Dreams

[gil2455526]

Woah, really looking forward to reading it. I will also try to start a dream journal. I have really difficult time remembering dreams, and I heard writing them down makes it easier over time.

[The Abacus]

Last night I had an odd dream. Most of it makes absolutely no sense. The I only I can remember relatively well is a golden door. It was a door made of some reflective yellow metal. There were gears on the door that were constantly active, like a clock. Some were visible, but I'm sure there was a lot more inside the door. There was a white band with fancily-written numbers on the right side on the door. In the middle of the door (right next to the band) there were tiles for 4-number combination. I presume they were some sort of rotating drum as they were constantly turning with their fancily-written numbers. Then the numbers united. I think I remember a 1 and a 7 in the combination and that the combination was something like this: 1672, but I might be mistaken (writing this I realize that that combination is familiar). When they united I might have heard a *click* as the door unlocked. Then I awoke.

I should have wrote this earlier, the more time passes, the less I remember.

[Redafro]

Wow. Epic moment! Sounds like your mind thinks doors are about to be opened, or need to be. Are you getting ready to graduate or something?

[The Abacus]

Are you getting ready to graduate or something?

No, it's probably because I've been thinking too much about doors lately.

[Vurn]

I can't remember what happened in it but a couple days ago I had a dream where somebody was speaking Arabic. It's pretty encouraging to me that my mind will unconsciously process a language I am learning.

I've never had anything like that happen, although now that I think about it, I rarely if ever hear someone speak or speak myself in my dreams.

Sometimes in my dreams I can see a person moving his mouth but I don't hear any sound, and then suddenly I know what that person is saying, like if I could read the lips or something, but with the voice of that person bursting in my head. Not always happens. It's a really odd thing :/

I never hear people talk in dreams, it's more like hearing their thoughts.
And I hardly ever see other people in my dreams anyway.

[Babylon]

So I should probably tell you about this messed up dream I had. It took place in between Sunday night and early Monday morning. I don't know how long it lasted, but I woke up at 3’ish when it was over.
it starts on the bank of an estuary, in the early afternoon. I am lying down on a sand dune in between banks of reads and tall grasses, dressed in some kind of uniform. There is a bearded man next to me looking down a pair of high tech binoculars across the estuary. It is very shallow and slow moving (probably up to my ankles) and on the other side is a large power plant. Huge grey cooling towers pump out steam into the otherwise cloudless sky. After several seconds, the bearded man tells me it's time to go. We wade through the estuary and head towards the power plant. This section of my dream is fairly linear. We climb a few fences and go through a few generic industrial areas. Eventually we get inside (I’m just following the bearded man at this point)
and head up some stairs. A guard is sitting a security post in the corridor. The bearded man shoots him with a rifle, and blood splatters everywhere. I feel a bit sickened by this, but he tells me to keep moving. We head up some more stairs, and another guard jumps us. He stabs the bearded man, who pulls a pistol on him, shooting him as well. The bearded man is dying on the floor, but he passes me his rifle and tells me to get to the reactor room. He then dies. I for some decide to get to the reactor room, so keep going. Eventually I get into the reactor room. Its donut shaped with a large cylindrical room inside of it, and has buttons and lights all over the walls. A man in a lab coat tries to grab me, but I throw him of and he falls to the ground. The cylindrical room has a sliding door on it. I lower the rifle, and slide opens the door. (This is where things start to go out of the window.) Inside the room is a tree. An honest-to-God, living-breathing tree. I approach the tree, and my location changes. I’m now I’m in a slate quarry. Its night time and raining heavily. The tree is still in front of me. I take a step closer to it, and things change again. I’m in a Victorian manor house, all marble and pillars. It is a long room, with a large window at one end, pillars up the two long sides, and a large glass door leading to another room behind me. It is day time as far as I can tell. In the centre of the room is a person lying on the floor, in a pool of blood. I drop the rifle and run towards the person. Dread fills me, as I know who I will see. (I don’t know how though, I just knew it.) I reach him, and roll him over to face me. It’s me. I see myself dying in a pool of blood on the floor. I’m dressed in a suit with a black tie on, with a gaping wound on my chest. I’m not alone in the room (or should I say we are?) there are mannequins in the alcoves between each pillar, dressed in identical suits to the one the dying version of me is wearing. Suddenly, I’m running through a forest, in the evening. I’m now dressed in such a suit. I hear the sound of a loud ringing echoing through the trees, as it gets louder I feel compelled to run faster, as if I’m trying to escape it. It reaches its crescendo, and I’m awake in my bed.

Well, there it is. Am I going crazy? It wouldn't surprise me. This is truly the weirdest, scariest, and most vivid dream I have ever had. The worst thing is how much I can remember. As a kid I had a series of recurring nightmares about a headless man that I can still recall to this day, but this is just something else entirely. I’ve wasn’t able to shake it off until earlier this afternoon.

[WorldisQuiet5256]

I was sick last Friday and slept most of the day away. What I dream can't be describe in images because it would look like a big mess to you. But what I can tell you was it was me (or my mental conscience) working around inside my Body getting rid of whatever I had in me that was making me sick. In sort I was using my Mental Capability to move with my Antibody to help fight the Germs in my System, then repaired the damage they cause. But due to my lack of Mental Understandably of my Under Evolved Brain it read as a Dream thus I can't used it at Will.

But by leaving my Physical Brain and moving around Mentally through my Body doing repairs still left consequences because the next day my Brain felt like a Rock instead of Gray Matter.

Babylon your not crazy, you probably have the memories of some Rogue Solider of the Soviet Union Spirit and your seeing the part of his life that lead to his Death. That Solider probably had an Epiphany of what become of the U.S.S.R. retaliated and decide to create the Disaster known as the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant Explosion. He (The Solider not you) probably somehow got away before Reactor 4 exploded. But you where caught by the Soviet Authority and sent to the Russian Work Camps. The U.S.S.R. decided to use a Cover Up that stated the blame falls to a Test. Stalin probably didn't want the People of Russia Eye's not to open to the Truth. But with your skills and capability you were given a Chosen by Stalin to do some Spy Work in Britain but where caught and killed in the Forest near the Queen Private Estate.

Nothing more than that.

[Rooster5man]

Well, there it is. Am I going crazy? It wouldn't surprise me. This is truly the weirdest, scariest, and most vivid dream I have ever had. The worst thing is how much I can remember

It sounds like Doctor Who (I don't want to spoil what part if you haven't watched recently), Twilight Zone and Harry Potter (the portkey - keep traveling) all in one. Probably some good inspiration to start writing a story, might not mean much

[The Kakama]

I could only remember fragments of my dreams:
1.I was running a race of sorts,and I had to run through a crowd...
2.I was looking at the sunrise,but the sky was grey and landscape looked desolate,like I was the last person on earth...
3.I was walking down a flight of stairs,and I heard the songs running through my head more vividly than usual...
4.I was trying to pronounce some word which sounded like "pembuli"(Malay for bully)...
When I woke up,the partial amnesia was worse,I felt dizzy.

[gil2455526]

If you have a hard time remembering your dreams, have a dream journal near your bed. Since I started mine, two dreams in two days that I remembered. And when I was writing the second one, I could feel my brain trying to forget it in the first minutes of morning.