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Quote: from Oceanborn at 12:48 am on July 20, 2012

Quote: from 010 at 7:34 am on July 19, 2012
Quote: from Oceanborn at 4:34 pm on July 17, 2012
Yeah! The emotions and everything feel scary real! Once you're fully awake and functioning, it's not so scary, and you realize it's not real and probably could never happen like that...but while you're dreaming and right when you wake up, it feels so real and scary and fucked up...so while the circumstances aren't real, the fears and emotions ARE.
I'd had some hella fucked up dreams recently as well...terrifying whilst dreaming about it and right after waking, but thinking about it now, I realize it's ridiculous.
One was about my grandpa dying and being buried in some weird Indian burial ground (think some Pet Semetary shit) and coming back and trying to kill me, my mom (his daughter) and the family that lives with him...and I remember him chasing me, and I had already hidden everybody else and in order for them to stay safe, I had to give myself away, and run and hope he chased after me, so they'd be safe...and I remember taking my mom's keys to her Honda Civic and thinking to myself "OMFG! I CAN'T DRIVE BUT I HAVE TO OR I WILL DIE AND HE'LL EAT MY FACE AND HE'LL EAT MY FAMILY!!!! FVBBJGHVBJHGEVBJGHBJHG" and I drove into a big ass freeway, and I took a wrong turn, crashed into another car (and my undead grandpa, who was, like, flying after me) spectacularly and mom's new Civic was absolutely annihilated in the crash, and while I was okay, the car was toast and I was all like, "NOOOOOO! GRANDPA WON'T KILL ME NOW, BUT MY MOM WILL!!!!" and then I woke up, all freaked out, but now that I'm recalling it, I'm laughing my ass off, because that's some trippy ass shit right there...
The one that still freaks me out thinking about it even now, it the one where I was with my mom, and there was a huge rainstorm, and we got lost while driving and we stopped for directions and some psycho freak started hitting on me, and I turned him down, because I kept getting a fucked up vibe from him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and started getting almost violently grabby and my mom got mad and told him to back the fuck off, so he goes after her and she screamed at me to go run and get help and hide, so I called 911 and hid, like she told me to.
The first part that made me want to cry was the part where after hiding and waiting for help, I venture out to look for my mom, and I'm standing in the middle of the parking lot in the pouring rain and utter dreary darkness of the night, crying and screaming for my mom and waiting for the police, and just praying for her to be okay.
The worst part that made me want to scream and never stop was when I was with the cops, after the rainstorm in the early hours of morning with a flashlight looking for my mom, and we enter this mini orchard, greenhouse type place with all these planters and we find the mangled, disemboweled, nearly unrecognizable body of my mom, and I remember the absolute horror, helpless hopelessness, despair, rage and soul-searing agony of that moment, all I could do in the dream was crumple into a heap in the mud and just cry, calling for my mom, begging for her to be okay, even though, I know, in my mind and heart that no one could survive the injuries she had on her, while my whole soul and spirit just screamed. And I remember thinking, "I will KILL the person who did this! I don't CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES, I WILL MAKE HIM SUFFER!!!!!"
Yeah...I woke up pretty fucking shaken and even now, typing it out, I still feel disturbed and shaken. *shudders*
:hug: that second dream is just like one i had a few months ago but it was in a hospital setting
i don't like when they become a real serious scenario like that
:hug: are your dreams vivid regularly?
It depends...the ones I remember usually are, and the ones that I don't remember probably weren't vivid enough or something...
Sometimes vivid dreams can be a good thing as a few of my less fucked up dreams have served as a sort of inspiration and muse to some of my best creative writing endeavors (one of the ones inspired by a dream is on wattpadd...and I need to update it! >_<), but because of the vividness, the nightmares are, well...a fucking nightmare. hah.
I remember a few years back I had a really bad one that I woke up crying from...in it, I dreamt that my little sister was never born (apparently, in that dream, my mom miscarried the pregnancy) and I remember everyone in my dream kept telling me all placating-like, "No, Reggie, you never had a little sister. Your mom miscarried towards the end of the pregnancy." and I was freaking out, and I kept insisting, "NO! I have a little sister! Her name is Lizzie, I prayed for her, and I got her! She was born in April. I remember her! I have memories of growing up with her! I know I have a little sister!!!!"
And I remember being determined in that dream and thinking, "I have a little sister, no matter what anyone says! And I'm gonna find her no matter how long it takes!" and I woke up when I had decided to actually go searching for her...
I woke up in tears, I was so distressed.
Ironically enough, the nightmares that terrify me the most are the ones where something happens to someone I love...I've had nightmares where I've been raped, or almost eaten by a zombie grandpa, etc, but those I can shake off easily enough when morning breaks and I've awoken. But the ones that still haunt me, even in the light of day are the ones where someone I love has been killed, or lost or taken away from me in some way. Those horrify me.
Hell, even the simple thought or idea of the death or injury (or abduction, because I have two twelve year old nephews and a thirteen year old younger sister, who I often worry about) of a member of my immediate family is enough to upset me.

My family all drive me batshit insane sometimes, but I love all eight members of them (blood related or not) with a passionate fierceness that almost hurts. I'd claw the motherfucking eyes out of anyone who dared to even think of hurting any one of them. No, forget the clawing, I'd fucking murder them if they harmed a family member badly enough. I'd die for any one of them (or all of them) if I had to.

d'awh my god

it's because there could be a certain reality to those kinds of dreams i think,
it's the kind of thing that you hear about happening in the news to other people so often that occasionally you can imagine that it happens to one of your own and it's hard not to let that hurt emotionally

much of the time when i start to notice my dreams heading in that direction I wake up but it's very rare for it to carry on going and then ruin my morning

and i love the love you have for your family, it's so sweet
i'd feel the same way for my mother, father and auntie (or her kids)
I don't have much family to get attached to

Quote: from 010 at 7:43 am on July 20, 2012

Quote: from Oceanborn at 12:48 am on July 20, 2012
Quote: from 010 at 7:34 am on July 19, 2012
Quote: from Oceanborn at 4:34 pm on July 17, 2012
Yeah! The emotions and everything feel scary real! Once you're fully awake and functioning, it's not so scary, and you realize it's not real and probably could never happen like that...but while you're dreaming and right when you wake up, it feels so real and scary and fucked up...so while the circumstances aren't real, the fears and emotions ARE.
I'd had some hella fucked up dreams recently as well...terrifying whilst dreaming about it and right after waking, but thinking about it now, I realize it's ridiculous.
One was about my grandpa dying and being buried in some weird Indian burial ground (think some Pet Semetary shit) and coming back and trying to kill me, my mom (his daughter) and the family that lives with him...and I remember him chasing me, and I had already hidden everybody else and in order for them to stay safe, I had to give myself away, and run and hope he chased after me, so they'd be safe...and I remember taking my mom's keys to her Honda Civic and thinking to myself "OMFG! I CAN'T DRIVE BUT I HAVE TO OR I WILL DIE AND HE'LL EAT MY FACE AND HE'LL EAT MY FAMILY!!!! FVBBJGHVBJHGEVBJGHBJHG" and I drove into a big ass freeway, and I took a wrong turn, crashed into another car (and my undead grandpa, who was, like, flying after me) spectacularly and mom's new Civic was absolutely annihilated in the crash, and while I was okay, the car was toast and I was all like, "NOOOOOO! GRANDPA WON'T KILL ME NOW, BUT MY MOM WILL!!!!" and then I woke up, all freaked out, but now that I'm recalling it, I'm laughing my ass off, because that's some trippy ass shit right there...
The one that still freaks me out thinking about it even now, it the one where I was with my mom, and there was a huge rainstorm, and we got lost while driving and we stopped for directions and some psycho freak started hitting on me, and I turned him down, because I kept getting a fucked up vibe from him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and started getting almost violently grabby and my mom got mad and told him to back the fuck off, so he goes after her and she screamed at me to go run and get help and hide, so I called 911 and hid, like she told me to.
The first part that made me want to cry was the part where after hiding and waiting for help, I venture out to look for my mom, and I'm standing in the middle of the parking lot in the pouring rain and utter dreary darkness of the night, crying and screaming for my mom and waiting for the police, and just praying for her to be okay.
The worst part that made me want to scream and never stop was when I was with the cops, after the rainstorm in the early hours of morning with a flashlight looking for my mom, and we enter this mini orchard, greenhouse type place with all these planters and we find the mangled, disemboweled, nearly unrecognizable body of my mom, and I remember the absolute horror, helpless hopelessness, despair, rage and soul-searing agony of that moment, all I could do in the dream was crumple into a heap in the mud and just cry, calling for my mom, begging for her to be okay, even though, I know, in my mind and heart that no one could survive the injuries she had on her, while my whole soul and spirit just screamed. And I remember thinking, "I will KILL the person who did this! I don't CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES, I WILL MAKE HIM SUFFER!!!!!"
Yeah...I woke up pretty fucking shaken and even now, typing it out, I still feel disturbed and shaken. *shudders*
:hug: that second dream is just like one i had a few months ago but it was in a hospital setting
i don't like when they become a real serious scenario like that
:hug: are your dreams vivid regularly?
It depends...the ones I remember usually are, and the ones that I don't remember probably weren't vivid enough or something...
Sometimes vivid dreams can be a good thing as a few of my less fucked up dreams have served as a sort of inspiration and muse to some of my best creative writing endeavors (one of the ones inspired by a dream is on wattpadd...and I need to update it! >_<), but because of the vividness, the nightmares are, well...a fucking nightmare. hah.
I remember a few years back I had a really bad one that I woke up crying from...in it, I dreamt that my little sister was never born (apparently, in that dream, my mom miscarried the pregnancy) and I remember everyone in my dream kept telling me all placating-like, "No, Reggie, you never had a little sister. Your mom miscarried towards the end of the pregnancy." and I was freaking out, and I kept insisting, "NO! I have a little sister! Her name is Lizzie, I prayed for her, and I got her! She was born in April. I remember her! I have memories of growing up with her! I know I have a little sister!!!!"
And I remember being determined in that dream and thinking, "I have a little sister, no matter what anyone says! And I'm gonna find her no matter how long it takes!" and I woke up when I had decided to actually go searching for her...
I woke up in tears, I was so distressed.
Ironically enough, the nightmares that terrify me the most are the ones where something happens to someone I love...I've had nightmares where I've been raped, or almost eaten by a zombie grandpa, etc, but those I can shake off easily enough when morning breaks and I've awoken. But the ones that still haunt me, even in the light of day are the ones where someone I love has been killed, or lost or taken away from me in some way. Those horrify me.
Hell, even the simple thought or idea of the death or injury (or abduction, because I have two twelve year old nephews and a thirteen year old younger sister, who I often worry about) of a member of my immediate family is enough to upset me.

My family all drive me batshit insane sometimes, but I love all eight members of them (blood related or not) with a passionate fierceness that almost hurts. I'd claw the motherfucking eyes out of anyone who dared to even think of hurting any one of them. No, forget the clawing, I'd fucking murder them if they harmed a family member badly enough. I'd die for any one of them (or all of them) if I had to.
d'awh my god
it's because there could be a certain reality to those kinds of dreams i think,
it's the kind of thing that you hear about happening in the news to other people so often that occasionally you can imagine that it happens to one of your own and it's hard not to let that hurt emotionally
much of the time when i start to notice my dreams heading in that direction I wake up but it's very rare for it to carry on going and then ruin my morning
and i love the love you have for your family, it's so sweet
i'd feel the same way for my mother, father and auntie (or her kids)
I don't have much family to get attached to

Heh, yeah...I love my family because out of the 7.5 billion people inhabiting this planet, they are the ONLY ones who know me best, and who have been and will be consistent presences in my life.

They've known and loved me through everything that has been, good and bad. And they are the only ones who will still be there until the very end, no matter how much of a tosser I might act like every now and then.

They're my everything! They are all irreplaceable, precious, and priceless to me. They are so loved and treasured and so important to me, that it's like my heart is divided into eight vital pieces that my very survival depends on. If I lost any one of them, I'd probably lose a whole piece of my heart. If, God forbid, I lost all of them...well...I think I'd *actually* die, seeing as no person can live without their heart.

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"Passion tide, an angel by my side...but no Christ to end this war
to deliver my soul from the sword.
Hope, has shown me a scenery; paradise, poetry...
with first snow I'll be gone..."

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