Whitney dreamt on 3/28/08:
There was a neat little story- almost like a story book I was in, like the Frog and Toad books. I think I was a frog or some swamp creature. And my best friend was there, a toad or some swamp creature. The water was dirty, dark green sludge. We were having fun. Then the water was moving & I was very frightened. Then my friend was friends with the BIG SCARY CREATURE coming out of the swamp. Continue reading
Angela writes:
I lived in the house I grew up in (it’s always a nightmare when I dream I live in Blaine) Suburbs full of Republican Whitey’s and everyone drives EVERYwhere they go even if it’s a couple blocks, theres no sidewalks. My husband was leaving me, I was very sad crying and crying and crying. I was going to have to get a roommate and I would never be able to leave to suburbs. I was being very pathetic about the husband leaving and begging him to stay for the kids and such. He wouldn’t budge. My brother was not pleased how pathetic I was being so he took me to the market and we bought many cows. I decided to raise them all over my yard in the city of Blaine. Continue reading
Alberta writes:
My little white animal, inside its tent for travel, goes mad, slashes the tent with a flat metal tool
I scream and drop it, run
The animal is mad
It is small, fast and ferocious Continue reading
Rachel writes:
I’m in the bathroom of my grandmother’s house, trying to kill all the mice that have moved in there. It looks empty, but apparently you can’t put down a bowl without catching several mice, so I’m doing just that. I put down a bowl in the empty bathtub and suddenly it’s full of tiny mice scratching around and trying to get out. So, I pour them into a paper bag at my side, and keep scooping them out. Inspired by what was apparently an iron and wine song about killing mice in the bath tub (it started playing in my mind and I thought it’d be a great idea), I take the little mice out and throw them against the tiled wall. They leave red smears of blood where they hit. Continue reading
Filed under: Dreams | Tags: animals, bathrooms, relationships, travel, vampires, werewolves
Max writes:
The dream begins with me wandering through post-apocalyptic NYC- nobody’s around, all the buildings are ruined and dark, and it’s a very cloudy night out. I go inside the building that I live in, chat with some of the people around, and notice everyone looking hungrily at this one blond girl. It turns out that we are all vampires and she used to be one, but is now human. Of course we have to control ourselves, as there are very few humans left to feed on. I don’t think I can handle it, so I tear out of the room in a quasi werewolf form and head to the roof. Continue reading
Filed under: Dreams | Tags: animals, despair, nightmare, recurrent, terror
Max writes in:
This is an oldie, and more of the recurring nightmare type.
In this nightmare I’m going into someplace dark. Not so dark that I can’t see, but still pretty dark. It turns out to be an old basement with lots of dusty boxes stacked up with cobwebs everywhere. I’m feeling fine until I hear something coming towards me. I see that it is a bunch of rats and try to run away, but I find that it’s as if I’m running through water, and no matter how much I try to push myself I can’t go faster than a slow jog. As I’m running my eyes start to involuntarily close; I try to hold them open, and look back at the rats, but they just keep on closing, until I am fumbling about on hands and knees with my eyes only open as slits. I try to call for help, because I know that there are people in the lighted rooms above, but every time I try to yell it comes out as a hoarse whisper. I keep on scrambling towards the stairs, but know that the rats are going to catch me. The rats make non noise except for shrieks that sound like a fainter and more terrible version of my hoarse whisper. Eventually I wake up and paranoidly look about the room.
Whitney dreamt on 2/16/09:
A circus act, I am up on stage- up high- I know i must get on a red and white stool thing with bouncy pads for us to stand on and bounce. All the pretty, sexy ladies know what they are doing on their stools up there. I am new at this, never done it before. First time. The white bear who is a real bear but somehow does not seem like a polar bear is front and center stage on a similar stool stand red thingy. I am instructed to go stand on the stool near the bear, because I am new so the new girl has to go near the scary bear. What is supposed to happen? What am I supposed to do, I wonder. Am I supposed to jump and go near the bear- who is now standing up and looking at me from his red stool bouncy thingy. Is he gonna eat me? Maul me? Hurt me? Is that the trick they are all waiting for? My outfit is tan shorts and a big tank top and everyone keeps telling me it is not sexy enough. Everyone else was wearing red sexy circus numbers. Next time I won’t be so new at this, I tell myself, and I will know the trick and I will have the matching outfit, next time- if there is a next time, if I am not the trick. Maybe next time I will know what is going on? Now I’m in the bleachers with the audience and my best friend from high school is a few rows ahead of me and my sister is a few seat over from me, but across the aisle. She’s sitting with her co-workers/ her staff- they are mad she forced them to come to the show. They leave to go shopping in a big city like New York.
Rachel writes:
I’m in a Shakespeare play, that much I know, but apparently it’s the one where they play soccer with wolves. So we’re at the big game and the plot of the play revolves around finding out how the wolves are cheating, but fortunately, I have super sharp vision and can see that one of the wolves is wearing an illegal watch, or has too much red on his uniform, or uses the wrong paws. Continue reading
Gina writes:
Ann asks me to come into a room. There is a sick boy wheezing, dying. I stood for a moment and then almost approached him, but sat down instead. I heard Ann say, “There’s nothing that can be done.” He was wheezing and breathing with such difficulty. I couldn’t believe there wasn’t anything we could do.
In his hand were some birds. They talked a lot, chirped constantly, and I saw them picking at some white things also in his hand. I watched this boy with such awe, in such pain, I remember Ann kept saying, “It’s almost over…”
But then I saw something happen. The white pieces in his hand suddenly turned into baby birds. They didn’t hatch from little eggs. We watched and noticed the beautiful sounds coming from these new birds. The boy was fascinated and surprised. The white pieces in his hand originally were pieces of onion. Suddenly we noticed that he wasn’t wheezing anymore and he was sitting up in bed, then standing before us. The birds flew up and out of the room. Continue reading
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