Fiction Dream 11 by thelumpyFiction Dream Journal 11 by thelumpyFiction Dream 11 by thelumpy by Power-Dreamers-Group
The homey little black car pulled up next to the slim red one and the gear clicked into Park.
Two young men lowered their sunglasses and glanced at the lady sliding out. She was very strange, and very pretty. Her pants were too big for her and her shirt was artistic and not conventional. This was because she had made it herself. Her hair was long too long. And brown. Pearls were draped over her neck and around her waist. And her sunglasses were gold rimmed. She was very strange and very beautiful.
In her hands was a notebook and a bag of mints. Her pencils were stuck behind her ear, her beautiful ears.
She noticed that she was being looked at she was used to it. She knew she was strange. She did not know she was beautiful.
Hey- the young man in the red car spoke. He was in the drivers seat. The girls pearls clicked slightly as she turned to gaze at them.
Hello. she replied. And then she turned, locked he
Dream J. 10 by FalseEnthusiasmDream Journal 10 by FalseEnthusiasmDream J. 10 by FalseEnthusiasm by Power-Dreamers-Group
Keep in mind I'm no writer. And, with my current writing skills, I'm not able to write my thoughts as eloquently as I'd like for them to be.
I know I dream a lot and don't consciously realize this once woken up, but only if some element (though often vague) comes up after. I have dreams that play on my desires, and many that play on my fears.
It'd be pretty boring to pick out one dream. They're all very short and probally mean more to me (though I don't feel I can explain it well) then it could to others. But they do reveal my true emotions and thoughts and insecurites. Every dream is an example of this. But I'll give you one in paticular:
My sister, mom, and I were all in the living room. It was night and the lights were off just as it was when I fell asleep (we all fell asleep in the living room). We began hearing very loud banging noises in a room in the very back (where I just so happen to be as of now, the room with the computer). My mom, very s
Dream Journal 20 by sahkmetDream Journal 20 by sahkmetDream Journal 20 by sahkmet by Power-Dreamers-Group
My room was fine, I stood and looked out the hallway.
There was a man. He was dark, short hair, in a large Victorian overcoat. His eyes glittered like rubies. He made his way, making cooing and hissing sounds to my room where I hid and closed the door. He said he was from the parrel-universe. I could see for myself.
I saw again the bathroom. It was normal. I went back to my room, knowing dad had come home and went to bed, smiling as he waved past me and went to his room.
I returned to the bathroom hearing nothing but the wind and darkness. I saw a gaping hole from where the window was; the entire wall was gone. The outside was a turmoil of a dark thunderstorm, my heart was pounding; the world looked like it had ended. The yard, and apartments behind the wall and everything was shattered and gray.
I had passed through into the bathroom and hopped down to the garden. I was in the parrel universe.
It seemed some time had passed, actually. Now it was sunny, the
Lucid Dreams into anotherWhen I dream it seams real, the beginnings are not quite clear but I guess because it doesnt matter, in a dreamscape, like a doll from a doll house in the real world, one of those old king size beds really, with the poles in the corners except there was no mattress it was a linoleum floor, like those in the arcades. And it was an arcade, an entire mini arcade that stretched out upon this bed, and the posts were like the only parts of the walls other than those it was possible to walk right off. It smelled of exhaust and sweat as I was walking within the place, I was very small, I was not big enough for most of the tings even in the miniature arcade, but I walked for wonderment of what was there. I saw beasts and strange creatures caught u in the thrill, like in carnivals when everything but you seems to slow down. I saw friends but had no intention of stopping their slowed time to fit to mine. Except, when I saw one gliding at myLucid Dreams into another by Mewheart151
I think I died...Yet another dream I've had. This one is a bit more sketchy though. In other words, I might not remember the whole thing.I think I died... by soul-rose
Let's see... I remember it starting out by me freeing some captured creatures. They were in what almost looked like my mom's old room while we were at a house (we are now in appartment). The animals were stuck in tables or something. Then I said that we could get revenge on the person who trapped them... and for some reason, that person was my current math teacher... very weird. I was gonna pull whatever trap I set for the dude, but he knew about it and said it wouldn't feel good to another. And I actually bought that crap. I didn't pull the stinkin trap. I shoulda just done it. Oh well.
Right after that, there was this rare animal (or some kind of animal) that needed to be protected. It was put in a cage, but it didn't have bars or anything that could lock it in. At least, anything you could really see, unless you had the right eyes. It only had for bars to make the
earliest i can remember...I'm putting in something that's slightly weird and different. People have memories from when they were little. Some have them from about when they were 2 years old, and yet there are others who barely remember last year, or what ever year was their last. And, of course, there are also memories that might not be memories. It's like you think it's a memory, but it might have been a dream. Here's my example.earliest i can remember... by soul-rose
I remember something... memory or dream I don't remember. But it's more likely to be a dream, given the way it started. This is something that could be the very first thing I can remember. I remember.... music. Something like a dramatic type of thing.... probably didn't last more then four seconds. While it was playing, everything was pitch black. As soon as the music stopped (or perhaps one beat after) I could emediately see myself walking very slowly. It looked like I was about 4 or so. I have no idea really. But, like I said, I was walking slowly, making sure of something or other.
the dream people are back..the dream people are backthe dream people are back.. by tatuued
so i was going to sleep and that voice in my head asked what do you want to dream about tonight.. he said sex? i thought.. i said.. your call whatever.. (keep in mind while reading this the line i recited in one of my banters about someshitorother leaving a cookie laying around for me to wander upon easily enough that said "your life is a thin layer of events covering a deeper reality" well appparently if i may be so bold as to go surreal here (which i think is permitted.. since burroughs gave me the go ahead on that years ago) theres more layers.. "deeper" in context of this surreal scenario would mean a ways down.. so more layers than just this clown shit of a carnival i'm pissing and shitting about in.. and i saw some of em the other nigh:
first part i remember was similar to the truman show (if any of you are familiar with that flick.. but dont bother if not just keep reading my da insanity unwind) so i'm the protagonist in the dream.. or this worl
My dreamMy Dream: Journal EntryMy dream by HPluver93
Tonight I went with my friends out on the town to have a good time, but as we were going home everyone started talking about some of the coolest dreams they've had and I noticed that lately everyone has been having wonderful dreams about who there going to marry when they grow up or who they want to marry. But as I sat in the car and listened to some of their dreams I thought to myself and I realized that my dreams weren't like that. Just the other night I had had a dream that one of my dearest friends had died! In my dream we were driving down a road in my car, having a good time, when suddenly another car hit us. Only one of us survived that night. After I woke up from my dream I called him and from then on I tried to spend as much time with him as possible. Things went great for the next few years of our lives, we all hung out to gather every Saturday and tried to act as weird as possible since it was like the only time now a days that we had to spend togethe
DreamSDreamS by thelumpy
Roe, Roe, you have to get me home.
And the slender wounded deer spoke.
If I move, dearest. They will shoot me down. And if I stay here, they will find me and kill me. I touched the bullet wound in the soft flank. I ran my fingers over his large moist nose.
Roe, Roe, you have to get me home.
And he spoke again as if without pain.
Follow the light, darling. Follow the path. Simple directions.
Roe! Roe, you have to get me home! and I cried into his strong chest. The buck rose rising first on his back legs and then wavering onto his forelegs. We exited the woods. I held his body up with my trembling arms and he steadied me with his powerful neck. Who was helping who?
We stepped into the bare light, a tall post stood far off- was the light from on top?
And then men started to shout. Loud muscled men shot rifles into the light we were walking in. I pushed my friend from me.
Run run I couldnt say anything
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