Non-lucid, but super cool vivid dream...

This was probably one of my top 5 vivid dreams ever.


I dont remember what happened initially, but all of a sudden I was running down flights of stairs in a shoddy old basement. lots of wooden beams everywhere and white stone walls. I had a gun with me for some reason.

The police were after me for some reason. I knew that if they caught me they would kill me so i kept running down the stairs, maybe 8 flights. I could hear them on my tail, shouting that i was surrounded. I knew i was innocent of whatever i was being accused of, but i knew my efforts in saying this were futile.

So I got to the bottom of the building and busted outside. It was pretty cold, and i was wearing a t-shirt. I was in a small area, enclosed by wire fence about 8 feet high, with barbed wire on the top. There was a green dumpster in the corner. The cops pulled up and jumped out, telling em to freeze. I knew they could not take me alive. I put the gun to the top of my head and pulled the trigger. I had thoughts about my mother as my last living thoughts. I was scared. I felt the bullet slowly go through my brain. Then I died.

Then nothing...

Then I felt my body, my nerves my senses. I felt I was on cold asphalt. I was still scared. Am I Alive? Is this the Afterlife? Heaven? Hell? I was very frightenened to do so, but i opened my eyes.

It was dawn. The sun was rising and there was a cold fog. I was indeed lying on cold asphalt. There was nothign around because i could not see through the fog. I got up and noticed some lady of authority writing a parking ticket on a small blue car. I walked over to her and asked her what this place was. She ignored me and said something i cant remember. I asked her if she was God. Again she said something else. I determined that she wasnt god.

(ok this gets weird/funny now)

There was this penguin waddling towards me, he kept trying to bite me, pecking at me. I successfully dodged his blows, and then the lady said, go ahead and give him a little kick, hell probably stop.

Then i woke up




Pretty weird huh?

Has anyone else ever killed themselves in a dream, or visited something like the afterlife? I am in no way suicidal/depressed, I think my killing myself was sort of rebellious/valiant way of not going to jail. weird


ok later

Yeah, I have. I've died a few times in dreams. I've also visited my grandparents somehow. Or rather, they visited me.

By the way: Are you seriously in Maine?

As i just posted in another thread just below this one...dreams can sometimes be more vivid than the waking world, as your senses increase.

That was a pretty strange dream, and any dream with death is confusing to me, as to anyone who expireneces it.
From death to a penguin, that, as you said, was strange, but do you have any idea-why a penguin?

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Blessed is she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a ‘bird’s eye’ is to turn a blizzard into a breeze.[/b]

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Yes i actually am in Maine.

Regarding the penguin:

The penguin was a yellow-eyed penguin, the rarest penguin in the world, it only lives in the southern south island of new zealand. I was just in the southern south island of new zealand, where the bird is somewhat of an icon, so thats why it was in the dream.

By the way, what does Sesquipedalian mean?

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There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit were taught to deny, and our soul were told is for selling[/b]

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a long word. literally.

ohhhh... :doh:

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Yes I feel emphatic about not being static, and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.[/b]

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