
"You'll have to be careful," He tells me firmly, "She preys on women."
Well, that was stupid. My brother isn't here but his hand reaches out towards my the back of my left shoulder and pulls me towards the middle of the road. The hunched man says that she might come out of the fields, so I shouldn't stand too close to the edge. It might not be her but I can almost see something creeping in there.
"Think of your birthdate, it'll protect you from her."
I look at him gratefully and think, July 8th 1992, July 8th 1992...
I concentrate as best I can as we walk down the hill. I feel something tug from my belly, sharp but I don't stop. Something crawls up my back but I keep going. My mind begins to get confused, 1892? No, I think hard.
Suddenly I'm way ahead of everyone else and I'm standing in front of a huge fountain, hands over heart. Everything is grey. I look behind me first and see my friends on the hill, but they've stopped moving. They're staring hard. I look in front of me and laying on the edge of the fountain's lip is Lilith. Oh, she's gorgeous, perfect. Why, she looks like she's asleep, I involuntarily think. I move closer to touch her face. Her eyes open and they're a bold beauty that's dangerous. She smiles sweetly but I jerk my hand away a second before her teeth clamp down. The knife is in my hand but it's small. Can I do it?

(There's just a little more to this dream but I have a lot of questions about it and I wasn't sure of the violence. In the ending I have complete control.)

K.K.O.
July 16th, 2008

I really like how you write up your dreams. You have a great voice.

It sounds like your dream environments are really surreal. I think all your creepy creatures are fascinating. Borderline nightmares, but somehow you keep your cool.

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

I really like how you write up your dreams. You have a great voice.

It sounds like your dream environments are really surreal. I think all your creepy creatures are fascinating. Borderline nightmares, but somehow you keep your cool.

Thanks, RB! That's the nicest compliment I've had on a dream of this sort. The sort of environments in my dreams change plenty when I'm in school with mind boggling drama and I don't have the needed amount of time when I first wake up. I've been shuffling through my dream pages and I realized most of the ones I remember edge a little on violence, something strange or emotional. I think I'm going to post some old ones.

It was dark and it looks like a place only left in ruins. There's four of us in all and I'm the last following. I'm not really associated with the two people who were leading and going too fast, but the friend whom is following them. I'm his protection in a sense. I try to keep close and though he's also going too fast, I manage well enough. Everything is stone-like and cold. It's almost grey but it still has so much detail fading into it.
My friend jumps up onto a ledge, the others still going. He's about to scramble after them but he floors himself to the ground as a creature flies towards him. It looks like a oversized, mutated terradactyl and it glares it's intentions hotly. I'm there now and my friend is already moving, trying to get to the others. The creature is delicately beautiful in a way but I don't have time to truely take that in. Hands outstretched, lightning bursts from my palms, abusing the creature. As I turn it crumbles and I can only see a glimpse of my friend. I run for him but suddenly I lose control of myself and I'm going down another path connected to the ledge that I hadn't noticed before.
I stop just in time.
Below is a chasm of deep, dark water. It rocks and glistens gently and across the water is another sharp ledge. There's a single door and although I can't see it I get the sense of burgundy. It's provocative and I hear the chant in my mind, I can swim, I can swim across. But my mind answers, It'll hurt, it'll hurt you if you do.
So I turn reluctantly and go to find my friend.

K.K.O.
Date Lost: 2005?

A girl who looks like C.R., whom was a friend of mine, marries or is engaged to an older man. I hear her thoughts like a diary being read outloud in my mind, though I can't make out what's being said. She wears my broken locket around her neck. It was once empty but now it has a happy-like picture of them in it but while they're chatting I can hear her thinking unhappily, "You're staring, I'm smiling, you're staring, I'm smiling."
When I look at the picture he looks like he's smiling just as much as she is. I get a glimpse of information and a picture of an old italian woman. The girl has an old fashioned family and Entella is an elderly caretaker connected to her family who cooks especially for any man of the family, whether married into it or not.
But that's the pretty stuff.
Something is going on and people are dying. The family is woried; Is someone doing this, or is this some sort of curse?
There's more talking but I don't quite catch it.
I glitch and I'm in a school, in the office so perhaps these questions can be answered.
I'm not really there but the woman in front of me bursts on fire. She request with an amazing clarity for a person on fire for one of the rooms to be set to freeze. I glitch ahead and I can see her rolling quickly, constantly on the ice covered floor. There's icicles forming on a desk in the far end of the room. She's thinking furiously, It'll cool me down- I'm only burning, but it'll cool me down.
She was able to roll off the fire and so she sat by the side of the big closed doors, leaning against the wall. A guy walks in and says lamely, "There you are."
They talk for awhile and the guy says something disapprovingly.
I glitch and I'm standing on the sidewalk of a city road as a bystander and whether it was dropped or thrown, something in a little blanket is rolling across the street. I get a sickening feeling and I can only hope it isn't a baby.

K.K.O.
Date Lost: 2006

There's this eligible bachelor in his middle ages around this small town. All the girls practicly swoon when he walks by. For 'the good of the town' he goes with a group of people to the outskirts to help with a patroling system. He's very friendly with the group.
Later on everyone or at least what people are left are a mess. "There's something going on here- Something very wrong." Says a shaken man to anyone who will listen. To one of the girls. However it's the bachelor that answers and tells him he should come with him and get freshened up. They couldn't work in this condition. The shaken man agrees.
The bachelor leads him to the bathroom. Since this whole patroling thing the bachelor has gotten some nasty scabs on his face. He frets over them in the mirror above the sink while the other man splashes some water at his eyes. He petted his nose self-consciously and when he looked up he caught the bacheler looking at him. Staring.
"What?" He asks.
"You have such fine features." The bachelor answers softly.
He was able to thank the other man uncomfortably before the bachelor, with the door still shut behind him, managed to swallow his entire face. The man collasped to the floor and with a smile the bachelor checked over his scabs before he left the bathroom.

K.K.O.
April 5th, 2006

I can't remember everything now.
I was running down the end of the hallway- Ahead is another hall, going either right or left. I see my night terror there, squating, scuttling back and forth. His bald head shines, his large mouth leering. It is what you call a Doppleganger and it's what I've been running from all night. Somehow it got past me. I swing around and hightail it, running even faster than before. I have visions of it scuttling after me with his pale, blank face and huge eyes. It's too close to crawling. There seems to be the easy possibility of running into a deadend and getting caught. Subconsciously I'm aware of which way to take, even while everyhting blurs past. Is it behind me?
I run till I pass the bedroom I was looking for, only stopping when I glimpse the bathroom light. I have a second to catch my bearings. The bathroom is in the mid of the hallway, taking up one side all to itself, while the other side is filled with bedroom doors. I turn around and walk to the first bedroom door where I begin to knock furiously. No answer. I had made friends with a big, strong blonde guy. I had chatted to him from time to time and I had hoped he could help me. Beginning to run back towards the bathroom I see his reflection in a mirror through the cracked door. Surprised, I go in quickly and he looks at me, smiling widely. He says something, but looking at the back of his head, I don't hear him. That's where I see the mistake. In his full set of hair there is a shiny bald spot. This isn't my friend. This is the Doppleganger. I look at it's face and reach discreetly into my side pocket, finding and grabbing the blue handle of the kitchen knife there. I won't win...But I'll try.
I wake up.

K.K.O.
August 24th, 2006

I remembered this dream clearly for a long time after I had it. I remember having just about no control what so ever except for when I consciously had to remember not to get myself lost in the halls and realizing I had to make the decision in the end that if I couldn't muster enough control to fix the problem, I'd have to face it.

There's train tracks in a rollercoaster fashion high above a city. On top it holds a huge van, with a cool-hearted stranger at the driver's wheel. I was in the back and he stopped hard on the breaks while turning on a curve- The van jerking, the side back doors flew open. The van tipped and I rolled out the open doors. I held on tight to the metal step-up, the cold night and chilling wind all around me. The city lights twinkled just as brightly below me as the stars in the clear sky above.
It was a considerable time before the stranger tugged me irritably back inside and straightened everything up.

K.K.O.
August 12th, 2006

The weary mother never left her baby's side, less he would die. He was a fragile baby- One that should've already been dead. As it was, he drained the life force from his mother to stay alive. Anytime she had no choice but to leave him, he lost life in sharp, painful bursts- Slowly dying until mother would hurry back and prevent it. Exhausted, she held her baby, smiling weakly, dying herself. "I love you, Nicolas."

K.K.O.
November 28th, 2006

I'm outside my current house. I can't tell whether it's green weather or if it's freezing. The family and the cats are outside. I have a red handled, green taped top broom in my hands, held as a weapon. I can see a serpent rat slinking under a car parked on the side of the road in front of my house. I feel the urge to hit it, but I don't want to scare and make my kitties skitter towards it if I move too fast. "It's okay, babies." I say comfortingly to them and move towards it, ready.
I wake up. Then sleep.
The discovery channel's voice pipes in, "The ameba is a single cell organism..." into my mind but it's saying something completely different.
I see flashes of the serpent rat mating as the voice says, "Male serpent rats, unlike humankind, do not mate for pleasure, but for the nutricion of the female. Females give birth every 12 years..."
I wake up. Then sleep.
There's a beautiful, extremely feminin women sitting in a straight back wooden chair in front of me. She holds herself with almost painful grace. Her platinum hair is streaked by the sunlight, showing off it's full potential- It looks so fair and soft. Her eyes are so lovely that I almost can't notice them, drawn into them so deeply that I can't even reconize the color. She's talking and it occurs to me that she's a serpent rat. She looks nothing like one except for maybe the fact that her cheekbones are high and her face is narrow. It delicately suggests the face of a rat.
"Sometimes the less decent males will even leave the females less than a hundred percent nutritious!" She says, clearly distraught.
Glimpses of images bombarge me, too fast for me to see them and questions of how frequent it should be. Nightly? Weekly? Too much?
I wake up. Then get up.

K.K.O.
December 11th, 2007

The medium sized he-spider stuck two extra sticky places on the magnificent web in front of him, gently taking the beaten women's hands and placing the backs of them tenderly to the web.
Sturdy, it would allow her to rest for two hundred years...After all, he loved her. He just didn't wish her to be happy.

K.K.O.
January-February, 2007

I'm in love with your dreams :-) . You not only have amazing tales to share, but are also talented writer which makes them all the more interesting to read. Please post more~

Oh, wow, thanks! Please tell me if you have a dream journal yet or let me know when you start yours up- I'd like to take a look at your dreams, too!

I must agree that your dreams are all beautifully written! : )

Thank you! =^^=

Yes your dreams are very interesting Honey it's fun to read them. Some can be a little on the spooky side though and very atmospheric! A good imagination is important for dreaming

Thanks, Nam! I guess the majority of my dreams I haven't ever thought of being spooky, just a little strange. But then I never thought I had much violence in my dreams until lately. It might be true that most of my dreams are just strange, but I can't find most of the ones I think of that don't have a bit of that quality!

You write really well, the spider dream confuses me a lot. Its a puzzle.

Thank you, the spider dream is a little mixed up. When I had it I only had a couple of images attached to it. I almost didn't write it down. ^^;
By the way, I think your avatar is interesting.