fingering my guts...

[Jollybean]

I apologize if I am not posting this dream in the correct place. I'm a newbie and I'm trying to do things right here.... anyway... I had this dream Wednesday night of last week and wrote it down then. It was this dream that made me search for a dream forum to join. Glad I found you guys here! (If I'm not posting this in the correct place can someone guide me to the place I should post my dreams? Thanks!) I was sitting there and I looked over at my arm. On my right forearm there was what appeared to be a cut. I ran my finger over the bumpy feeling cut. It had oozed recently and the ooze had dried leaving a somewhat hard yellowish looking crust along the edge of the cut. I picked away at the crusty stuff. Once I got it all cleaned off I shoved a finger along the edge of the cut and I tugged at the skin. It came up easily and I was able to put a couple fingers down into my arm as if the cut was just an opening to a pocket. I put more fingers in and pulled at it. My skin stretched like silly putty. I was amused with this and looked down into the pocket like area under my skin. I pulled it up using one finger, as if to create a small tent on my arm. I looked inside and saw tendons, ligaments, connective tissues, and veins. I watched my veins pulsate as they pumped blood through me. Just then my mom appeared. I quickly removed my fingers from the cut and I looked up at her. She hadn’t even noticed. I kept my hand over the cut. My mom and I explored the building, both of us knowing we had been there before. We looked around and were taken aback when we noticed that the rooms had been turned into prison cells. My mom and I took some rotten wood and some rocks that were lying on the ground. Suddenly, it was as if we were standing on a beach and it stretched on for miles. We made a fire. As I was trying to make another fire a security guard appeared and then, just as sudden, I was inside of one of the jail cells again. This time my mom wasn’t there. I looked for her. The door wasn’t closed so I had the freedom to leave my cell. I didn’t want to leave though. The security guard told me not to start a fire or cause any other problems. I snarled at her and mocked her. She walked away. A few minutes later I had succeeded in making a fire. Just as the sparks went up and the rotten wood caught on fire, the security guard came back from the way she came the first time. I assumed that the place had other hallways and she was just walking in circles. She came over and stomped out my fire. Sand and dirt went everywhere and the two of us were suddenly standing on the beach yet again. I looked out at the crashing waves. The security guard told me she liked me, but she had to protect me from myself. I nodded. I was once again in the prison cell. I looked around and nobody was there. This time the gate was closed. I looked for more rocks and wood to make more fire but I didn’t find any. Just then the security guard was right beside of me. She reached out and popped a bubble on my leg that had appeared under my skin. I looked down to see, and I noticed that my legs and arms were covered in nearly perfect translucent bubbles with the skin stretched so tightly that one could see through it to see into my arms and legs. It was almost as if each bubble made a sort of peephole into my insides. The security guard continued squeezing the bubbles and popping them. She was telling me that I was going to die soon and that there was no treatment for this. I looked at her in a quizzical manner and I asked her what we could do. She shook her head and sighed. Just then when she popped another bubble a small red bug with six red legs crawled out of the hole that was left after the bubble had been popped. I watched it with a mixture of shock, surprise, and amusement. The bug was no larger than my smallest fingernail. I was surprised to see that it had been living inside of me. The security guard had a frightened look. I told her it was ok and I stomped on it. As I stomped it she screamed “No” and then she said I made a huge mistake. She ran away and I looked back at the dead bug. From inside of the dead bug came hundreds of tiny red bugs. they poured out of the scrunched bug’s lifeless little body. The swarm of tiny red bugs came towards me. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a small canister of red powder. I threw the red powder at the bugs and when it touched them it appeared to kill them... but then the same thing happened to them too; the little dead bugs opened up and more tinier red bugs came out. They looked like little red dust particles. They swarmed me and crawled into all the holes left on my body from popping all of those skin bubbles. I felt the tiny red bugs crawling into my veins. They congregated in my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I gasped for air. Then I died. After I died my brain told me the dream couldn’t be finished cause I was dead... and I woke up.

[FortressForever]

That is some good recall you have there, and interesting dream. One time in a dream ,out of curiosity, I pulled back the skin on my chest. It felt really weird and all I saw inside was my skeleton lol. Are you looking for an interpretation or did you just want people to read and comment? If you want an interpretation you can try posting it in the dream interpretation forum. http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...splay.php?f=30

[Jollybean]

FortressForever - Thanks! I find that if I write down my dreams right after I wake up then I can remember the smaller details. As the day goes on I forget the dreams if I don't write 'em down. That's funny that you had a similar dream about looking inside of yourself like that. Interpretations are interesting sometimes too. Thanks for telling me about the dream interpretation forum. I find that to be fun and will have to post some dreams there too! Take care!