The Name of the Game…

October 28, 2013

I dreamt that my child was taken from me, along with many other adults.  We were separated into teams, with the goal of killing each other.  The prize? Your child back.  The alternative was to die knowing that your son/daughter was in peril.  I vividly recall stabbing someone repeatedly with a pen, as a distraction, so that my ‘team mate’ could shove him into a pool of bleach/glass we had created.

I normally have a sense of being in my dreams, and I woke up ready to rip someone’s throat out.

 

-Holly

Where’s my beating stick?

January 31, 2013

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-Anonymous

Dawwww….

January 15, 2013

Dawwww....

No Matter What Happens

January 9, 2013

I’m getting on a plane going home from where I presume is college.  On the plane along with me are a guy I used to hate and a guy I barely know.  The rest are strangers.  The guy I used to hate says something nice to me.  I nod, thinking maybe I’ve pegged him wrong.  A storm is coming so they rush us to get seated.

We can’t actually fly in the storm, so they just try to drive the plane far away from the airport.  We stop and they let us off in a tall office building downtown to wait out the storm.  All the passengers are crowded around the windows watching the weather outside when we start to see several large ominous tornados form all around us.  I call my parents and tell them I’m going to be delayed.

As I speak, I see one of the twisters wreak havoc on some buildings down the street.  The windows are blown out completely. There are lots of people on the streets, like no one expected the storm.  A man hastily runs into a building, barely avoiding being sucked into oblivion.  Then we see a building directly across from us get completely flattened.  Everyone is scared shitless.  Just then, the twister turns and heads straight for our building.  We all run towards the center of the building to hide, where we, admittedly, should have already been.

“No matter what happens, I love you! I have to go.  Bye!” I yell into the phone.

Then my alarm clock goes off.

Last night I had a dream that I was one of the Marvel Avengers. The dream took place in the movie and I was a lot like Black Widow (a spy working for S.H.E.I.L.D). My character was in love with Iron Man (Tony Stark) and he was in love with her as well. While the Avengers were battling Loki’s (the villain) army, Loki kidnapped me and Tony tried so hard to save me but failed. Loki controlled me with his staff and forced me to be in love with him. Tony felt horrible back on Earth and so guilty.
The dream ended and I woke up before I could finish it and see what else happens.
I really hope I get to finish it because I feel like this dream symbols my double personality problem in which I sometimes feel evil and sometimes feel good.

I want to finish this dream badly because I feel like it might help me figure out who I actually am.

 

-Valencia

Going Home

October 26, 2011

I often dream of returning to my childhood home.

In my dreams, nothing has changed since the moment I left, and for two decades, no one has set foot inside.

No one but my dog, who has been waiting twenty years to be taken for a walk.

 

-C.H.P.

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