To sleep, to sleep...perchance to dream

Oki, so i thought id record all dreams potentially of any significance in here, to save me having to make a new thread each time and annoy everyone

I remember my dreams most mornings, but will only record the most interesting. Ill also try and note any of those "in between dream" sounds i hear that i mentioned in my other thread.

Last night i only slept for an hour so cant remember the actual dream had the word "gentle" ringing in my ears as i woke

Xx

 

Is it because you heard these words in a song during the day?

I can no longer listen to music with words in them (unless they are disco or big band) because the music will play in my dreams.

 

I love falling asleep with music I like playing, I have the best dreams that way.

Sorry about stepping in your thread verse, I'm drunk and the forums seems a little slow right now. Maybe I'm just fast ....

Nice dreams

 

A beefy military guy shoved a rifle in my face as i stood on a littered, filthy beach. The place was full of small children heaping up piles of grey sand and playing with tin cans.

"Maxi, if you round up all these children, and take them across that bridge, over there-"(the guy pointed towards the sea, to a bridge which streched right over the ocean as far as the eye could see)"-then i will take you to your Promised Land"
"How many children are there?"
"100 children...and a whippet dog. You must walk them in single file and hold the smallest childs hand all the way across. Then walk back alone and Ill be here for you."

Then the guy marched off, his rifle on his shoulder, and left me in the middle of all these kids. So i shouted across the beach that all children must come to me, and bring their dog, and they did. Then i picked out the smallest, a dark haired little boy, took his hand and started to march them all across the bridge. We were walking towards the setting sun.

I asked them "So do you know where Im taking you?"
No response. They were like robot children.
I kept trying to communicate but they just kept their eyes fixed on the sun and didnt make a sound.

We walked until the sun had gone, then risen again. At nighttime i pointed out all the constellations to the children, who looked but still didnt speak.
Then i saw a doorway, fixed into the sky. When we reached it, the smallest boy opened it, turned towards me and said "Merci Maxi"...then all 100 disappeared into this doorway. The last to go was the whippet dog, and the door slammed firmly closed after him.

The journey back only took a few minutes. When i arrived at the shore i was on the most beautiful beach ive ever seen, with palms and music and candles lit all around. I couldnt see the rifle man, but heard his voice say-"You did it. All this is yours, now."


The most beautiful dream ive had in months

 

Could very well be. I listen to lots of music. But then some of the things i hear are so bizarre i doubt theyre in songs ("Go through heavens gateway" etc)
I have had songs playing in my dreams before, though

Xx

 

Bleh multiple posts:|

 

I was a toddler again, with the mind of an adult. I was still me, but couldnt speak more than a few words, or walk without falling over.

A tall man was following my every move with a camcorder. "Now Maxine"(no-ones called me Maxine since i was about 10) "Just act as you normally would in your tiny little toddler life. Im just going to capture it all on video to be used against you when youre 17, ok?"

I wanted to cry out, grab the camera from him, say "This is not fair." But i didnt know how. It just came out as random babbles.

Then i was suddenly 17 again, sitting infront of a television screen with all my family(and ex family) sitting around. "And THIS", the tall guy said," is what SHE used to be...Just take a look."

And there i was as a toddler...only, i was different. I was throwing things, was violent, and ugly looking. My whole family turned to me "How COULD you? Youve betrayed us all"...

I woke myself up by screaming "This is not fair".

 

Me and my boyfriend were lying side by side in a white hotel bath. The bath was only full enough to cover your feet when standing, but we were just lying there anyway, talking and hosing eachother down with the shower head.
"Yeah", i said, "people really dont put enough thought into the names they give their children."
"We'll put a lot more thought into the name of our child", he replies. I cringe, and think "I thought i was the one in charge here."

Then he suddenly grabs me, and playfully pushes me down as if drowning me, even though the bathtubs almost empty. And a voice within me cries..."mon bateau, il a chaviré" ("my boat has capsized")

 

This time i was an adult, but just kept walking around my old primary school over and over, and hugging much surprised teachers(who probably had no idea who i was), and saying "How things have changed. So much change."

 

Nice work.....I hope you continue to share them.....a doorway opening in the sky, huh?
Dodgy....

 

I was mother of a 6 year old girl with huge blonde curls and hazel eyes. We lived in an inner city apartment, on the 3rd floor. There was loud banging on our door as i bathed the little girl and floated plastic ducks in the water, then shouts...

"Shes MY daughter too Maxi, you cant do this to me. I have a right to see my child"...

I told the girl to ignore the mans shouts, that hed go away soon...

"And i know youve been telling her about sex and things too. Shes too young for that. Ive told the court everything, and theyre disgusted. Let me in."

I grabbed the girl from the water, dried and dressed her, then brought her to the living room...where i suddenly realised it was the voice of my boyfriend. I looked down at my hands and saw a red circle, where a wedding ring used to be.

"Right, im breaking this door down"...

The girl pointed to the window which looked out into the street "Quick mummy, through there"...and the next thing i knew id jumped, was falling rapidly, my daughter had disappeared, and id landed with a bump in some kind of pit. The walls were painted white, and written on one with black ink, were the words "Youll be lonely forever, now."

 

Yeah...its surprising how much my dreams seem to focus on the sky. Although recently this has been taken over by children...there are either hundreds of small children, just one child, or talk of children in every dream i have nowadays:S No idea why.

Xx

 

I lived with my mum and brother in a huge 4 storey house, in the centre of a forest. The rooms of the house were empty, minus our bedrooms which each contained a double bed. All walls were white.

One night i lay in my double bed but couldnt sleep. The atmosphere of the place was suffocating me, i knew i had to get out. If i dont move now, someone will get me. I sat up in bed, and was about to climb out, when my door opened slowly with a creak. Standing tall (a lot taller than usual) in the doorway, was my ex. He folded his arms and said "well well"...

I back into the wall. "What do you want? You shouldnt be here."

"You know what i want"

He walked to the bed, grabbed me, pushed me down. I tried to scream but no sound left my mouth. He ripped off my clothes as i thought "I never wanted this"

Then suddenly the door burst open, the light came on, and two rottweillers bounded into the room. They lept to the bed, grabbed my ex by his throat and dragged him away. As they left, trailing my ex along the floor, I heard a male voice say calmly--"You'll always be protected."

 

I stood alone in the middle of stacks of paper. Hundreds, thousands of sheets of the stuff. On each sheet of paper were typed the words "SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE."

I wondered Is this a dream?...

The reply came from above me, a genderless, robotic voice. "Yes. Youre living in a dream...and all this work is still to be done."

I looked at the stacks surrounding me, felt a terrible, overwhelming sadness wash over me, then i screamed until my throat hurt--"Its Neptune's fault. Tell them mum, its Neptune's fault!" I kicked and puched until my limbs hurt too, and the papers fell to the floor and over my head. Then, after all the pieces had fallen, they melted into the ground like snow. Disappeared. The floor was green and fresh grass grew, and the sun shone above me.

"Oh wow", I thought..." i did it"

 

I'm living alone in the forest, stealing scraps of food from bins at night time to feed myself and sleeping in an abandoned dog basket. I live next to a farmhouse (which is where I'm stealing the food from) and I watch the activity in the house through the windows every day for entertainment.

Living in the stone building are 3 young men (in their 20's) and an older man (50's or 60's) Each day these men walk past me in the forest, but never usually see me. I duck down and hide. But one day two of the younger men pass, and im curious about where theyre going. I could follow them. If they see me ill just explain about how im homeless and cold and hungry, and maybe theyll even help me.

I follow for 3 or 4 minutes when something catches my eye. A white sign stuck to a tree, with a picture of someone in the middle. I decide to take a look and catch up with the men. As i get closer, i see that...

Yes, it IS me...the picture is of me. My hair is bleached blonde and im smiling. Above me are printed the words-

WANTED FOR MURDER

My God...is that why im here? Im on the run? Who did i kill?

Before i can think anymore I sense someone coming at me from behind. One of the young men covers my mouth with his hand, pushes me against the tree. The other speaks from the side of me in a london accent-

"We know who you are. And if you dont do exactly as we say well either kill you or go to the police. The choice is ours. I personally would prefer to kill you."

He rapes me by that tree(or does he? I dont seem to struggle or protest, but then he's very strong, and there are two of them. All i know is that this is not what i want.) then they leave me sitting half naked in the mud, and it begins to rain heavily.

As i wake i hear the words "It was just a cauchemar...just a cauchemar"

 

I woke up one morning and looked out of my window, to see that my elderly neighbour had acquired two brown ponies overnight. They were standing on the lawn of her front garden, and were thin and looking wary.

"Mum, just look next door. Have you seen? We need to either confront that woman or tell someone. Those ponies look unwell."

"Just leave it. You have much more important things to bother about right now."

...

I was then suddenly in a different room, not with my mother, but with a friend. She was talking about the new house she was buying...

"So when are you and the boyfriend buying your Parisian flat then? I decided to settle here, because its convenient and im still single. And then theres insurance to consider, and bills and jobs and..."

What IS this girl on about? Why doesnt she shut up? None of this is important.

"Hmm", i replied, "Yeah well probably set up in May." I remember when we were both small children "Say, have you seen those poor ponies on my neighbours lawn?"

"Uhm, what? No, sorry....hey look i have to go"

I was then back in my bedroom, looking out through the window. The ponies were still there, but now shared their lawnspace with two small blonde girls, who were trying to climb up onto their backs, and feeding them carrots.

 

My boyfriend and i walked hand in hand through a shopping centre, when we came to an empty escalator. The shop wasnt very busy, and the walls were all painted bright white.

My boyfriend stopped, turned to me, and said gently- "Hey, shall we make love on the escalator?" (He doesnt usually speak English, but my dreams often seem to turn him into a Brit.)

"We cant in public baby!"

"Come on, it'll be fun"

I stepped onto one of the moving steps, and he followed, but then either time or just the escalator sped up, and we were both at the top.

"Thank you" he said, and walked on ahead of me.

"Hey, where are you going? What happened back there? Come back..."
As he faded into the distance, a hand grabbed me from behind. It was my mother. She looked rushed and angry.

"He hasnt told you, has he? I cant even believe it he hasnt told you!"

"Huh? Told me what?"

The next thing i knew me, him and my mother were sitting cross-legged together on the floor of a very tiny room (presumably in the same shop. The walls were the same brilliant white.)

"Tell her. Just tell her!" My mum looked disdainfully at my boyfriend, who sat with his head held in shame. I wanted to put my arm around him...he looked sad.

"I dont want to. It doesnt matter now."

I was woken by my boyfriend shaking me, whispering in his best franglais accent-come on, réveille you...must take l'avion dans 3 heures

His words were mixed with those of a voice from my own mind- The men, the men...it doesnt matter now.

 

I was sleeping in a double bed, next to a female friend of mine, when i was woken. She was stroking my body.

What the HELL!?

"I...i thought youd like it" she stammers, quickly moving her hand and withdrawing to the far side of the bed.
"But...i love my boyfriend-insert friends name here-Theres NO WAY that could happen. I dont even want it to. Im straight!"
I get out of bed, walk to the window and open a curtain. I am just beginning to realise i actually have no idea where we are. Outside lies a field. A field of golden sunflowers. Its dawn.

Where ARE we?

I pile up my clothes and leave the room, run down some stairs and come to a large oak wood door. Im just about to open it when...
"What are you doing? Where are you going? At this hour?"
I turn to see a fat lady, black hair, dark eyes. Her accent switches from welsh to french with every other word, or so it seems.
"I...im leaving. If thats ok."
"Hein? I dont understand you girl. What did you say?"
"I said im leaving. To leave. To go."
"What on Earth are you doing? What language is that?"
"Im speaking English...why dont you understand me?"

The last words echo as i wake...im speaking English...why dont you understand me?

 

My family, which translates as me, my mother and my brother, were trapped on an island with a random group of people, like on Lost. It was a different group of people though, which included a few dodgy looking guys in their 50s, with eye patches, a young man with a red hat, and a little boy.

Various attempts had already been made to escape the island. Men had swam out into the ocean, but found the water far from the island was ice cold and dangerously deep, and there wasnt a boat or another island in sight. There were no trees or a freshwater lake on this island. It was just a little mound of sand. A means of escape was vital.
The only other possibility was...that hole in the ground. It had been there since we arrived, like the entrance to a cellar, with steps leading downwards into the darkness. The only trouble with that was, some of our men had already descended...and never ascended again.

"Ok, look well have to go down. People, my family are going down the hole. Wish us luck." my mother announced, as me and my brother looked wary.

The descent was long, and seemed to take forever. There was a moment where i believed it may have led all the way to the Earths core...but finally, the steps ended, and we faced a door. It opened out into a dimly lit dungeon, empty...except, whats this? Computers! 3 of them lined up...just waiting for us.

You have email in your hotmail inbox each screen flashed. I was the first to click, and read...
"By opening the door to this dungeon, you have each elected to end your mortal lives as ordinary human beings. You are now slaves for the German army, and will carry out suicide missions in turn."

What the...

Attempts to open the door again revealed we were infact locked in...trapped. The door was solid iron, and thick. A search of the little dungeon revealed that we would die in the next 5 minutes. The place was wired with bombs.

My God, i need to save the others. Please, let me save them...i wished as hard as i could...and suddenly, i was back on the island, with the group. My mum and brother were nowhere to be seen. I rushed to the man in a red hat, and the little boy...

"Whatever you do...DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR at the bottom of the hole. Listen to me. Do you hear? Dont let the little boy, either."
The mans eyes met mine. They were a beautiful shade of brown, deep, chocolate.
"Ok, i wont. I believe you Maxi. I trust you."

You saved them! a voice said cheerfully, as i woke up.