Thread: Dream Synchronicity/Shared Dreams

Nomad, Mike (Retribution), Joe, and I all had holocaust dreams.

Originally Posted by Queen Zukin

Nomad, Mike (Retribution), Joe, and I all had holocaust dreams.

Whoah. What is Joe's username? I want to read all the dreams. Can you post the dreams here, please?

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Whoah. What is Joe's username? I want to read all the dreams. Can you post the dreams here, please?

Yeah. I don't have Joe's though cause he fails to type his dreams half the time. Joe's username is Xt-421 and he says that if you want to read his journal then you'll have to find it online "It isn't candy, I don't give it away to anyone." lol (It's pretty easy to find but he doesn't have this specific dream posted)

Zukin's:

People were falling into a giant pit thousands of feet deep. Inside the pit there were shafts and poles that some people would hit and land on. Their insides would spill out and even though they had just fallen nearly a mile, they were still condemned to a slow, painful death. I had been one of the people to fall but I was lucky to have not been injured. I was hiding in the corner, hiding between some boxes. The police were looking for survivors to bring back up to the surface so that they could try to kill them again. I tried not to breathe. I held my breath as they passed and tried not to tremble in the dark.

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I was staying at a hotel with my mom. She had left to go into the town/city for a few hours. I was snooping around the grand hotel when I heard some men talking.

"At six'clock we'll take em down to the pit and have them gone," He announced. My heart stopped. From the subtle clues around me, I deduced that we were in a holocaust.

I had to tell my mom not to come back to the hotel. This is where they were planning to round us up at so that they could kill us. I texted mom: Don't come back to the hotel - life is in danger. I will run and see you later.

As soon as I acquired my suitcase, I foraged through it and took out any necessary items that I would need to survive as a hermit. I called Bree to tell her what was happening.

"I'll be gone...for awhile. I'm going to try to escape. Do you want to come with me?" I asked her.

"They've already gave me the notice that I am due there as well," She responded. There was a silence. She was sentenced to death. I didn't want to imagine her dieing - I wanted her to come with me, but she refused.

"Bree, please. If you aren't going to try to escape the least you can do is try to fight back. If you don't run they'll kill you anyways," I pleaded, but she only accepted her fate. I couldn't argue with her anymore, time was running out and I had to flee the hotel.

I sneaked out the front door and scanned the perimeter. In the parking lot stood a Hitler looking figure talking to a small group of 3-4 other soldiers. The lawn didn't have any trees so I couldn't dart while they weren't looking and I couldn't wait until the soldiers went away. My best bet was to just make a run for it...Or I could perhaps act innocent and just walk away with my backpack. I wasn't supposed to know what was going on anyways.

I casually walked down the driveway/parking lot, avoiding suspicion. As soon as I got onto the main road I sprinted away. I listened for any yelling from the soldiers, but all I heard was the word Beowulf.

I came across a lady who was selling a horse. I didn't have much in the way to trade her, but I needed the horse for faster travel. I took the horse and told her that I would pay her back later, I didn't have time to lose.

I rode on horseback until I came upon a lake. I realized that we were on a peninsula and the only way to get back to mainland was to ride past the hotel again, which I didn't want to do at this time. It was nearly 6 PM.

I jumped off the horse and let it eat/sleep. Near the shore of the lake there was a ditch that we could hide in. I decided that it would be best if we tried to sleep during the day and then travel during the night.

Retribution's:

For some reason I found myself in a snowy German town in 1942. I recall wearing raggedy clothes and a hat. I was with a group of friends when all of a sudden the Nazis came for us. We split up and ran in all different directions. I ran into a park area and hid in a bush, attempting not to move. I tried to stay there as long as I could, sitting still. It was a very small bush. It worked for a while, I was so relieved when a patrol came, talked by me, and then left! But then I was found by another patrol because my legs twitched! I bolted out of the bush and into some sort of bar. They seemed very surprised to see me there and I begged them to help me get away from the Nazis. One of the men agreed, and it turned out he was an SS captain. There was about 10 soldiers racing at the door, trying to catch me. He simply walked into the door, and began blasting away. The women began bawling their eyes out and I thought in amazement that the man just saved my life. I never got caught by the Germans, and I blew a sigh of relief. I had a terrible feeling though that my friends had been killed, however.

Nomad's:

the dream skips

I am in a prison camp for Hawaiians and Americans. I am now a teenager. I am putting up posters in my ugly little prison camp room, trying to make it look nicer. It's full of bugs. I walk into the bathroom, and lift the toilet lid. It's filthy. They won't give us anything to clean it with.

Bastards. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

Nomad 2:

I am a young Hawaiian boy during WWII. American soldiers come, and begin altering our house into a base. I think they might kill me. We are afraid of the soldiers and run into the forest.

the dream skips

We are on a dirigible, being transported across the ocean. The blimp is full of war refugees, and rich White people going for a cruise.

I am served some gross overcooked bean soup made from a can. I am used to eating only fresh food. There is some chili stuff also.

They talk about a pool on the blimp.

Everyone must swim! You Hawaiians, teach these people to swim. We are in for a long voyage. These fat asses need exercise. A fat White lady protests swimming. She says she doesn't know how. A soldier yells at her, telling her she has to get exercise, and swimming is the only way on this blimp. Plus, we are flying over the ocean, so she better know how to swim if we get shot down.

People begin shouting about a UN convention protecting passenger aircraft, and the soldier says we need to be prepared for anything. These terrorists, they are animals.

I see a missile coming for us. I see a strange flag on it: There is a gold slash diagonally across it. On the top half is a Chinese flag. The bottom is a mix of Canadian, American, and Mexican flag. There is also a tiny portion that is a flag for the New Government of Central America. There is a strange gremlin riding the missile. It has the flag of Brazil across it's face.

I look at the pilot of the plane. He is an orc on in a leather jacket, leather helmet and goggles. "I'm a Russo-Americo-Jap, bitch!" he says to me. I am horrified. I pray to Kanaloa. The missile hits the balloon part of the blimp, then turns around. Before the missile hits the cabin, I leap through a window. I feel like my soul is leaping, out and my body is staying behind.

Nomad's Dream
I am sitting at a desk in my room, writing in my DJ. Xaphor appears and laughs at me. You are dreaming, Nomad. Oh, shit! You're right. C'mon. Let's go meet Raven.

Xaphor opens a portal which shows where Raven is. She is riding a black horse with a red mane, tail, and fetlocks. I recognize it. It's her horse. She has a large sword, and she is swinging it in battle against tall orcs, slicing their arms and heads off. I jump into the portal.

I wave at the Wyrm as I go through the wormhole, and tumble out from the sky. Xaphor flies beneath me, and changes into a black stallion. I land on his back, riding next to Raven.

"Nice of you to appear. I have been calling you for the last five minutes, Nomad. What were you doing?"

"Writing in my DJ... in a dream."

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Nephanim's Dream
I remember writing down the SAT-II dream, but then I woke up in bed and heard someone laughing at me for thinking I had written the dream down. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. Then I woke up. I wrote down the SAT-II dream in a little less detail than before and fell back asleep. Someone laughed and told me I had fallen for the same trick again. I woke up and checked my dream journal. Nothing was written down. I wrote the SAT-II dream one more time, cursing the voice that kept taunting me. I really woke up this time and decided I’d better start writing.