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July, 20 2006
This dream came out of nowhere. It scared me. It wasn't a nightmare exactly, but it was scary in my opinion. But that's probably because I think too much into things. I have many strange dreams. This is just one out of hundreds of thousands. I don't remember all of this one.
I had just learned something, and I had gone to tell one of my parents about it. My mother was there. I came up to her slowly. She was just standing there, as if nothing existed outside her mind. When I was part way through with what I had to say, my younger cousin interrupted. My mom didn't acknowledge that I still wanted to tell her something, but she spoke to my cousin and younger sister, telling them to be careful in the front yard. Suddenly I was so frustrated that I didn't get to say what I had meant to. My cousin then went off playing with my younger sister in the front yard. Soon after I decided to follow them.
My uncle was there lounging on the grass, just watching them. The girls and I decided to play tag. I was laughing when it happened. The sun was so close, and so bright it scared me. The fire was practically jumping off of it's face just to touch us. Then a black sad, frown developed on the sun's surface. It turned into a really knarly looking face. It was twisted as if it were in agony. Then it spun around and a group of black shadows of what apeared to be dancers performed the cancan in a straight line acoss the side of the sun. When the sun flashed, a bright light eminated from it blinding me, then the sun grew black, ripples formed and spread across it. For some reason every time it did this I blacked out and fell to the ground.
Shapes formed and transformded into other shapes on the sun. It unnerved me a bit. When I told my uncle, he said, " Don't look at it. Stop looking at it and it will go away. It's not real. " He gave me a funny look as he was telling me this. It felt like I was going insane.
Suddenly a banquet with all sorts of American breakfast foods appeared. There was so much. My plate was laoded by the time I was done gathering all the bit's and peices that I wanted. The whole time in that dream I felt like I was getting closer and closer to loosing my mind. That is what scared me.
My thought turned to murderous ones. But I refused to let my family know. They would just think I was crazy. But in that dream, I was really, really, crazy. And that is what scared me the most. My family couldn't accept me, and I always felt like killing someone. Sounds like I have a lot of pent up anger or I watch too many horror films. But whatever caused me to have that dream, I hope it doesn't ever happen again.
 Poshdom · Fri Jul 21, 2006 @ 11:49pm · 1 Comments |
