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Nov. 1st, 2003 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorThis dream was totally insane.
Beyond anything I have ever seen, this dream seemed insane to me.
First of all, i don't know what the hell was going on (the same as the last time i had one of these 'weird' dreams) I was going to someone's house I had never been too (But i had forgotten I was going, because I had been awake at my house before i fell asleep...get my drift?)
So I was at this house...I hadn't toked anything, i hadn't been drugged, nothing, but that's the way i felt.
I felt totally disoriented, like the last one. This leads me to believe the possibility my dreams are being held closer to the astral dream pools rather than more inside my head (And for more reasons as well)
Shit was levitating wherever i went. It was like my mere presence, my mere thought activity, was forcing things to do that which is supposedly impossible. And for the record, i was switching back and forth from the house in warren i was travelling too for some unknown reason, where two of these face-painted/mask wearing guys were singing toons and being spooky for halloween, and my house at home, where my sister and sita were at.
Anyway, it was weird, because there were a lot of people at the warren house i had never seen before, including those guys. But they put on a great show...weird.
Anyway, i went to bed upstairs in the warren house stating i was sick. (This house was a total creation of my mind...for the record...never been to one like it in my lifetime)
I wake up in my house. Looking around, everything is the same. There's a sticker on my nose, but i decide to ignore it and go look at my stash (instinctively i do that, i don't know why)
I look, and it's gone. The entire place i keep everything has been changed, the front of it is smoothed, there aren't anymore neat little yellow wooden carvings in the front, nothing...i pull out all of the drawers, nothing...
So i peel the sticker off of my nose.
It turns into the back of a reese's peanut butter cup thing, and i read stuff backwards instead of turning it around at first. I notice, "I Jacob" and then i turn it around.
It turns into a rectangular long piece of paper, but very thin.
"I jacob, am an agruculturalist. Dragons are real (cool?). All of this for Ziou. I want something...but what is want? is there meaning to want......................"
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
There was more writing, but i forgot bits and pieces of it.
I go and lay back down again.
I wake up, and my ceiling fan is covered in cobwebs, everything is old and dusty, as if it had been sitting for years and year and years. My door is open.
I go to walk out, but frustrated with all of this dreaming i start forcing myself to wake up, worried that i have spent too long in the dream world.
I wake up...for real, this time.
Beyond anything I have ever seen, this dream seemed insane to me.
First of all, i don't know what the hell was going on (the same as the last time i had one of these 'weird' dreams) I was going to someone's house I had never been too (But i had forgotten I was going, because I had been awake at my house before i fell asleep...get my drift?)
So I was at this house...I hadn't toked anything, i hadn't been drugged, nothing, but that's the way i felt.
I felt totally disoriented, like the last one. This leads me to believe the possibility my dreams are being held closer to the astral dream pools rather than more inside my head (And for more reasons as well)
Shit was levitating wherever i went. It was like my mere presence, my mere thought activity, was forcing things to do that which is supposedly impossible. And for the record, i was switching back and forth from the house in warren i was travelling too for some unknown reason, where two of these face-painted/mask wearing guys were singing toons and being spooky for halloween, and my house at home, where my sister and sita were at.
Anyway, it was weird, because there were a lot of people at the warren house i had never seen before, including those guys. But they put on a great show...weird.
Anyway, i went to bed upstairs in the warren house stating i was sick. (This house was a total creation of my mind...for the record...never been to one like it in my lifetime)
I wake up in my house. Looking around, everything is the same. There's a sticker on my nose, but i decide to ignore it and go look at my stash (instinctively i do that, i don't know why)
I look, and it's gone. The entire place i keep everything has been changed, the front of it is smoothed, there aren't anymore neat little yellow wooden carvings in the front, nothing...i pull out all of the drawers, nothing...
So i peel the sticker off of my nose.
It turns into the back of a reese's peanut butter cup thing, and i read stuff backwards instead of turning it around at first. I notice, "I Jacob" and then i turn it around.
It turns into a rectangular long piece of paper, but very thin.
"I jacob, am an agruculturalist. Dragons are real (cool?). All of this for Ziou. I want something...but what is want? is there meaning to want......................"
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
There was more writing, but i forgot bits and pieces of it.
I go and lay back down again.
I wake up, and my ceiling fan is covered in cobwebs, everything is old and dusty, as if it had been sitting for years and year and years. My door is open.
I go to walk out, but frustrated with all of this dreaming i start forcing myself to wake up, worried that i have spent too long in the dream world.
I wake up...for real, this time.
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Date: 2003-11-01 02:40 pm (UTC)maybe your mind is opening even more now? i don't know much about this stuff, but it could be some kind of 'portal' (please forgive me).
and that is about the most "helpful" thing i can think of right now.
i wish i had dreams like those. i never have dreams.. :(
i mean i've had like 10 my entire life as i can remember.