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ok here goes, had this one twice. the first time was something else, the second time really implied some personal significance its sort of a sequence of locations, the sequence occurs 3 times, but the locations change, as if to suggest a passage of time i begin in a wide grassy courtyard, inside a complex of low white modern buildings i walk up to the leftmost corner of the complex, in front of me. theres a small alcove between two of the buildings, and a door on the left hand side, toward its interior entering the door, i find myself in a broad floorboarded kitchen. there are rows of tables, and there are oriental people preparing vegetables and meat i move across to the opposite corner of this room, and exit thru another door. im now on a roadside. i get the impression that im somewhere in england. the buildings here are of brown brick, and its a cold wet day i walk up this road on the same path to an intersection. so far ive been heading in the one general direction thru these locations i enter a building on my right hand side, its an old wooden pub of sorts. its quite packed my grungy looking punks, theres smoke in the air and a lot of beer a brawl breaks out and i become a target. i attempt to defend myself, then i snap back to the original courtyard location. again i cross the grass and enter the same kitchen. nothing in here has changed. noone seems to take any notice of me, as if im part of these first locations. again i cross the room and exit thru an opposite door im back on the english street. its a fine day compared to the first sequence, theres a faint drizzle but the sun is shining i walk up to the intersection again, and enter the same corner building. now, its an 80's computer game shop, theres wrapped up datasettes and rows of shelves. im getting all nostalgic and feeling like im at home when i again snap back to the courtyard this loctaion doesnt change. but i become more aware of the surroundings. i notice trees behind the modern buildings, and the we |
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oh knacker i got cut off |
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this loctaion doesnt change. but i become more aware of the surroundings. i notice trees behind the modern buildings, and the weather is cool, the sky is clear i cross the courtyard, walk thru the alcove which has dry plants, and enter what was the kitchen. except this time the room is totally deserted. no food preparation, but the rows of tables are still here. i exit thru the same opposite door this time i find myself not on a road but at the top of a grassy slope. its a wide garden, carefully arranged garden beds and gorgeous tall trees. theres wisps of cloud in the sky. i stroll down the slope, and at the bottom there is a small lake. i walk up to it, and along its edge to the right hand side. a low stone wall encloses this lake. the grass ends here and the wall is sandwiched between the gardens and the lake itself. i hop on to the wall and move toward the back of the lake as i go around i realise that on this side of the wall theres a really steep drop which goes down into a dense green ravine. its foggy down there as i proceed toward the center i notice two things. there are round elevations all lined up.. i approximate there are about two dozen of them. as i step on one at a time, they become illuminated, and a face appears on each one i continue toward the middle of the back of the lake on these stones, unphased by the possibility of my falling into the lake or the gorge as i approach the middle i realise there is a young oriental man doing the same as i am from the other direction. when i arrive within arms distance of him i wake up |
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mmmmmkay.... yeah? |
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I think I know that pub |
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i don't have real recurring dreams, but i do have recurring places in my dreams. places i've never really been to. since i'm a kid, i happen to dream of a secluded little house, beige with a red roof, in the middle of a field of cereals. there is just one piece in the house, and inside it nothing but a wooden table with an old telephone on it. i've found this house twice in reality: once on the side of the highway, in the field, and the other time it was surprisingly in one of these 'magic: the gathering' cards my brother have. another place i've dreamed of several times is a black city, everything black and shiny in it, looking like black plastic (not really plastic but something like that). it's always night time there, but there are lots of street lights, the lights are almost golden... and there is a jewelry in this town, i was looking at watches and clocks through the windows of this jewelry, that's all i can remember. |
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Houses / rooms represent yourself, or your mind. Water = sex apparently |
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diablo > with the house, it would make sense for me... secluded house = solitude in real life (not really loneliness though) telephone inside = me always chatting on the internet ;) nothing else = i definitely should get a life! i had this dream some time ago... if i had it recently i would almost be amazed not finding a gramophone, cd player or something like that in the house ^^ |
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I dream a lot. It would be cool if you could control them... but when I become aware of being in a dream I normally snap out of it and wake up. I've had some fked up dreams over the last couple of years, i wrote a couple down... |
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OK here they are... I'm on a train that is crashing. I realise I'm in the front carriage. It's packed and I can't move. The driver comes on the tanoy. It's a girl. She says "Errr… Oh No." We are all going to die. I'm at work behind the counter at Oddbins in ---------. Someone puts a gun on the counter. I say "Since when did we start selling guns?" I look up at the shelves, and instead of bottles of wine, the walls are covered with racks of guns. I'm at an Art exhibition. It's strange and dark. I'm having problems standing up. In one room there is a girl and a half naked man. The man starts to regurgitate ice. |
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when i was alot youngerr, i had this drream about trolls, evil killerr trrolls. i wrrote a poem about it when i got a bit olderr that goes like this... Trolls The suns beaming down it’s hot enough to melt lead As I walk along the road next to my dad Unbeknown to us there is trouble ahead The kind of trouble that makes you wish you are Dead In the near distance workers labour by the roadside But wait, no they’re not! They are ugly trolls I’ll come to Despise. People in cars fill the trolls with dread. They can’t take them so they’ll take us instead… Soon paranoia will prevent them from leaving the house Hours they will come to spend as quite as a mouse. I scuttle up the old stairs, sure not to make a sound If I disturb the trolls they’ll knock me around. It’s either a ray from the ring on there stubby fingers Or they pull me around the house by my hair. Now can you understand my fear and despair? My dad has just made them some vulgar food. This means they strong, I dare not move. I’ll sit on the landing or crouch in the shade. I try act like I’m not afraid. Just sit there forever, fade in and fade out… And listen to the breathing of them loathsome louts. I wake in the morning laid in my bed There are not trolls on the sofa and hair missing from my head But I can you be sure tonight they will come Come for me and there’s nowhere to run. |
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