My dreams are usualy extra bizzare from yours.
In fact, I have reoccuring sets and settings.
I’ve never encountered anyone else that has reoccuring set and settings.
Please tell me if you are one of these people so I can feel less unusal in dream land.
- Marilyn Monroe (via loveyourchaos) (via booklover) (via thespianmuse) (via withypol)
I am always moving. I had a nightmare, I was packing my favorite plaid overnight bag, I felt sick and lay on the floor sideways and threw up socks, several pairs of them, the little ones that end just underneath the ankle bone
and there they were, soaked in vomit, in a little pile and I felt so much better, I stayed there with my left ear to the carpetuntil I woke up
lying on the ground out in the desert, where the wide night sky was enclosed by two parentheses that were mountains. sweet music played somewhere off in the distance.
gentle, soft breezes kept it the temperature of solstice smiles.
and then the sky became a mix of animation and “reality” and i could touch the skies and make new constellations. the constellations then animated and talked to me while they watched me rearrange their star-friends.
and then i realized it was time to walk to my camp and i followed the sound of music.
Uh slept when I got back from registration and I dreamt about:
- Daniel Radcliffe
- Captain America
- Random masked luchadors
- A dead alien I cradled in my arms
- Wolverine
- Ghosts
- Being on the run because they government was chasing me
Lucid dreams man, fuck.
so some time ago, gonna have to say more than a year, I had this dream that had a plot quite like the one of the book The Host. Along the lines of having to go save people, you could tell the difference by the eyes, traveling through the desert ect. weird part is that this was before I ran the book and when I knew nothing about it. Strange…
i hate when i have dreams where im not drunk, but i cant walk right. like all i do is stumble around. i dont like them at all.
Last week I had a dream in which I was fully aware of the fact the situation I was in.
As I vaguely remember I was being chased after,
then suddenly I spoke out,“This is not real. This isn’t supposed to happen!”
The complete picture of the place I was changed. The big glass window with the frame around was placed before me. I was outside the window looking into the room where the chasers were.
Then all of a sudden eveything besides me stopped. The chasers were trapped inside the series of rooms I ran past just then, well through the window, that was what I saw.
I literally froze the dream and walked out of it, upon my realisation of the dream being a dream, not a reality.It was one strange dream I had that night.