I was sure that I've seen all of my kind of geners in certain dreams, but this one was the craziest fracking thing I've ever had in my entire life. And what I saw after was absolutly mind boggling and even creepier than the damned dream itself. But the details concerning parts of the dream are this; My brother is mildly Autistic, and when my brother comes out with me to sleep on the couch, It's acually something we did when we were kids; we'd unfold the couch and put blankets on it to keep warm during the winter. We'd sleep on opposite sides so yes there was a chance of one of us kicking the other in the face by accident.
In the dream, I remember, playing on a nintendo DS in the middle of the night, I was on the couch. but after I looked away from the screen, I felt this sweeping feeling of anger take over me, a feeling like shadowman was there, and my left eye was making these shapes in my vision, it was making something like an eye looking at me; eye to eye. I suddenly felt this wave of anger take over me, so much so that I was breathing weird kind of like a sniff and puff. I wasn't pissed off (I've been pissed off before) I was just angry, really angry. I know I felt anger before, but I never had it to this extent, not even my dreams had this much. It was so much so that I had a violent urge. I was following the eye thingy that was looking at me, I had so much hate, and I wanted so bad to punch it, hard, and nothing more as I followed it. then it dissapeared after leading me into the bed room where my brother was actually sleeping. (But truth was that outside the dream, I was sleeping there.) It used to be my brother's but thanks to life we switched gradually.
that sweeping feeling left me as soon as the thing in my vision dissapeared, and I stood there, wondering what the hell that was. My brother woke up and automatically came with me on the couch and he unfolded it to sleep on with me. But we couldn't get the blankets right. But what follows next completely falls out of character for Dad and my life, but it makes me realize that I need to get off my ass.
My dad got up, he was all ticked off, more than usual. And he immediately went to pick on my brother, but the things he said were out of line completely. Dad said to my brother that he was going to leave without my brother when I'm done with my schooling, And another thing he said was that this was because of my brother's lack of will in school. He said all this stuff, and it basically scared my brother.My dad would never say anything like this to my brother, he never would even suggest it, even when he was picking on him, and even when he was pissed off, I never even caught any kind of subtext suggesting that he would do this. I immediately responded and told my brother that this wasn't going to happen. I also told him that if he'd focus like he did on the test and nail it, then it'd be easier to get jobs, but he had to do it by getting an education.
After that I guess things got out of hand, then calmed back down. But I know that after this confrontation I needed to get that homework done It's the same homework that in reality is also seriously due at 8:00 today (how bout dat?) after this, time skipped on then went to this weird setting, and I was purposely avoiding class because of what was currently happening in my family, my brother was a wreck for some reason, my dad was now after me alot more, he became abusive he very well dosen't have that capability, and my mom was no where to be found. I finally confronted my teacher and asked him if I could get alittle more time to do this assingment. Because I was having family issues. He laughed as if expecting that and said he couldn't, because I needed to turn it in like the rest. but finally, somehow he managed to see what my dad was doing, and my teacher actually shot my dad because my dad was losing it completely and I mean completely, I never saw dad act like that at all.
As soon as my teacher did this I saw that my teacher understood what was happening. But the police were coming immediatley after this happened. So me and my teacher went on the run. We became different people, two white guys, and we were running away from the police as best we could. But in the end, we switched back.
I ended up in a part of the building, inside a room where they were obviously waiting for me. But as soon as I went in my teacher came and was looking into the room saying something. I woke up after hearing the song "she's going to shine tonight" and having this sweeping guilt come over me. As the dream was looking at my teacher, all I could hear was screaming, painful screaming. Now what happens next was the weirdest freaking thing I've ever experienced.
As soon as my eyes opened, and I was awake, there was this black, organic shape with bubbles in it right in front of me in the vision of my left eye. And it veered quickly out of my vision as my left eye kept trying to follow it. but it hid just off the edge of my vision. afyer that I rethought my life, and came even now to the conclusion that I seriously need to get off my ass and take more control over my life.
I came to this conclusion even though I am freaked out buy what I experienced in the beginning of my dream and what I saw at the end after I woke up. Is this my old enemy trying to come back? It looks like I took out his data alittle too soon. And it's not that anything was trying to have a staring competition wiith me, it was just this blob like star thingy with bubbles in it that was floating in my vision.
I've never had these feelings sweep over me like this, especially the anger. I've never wanted so bad to punch someone. Let alone with that kind of direct, focused, anger behind it.
The only person though, who has ever made me feel these 2 emotions (But not to this extent) was my evil, crazy, bitchy, aunt who doesn't give a crap about anyone that she delibrately goes out of her way to hurt for her own benefit. I don't like her, and dad hates her guts as well as mom's entire family. my aunt is on my mom's side of the family. But even though, my dad supports mom all the way, and was even crying with mom one time because of how ungodly evil my aunt is. And I learned not to involve my emotions with her because I have my own life to worry about. I have better things to do than to sit there and hate her. But what if I'm swallowing more untapped emotions than I thought I was?
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