Dream you can remember in detail: share them!
By ecweeks
@ecweeks (12)
United States
September 7, 2008 10:51pm CST
I have had this exact dream four times in my life so far, it's rather interesting if you care to read it. I will type it up roughly and quickly. Please note: I am usually a very neat and interesting writer, I am just extremely tired at the moment.
Alrighty, so this one has come up exactly the same about 3 times in the past 10 years that I can actually remember. It opens up kind of like a movie, it zooms into an old, run-down town, seems that a narrator would fit perfect to this scene. The camera rolls into an old, random trailer. In the corner of this mobile home is a barricade of bookcases, shelves, desks, and chairs. It seems as though it has been like this for quite some time, as dust had started to collect on the shelves and cushions of the chairs. Inside of this little fort lies me, with tons of supplies and a hole in the bottom of the trailer to drop trash through. I just awake, disgruntled and confused. I have no clue where I am or what I am doing. The camera is now focused on me, third-person like, I push open my barricade, it takes a little while to find a meaningful exit. I peep out the window, I yell for my best friend (whom I have no clue who it is, they are just my best friend), he opens the door of an old gas station and walks out. A couple cars race past the small road, travelers it seemed, as they had suitcases and luggage strapped to the roofs of their vehicles. No one ever stops in the town. My friend and I begin to walk up the road, it curves horizontally up a steep hill. My best bud seems to be nervous, spouting babble like "Maybe he's not so bad, maybe he won't kill us, only rape us." I respond saying something along the lines of "Don't give in! We can get out of here, we have to!" As we reach the top of the hill, the road continues on. There is a cliff on the edge, a crack in the ground, a ravine at the bottom, and a tree overhanging it. We hear a chainsaw in the distance, behind us coming from the town. "He's coming!" my friend screams. We run over to the tree and climb up onto a branch overhanging the ravine. I can see the entire forest now, its all green, lush, and dense. Everything was still covered in dew, it must be morning. A black man comes over the hill, following our path, he wields a chainsaw. After a minute or two of looking, he spots us and jogs over quickly. I climb out closer to the end of the branch. I yell out "I can't swim!" The man begins cutting the tree down, to reach my friend, I hang onto the branch, about to fall into the water. The tree topples, my friend screams, I hear his flesh and bone being torn away from the chainsaw as I descend down the crack in the earth. I land in the water and stay under the surface for a good minute, my inability to swim plan has worked, the man has left. I come up, swim to the water's edge and I am greeted by two ghost children. They congratulate me on getting away from the "serial killer" and say that they will show me what the future holds because of what I did. Where I am standing is now inside of a general store, the forest is developed, other buildings are seen through the windows. A black, old man, about the age of 80 walks in. The ghost children say, "that is him." I rush over to him and tackle him to the floor, they scream "No! It's not worth it!" I get up, brush him off, and walk out the door.
Does anyone else have a very intense dream to share? I love reading them!
2 responses
@Qaeyious (2357)
• United States
8 Sep 08
I remember a few short childhood dreams, like those that had no visual but I had the sensation of being in a crowd with people talking loudly. One time I had a visual of a building but all I heard was a scream. But I did have a dream when I was 17 (I am 50 now) that was more complicated, but I remember all the details -
I am standing in a sandy spot, like a desert with some bushes, but I see a forest that is several hundred yards away. My vision pans clockwise, and gradually I see children going from bush to bush, as if on an Easter egg hunt. They are few at first, but the number increases until my vision stops panning - I am looking at a plump lady dressed in lace sitting on something that looks like a wooden throne, attended by three slender females. She stands and points toward the forest just opposite of us, and says "Go - Follow the wolf"
Since she pointed a bit to the left of me, I turned to the left instinctively, and there is a wolf, standing on two legs, dressed in overalls, who bows low to the "queen" - I just nodded, and both I and the wolf turned around and headed for the forest that was then behind us. The children all stopped their hunt and ran toward the forest ahead of us.
A very short scene follows - where the previous scene took place during the day, it is now night. We are in the forest, and I see the wolf at my left pick up a white pebble and he holds it up to examine it. I see his hand holding the pebble against the sky, and it morphs into a crescent moon.
It is still night when we come to the other side of the forest. On the left it is grassy, and far off in the distance I see something that looks like a graveyard on a hill. Most of the children are going in that direction.
The wolf gives me a giant egg, and tells me, "Go bury your egg." I go to the right where it is sandy, and there are a few children there, doing the same thing, burying their eggs.
I finish covering it up when I was startled - a male head popped up, bald and face unshaven, with a blank expression. Then I heard screams and terrified voices about werewolves -
I ran back into the forest, hearing the Wolf shout, "Wait!" but I didn't - I kept running. I came to a wire fence with barbed wire on top - I managed to climb and fall into brambles on the other side - I look around me. I was all alone. I could hear the commotion in the distance, but I was not in danger.
I walked away from the fence, fighting the thorns, and eventually come to a building that reminded me of an elementary school I attended, but it was empty, and all the doors were locked. I went from window to window knocking, as well as trying the doors, and I came to a rock garden in between two wings of the building - with white pebbles. There was an older lady tending the plants, in a brown wide brimmed hat. I was upset at this time, crying, telling her about the werewolves attacking the children.
She stands, and says, "Follow me" - and I follow her into the building.
That's when I woke up.
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@lifechanges (21)
• United States
8 Sep 08
The one dream that I can remember the best is when I was younger.
In the dream I was able to fly somewhat. It started that I would
be running and then just start being lifted off the ground. It
seemed real at the time and I would think that I could do this.
But I'm not even a fast runner. It seemed like it would be nice
to be able to do that though.
The strange thing about it is that it usually was in the gym.
@lifechanges (21)
• United States
9 Sep 08
I don't have that dream any more.
Most of the dreams I have now are from work.
These are more like nightmares because of working all day
and then working in my sleep. This usually is when I have
done the same thing over and over at work.
Other than that I seem to not have many memorial dreams.
