by Thrill KillI'm curious how often you guys dream and what you dream about. Post your dreams here, in detail.
I cant even remember the last time I dreamed period. Maybe I do and simply dont remember!
I remember my dreams at least twice/ week. Some nights I'll wake from 2 or 3 different dreams. My dreams are usually busy and bright, with a lot of detail. Sometimes I hear music or intricate conversations. I wrote historical fiction once in a dream. It sounded awesome right up until I woke up and wrote it down. Then I remembered how much I don't want to empathize with corseted Victorian ladies.
Some of my dreams look like cartoons. I often enjoy those dreams more than I enjoy tv.
I have sex dreams 2 or 3 times/ month.
A/N: This was an interesting dream, kinda fucked up. The background, and I think is the cause, is that I went to my usual Anger Management session and I got frustrated because my progress is retarded slow. I got feedback on triggers and shit and that was the start of another set of obsessive thinking. PS, I hate going there.
It was a bizarre as fuck dream with some SC members making cameos, some strangers and some friends back in Argentina. We were all apparently in a beach, having a sun bath and whatever, people in bathing suits and stuff. Luna starts a monologue (unintelligible), Alena also passes by and says something that gets lost in the wind. At one point Orange kicks sand. A friend from back home tells me something really fucking random, paraphrasing him "You shouldn't think". Somehow I knew that he meant "Shouldn't think about the thoughts" (something I was told in Anger Management). Then Edvard starts a quarrel with me (whoopdeedoo). The scenery suddenly changes and we are on a cement ground.
There we were, in a random raw yelling the same thing over and over at each other. The sky is cloudy, I knew because the environment lighting is too dim. I get so pissed because all he says is "You, you, you, you, you, you, you!!!!", and there's nothing that pisses me more than people repeating something (well the second most annoying thing).
That's when things get fucking weird. I see around quite agitated, I think I smelled the blood, or at least react like I did. There is some ellipsis going on, and Edvard is a puddle of blood all mashed (like this) with his arm colorless. I put my hands in the air and yelp, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!", I am stressing 'me' for a some reason. (this is a very Argentinean gesture. When you didn't do something, you put your hands above your shoulders in the air). And people are lying on the ground also dead. There is this one old man pointing at the dead bodies and then looks at me weird, like a "tsk tsk" kind of look. I see someone I recognize and run to them but I stop because I know I probably did it. It wasn't respectful. Logic.
I think at one point I panic because I kinda fear not remembering things I do, and I start obsessing and believing I killed them, even though I find it bizarre to make people into puddles... So I figure this is where the nightmare starts. I couldn't remember yet there was guilt that I may have killed them in a rage fit. I say that it was someone else who did it. I hear a heavy breathing, like a panting, and I get pulled by my hair and that's when I wake up.
It was weiiiird. I think I could write this as my horror short story project.
