Thread: KingCarnie's First Dream Journal

Hmm. Well, last night I didn't really do a good job with my dream recall. Currently, I'm working on telling myself before I sleep to wake up from my dreams and remember them. I have a little notepad beside my bed to write these dreams on. It half worked. I woke up every once in a while last night, a total of about three times. I just forgot to try and remember my dream until it was too late. I'd turn on the light, go to the bathroom, get water, etc. I'll have to try harder tonight.

March 22nd/23rd

Dream: All I remember is a fragment near the end. I was in the passenger seat of a car that was parked on the side of the highway, and a friend of mine was in the driver seat. A large truck suddenly pulled off the highway and almost hit the car we were in. My friend started screaming at the truck driver with a bullhorn like thing, and the truck driver started yelling back the same way.

Wow. It always seems I get my best dreams either when I'm sick or uncomfortable. Last night I had a bad fever, and was pretty achy. I dreamt pretty well, though.

My first, somewhat boring, dream fragment: I'm in a gloomy, dark room. The walls are all made of metal, and filled with metal junk; in fact, everything in the room is metal, as well as rusty and grimy. I terrified, but in a detached way. I wouldn't describe it as the feeling of a nightmare. There's an old drain grate set in one of the walls, and I have a feeling that I need to make my way through it. I have the feeling that I used to be part of a group, but they've all been killed. This feeling is enhanced by the fact that theres blood smeared on the wall. I pick up a small, sharp piece of metal and think knife.

A second dream, and this one has the feeling of epicness:The dream starts like a movie. I see a large castle-like building. It's surrounded by a black nothingness. I don't feel any emotions; in fact, the whole scene seems seperate from me somehow. The view switches to a sort of overhang from the building. There is a man, dressed in black, with a very soldierish look, is standing on the edge. In front of him, along the ground, as far as can be seen, there is a black ooze. It's almost like an oily cloud and seems about waist high. I can't really tell as I'm seeing it from above. I know the man's a guard somehow, and I also know that he is trying to escape the building. He is going to attempt a leap into the black ooze, into the void of blackness. I switch to his point of view momentarily, as a purple leopard-like thing with three eyes comes out of the ooze. It sort of appears as through a veil; you can't see all of him until he completely passes through the threshold where the overhang of the building and the ooze meets. Like there's a wall of black you can't see through. The view switches back to third person and the guard runs into the building. GAP Still third-person. The guard is standing nervously outside two mahogany doors at the head of an empty stone hallway. Suddenly a woman's voice shouts his name, and the sound waves are visible. Can't remember the name. Probably was just gibberish. The man is thrown backward by the sound, and the doors swing open in a grandiose and graceful manner. I see a glimpse of the woman sitting behind the desk. The man is dragged backward by invisible forces into the room and the doors slam shut. GAP I am in first-person mode again, this time permanently, and for the first time emotions come. I am staring up at the body of the guard previously mentioned. He is nailed across the doors and his throat is slit. I feel anger, sadness, and frustration. I also have a whole bunch of false memories. I know that I, too, am a guard. I know that the woman kidnapped us and brought us to this place, which she calls her realm; it consists only of the building. I know that we have to guard the building of intruders, though there never are any. GAP I am standing once again outside the doors. I have the feeling I've done something very wrong. There is a feeling of dread, as well as defiance. I turn and run down the hallway. I hear the woman call my name, but I just keep running.