DreamNight of July 25, 2008Dream by lucidflux
I am in a vast complex. It is made up of circular halls, layers of them growing outwards, and each one larger than the next. I live on one of the halls closest to the outside. There are many people here, of every age, race, creed and station, grouped together to live. The halls are lit by a soft blue lightthe outside walls are glass and have some doors, but are almost always locked. The carpet is clean and the walls are bare. But no matter how comfortable they make it, we all know that we are prisoners of a vast government institution. I am a very important person because I know more about what this place is and what it does than anyone else alive. But I must also keep myself a secret
* * *
They do horrible things to us.
I go outside of myself for a time to see just what this government is doing, as if I am a narrator. I enter a big room, like a meeting hall or a gymnasium, deep in the throbbing heart of the complex. Men with impassive, blank faces an
dream onThe last dream I remember having that was completely unrealistic was one where I was standing on the rooftop of a house. It wasnt a million story tall building, but a simple house. The roof was pointed, the way a birdhouse would be if you made one with two slats of wood. Even in the dream, I imagined myself a tight-rope walker. I held my arms out, put one foot in front of the other - I was in ballet slippers, all worn and gray where the pink faded or the color chipped away and I twirled across this thin pole-like birdhouse rooftop. The only reason this is a little unrealistic is because, well, I was on a roof, and Im a terrible dancer. I have less than zero amounts of hand-eye coordination, let alone hand-eye-foot coordination. Also, it was raining really hard, so of course, realistically, I would have fallen on my face or broken . . . something, obviously. The best part of the dream was just that: I didnt fall. It was so freeing, and one of the mostdream on by missxscissorhands
Dream Journal 1Monday, January 5, 2009Dream Journal 1 by Neon-Blue-27
I had a simple dream, a fun dream, and a slightly disturbing dream all in a row last night.
First off the simple dream. I was just cuddling and playing around with a small animal that I held in my arms. Possibly an ermine, as it was white and weasel-like in appearance, just like every picture I had seen of an ermine thus far. For some reason I pondered its gender and so I felt its chest (its fur was thick) and found out it was female.
There that dream ended and the fun one began. In the next dream, I was a small animal of some sort. Freaky, huh? I usually stay human when I have a role in my dreams. Anyways, I was in a yard to the side of some building, and I was going around to various animals and striking a particular bargain with them. At first I was concerned they wouldn't understand me due to our difference in species, but they did. "Don't harm that ermine and her family, and I'll make it worth your while," or something like that. I think she must have been
The Dream of the Corrupt RoomsThe first room looks like a child's bedroom. A heavy concentration of dust motes glow white in the blue-grey light diffusing through windows that are almost opaque with filth. The walls, ceiling, and floors are corrupted with water damage, rust, mould, and dirt. Toys are strewn about the floor---stuffed animals, a train set, dolls, cars---and all of these are covered in a fine layer of dirt mingled with apocalyptic ash. I recognize some of the toys as my own from childhood.The Dream of the Corrupt Rooms by Laquare
There are sounds in the background, too muffled and distant to distinguish. Thunder, or bombs dropping, perhaps, with a constant static of wind and rain. Or perhaps the static is the sound of my own deafness, and the throbbing booms are the erratic beating of my own heart.
I move to the next room, and I become aware that my feet are bare; I can feel the textured grit beneath my skin, and the varied levels of dampness softening the floor, which seems to be made of wood covered in plaster.
The floor is even damper now
Dream Journal 1-4Dream Journal 1-4 by MomoniFeliyador
I was at this store...or something. And this guy had a huge dreamcatcher on a small silver chain. The whole in it was quite large and the webbing took up only about and inch or two of the diameter which was probably about six by the way it looked. I was staring at in intensly and the man asked me if I would like to buy it. Isaid yes but before I could take it this woman nex to him bought it instead. I remember looking at her with resentment.
(The largeness of the dream catcher might have been influenced by the fact that I watched Boondocks right before bed)
I am somehow like really tall...like...godzilla tall. And these japanese people are going to take me to japan via plane for surgery or something. Well, they get everything all ready and stuff and they tell me to go to the top of this mountain to get on the plane or something. It appears as a smiley face in the sky. So I go home and start getting clothes around.
(Then I wake up and realize I fell asleep
Dream JournalWhen I was young I used to keep a dream journalDream Journal by WinterRave
I wrote about my fantasies and what I was going to be when I grew up
I wrote that I was going to be a musician
A singer, a songwriter, and an icon to the people I once considered my peers
It didn't matter that I couldn't sing
It didn't matter that I had no rhythm
This was my dream journal
And deep inside I believed every word of it
I wrote that I would one day change the world
And that I would use my talent to help people
I wrote with the belief that there was love in everyone
And that nothing could ever go wrong if I kept believing that
It didn't matter that I might be ridiculed
Or the fact that so many people are resistant to change
I was just thankful for everything I had
Not a day would go by that I didn't feel loved
One day my mother found my dream journal and read it
When I got home from school that day she confronted me
"Honey, you can't be serious," she told me
"You could never do all these things."
She advised me to give up on my
Oh Returning DreamOh returning dreamOh Returning Dream by SteveJones313
Why do you come to me?
You show me great wonders
And undiscovered beauty.
You display for me a magical scene
A place of rescue and freedom
Where peace is a constant
And pain is seldom
I see a sun-set horizon
The sky painted with purple and reds
The sea flows softly with whispers of blue
All stress non-existent, impossible, dead
I see the sand lay still
Soft and comforting on my feet
The wind calmly blows on me
The sand warms me with gentle heat
I lay by the tide's edge
Gazing out into the distance
Wishing I could stay here forever
But soon it's all gone, gone in an instant
Oh returning dream
Why won't you let me sleep?
You present to me beautiful mirages
And promises you cannot keep
Oh please let that place be true
May that place be as tranquil as it seems
One day I shall find that place
I think, I pray, I dream...
DreamDream by mannel
A perfumed breath
comes again to whisper
you are next to me.
My fingertips exploring that continent,
fingernails marking where they pass by
and curves I've
only seen dressed
share the desired gray purple
granted by the night.
it has no steam,
the night glass
hunter of your moanings,
neither the burning shades
appear and fade
after our mutual embrace
as they were meant to.
Why care those differences?:
before the dream goes by,
before that lonely blue feeling
where caresses are absent
and there's only a cold breeze,
I'll see one of your hairs
fighting against the awaking wind,
over my chest, nearly dancing for me,
Wanting to stay
just a little more.
Un aliento perfumado
viene de nuevo a susurrarme
que estás a mi lado.
Dedos explorando el continente,
uñas marcando su trayecto
y curvas que sólo
he visto vestidas
comparten el tono deseado
que otorga la noche.
No se empaña
el vidrio nocturno
cazador de tus gemidos,
To DreamI awoke this morning with the distinct impression that in the act of waking, I had lost something. Something precious, yet vague. Something I cannot place, and do not know how to reclaim. In the back of my mind lurks the after image of a dream. A dream I no longer remember but desperately desire to relive. I am aware it was only a dream, a fantasy created by my subconscious mind, but in it I experienced joy. More than just happiness, it was the sensation of complete and utter peace and contentment. I briefly touched what can not be put into words.To Dream by unheard-voice
Now torn from such a blissful existence I can but ask myself why. Why is it that the beautiful experiences and feelings now seem to be nothing more than a dream while my nightmares are all too real? Every happiness that I've known seems to be nothing more than a mirage. An illusion as intangible as it is beautiful. A dream
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