Phalanx
01-07-2007, 03:43 PM
So, after having this fucked up dream last night, I thought I would start another...
You know the deal with these dream threads, just post anything old or new that's stayed with you for some reason or another...
So...after about 20 of those random dream location changes (yknow, you start in a mall then all of a sudden you're in a town, you don't know where the fuck you are, walk into a room, it's a pool, and back outside into a movie theatre that's always playing films that you've never heard of, that make no damn sense and when you sit down to watch it, what's on "film" becomes the dream itself...kinda like that?) It got into an ongoing "plot".
Just something that I remember first that I found kinda weird/funny...*I had to go to my old thai boxing class, which for some reason was located in my current town, and I couldn't find my ankle guards, so I wrapped 'em in toilet paper, and by the time I'd done that HUGE process, the class was over* that there makes sense in most of my dreams.
But, the fucked up bit I'm talking about...I seemed to be part of a group of people, I don't know who I was, or who they were, all I knew is that we had enemies, and we were out to fight 'em. I had what looked like a compound bow, the other folks, one or two had guns (which never got used...dream logic again), the rest were unarmed. It was night. We spotted these guys across the road in front of a service station, and well, I started firing at them...now, I'm "ok" with a bow, but this was crazy, I was loading up two arrows at a time, and actually hitting people with every shot...riiiiight...but thats not the fucked up art, that's yet to come. The last shot I took, was my last two arrows, and they fell short of the mark, they just kinda landed in front of the "bad" people. I was outta arrows, and now on my own. Seemed like everyone with me had pissed off, I actually saw the last one make a bolt for it on a bike.
So, I ran...there was still like 5 people across the road that I'm sure were none too pleased 'bout how I perforated their buddies...haha, and I didn't even know why...so yeah, I ran and ran and ran, then I remembered how I'd seen one of the guys ride away on a bike, and thought that was a pretty good idea.
It was still plenty dark, and I saw a bike coming my way. I'm not sure if there was even anybody after me in the dream, or it had just switched to "objective is now to get a bike, rest of dream irrelevant"...so anyways, this bike was coming at high speed, so, I clotheslined the rider.
Chaos.
There was like thumping sounds, crashing sounds...etc...seems the bike went up against a tree or something, I thought the rider had been thrown. It was dark as fuck and I couldn't see much at all, but I heard some kinda groaning coming from the broken bike (that's right, I broke the bike I wanted to "escape" on = standard dream vehicle luck), and I looked and looked and looked and just couldn't find anything. Then I saw there was a box or something on part of the bike, and when I looked it was a fucking baby carrier thing, with a baby in it. The baby seemed undamaged, so I picked the carrier up and put it to the side, and I knew things were not good...I started looking for the parent. Still couldn't find a thing, but started finding other stuff like some shopping they had, and a wallet....both of which I just took without thinking. Walked just a bit further down the street, still looking...then I saw a severed hand in the gutter...blood lead to the middle of the road, where I saw a helmet with some nasty looking shit in it, what looked like some piles of skin, blood allover the road, bits and peices of innards (it all looked like intestine, nothing else), and just...gore, with two tyre skid marks carrying through it...I knew then that somehow the rider/parent must've been thrown into the path of oncoming traffic. Felt pretty damn bad about it too, but I didn't wanna get caught. I went back to the baby, and took the carrier thing to the nearest house and left it there, I figured the crying would bring 'em out. Then I walked away, all elements of the former dream seemingly forgotten. Somehow it was daylight again, and there I was walking away with the dead persons stolen goods after leaving their orphaned child to the care of strangers.
I woke up then...but yeah, it's one of those dreams that just...when you wake up from it, you don't feel so right.
Of course, I wonder what the fuck is goin' on in my head sometimes...but hey...usually when I dream it's at least interesting, but bad stuff happens so much that I don't even bother using the term "nightmare" personally anymore, just seems like wondering from onr bad situation into another, and fucked up shit happening is business as usual.
So, anything for you folks lately?
You know the deal with these dream threads, just post anything old or new that's stayed with you for some reason or another...
So...after about 20 of those random dream location changes (yknow, you start in a mall then all of a sudden you're in a town, you don't know where the fuck you are, walk into a room, it's a pool, and back outside into a movie theatre that's always playing films that you've never heard of, that make no damn sense and when you sit down to watch it, what's on "film" becomes the dream itself...kinda like that?) It got into an ongoing "plot".
Just something that I remember first that I found kinda weird/funny...*I had to go to my old thai boxing class, which for some reason was located in my current town, and I couldn't find my ankle guards, so I wrapped 'em in toilet paper, and by the time I'd done that HUGE process, the class was over* that there makes sense in most of my dreams.
But, the fucked up bit I'm talking about...I seemed to be part of a group of people, I don't know who I was, or who they were, all I knew is that we had enemies, and we were out to fight 'em. I had what looked like a compound bow, the other folks, one or two had guns (which never got used...dream logic again), the rest were unarmed. It was night. We spotted these guys across the road in front of a service station, and well, I started firing at them...now, I'm "ok" with a bow, but this was crazy, I was loading up two arrows at a time, and actually hitting people with every shot...riiiiight...but thats not the fucked up art, that's yet to come. The last shot I took, was my last two arrows, and they fell short of the mark, they just kinda landed in front of the "bad" people. I was outta arrows, and now on my own. Seemed like everyone with me had pissed off, I actually saw the last one make a bolt for it on a bike.
So, I ran...there was still like 5 people across the road that I'm sure were none too pleased 'bout how I perforated their buddies...haha, and I didn't even know why...so yeah, I ran and ran and ran, then I remembered how I'd seen one of the guys ride away on a bike, and thought that was a pretty good idea.
It was still plenty dark, and I saw a bike coming my way. I'm not sure if there was even anybody after me in the dream, or it had just switched to "objective is now to get a bike, rest of dream irrelevant"...so anyways, this bike was coming at high speed, so, I clotheslined the rider.
Chaos.
There was like thumping sounds, crashing sounds...etc...seems the bike went up against a tree or something, I thought the rider had been thrown. It was dark as fuck and I couldn't see much at all, but I heard some kinda groaning coming from the broken bike (that's right, I broke the bike I wanted to "escape" on = standard dream vehicle luck), and I looked and looked and looked and just couldn't find anything. Then I saw there was a box or something on part of the bike, and when I looked it was a fucking baby carrier thing, with a baby in it. The baby seemed undamaged, so I picked the carrier up and put it to the side, and I knew things were not good...I started looking for the parent. Still couldn't find a thing, but started finding other stuff like some shopping they had, and a wallet....both of which I just took without thinking. Walked just a bit further down the street, still looking...then I saw a severed hand in the gutter...blood lead to the middle of the road, where I saw a helmet with some nasty looking shit in it, what looked like some piles of skin, blood allover the road, bits and peices of innards (it all looked like intestine, nothing else), and just...gore, with two tyre skid marks carrying through it...I knew then that somehow the rider/parent must've been thrown into the path of oncoming traffic. Felt pretty damn bad about it too, but I didn't wanna get caught. I went back to the baby, and took the carrier thing to the nearest house and left it there, I figured the crying would bring 'em out. Then I walked away, all elements of the former dream seemingly forgotten. Somehow it was daylight again, and there I was walking away with the dead persons stolen goods after leaving their orphaned child to the care of strangers.
I woke up then...but yeah, it's one of those dreams that just...when you wake up from it, you don't feel so right.
Of course, I wonder what the fuck is goin' on in my head sometimes...but hey...usually when I dream it's at least interesting, but bad stuff happens so much that I don't even bother using the term "nightmare" personally anymore, just seems like wondering from onr bad situation into another, and fucked up shit happening is business as usual.
So, anything for you folks lately?