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Dreams
Dec 11, 2006 16:04:09 GMT -1
Post by Arnold on Dec 11, 2006 16:04:09 GMT -1
Mine was wet.............. ![:-/](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/undecided.png) Crap you are a bit old for all that Stortford! You want to be whacking one out before you doze off ;D
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Dreams
Dec 11, 2006 16:04:57 GMT -1
Post by StortfordSpur on Dec 11, 2006 16:04:57 GMT -1
Mine was wet.............. ![:-/](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/undecided.png) Crap you are a bit old for all that Stortford! You want to be whacking one out before you doze off ;D ;D ;D
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Dreams
Dec 11, 2006 17:38:34 GMT -1
Post by Neko Bazu on Dec 11, 2006 17:38:34 GMT -1
Well, I said I'd find it, and I eventually did - here's the dream I mentioned earlier~ *~*~*~*~*~* My latest 'repeat dream' series essentially sees me as a murderer. The thing is, I know nothing about what actually happens. In the dream, I'm either insane (literally have two personalities) or possessed, I'm not sure which. This 'other side' is what carries out the murders - I know nothing about them; not who died, how, when, where, why or anything. I just know somehow that I'm responsible. I also know that when I get caught ( when, not if), I'm set to be executed. The constant fear, knowing my days are numbered like that, is one of the things that disturbs me so much (I'm practically a different person for hours after these dreams). This in itself mayn't seem too bad, but the dreams are frighteningly realistic - not 'floaty' like some dreams are. Further to that, they get worse every time. The first time, two people had died. The police knew it was me, and were hunting me. I, in the mean time, was running from them (literally - I was trying to get a headstart before they came looking for me) while trying to work out how to hide the bodies, even though I didn't know where they were. I came up with one place, went there to check it out, and the police were already searching there. Had my other side buried them there? I don't know; I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then I woke up. The second time, it was four people. Somehow, I knew they'd been particularly horrible murders, and that two bodies had been left for the police to find, as if this 'other person' wanted me to be caught. Again, I was running, and knew that all I was doing was delaying the inevitable. The third one (the one I mentioned earlier) had seen six people die. At this point, I'd quite literally gone insane from fear, knowing I was going to die, that the police were maybe an hour away at most, and that running would achieve nothing. I was hiding in my room, curled up on my bed, waiting for the inevitable. As I'm prone to when I'm scared, I started biting at my hand - little nips, just to comfort myself. It gradually got worse, though, and I curled up tighter and tighter, until I'm biting at my chest. I end up ripping a string of flesh off - I can physically feel it in my mouth; can taste it - and at that moment, I just snap. There's no pain, and no more fear. I'm just gone. One final thought crossed my mind, one that I - in my dream - was contemplating seriously as my last chance to escape, and then I woke up. "If I keep chewing, I'll eventually get through to my heart..." Welcome to my repeat dreams ![:-/](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/undecided.png)
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