Post by Leon on May 28, 2007 7:24:24 GMT -5
Recently (the past week) I've been having dreams where I subconsciously control them. And they all seem to be that I'm watching them from a 3rd person perspective, with a little control. Here's an example:
Somebody was chasing me through my house, so I ran to my bedroom, pulled out my katana, not fully un-sheathing it yet, and I heard the person come closer and closer, making noise and talking loudly. But when he got to the point he was about to open the door, I said (yes I, not my dream body) "Don't come in." and he didn't. The noise stopped, talking and everything stopped. I opened my door and he was gone.
This wasn't the worst though, because I knew it was a dream. But this next one had me so scared when I woke up this morning:
So I'm getting ready for school, it's the week before exams, and they're prepping us. I walked in, said hi to my friends, and walked around with the girl I like. "I'll be back." she said "Besides, you've got something to do, you need to do it. Meet back here." so we seperated. I went to the locker room, where all the sports players were having a meeting at. I pulled a grenade out of my pocket, tossed it into the crowd, and left, hearing it explode behind me. I left, and returned to the spot, seeing one of my other friends, and her returning. My friend mike said "That was awesome man! After what they did to us, they deserved it." But for some reason I had mixed emotions, emotions of happiness, fear of conviction, prison, or death, but also an I don't care type of feeling. It felt so real, not a dream, but so real, that I thought it was. "Mike...I just killed the whole locker room." he replies "Yea, but you had to.". Then I say "I'M GOING TO JAIL! I can only hope this is a dream. I mean...this is the school yea...and you're back from florida, everything's so normal...but one thing still bugs me." "What?" he asked. "Where am I supposed to get a grenade at! That's the only thing that's bugging me." So then he grins at me and says "That must mean..." then I think for a minute and respond "This is a dream?"
I could only hope it was a dream, because it felt so real, like disturbingly real. Then when I actually woke up, I felt so happy to be in my own bed. I was so so scared. So can you tell me what you think this means? Was it just a very real dream? Or do you think I'm a fruitloop?
Somebody was chasing me through my house, so I ran to my bedroom, pulled out my katana, not fully un-sheathing it yet, and I heard the person come closer and closer, making noise and talking loudly. But when he got to the point he was about to open the door, I said (yes I, not my dream body) "Don't come in." and he didn't. The noise stopped, talking and everything stopped. I opened my door and he was gone.
This wasn't the worst though, because I knew it was a dream. But this next one had me so scared when I woke up this morning:
So I'm getting ready for school, it's the week before exams, and they're prepping us. I walked in, said hi to my friends, and walked around with the girl I like. "I'll be back." she said "Besides, you've got something to do, you need to do it. Meet back here." so we seperated. I went to the locker room, where all the sports players were having a meeting at. I pulled a grenade out of my pocket, tossed it into the crowd, and left, hearing it explode behind me. I left, and returned to the spot, seeing one of my other friends, and her returning. My friend mike said "That was awesome man! After what they did to us, they deserved it." But for some reason I had mixed emotions, emotions of happiness, fear of conviction, prison, or death, but also an I don't care type of feeling. It felt so real, not a dream, but so real, that I thought it was. "Mike...I just killed the whole locker room." he replies "Yea, but you had to.". Then I say "I'M GOING TO JAIL! I can only hope this is a dream. I mean...this is the school yea...and you're back from florida, everything's so normal...but one thing still bugs me." "What?" he asked. "Where am I supposed to get a grenade at! That's the only thing that's bugging me." So then he grins at me and says "That must mean..." then I think for a minute and respond "This is a dream?"
I could only hope it was a dream, because it felt so real, like disturbingly real. Then when I actually woke up, I felt so happy to be in my own bed. I was so so scared. So can you tell me what you think this means? Was it just a very real dream? Or do you think I'm a fruitloop?