Because some dreams are way too vivid. Either way read at your own discretion.
Apparently Hunger Games made the one dream I finally had since weeks be the most gruesome thing my mind could visibly concoct. Needless to say... I need something less gut wrenching. Soooo... I am putting the dream here to get it hopefully out of my system and get sleep.
Be warned it is particularly fragmented. And I mostly only remember parts. Also... weird switching back and forth in the dream as though a movie.
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Woods
A friend. A trailer. Two men that appeared normal but are lethal. I am everyone involved but thoss two men at the same time. Disconcerting. I imagine this is how borg feel but more chaos in the voices. The friend is me. The men want to do something to me. I go to attempt escape. Timing of being caught by the men and finding the other voice. A dog/wolf. The men decide I was just trying to keep it. Allowed to play with it. Attempt to go into the woods with it
and turn into an animal myself. Cannot shake the feeling of being hunted by the shouts of men.
Other dream that inserts itself within this madness. Driving my car with my mom in the passenger seat. Talking and all seems fine. It is rainy and dusky outside. Decide to pass up McDonalds I see for one closer to home. Take a road past heavy forest before the road opens up to a foggy flat road. Terrain on either side is flat. Trees there are very old. Very large. Spaced out very far from each other. Random bushes placed to fill the gaps. But mostly emptiness prevails.
Then we see it. My mom sees it first making some comment about wanting to turn around. I ask why right when I see it. Silloetted against the grey glowing fog and colored details given by my headlights there is a person. A man in a firefighter suit. Hanging there. Dangling.
In the dream I feel like this is akin to a gang marketing their territory to outsiders.
I want to turn around. I cannot. Concrete barricade devides the road. The next tree has another man. This body twitching. Reaching out for me. Baseball hat. Large baggy shirt. Normal jeans and sneakers. Violently twitching as I am unable to stop for fear and unable to leavs except to keep driving forward.
Stuff happens in the trailer I don't remember.
I remember running in a diffedent segment. Abandoned car. Lost. Scared. Heart in my throat. Wanting to scream for help but afraid to be found by whomever hung those people. Suddenly there is a lot of people to my right. All hanging. Clear masks with spottled spray paint to hide what I see. Skin is gone. Clothed all in plastic wrap type clothes to hide the skinlessness. Too many bodies.
Claustrophobia.
I wake up.
Now I hope this gets out of my system.
Added :
Ommited part of the trailer remembered. It felt important to remember. As an animal I come back. Slink around the trailer. I need to save someone. No one I know in real life. A mother. Her children. Something horrible done to the father left outside as if a trophy. I feel helpless in wanting to help.
I plan to break the mother and children out somehow. Indoctrinate them into the animal changing thing. Wolf/dog is with me.
That is where that endded into the running and many bodies bit.
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