But I read this dream from Kt just a minute ago, and it deserves its own entry. It's crazy.
"The second thought (the first was, where are my glasses) when I woke up this morning was, I have to post this dream. Because I really have no clue what it's about.
So my mom sets us down for a family meeting, and tells us that the Nazis are back in power, and that we're going to have to cross the border into Germany (how we crossed from America to Germany, I'm not sure).
At my last day of school I keep talking about it but no one seems to care. They carry on as normal, and started making plans to go places while not asking me. Whatever, I get angry and then we leave the next morning.
We show up at this place where people cross into the next country, walk through, and then begin to build a swingset (no lie) in the snow covered German land. All hell begins to break loose though, and there's shouts about how the Nazis have gained land? That's when a mess of tanks, planes, and soldiers all come at us, and all my family cares about is moving the swingset.
Everyone who's crossed through the border is in a clear space surrounded by trees, and we're all captured, but into an enormous wagon, and are taken into the forest.
We end up at a rundown building that ends up being a warehouse for a department store, where they have beds set up. They then bring us to the bathrooms which has 3 different types of toilets because, so they say, they need different toilets for different cultures.
All seems ok, ok as you can get when you're being held hostage by the Nazis. So I was able to go outside and eat by myself at night. Thats when the sky is illuminated with planes on fire-green fire. Some American soldiers run in screaming that we're free and America has won the war because they've shot down all their planes. They keep celebrating and I keep shouting at them "but I don't think it's over yet, just wait!" But they don't hear me and they're jumping up and down.
Then a mess of Nazis come out from behind the building and take us all in. Once I get up to the door, there's a line going around and a few girls refuse to let me in. They're being pretty mean about it too, and then I see my friend Alex trying to force his way to the end of the line to help me get into it.
Once we're inside they have us sit down in a great room and we're told that we're not being given dinner. I think to myself, "well, its good that I ate outside tonight." And then I see a guy.....who I'm not going to name-but lets just say he's a very, very bad person, dreamstate or not.
They also say that they'll be punishing us by giving sleeping assignments i.e.-who's sleeping where. Guess where they assign me? Mhm, with that guy. Who later on rapes me. And I feel so stuck inside this snowglobe of war and rape and bad people....that I know I'll never be able to get out of.
The funny thing is I remember thinking "but how is anyone going to know?" "No one's going to be able to save me this time..."
Then, I wake up.
Leave it to your own interprutation.
<3 kt"
Yea...that is so crazy.
-On behalf of the Dream Consortium-
-Alex
Recently I have had some dreams that I'd like to post on here, so, I will post them later, and I will hope that you guys will post your own dreams as well.
On behalf of the Consortium,
-Alex
"I've been having nightmeres lately, so if you've read my blog, you may already know the theme.
My dream last night was:
In my dream, I was asleep, I woke in my bed, sat up and stared straight down my hallway and their were two figures in my hallway. I freaked at first, but then I calmed myself down. They entered my room, and I felt as if I knew them, that I was safe from them. They were humanoid, but not human. One was a woman with brown hair. The other was a man with either no hair or blonde short hair. It was kinda dark and I couldnt tell very well. But they were wearing an outfit that was a off white (maybe cuz it was dark) that covered their whole bodies, and it looked as if they were carrying helmets. In my dream I was still very sleepy and it was hard to open my eyes the whole way, no matter how hard I tried to blink. The woman went to the left of my bed, whilst the man came to the right side of my bed and sat down, He grabbed my hand, and held it. I could feel the weight of him on my bed, and my body rolled slightly towards him. He was quite caring. Then I felt something on my back. I think it was the woman. And I felt myself drifting away again, and as I was the man said to me "It's ok, your the one, your the first".
And then I really woke.
Werid eh...
I have only described my dream here, but I have more of my feelings on my blog about this dream."
-The Consortium-
(on behalf of Alex)
It started off good. And ended in about 3 or 4 attempts to end the dream in my dream...yea...i know, weird huh?
It starts:
Me and my Mom go down to Disney world. As we are getting some tickets somewhere ( we were in some big building), she got two balloons. One was long and the other was short. I took the long one, and as soon as I took it, it about took my arm off. For whatever reason, it was so much lighter than a regular ballon that it actually SHOT UP and could actually support my weight for a few seconds. Then we got in the car, and my dog Bob was in the backseat (he always rides with us to the school). We rode over to my cousin's house. But it has the appearance of a different house...a house I've never been in (it seems that way with a lot of my dreams...either the house is a mixture of two recognizable houses, or one completely weird house). So we're in there, and there are no lights on at all. I walk into my cousin's room and we are just talking. Then my mom comes in and tells me we gotta leave. So s I'm walking out, Cliff (my cousin) calls my name and tells me to come and talk to him for a second. He tells me to close the door (this part freaks me out). There are no lights on. All I can hear is his voice and I can see a slight silhouette. He says in a very strong voice, "Hey man, try these shrooms, try em! Just stick em in your mouth, swallow, and take a deep breath!" I say "NO!" He then starts pushing towards it again. I say NO! And it just keeps repeating until I leave the room. The freaky part about it, is that I couldn't see anything but I could hear his voice...and what freaks me out is that...while my cousin does smoke weed, he would never do any other drug...and he would NEVER push me to do ANY drug. o, the dream relaly freaked me out.
But it continues. This part's just weird. It seriously seemed soo real in my dream. I realize that the dream about my cousin is a dream (in my dream) and I'm "locked" in my dream, trying to get out. The voice of Alfred Hitchcock comes on the radio next to my bed and tells me that I can get up and get out of my dream if I try hard enough. (Here is where it gets sooo real-feeling) I wake up in my dream, to darkness, and I go to turn on the light and I can't with either lamp. The knob would click, but no light. After a while of searching for a way to turn on my light, I realize I'm in a dream, and then the voice starts talking again. Again, it's Alfred Hitchcick's voice and he says, "You can get out if you can say 'record chord'." Yea...weird, I know. So I say it in my dream, and I wake up again...but again, I'm in a dream. Finally I somehow make myelf get up by my own will-power, and that's how I'm now awake.
Yea. Crazzyyy
-Alex
It starts out in the middle of the night and I'm sitting in my living room. My dad is in the room. For some reason the lights are out, and it's creepin me out. For some reason, I started having this dream with the knowledge that my grandma was also in the dream, but was in the hall bathroom (not exactly what I wanna think about, but it was in my dream). All of a sudden I have a walky-talky in my hand and I can hear voices on it, since I was interceding some channel being used closeby. I'm listening to this channel when I come to realize that both voices are inside my house, trying to kill my family. One of them is watching all of us from somewhere I dunno where, but wherever it is, he can see all of us. I can actually remember him saying that my dad was in the living room and my grandma was in the bathroom. For whatever reason, he couldn't see me though. I heard on the walky-talky that he has been hiding underneath the kitchen table, so I know that I can get a run for it. So I decide to hide. But for whatever reason, the only good hiding place was in the bathroom with my grandma. I run in the bathroom and jump in the shower/tub (which is weird, because the hall bathroom has a flat-floored shower....but then again I think it was a combo of my old bathroom from our previous house, and the hall bathroom here). So I'm in this tub...just waiting. I look down, and I have a laser pointer...but it's a gun. I just sit and wait for the killer to come into the bathroom...Finally, I see his figure appear in the bathroom. He turns on the light, searches, and then turns it off, but as he's turning to leave, I jump up and shoot him in the chest. He's knocked down, but not dead....
Here's where it gets vicious...
I grab a regular old pen and gouge out both of his eyes with it, and I can seriously feel the anger surging through me. I then remember that it was the next morning, and we dumped this guy's body into a trashbag and put him into the garbage bin in our garage.
The end.
-Alex.
P.S. - I doubt I'll ever kill anybody in my lifetime...but the way I interpret this dream is that it's a result of what I feel when my family or friends are threatened. If ever either of them are threatened, I just get a surge of rage throughout my body. Nothing ever happens, but I think that is why this dream happened. Don't ask me why it happened last night though...my family or friends have not been threatened in any way recently.
dreamersI was taking pictures with a digital cmaera at a family gathering somewhere in this wood clearing by a stream. But every so often, my grandparents and their brothers and sisters would suddenly be younger and dressed like they were back in the 30's and 40's. I never saw any transition... I'd just look back and there my pawpaw was jumping to catch a frisbee and fell in the shallow stream. (Him being in his late 70's now this isn't something I'd expect, even in a dream.) He was skinny and wearing old 30's-40's clothes... and he had his handsome dark hair.
So anyway, there's also this bit where I'm trying to take good pictures, and people keep getting in my way... and by the time I ask them to move the picture moment is gone. And in this bit all my grandrents and great aunt/uncles are back to being old.
Next, there is a part where my grandrents and great aunts/uncles are doing some very chaotic (unorganized) square dance. (They're young again bytheway.) And I start dancing with them... there was some sort of order to the dance... like... set one and three dosiedo, and then everyone moves around the square... and I can't remember the rest. But I do remember that people kept joining the circle (ahem square). And then I remember distinctly that there were black people there too. But now it wasn't just that my grandrents and aunts/uncles were young... we were back in time. Apparently I knew that... and thought that it was so good that we would dance with blacks and treat them like people too. (This was a bigger problem back in the 30's-40's but my elder kin weren't racist back when it was cool to be. So I'm guessing that's where that part of the dream comes from...)
Okay, so now the time is reverted back to normal... and this is probably a different dream... but now I'm in Central (an outskirt of Baton Rouge)... and I remember I had wanted to see Emily... but now I was too far... so... if I climb up a telephone poll... and I was being rushed along the telephone poll to the next one and the next one... it was weird... but I ended up just going to the main thoroughfair that leads home... but then I was at a grocery store like... stalking this hot who was my geography professor's daughter? (Does he even have a daughter??) But anyway... she ignored me, so I went about my merry way in the grocery store... and I woke up...
I dreamt a couple nights ago that jakerad got a record deal, and I was urgently trying to get a hold of his first CD. Like I said, I honestly cannot remember anything more than that, but there you go.
Let's hear some dreams, people!
-Alex-
dreamersTime to post your dreams again... The consortium is going to be working on some type of cool thing for the winner of the week. But until we do, we will still expect total dreamage here! We'd also appreciate you posting a link or something on your blogs so that we can spread the word about dreamers and get input on how we can make it even cooler! Thanks you, and sweet dreams!
-James (on behalf of the Consortium of Dreamers)
dreamersThe Dreamer's Consortium has chosen Darksunshine's dream... we think it has a translatable inner meaning. As we are not prophets we aren't exactly able to properly interpret this dream... We ask that you offer up your comments and interpretations by replying to this post. Congrats darksunshine! You're the very first dream "winner!"
-James (on behalf of the consortium)
www.darksunshine.mindsay.com
I always dream about babies. At times kids...but mostly just babies.
I was standing in line for some water ride with 3 strangers, didn't know them and they didn't know me, yet for some reason we were each following each other. So as we come up to the gates that let you into the rafts, I hear a baby.
It's crawling along the side of the ride and headed for the water, crying, yet he keeps crawling closer and closer to the edge.
I try getting out of line to help the baby and one of the strangers grabs me by the waist and says "no let it be" and as hard as I claw at him to let me go, his grips so firm that theres no way I'm getting out.
I'm screaming for someone to help and everyone just looks at me in a way of disgust and embaressment on their society. I see an attendent close by and scream at her to help the baby but it's to late and as the baby crawls off the edge I wake up.
<3 kt
Hey guys.....
I can't vote by myself, yo....
Ummmm.....
Postponed until I find them???
Yea
-A dreamer-
