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Is there a topic for these? I drept this night before last, just had to write it down.
I was working in a crawl space repairing electrical connections and I cut the line that we thought went to the crawlspace so that it could be removed. It was late and i thought we should finish up the next day, but it was my co-workers house and he wanted to finish it the same day.
We ended up finishing it quicker than i expected and turned on power.
On my way home, i stopped at a minimart to get a drink. It was a "hood" minimart, and when I walking in, the cashier greeted me with a "whatcha doin in hear, white boy?"
I walked past her, giving her a glance with a "dont fuck with me swagger." As i made my way to the back of the store, i turned right and was met by a black dude who had a black ps3 in one hand (although it looked square, more like the original ps2) and a white ps2 slim in the other. He was trying to sell them, but i tried to motion to him that i wasn't interested. However, as i was walking by i reached out for the ps2 slim, before quickly realizing what i was doing and moving my hand quickly back. I could feel the quick burst of hope of a quick sell in his eyes fade away into nothingness.
As i walked by him, in the right-back corner of the minimart, i had apparently walked into the "home theater" section of the minimart (or pawnshop, now, i guess). There were old tv's, a vcr here and there, nothing too spectacular, except the performers. There was a group of 4-5 black skinny-ish dudes rapping, i was thinking to myself, "damn, they sound pretty good, almost too good to be performing in this place".... I cant remember exactly what they were rapping, but it wasn't a well known song.
I walked into the next "area". It was a small stage at the front, which opened up to a massive crowd. On the stage were a few people fully dressed in african garb dancing and singing tribal music. I walked across the stage which ended up being the front right of the store/pawnshop. I made my way up the rows of seats, and as i was working my way up, the performers had finished one song an were polling the audience about what they wanted to hear next. While the question was in english, the names of the songs where very tribal. The audience was shouting out their choices, and as i was walking by, a white mother and her young daughter were in the crowd. They both had long flowing blond hair, and big bright blue eyes. They were both shouting out their choice, it was "bweee bweee" or something like that. Their faces stuck out to me for some reason.
After that, somehow i found out that the house i had worked on earlier was having electrical problems again. Namely, the houses dock and boat lift wasn't powered. The owner (not my coworker, who, as it turned out was just the tenant) told me that the dock wasn't working, and that the wire that was underneath the house that we had cut was the one that went out to the dock. I was pissed off at that point, because it was the house my coworker lived in and he had assured me that that wire didn't go to anything important.
Then, i was back at the house. The owner was in the home, explaining to me that the dock wasn't working and if i could help him. At that point, we both heard from outside the window "help her, why can't you help her, help her" in a woman's voice, shrill, ghostly, and full of desperation, yet soft enough to still leave some doubt as to what we actually heard. I headed towards the door, turned left, and started walking down the steps.
A figure was walking up to greet me. Dressed in something mostly black, skinny, with an oversized head. Pale white, skull like, but with huge black eyes with wide white ridges around the eyes. The figure's nose and lips existed, but they were shriveled in distress and distain for me. Out from beneath it's cloak of darkness it raised its arm to a point, pointing its finger at me "help her, why can't you help her, help her" followed by a shriek so cold and hopeless that it woke me up shivering, panicking.
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I see a poem in here.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris
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While I am generally a fan of non rhyming free verse I agree that this feels less like a poem but can't figure out why. But beyond that I DO like quite a few of the lines individually and think with some more tweaking you could have a great poem here.
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I didn't write this with the intent of writing a poem, but thanks.
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so, it's an interesting and vivid dream. What are we discussing?
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Just dreams you've had that stand out to you.
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I have reoccurring vampire dreams...since I saw Dracula at 4. Nothing surprising there.
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I see potential for a poem here too; the beginning reality-like scenes ending on a supernatural note. Added with the irony it's a dream all along! I'm a member of a dream forum and regularly document my dreams, I think it's an excellent way to learn about yourself and dream recall is the first step in lucid dreaming. Here's my most recent posting:
I dreamt I was detained by authorities for having large amounts of marijuana in the trunk of my car. We were in an area similar to a desert, on a highway. The shoulder part of the highway that is no longer highway was dead grass, pretty high in length, and rolled down into a ditch. I was told to stay at the bottom of the ditch. I told the officer I have to pee and he said I'm lucky cuz he does too. He walked me about 200-250 feet away from the highway, and took off my restraints. Instead of peeing, I turned around and bolted for my car. He noticed and screamed however, and before I knew it I had 4-5 officers with their weapons drawn on me. The officer that was peeing runs up, smiling, and leaves the restraints off. He says I got balls but balls get lost out here. He puts me in the back of a patrol van. While in the back of the patrol van, we pulled up to an area densely populated with buildings. My point of view immediately changed; I was out-of-body, witnessing the patrol van pull up in front of the buildings. The building on the left was a well-lit lobby, and bodies of men shuffled through. The officers stepped out of the van simultaneously, the commanding officer warned everybody to stay on their toes, that these guys are killers. They make their way single file into the building directly ahead, I followed them like a movie camera. The building had an open doorway that led out to an alleyway. The officers moved into this tight alleyway when shots rang out from behind. They immediately rushed forward into a very small courtyard, when men came from all directions firing pistols and rifles. Blood flew everywhere, it was difficult to make sense of who was shot and who was not, the officers returned fire and shot one of the men in the head. He was blocking a doorway into a dark room, but you could still see and hear his brains go everywhere as the back of his head exploded and he dropped. Some officers fell in the alley, only one or two made it into the doorway unscathed. They ran forward to a set of glass double doors and as soon as they made it through my point of view changed. I'm now in a rather strange setting. Its like a giant cliff made of obsidian, with sections of it carved out. There is a path carved out from the bottom of the cliff, with ropes along the edges. The path goes up to a square section carved out, this section has two square vats of molten lava in the middle. There is two man standing here, one an officer and the other some sort of criminal with a sniper rifle. He looks through the scope and my POV shifts so I can see what he sees through it. On the bottom of the cliff is a jagged surface (also made of obsidian) with many random cuts in the rock, making it difficult to traverse. Beyond the surface is ocean. The sniper sees a man in his sights, running. He takes a shot, and takes off the entire back of the man's skull. He drops instantly and blood gushes like a fountain. He laughs and tells the officer to check it out. The officer is pissed, he says to quit drawing attention or he's gonna get them caught. The sniper disregards his comment and says "where the fuck is he already?! He was supposed to be here with the drugs hours ago!" the officer said to be patient, the sniper grumbles something incoherent to himself. My point of view shifts suddenly. I'm in the same environment as the sniper, when I see the body of the man he just shot, not far away. I realize I'm right in the crosshairs of the sniper so I Sprint and dive, hitting the uneven and feeling an intense pain from a piece of rock coming into my thigh. I hear the crack of a bullet whizz by me. I stay prone. My POV shifts; I'm watching a man walk up the path, he's got mules that seem to be pulling crates. My POV shifts; im back in my body, I get up and run past the dead man. I eventually stumble upon 4 officers and a cream stallion with a blonde mane. The officers have the stallion surrounded, who is laying on the ground, most likely from pain. The officers are kicking it, laughing. I feel an intense rage and am getting ready to rush when the crackle of automatic fire from the distance is heard. The officers immediately draw their weapons. "We'll come back for this piece of shit," one officer remarked. They proceed to investigate the sound when I go up to the horse and try to soothe it. Its obviously in pain from the fact it doesn't want to get up. I wrap my arms around it's neck and gently tug, clicking my tongue in an effort to tell it to get up. It eventually complies and gets up, I look around and there's a very narrow path that goes down to the water. I tell the horse to go to the other side of the cliff with a pat on the back, it somehow understands me. I go down the narrow path to the water where the footing is extremely limited. I shimmy my way to the other side when I finally get there. The cream horse is already down there, laying down in a small, mini cave like corner. There are other horses here too, but they are black. As I sit on the small piece of rock below the surface, the waves of the ocean slowly get bigger and bigger. Eventually I'm completely submerged in water, holding on for dear life to a small piece of rock. The waves get bigger and come crashing down more violently. I'm hoping I can hold on when I hear voices from above. "They couldnt have gotten far, let's look down here!" I feel an intense worry, when I wake up. I feel the pain in my thigh from the rock the rest of the day, which I thought was strange.
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I don't treat dreams as just dreams anymore. I treat them as truths -- they either have happened, are happening, or, but only very very rarely, will happen. And it's sort of weird that whenever I succumb to any of my usual vices, I usually forget my dreams, both pre and post vice, easier, which only heightens the hype.
Biggest dream I've ever had is quite a story. A simple story, the dream itself, but how it affected me is, well, borderline delusion. Or maybe it ain't really a delusion, since I already read it as such.
"About four years ago (and this time, it really is four years ago), the vault opened, and I dreamed. I dreamed I was in this vast, Baroque, badly-lit library, with a lovely red carpet for a floor, and a well framed set of eggshell-white and ruddy-brown panels for a roof. All of the books were old and covered in dust, and most of them were printed in texts I couldn't understand (one of them, though, had the letter Я on its spine) -- I remember looking for a book, though for what cause, I did not know.
Then, out of the darkness, this doorway opened up to my left -- unlike the rest of the library, it seemed to be lit brightly from a light source on the floor, and the floor wasn't so carpeted. Curious, I entered the room, and saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life, reclining on an ancient, Grecian chaise longue, with her two green (or blue, or grey -- but I remember green) eyes locked at me, her two sweet lips smirking, and her hot head of red (dark, auburn red -- she might actually have been a brunette, though, since the light was orange) hair dancing wildly down her back and shoulders. I remember talking to her for a long while, playing verbally with her -- I remember her sweet red dress, I remember my awkward trench coat -- I remember her sitting up, her giving me the deep, intense gist of something -- I remember loving her, right at that moment, as I have never loved anyone yet.
I remember there were many other interesting things in that room: another old, Grecian vase, an oaken desk, a marble bust of some long dead Greek guy, silver and bronze implements of whatever, more books, maybe a globe, a telescope, and a bunch of other knick knacks and paintings -- it was an office, and a very sweet one, very Victorian; it all felt very familiar. And I remember there was a hearth to her right, framed with a large, stone mantle. I remember large glass windows framed by thin boxes of rusting steel above the shelves, on the highest point of the walls below the cornices -- it was night then, until it wasn't night, and my physical body finally sensed that it was the morning. I didn't want to go, but I was woken up anyway, as a great flame consumed everything -- and I remember she was telling me something, and I really, really didn't want her to go, but she did anyway, as did the rest of the library, and I never found the book, and I slowly, very very slowly, woke up, believing it was all a dream.
Until I let it fester in my head, and I realized that her face, her face I remember never having seen before (or, perhaps, since), and I started thinking, believing, remembering that it wasn't just a dream -- that it was a gift from the vault, a revelation, perhaps, or an epiphany or a prophecy, a connection -- a call to adventure, like the one Kamar-al-Zaman received from the efreet in Arabian Nights -- and then that is all. I never found her, and though I have had many opportunities to look for her, I don't think finding a literal dream-woman is a reasonable thing to do in today's reasonable world. So, I waste away now, filled with a supernatural longing only the supernatural can satisfy, and that is all."
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I dreamed that I wrestled a bear once.
It was a good dream.
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River,
Trench coats, a beautiful woman, and a Greek backdrop, eh? Must've been amazing imagery.
Did you win, Milo? Lol
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I do believe in the end I did get the better of my ursine competitor but he retained my respect. The battle was long and fierce but not out of enmity but out of love for the battle. Neither of us was willing to yield an inch without a fight.
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I had a dream I murdered an old man in front of my childhood home with a kitchen knife because I sensed he was evil.
I'll be there in a minute.
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i had a dream i was murdered by a woman outside her house with a kitchen knife, i sensed she was on drugs 
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i've had a few death dream and a few dreams where i get chased by people who wish to kill me, usually starts off in the desert, goes onto a city ends up on a cliff where i get shot in the throat and drown when i fall into a river.
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I had a dream I was Bruce Willis in an action movie.
I'll be there in a minute.
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(10-21-2015, 12:55 PM)newsclippings Wrote: I had a dream I was Bruce Willis in an action movie.
Read "Experiment with Time" by JW Dunne. Faber and Faber.
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(10-21-2015, 12:11 PM)billy Wrote: i've had a few death dream and a few dreams where i get chased by people who wish to kill me, usually starts off in the desert, goes onto a city ends up on a cliff where i get shot in the throat and drown when i fall into a river.
(10-21-2015, 12:09 PM)billy Wrote: i had a dream i was murdered by a woman outside her house with a kitchen knife, i sensed she was on drugs
(10-21-2015, 10:29 AM)newsclippings Wrote: I had a dream I murdered an old man in front of my childhood home with a kitchen knife because I sensed he was evil.
Were there any owls in those dreams?
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