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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 8:32 pm
I finally had a dream last night. Normally I don't remember my dreams or I don't have any. All the time, I have this moment of pure darkness and just wake up. I always wake up at the same time (or around there), because I always wake up from 8:00 AM - 9:30 AM, unless waken up by someone else.
I remember running through trees, fast. Very fast. I had Adrenaline pumping through my body from the suspense of what was chasing me. I can recall a tall Male, with long brown hair chasing after me. I can't quite get his face. though he was Caucasian. He wore Tripp-pants with black straps, rather than the usual chains, and a black jacket of sorts. I was scared, not having fun I can tell you that much. In all honesty, even though I was asleep...I could feel tears swelling in my eyes and my nose tingling from the cold. I guess I had confused him enough to get way ahead of him and get myself out of his sight range. Soon enough I ran into this girl's house.
Let's call her Jane. So this girl, Jane, had blonde hair and hazel eyes; she was about two-three years older than I was. Probably 17-18, maybe 19 years old. Either way she closed the door, inviting me in. She asked what was wrong, though I guess she knew me because she called me "Chyanne". I tell her I'm being hunted to be a religious sacrifice (don't ask how I know this, it kinda just came with my "memory" or whatever), and that I needed to rest. She was hesitant on letting me stay, but she nodded and guided me to a room. As soon as I was about to lay down we both heard the front door get slammed open. Instantly, I knew he was already here. He was like some sort of hound dog, able to know where I was. I needed to get out of there. Me and Jane made eye contact, then simultaneously looked at the large window. She opened it then I climbed out, her following along. Of course, she ripped her shirt and left a piece of clothing snagged onto the window.
We managed to get out of there and we ran all through town, almost running into him a few times. I could literally feel my heart pounding, and my legs begging me to stop. The only thing that kept me going was my fear. That fear is what kept me running as fast as I did. And why was Jane so clumsy? I thought that was my problem! This girl had tripped several times, slowing me down.
Nothing much happened other than running, and a few moments of suspense whenever the boy came close. Obviously whenever my dream went black it was just skipping through hours of time. Either way, Jane died. I remember the blood splattered on my shirt and the boy's hands drenched in crimson, as if he played with her blood. His face is literally a blur, I don't know why, it just was. I couldn't move my feet. I knew even if I ran right then he would just lunge at me, he was so close to me. Not even five steps away from me. My body was either locking down already, or the Adrenaline was pulsating through me so fast, I couldn't tell if my feet were waiting for the right moment to just run. I could get a distinct sense of feeling he was smiling, knowing he could easily abduct me right there. He took a step forward, and as a last attempt at keeping myself alive my body turned and began to run. As I had assumed, the boy lunged and barely missed me. Grabbing my ankle, he dragged me down and pulled me under. I was screaming now, the highest my throat would allow me. Why didn't anyone stop him? They were all staring at me and Jane while we ran, while Jane's limbs were ripped to shreds, and while I was being dragged away by the ankles. Why?
People just stood there and stared, seeming not to care or as if they were amused by this greatly. Some of them simply smiled.
AND GET THIS.
My rabbit has been acting up lately, not because she's nesting, but like she wont come out of her cage unless you pick her up and set her out. Even then, she hides under the chair. If you blockade the chair she looks over at the stairs and thumps like 20 billion times in a row. Like, I'll go to pet her and she'll run to her cage then thump; saying she wants in.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 5:31 pm
Its obvious that in the dream you are running. Probably from something you don't want to do. In the end you say there are spectators? Jane, this girl you see, could be some one in your life that is dragging you down, maybe even your self, the worst qualities you possess. You remember his outfit, not his face. The way he had blood on his hands. Which tells me you tend to assess peoples outside more, at least in your dreams... Uhmm If you are teased a lot in school it could be that, people watch and laugh at your pain.
Obviously I am NOT a qualified psychologist... so... my advice you to is, if its really bothering you, to buy one of those dream analyzing books or hell, make sure theres no religious cults in your home town?
You have to understand that dreams are humans ways of fighting through something that your subconscious wants you to figure out, something that scares you or hurt you in your past.
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