DarkSlinky

Archive for the ‘Dreams’ Category

I’ve been having nightmares every night for nearly 2 weeks now, but I never remember them when I wake.

This morning I very clearly remembered.

It started with me walking through a very old and very beautiful museum.  I was standing in a large room with descending stairs in the middle and thick, glass doors behind me.  I watched as the sun began to fade through the high windows of the room.

I turned and through the glass doors I could see a creature that looked like an ogre crossed with a dinosaur.  Its’ teeth were sharp and its’ black eyes were glinting, watching me.  I pulled a shotgun out of nowhere and began shooting at the creature but all it did was break the glass and give the creature access to me.  I opted to run from the creature.  I ran straight past it down a pitch black corridor.  I couldn’t see where I was going but I realised I was running past hundreds of dead bodies.  Everything went black and I realised I was dead.

I ‘respawned’ within eyesight of the creature.  I began to run away from the creature and managed to gain distance on him because the corridor was too short and it was forced to crawl.  Eventually I came across another person and we agreed to work together to escape.

We turned a corner began searching the rooms on either side of the corridor in case there were more survivors.  I found one;   a friend of mine who I barely recognised because he was so sickly and skinny that I could lift him and carry him myself.

We left the room and realised the creature was getting closer so we stopped searching and continued to run.  We turned another corner and came across Simon Pegg dressed as he was in the end of ‘Hot Fuzz’ – armed and dangerous.  He told us he would lead us to safety, took my friend off of me and we began to run down another corridor.

The corridor eventually began to lighten and I noticed there were a lot of teenagers in school uniforms looking frightened.  We arrived at the room with the glass doors where there was  a plump lady, clearly a school teacher, telling her students not to be afraid.  I told her to be careful not to break the glass doors which had also, somehow, respawned.  I looked out the high windows into the dead of night and thought to myself that I might be late to my own 21^st gathering.

Suddenly everyone around me was joyful and relaxed and there were people outside the museum cheering and taking photos of the museum and those inside.  I realised the people inside the museum had the privilege of seeing it before it officially opened and for some reason people found this exciting.  I decided my 21^st birthday was more important than the opening of a museum and began to walk towards the entrance.

As I walked out of the museum and down a red carpet I tried calling my boyfriend in the dream (who, in reality, is my ex-boyfriend who I had been with for nearly 5 years).  He didn’t answer and the service provider informed me that he was busy watching TV.  I called him repeatedly as I walked down the dark street and eventually he answered.  When I asked him to pick me up he told me he was too drunk to drive.  I demanded that he go and ask my mother to pick me up and hung up on him.

I decided that while I waited I would sit with a group of drunk, homeless people next to a bus shelter because in such a dodgy neighbourhood I would have preferred any company over none at all.  The lady sitting next to me was drawing pictures on her leg using a tiny welder-like-instrument shaped like a pen with glittery goo inside of it.  She told me I should give myself a tattoo and explained how to use the pen-welder as she handed it to me.  I told her I didn’t want a tattoo but she didn’t seem to comprehend what I was saying.

I looked at my phone and suddenly felt like I was completely alone in the world.  I began to miss my ex-boyfriend (who, in reality, is my current boyfriend) so greatly that it was hard to breathe.  I wanted to call him to beg him to take me back and save me from this situation but upon typing his name into my phone I realised I had deleted his number.  I tried to contact a friend who would have his number but I realised I had deleted his number too.

I suddenly heard a girl screaming and I looked up to saw a ute pulling up across the road.  There was a topless bogan sitting on the hood of the car and 2 more bogans got out of the ute.  They were all intoxicated.  Together they pulled a young girl and a young man out of the back of the ute and began to drag them inside a dirty looking house, the girl was screaming the whole time.

I felt horrified and got up to walk away as I began dialing my mother’s number.  She answered the phone and said, “Are you okay my baby?” and I told her I’m okay but to hurry.  I started heading towards a petrol station that looked safer than street while I formulated a plan to call the police once I got to a safe place, and then to win my ex-boyfriend back.

Then I woke up.

I find this dream particularly interesting because in all of my dreams for the past year my ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend have been one and the same.  In this dream it seemed like my mind was finally identifying them as two separate people.  The rest I haven’t thought about yet…

<3 DarkSlinky.

I dreamt that I was walking down an American looking suburban street.  The sun was shining in a confronting manner that I didn’t find pleasant.  It was hot and I was sweating uncomfortably.  There was a man wearing a suit walking beside me, but throughout the dream I never saw his face.  I was under the impression he was some sort of detective or police officer.

We came to a house and the man lead me towards it.  It was a small, dirty, run-down house – the yard unkempt and the windows boarded and barred.  The front door was slightly ajar and as I began to push it open I was overwhelmed with the smell of dust and rotting flesh.  The door caught on something and wouldn’t go any further, so I squeezed through the gap, the man following behind me, neither of us saying a word.

The room was dimly lit by sunlight shining through the barred windows and I could see dust floating in the light.  As my eyes adjusted I discovered the source of the smell; twenty or more barely-breathing bodies of old, homeless men lying all over the floor, one of them blocking the door.  I felt mildly sad and wished I could help them, but I had entered the house to look for something and ignored them for the most part.

I began to search, stepping over groaning, skeletal figures and being careful of dirty syringes that were scattered around the place.  I moved left into a small living area, from here I saw another closed door.  I moved towards it and opened it.

Inside was what once would have been a tiny bathroom, but through events unknown had become a room dripping with blood and flesh.  On the floor was the unidentifiable body of either a young woman or a feminine man.  Their skin had been ripped to shreds; their arms were covered in needle wounds and there was a hole through their head with teeth, bone, meat and brains hanging out.

I recoiled, horrified by what I saw.

The man beside me began to radio someone – I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying because I was too traumatised.

Then I woke up.

I dreamt I was standing in the immense lobby of a resort on the Gold Coast.  It was an incredible room of modern design; very sleek with glass stairs and a lot of bright colours.  The light of the setting sun poured in through the two storey glass panels that made up the walls, which gave the room a very warm atmosphere.  Outside I could see the beach was right next to the resort.

I was on a school camp and my friends and I decided to explore the resort.  We were going up and down in the elevators, looking at the different floors and getting lost, as you do in dreams that don’t really make a lot of sense.

After we found our room we decided to cause some mischief and my friend, Lynnette, managed to steal one of the cleaners ID cards; the kind they use to operate the workers elevators.  We were playing in those elevators for a while before we arrived at the lobby again.  I wandered off, admiring the lobby, and when I turned around, I realised my friends had jumped back in the elevator.  I ran after them but the doors closed just before I got there.

I stood there pushing the elevator button, feeling alone and not wanting to be separated from my friends, when the doors opened and there stood a group of cleaners eyeing me suspiciously.  I exclaimed that I was lost before walking back towards the lobby, where I came across a teacher from my high school and a few students from my primary school.  The teacher asked me what I was doing and I replied with, “Nothing… Emma, Nicki, Lynnette and I just got lost,” before I walked away, worried about my friends.

Then I woke up.