Lisa's Dreams
| August 22, 2011, 5:32 PM Another Death Dream |
| I had death dreams frequently when I was in high school, but haven't had any since. Up until a couple weeks ago anyway. I was a little surprised by it, to be honest.
It was a while ago, so I'll try to remember as many details as possible. There was a small room that looked like a miniature version of the recital hall at Greenville College, and I was up in the balcony observing things. There was a hallway that went through the upper portion of the building, and it just went right through the top of the recital hall, in the back, creating the balcony. There was a small, wooden stage, upon which there had been a table and four chairs set up. Two chairs on the left, two chairs on the right, angled properly so the audience could see. Only there was no audience. Aside from the stage and where I stood in the balcony, the room was empty. Then there was this man. He was sort of a strange mix between what I might imagine the devil to look like, and Voldemort. Very pale. Not much of a nose. A long robe of some indistinguishable dark color. And a small, dark-haired female assistant. He was calling members of the GC Choir down, four at a time, to kill them at the table. I knew they were being killed, I just didn't know how. Or why. And then I was called down with three other girls. I remember we decided to try and fool him by putting on sheets and putting our hands together in an imitation of Mother Mary, but it wasn't successful. I don't recall what sort of logic we were using to form that plan. At some point around here, I recall taking a black lab puppy and placing him outside.... Anyway, we went down, and then suddenly I was sitting at the table by myself. The sheet was gone and so were my friends. Just me. I was sitting... well, hold on. Here's kind of a diagram of the table and chairs, with the end of the stage and the audience off to the right. The X's are the chairs. TABLE is where the table was. X ? X TABLE X ? X It was a small table, and looking at that diagram, I was sitting in the bottom left chair, with the non-existent audience to my right. And the man was behind me. And the assistant sat down to my right and I tried to explain to her why I couldn't die. Not because I was afraid my life would be over, but because I was worried about my family. I had a small family, I explained, and they wouldn't be able to handle it if I died too. I just couldn't imagine putting them through that kind of pain. But neither of them would have any of it. So I requested a piece of paper so I could write my family a letter. I wrote them in a very elaborate, scrawly cursive script that would be difficult for me to recreate in real life. And as much as I love to write, I can't remember ever writing anything in my dreams before this. So the assistant takes the letter and I face forward. I feel the man place his hands on either side of my face, along my jawline. I'm more anticipatory than afraid, really. But then he doesn't kill me right away. He just stands there, with his hands on my face. And I think for a moment, maybe he won't kill me? Maybe he's having second thoughts? There is music playing in the background. A fairly even-tempo-ed piece that is quickly coming to an end. And I suddenly realize he's just waiting to sync up with the music. The second to last measure comes along, and then: ONE two three ? SNAP. And he breaks my neck right on the last beat of the song. I fell over immediately and just kind of landed with my head facing to my right, unable to move. I could taste blood on my tongue; my throat was pretty full with it and I knew if I started breathing again, I'd have a hard time of it. I couldn't move my eyes. The man and his assistant left. And, lying there, I suppose my brain decided it didn't know what to do next. So I woke up. 6 Interpretations/Comments | Leave an Interpretation/Comment |
| August 22, 2011, 5:11 PM Armageddon |
| I know the word is overused in pop culture today, but last night's dream was quite epic, in a very literal sense.
I usually like to spend time describing everything in as much detail as possible, but I just won't have enough patience for that today. I'm just going to bullet-point everything, because even with bullet-points, there's a lot to cover. Firstly, the world ended. Well, no, that was later. Firstly, I was at my house and came upstairs to the china cabinet where Danielle and I had moved all of our traveling trinkets and collectibles and figurines, etc. But the cabinet was empty. Danielle said someone had stolen them all. Left the TV and computers and what not, but stole my trinkets. I was inexplicably sad. Secondly, the world ended. I was in a hotel room in Italy at this point. Mount Vesuvius was erupting. There were sheets of lava and smoke and then an entire waterfall of lighting coming out of the top of the volcano and striking all down one side. I was momentarily viewing the volcano from a circling aerial view, like I was a camera in a helicopter. But then I was quickly back in the hotel room. I was just kinda hanging out though like it was no big deal. But then I saw through the window that the moon had turned red. Then it was normal. Then it was red. Like something that was causing the red color would sweep over it and then back again. But eventually it stayed red. Red and huge and full and right next to the horizon. Did I mention it was huge? The sun was also out at some point, but I think the moon just got so bright that everything looked like day time. I couldn't get out because my van (In my subconscious I'll always drive my van, despite it getting wrecked three years ago) was just too big to make it to the ferries fast enough. But I was trying. And spinning through a parking garage and avoiding other drivers. Like a car chase where no one was chasing me. I ended up on a ferry in front of Kristi Moody and everyone was sitting on top of their cars like we were on saddles. Then I was told to hold my breath, because the ferry had to travel underwater to move into place so it could come up and take us through the water to the proper docking thing. I had to hold my phone, my mp3 player and my book on top of my head to keep them from getting wet, but they got immersed anyway. The water was surprisingly light and it just felt like super cool air or something. Then we stopped underwater and I couldn't hold my breath long enough, so I took a quick breath of water. (For some reason I can always breath underwater in my dreams.) Then I woke up and realized I was holding my breath. Then I went back to sleep. Then me, Holly, and my high school friend Katie were at a bus stop in London and we ran into David Tennant, who agreed to give us a tour of the Doctor Who sets and stuff because he was going for a visit himself. But I ended up witnessing to him about my faith instead. 1 Interpretations/Comments | Leave an Interpretation/Comment |