Jason writes:
I was in a vast green field playing soccer with a large group of people. It was a pretty and pastoral scene. The ground began shaking so violently we all were losing our balance. The horizon seemed shorter than normal and a group of huge black helicopters came over it and landed amidst our soccer field. Black-uniformed individuals akin to Nazis started marching around a giving orders. Rows of desks appeared and we were all being processed and catalogued in these long lines and then forced to sit in the desks.
Tera sends us the following two dreams:
about 6 months away from home in MPLS, and into art school in San Francisco i started having very vivid dreams. I dreamt I was on a very high bridge, (not unlike something halfway between the train bridge that crosses the river parkway, and the golden gate bridge). There were cars travelling on the bridge, and I was standing on it. It was an opaque night, and i felt I was almost standing in the sky. The moon was high and full. It was a long way down to water below. I remember having an sudden pang of sensation of both awe, excitement and fear as I suddenly realized ‘THE MOON IS GOING TO CRASH INTO THIS BRIDGE.’ 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.
Jason recalls this prescient dream:
This dream woke me up at 5am several years ago.
I was in an urban area and everything was more or less gray. There were two buildings and I knew that everyone had to get out of them but I didn’t know why. I went into one building and then the other but not only would no one listen to me, it’s like they couldn’t see or hear me. I was getting more and more frantic and desperate. Suddenly I was far away from the buildings, as if instantly teleported. In my mind’s eye I became aware of this man and I knew that when he opened his mouth something terrible was going to happen. With a maniacal grin he opened his mouth and I could see a vibrational pattern come out of it. I watched in horror as one of the buildings crumbled to the ground. I was screaming at the man to stop but he opened his mouth again and the second building crumbled. That’s when I woke up.
After falling back asleep I woke up again hearing George Bush’s voice on a radio outside talking about a terrorist attack, it was September 11th, 2001.
I dream of dada 