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|Thursday, December 18th, 2008|
cross posted to my personal journal
I dreamed that I was living in my parents' house, but my parents didn't live there. Instead, I lived with a roommate, a female who was very placid and quiet and prone to being taken advantage of by men. I was trying to affix a chain lock to the inside of our door because a guy had recently broken in and hurt her and I was worried he'd come back. It was difficult, though, because the post that you would normally attach the chain to, the one that slides so you can talk to the person outside the door but they can't come in, was missing and I was trying to hook the chain onto a light switch instead.
Just when I thought I had it perfectly arranged, the door pushed inwards, pulling the chain off the light switch and the door and fell onto the floor. I sighed in frustration and bent to pick it up.
A face peered in at me. It was red, and had horns and looked for all the world like a typical B-movie devil. I wasn't scared, though.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, annoyance colouring my words.
"Oh, you know, just stopping by, stopping in, coming by, just you know, wanting to see if you guys were here, you know." He sniffed the air like a rat.
I looked behind me and I could see the silhouette of my roommate sitting at the kitchen table, hands clasped around a mug of coffee. She looked as though she might be weeping, but I heard no sounds and could not see her face. I tried to protest, but the devil pushed past me and went into the kitchen.
"Come on, girl, I've got some games for you to play," he said to my roommate, laying a small suitcase down on the kitchen table and opening its clasps. "You like playing games, I know you do, and I brought you some special ones, special games, just for you, just for a special girl like you. You want to play games with me, don't you? I know you want to play this game with me because you're such a special girl and this is such a special game, oh it's such a lovely little game, you will love this little game because you're a lovely, special girl."
My roommate raised her eyes to meet his. "...okay," she said quietly.
The devil brought out some dice and some poker chips and began shuffling a deck of cards, a triumphant grin on his face.
"NO!" I shouted, stamping my foot on the floor like a disobedient child. I grabbed my roommate's elbow, pulling her out of the room. The devil snickered as though I'd done something infinitely amusing. He didn't try to stop me from dragging my roommate away.
I led her down rickety wooden stairs and into the basement. We sat on the dusty cement floor, facing each other. Her long, dark hair hung in front of her face, obscuring her expressions from me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, not unkindly. "That's the devil!"
"I know," she said, sadness in her voice.
"You don't have to play with him. You can stop, you can do something else."
She said nothing, but slowly rose to her feet.
I began to realize the futility of my actions. I understood why the devil had laughed at me earlier. "We could do something together..."
"I have to go back now," she said softly, slowly making her way back to the kitchen.
I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I could hear the sound of her sitting down at the table from upstairs - the metal legs sliding across the floor, the creaking of the old seat as she settled into place.
I heard the devil clapping his hands gleefully. "Oh you're just in time, just in time! It's time to start now, time to start the fun. We'll have so much fun, so much great fun, so much happy, special fun." He broke into inane giggles, the sound of which made my stomach turn. "Are you ready? Are you ready to start the fun?"
"Yes," said my roommate, and it was almost a whisper.
|Saturday, December 13th, 2008|
Hi, I'm new!
Newbie here, I have a lot of very vivid dreams - last night I had two. I'm not sure of this comm's policy on X-rated dreams, so I'm gonna put the second one behind a cut and trust you not to click on it if you're under eighteen or easily squicked, kay?
Anyway, in the first dream, I was a member of a superhero team who didn't know that my power was the ability to go in any door/window/vent/whatever and come out of any other similar opening in the same architectural structure. My teammates' best guess was that my power had something to do with teleportation.
Anyway, we were in a big skyscraper, auditioning a new team member, and I was testing him in hand-to-hand combat. He was a tall-ish, skinny guy with black hair, and apparently had some social standing, but it seemed I could easily beat him by stealing his feather duster and poking him with it. Eventually the test was over.
I apparently rather liked him, and took him off to the elevator, to show him something. I asked him to push the red button that released the hatch leading to the elevator shaft but he was a complete moron and pressed the alarm instead - two police officers burst in and I threw some kind of powder in their faces to blast them out of the room, and then the skinny guy and I went into the air vents of the sky scraper.
I apparently loved airvents, a secret, special place that nobody else knew, but I knew that my secret was already out and I'd be arrested when I got to the roof. I was sad, but I said nothing to the skinny guy, just led him up through the vents.
And sure enough, when we got to the roof, a lot of police officers were there, with my teammates, and also Batman, who held up a chart showing my apparent course through the building - broken and haphazard and full of gaps.
I didn't try to run and I didn't say anything, I don't know whether I got arrested or not because that was when I woke up.
And then I went back to sleep...( No kiddies beyond this pointCollapse )
And then I woke up. Current Mood: disturbed
I... I had a dream once.
I can't remember a lot about it, just one small scene.
Basically, it was Jesus and Optimus Prime. Having a teaparty. In a pink, flowery field. Surrounded by happy, dancing lemons.
I swear. Current Mood: worried
|Tuesday, November 27th, 2007|
a dream within a dream
November 26th, 2007:
I was pregnant, and had just started to go into labor. I felt and saw the baby kicking, and its foot was pressing up against my skin so that I could see the outline of the foot. Then the baby started to move, and I saw its hands pushing up against my skin. It then pushed through me, and its hands were sticking out. It then started to grow and move, and it finally pushed completely out of me - my skin was folding away like wax - and it was able to push through me much higher than my uterus. It was right below my ribs, almost like it was coming out of my stomach. So the baby came out, and with the umbilical cord still attached, it started to walk around. My mom, or someone who was there cut the cord, and the baby started walking - I was disturbed by this so I picked him up (it was a boy) and told him that he was too young to start walking.
I realized that this was a dream, so I woke up, and walked outside of the room I was sleeping in. Outside there were lots of different events going on. It was a street fair, but it wasn't really selling anything - there were conferences, and events, like people playing Dungeons and Dragons, and LARP get-togethers. There were people dressed up as elves, with swords, and shields, and I didn't know why I was in such a weird place. I looked at one of the buildings, and there was a conference of Monks wearing brown cloaks - all sitting in the lotus yoga position, meditating. I walked down the street and I ran into some of my long-time family friends - I started telling Alan and Karen my weird pregnant dream and then Alan's brother Stephen came over so I told him too. We then got in a car because we had to get somewhere, and we drove under a bridge that tore the roof of the car off. We got out to fix it, but realized we couldn't, so we got back in the car and just kept driving.
(this is what I get for watching the Private Practice episode where underage girls had babies and gave them away to foster care.) Current Mood: weird
|Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006|
I don't just feel my dreams emotionally... but I feel them physically. Is that weird?
For example. Last night I had a really long, intricate dream. To sum it up: There was a photography contest on some island, and my family and I were there... but there were pirates and an "overlord" who was some kind of slimey slug-like beast. I took great pictures, but a pirate stole them and gave them to the overlord, who won the cash prize. There was a LOT more to it than that, but that's the main part... I was running away from them, but a friend of mine showed up and while he was helping me escape, I decided I wanted my pictures back. I ran back down all of the flights of stairs searching for the photos I had taken. On the bottom, I heard the overlord and his pirates coming around the corner, so I hid under the first small set of metal stairs.
When the overloard started going up the stairs, I felt the pressure of the stairs pushing down on me. Literally. I felt the warm ooze from his disgusting slug body and it was just the strangest thing ever.
I don't know. Am I alone on this? Does anyone else literally feel their dreams?
|Sunday, August 20th, 2006|
I have a re-occurring dream where I am about to travel on a plane to somewhere I've never been to before...random places that I don't have any relatives/strong interests in. Last night it was to Spain.
So I was in the house I grew up in, packing things in my old bedroom for the trip. I couldn't find a suitcase. Then I couldn't find the right clothes. Then my carry-on bag was full of sand.
As I was packing, I kept looking at the clock. My flight was for 6pm, and it was getting close. 5:30, 5:45, 6:00. But the airport was down the street (not true) and I kept rationalizing to myself that it was going to leave late, like how someone goes to the movies late because they always show 10 minutes of previews ahead of time.
Finally it was 6:45pm and I started complaining to my mom "They're not going to let me go to Spain!". She assured me that I would be let on a later flight.
|Saturday, August 12th, 2006|
I keep having dreams where something horrible/terrifying is happening (I'm being chased, stabbed, anything) and I try to dial 9-1-1 but I either keep dialing it wrong, get the wrong number, or an answering machine. What's up with that? A few times I'll actually get a real person, but they don't think my situation is a real emergency, and I have to sit there and plead with them before they just straight up hang up on me. Not cool.
|Saturday, July 1st, 2006|
I'm not feeling well today, and I took about an hour and a half long nap...( strangeCollapse )
Of course that is not beginning to end, and it's mostly just the parts that stood out. I don't know. Those kinds of dreams always seem so real. Then again, most of my dreams do. Current Mood: contemplative
|Sunday, June 4th, 2006|
I'd like to start out with a brief summery on one of my recent strange dreams:
I was in a school, but we were all cartoon animals. There was a wolf and he found a knife, and this knife was very illegal. It was just a regular knife, though. He went around and killed all the animals, even though they tried to get away, and when he got to me I managed to wake up. I fell asleep and the dream started all over again from the beginning. The same things happened, only this time I was cut and killed. There was blood everywhere. I woke up and my arms, which were cut the most because I was trying to protect myself, were very sore like I had been scratching them, but there were no marks.
It was interesting. This is a great community... I have crazy dreams all the time! Current Mood: curious
|Friday, March 3rd, 2006|
|Sunday, February 26th, 2006|
When I was in college, I was a Residential Assistant in the dorms. I was supposed to make all the freshman on my wing feel comfortable, answer their questions, etc. In reality, I was only doing the job because I was broke and it paid in free room/board. My residents knew this, and I always felt kind of guilty about it, because I was so shy.
So in my dream last night, it was almost Christmas, and I was an RA, and I realized that I hadn't even met anyone on my wing yet. I hadn't made name decorations for their doors, and now I was frantically trying to get Christmas presents into their rooms while acting like normal.
I still feel guilty about it!
|Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006|
|Tuesday, February 7th, 2006|
The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"Two documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web
2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com
) Project seeks to
document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with
the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com
) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.com is a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread the word about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen Current Mood: bouncy
|Sunday, January 29th, 2006|
In my dream I was being hunted by the Nightwalker from "Princess Mononoke". Anywhere that I ran, it would find me, and when it did, it would slowly creep up to me like a cat about to pounce. I could see the weird tall horn from far away slowly coming towards me. The last time that it found me, I pushed a huge wooden cross into its chest, and started saying The Apostles' Creed in an attempt to kill it. My alarm went off in real life, and I woke up to my lips still moving.( What is the Apostles' Creed?Collapse )
|Monday, October 31st, 2005|
crazy dream from the other night
Wow, that dream was weird as hell... might have been alcohol induced from last night, although did not drink much, but for me 2 beers in 20 minutes is enuff, i'm a lightweight so sue me :P ... Anyhow, so, the dream.... can't remember it all, but here's parts I do remember.
First off was down in Fl, met up with a couple of guys I knew before, and they for some reason decided to cut their dicks off and put a string around them and throw them in an ocean to see who's floated the best or something. I remember throughout the dream I kept worrying that they would have a hard time "sewing" them back on, and worrying that they wouldn't be able to get all the functions back.
A little bit later my ex V (big c-head & drunk) was hanging all over me, drunk as hell, kissing on me neck and begging me to ask this guy Ed for some coke. So i'm like ok whatever, so I ask him for some "stuff" and he hands over this half-sandwhich bag that is blue, and has others in pink and yellow, and I'm lookng at it and it looks like kitty litter with the blue-crystals in it, and I'm like is this kitty litter? And he's like yeah it will get you so fucked up.. I'm like um, and V is like yeah that's the shit man.
Then the cops bust in, so i'm holding this bag and he grabs it and throws it in the cat box and is like that's what so great about it, it's easy to hide. I'm like erm ok.
Oh and Also Ed's roomate hid all the alcohol so they kept trying to get at it, and finally did, above the stove or something...
Then next thing I know we are sitting on a couch facing a front window, and front door, and the door is open and you can see the ocean (felt like in a movie), we are on the beach, the house I mean, I am on the couch still and V is laying on me, and in my left hand I have the bag of kitty litter "stuff" again, and I'm watching the sun come up. It's so pretty the sun is coming up directly next to the moon going down, it's like they are fussing into one but two seperate. And I'm thinking wow that's so pretty that's why I love the sunrise, then I'm like wait a second the sun doesn't do that, and I tell my friend Johnny to look, and he's like wow, and then all of a sudden there is this huge *BAM* and the "sun" is exploding, and at the same time as my view is panning over to the left to see the sun actually coming up, Johnny is like what was that, and I'm like I think it's the end of the world, and then *BAM* As I am waking up and half in the dream, I am suddenly praying to god to let me go to heaven and not hell.
WEIRD ass dream, I also first was thinking, God please don't let this dream be a DEJA VU dream because I never want to have this happen!
This is the second time in a week I've had a dream about the end of the world.
I'm hoping it's just cause I've kinda been worried lately that the end of the world is near, as I am sure so many others have thought.
I dunno it was just a weird dream.
A co-worker at work brought up, something I did not realize until recounting the dream, that the "sun blowing up" was like an atomic bomb going off.
Anyhow, that's my weird ass dream ... feel free to comment : Current Mood: weird
|Tuesday, October 25th, 2005|
Old Boyfriend and a kitten
I just woke up from the weirdest dream.
My last boyfriend (whom I am not entirely over yet) was here. We'd run into each other somewhere and I invited him over. Next thing I remember from the dream, he's lying naked on my couch and I'm sitting fully dressed (except for shoes) on the end of it--on the armrest, with my feet on the couch, facing him. There's a ginger kitten running around on the carpet, chasing a living mouse all over the place. They're running behind furniture, behind the stereo and everywhere. We're watching this. Throughout our whole conversation, we were watching the cat and mouse, not
Then he says, "Oh, by the way. I'm seeing someone now."
I was sure he was lying, but I said, "What are you doing here, then?"
He said, "I thought it's what you wanted."
I shook my head, then lied and said, "I'm kind of seeing someone too. His name's Ryan." Ryan was a boyfriend I had about twenty years ago. Nice guy, good looking, sweet, kind, way into me--but I wasn't into him which is why I broke it off with him.
The naked man on the couch said, "So what are you doing here?"
I said, "I'm only kind of seeing him. We're not sleeping together. Are you sleeping with your girlfriend?"
He shrugged, then nodded and said, "Yeah."
I didn't know if what he was saying was true, or if he was lying but wanting me to know he wasn't coming back. Throughout our relationship in real life, I never could tell when he was being truthful with me, which was odd. I'm usually very good at reading people, but I could never read him or if I did, doubted my ability--or denied the truth of what I was reading? I don't know.
I shook my head again and said, "How like you. It just isn't in you to be faithful is it?"
Just then, the kitten did a strange move on the mouse: sort of running over it, and biting it at the same time, so it got flipped up behind the kitten. The mouse landed on his back feet, but he was all ruffled and didn't move. He was dead. The kitten didn't see where the mouse had gone and was doing a little hissy, jump, twist thing in one spot, looking for it. Then he spotted his prey, went after him, but flipped him and went under him. He went back to where the mouse was again, but realized the mouse was dead, and wandered around looking for something else to do. Another kitten, black and white, strolled into the room and the ginger cat immediately started to play with the new kitten.
I got off the end of the couch and said, "I better throw out the mouse, and you better go."
Paradoxically, it's an obvious dream, at the same time that it's elusive. One of us is the ginger kitten, and the other is the mouse. One of us is the player, the other is the victim. Just because the player in our scenario thinks we're on equal ground--thinks we're both playing--we're not and couldn't possibly be. One of us is bound to get hurt. It's time to move on and find someone who is a better match. But am I the kitten or the mouse? I thought I was the mouse, but maybe I'm the kitten. Whatever the case may be, that last relationship is dead and it's time to move on.
|Sunday, September 11th, 2005|
I had a dream Yesterday That i thought was kind of sad when I fell asleep at 3pm and woke up at 6:30-ish~
I dreamt that i was with my family, a few friends and a bulter of some sort in a place somewhere liek the middle east. We were waiting in a long long line for something, though i never did find out what it was. There was a t shirt stand next to us. A wall of some sort or marble. A boy in a peach costume lay against the wall dying at one point. I was hovering around a fat man named Tony (An old friend of my Moms that always hated me and made a point of letting me know he liked my sister better) who was looking at me disapprovingly while my Mum was standing up ahead a ways just looking at towards the line. The atmosphere was very scary...but only for me it seems. There were some men in..some kind of military...arabic garb...~ They had covered faces and looked a little like thieves from an arabian night-ish movie, and they were a few yards away. They all had guns, but no one in the line was bothered at all. I was walking down a sandy road for a few minutes and when I reached the other side of the T shirt stand, A huge mushroom cloud filled the sky and it sounded like a bomb had gone off and the air was filled with the sound of guns going off and bullets wizzing through the smoke. Everyone flinched and bent over somewhat, but I dont think anybody ran. When i looked, i could see that where the trouble was coming from was surrounded by a huge sandstone wall and was far enough away that no one in the line was going to be hurt.
...I stood closer in the line and started feeling more and more nervous...because all the men with guns were staring at me. There was one guy, the leader it seems, with his gun out(all the others were holding thiers upright and cleaning the handles with rags), and he was staring at me most directly. They never looked at anyone else in the line. The man shot into the crowd twice, not hitting or startling anyone but me... and then he took very deliberate aim and shot ME directly in the shoulder, leg and chest. When I fell back, somebody screamed, I think the peach boy that was there earlier lifted my head slightly, but otherwise no one did anything. People in the line who knew me, glanced down at me disinterested. And Even though nobody moved, It felt like things sped up...
It was kind of odd..and kind of sad...~ Comments? Suggestions? Opinions?
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|Friday, August 19th, 2005|
I dreamed that I was in a huge house where there were all these granite and marble slabs lined up like beds. Each one had a last name inscribed on it. Mine was a black marble one with the word "Cheeser" etched on it. My last name isn't Cheeser. Another bed had "Sneezer" on it.
I was trying to figure out why my last name was Cheeser. Was I married to the Little Caesar's King (Cheeser Pleaser--lol!) or maybe I was married to someone considered "a big cheese?" or someone who told "cheesy" jokes.
I woke up thinking about Big Brother 6 and Kayzer, and thought, "Ah--just a little too into Big Brother, maybe."
|Tuesday, July 19th, 2005|
I was in my high school in Wisconsin, when there was a big earthquake. Students started running up the stairs to the top level of the school, while I ran to the bottom. Eventually I realized they were panicking and didn't know what to do, and I turned around and ran back upstairs, to convince students that they should run to the bottom level. I told people about how I had been in a bigger earthquake in Japan. I told them they would be okay. And eventually, I guided everyone out of the building.
This is the second earthquake dream I've had recently, and I'm really afraid Japan is going to start having earthquakes again. I'm most afraid because Tokyo is overdue for "the big one" and I need to fly out of there at the beginning of August. Current Mood: nervous
|Saturday, July 16th, 2005|
I decided finally to ask about something~ and i'm hoping someone might have some kind of idea because i've never been able to make head nor tail of this~ :O
All the dreams that i've had and remembered have always been really wierd, in an amusing way. Like a dream once where i was in a videogame, with a bunch of giant squirrels in a minivan barreling through a swampland chucking things out the window at enimies. Or dreams like me turning into a cat and leaping from barrel to floating barrel accross a little river to steal something from a butchers counter on the other side. O_o
But In all my life, i've had 3 or 4 reccuring dreams that were never anything like the others. They were very vivid, and i remember being more than a little edgy about them sometimes. They'd all kind of flashback through eachother when I'd dream them so i dont remember exactly how they seperated. In the dreams I was back in California where i had lived previously. I was sitting in my driveway with some colorful chalk, drawing, when i saw that the sky was getting stormier and darker. A man i'd never met before in a long dark coat came up to me with two boxes. They were those compartmental boxes for beads and jewelry stuff that are kinda see through and flat. He shoved them into my hands and insisted i take them because I had to sort what was inside before it was too late. There was a paper with some kind of instructions on the first box lid, but i dont remember what they said. The man dissapeared when i opened one of the boxes.
This was the start of the worst parts of these dreams. Inside these boxes were big grotesque and horrible bugs. They werent normal bugs, like spiders or beetles though, they were all meant to do horrible things.
The worst, or maybe just the most encountered, seemed to be this leech like worm. It would always start to pulse slitghtly when anyone'd touch it. A lot of the bugs escaped the box and i panicked and did what i could with the remaining. The first time i picked up the worm, It sloshed and gooed around my finger and a little mouth opened up and sucked its way over my hand. I shook it off screaming and tried to put it back in the box. Later I remember my sister picking it up off our kitchen counter and it just covered her, sucking her in, eating her i guess, whole. the worm was always transparent though...so you could see her inside and once it had her inside for a while she would just kind of dissapear. At some point it devoured my mother and i was screaming and screaming trying to rip it off or her. I think I woke up crying that time...
There were other times where i'd dream about the other bugs, wrapping up our neighbors and sucking them dry or streching them out or doing things to animals in the neighborhood but i dont remember them as well as the worm.
The very last dream i had of this kind, the worm simply wraped itself over the world. And then I think everyone suffocated.
Morbid, yeah, but i never could figure out if it had any kind of meaning for anything. I didnt ever have a really big fear of bugs. and I'd had these dreams when i was 11ish, right after moving northeast. Is there any kind of meaning that comes from bugs or worms in dreams?