In one I am inside this strange mansion where everything besides the walls is chocolate, and as I walk through the rooms a person joins me and leads me to a room where he says the best chocolate in the world is.  And then right before I take a bite out of the chocolate in that room i wake up.  (Before you say anything I am not fat)

In another I am a swordsman in leather armor battling another in black steel armor in a giant castle.  What is strange about this dream is that every single detail down to the corners of the hallways is exactly the same during ever repeat.

And in one more I am going to jail for a crime I didn't commit (I don't know what the crime is but I know I didn't do it).  My family comes to visit me a few times.  At first they are sad that I am there but as they continue to visit they get happier and happier until a point where they are glad that I am no longer there and stop visiting all together.  then I am all alone.  During this dream I normally wake up crying multiple times during the night and then fall back to sleep to continue where I left off.  I normally never cry, but this dream seems so real, the loneliness is overwhelming.

What are some of yours?

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Now the old king is dead
Long live the king.

Anyway, I have dreams like that a lot, I cant think of any right now though... I should write them down next time... but i remember i'm getting use to them like scary dreams just aren't scary anymore

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I drink liquor to forget you,
I drink beer to remember you,
I drink them together to dream about you.

I'm running away from some sort of massacre in a barron environment (the kind of environment you see in the Canaries, like in Lanzarote). I can hear the screams and cries of people behind as they are slaughtered. I end up running through a sandy area by a cliff face filled with fear, but then trip over a dead body. As I look at it, I feel a sense of hopelessness and somehow responsible for everything that has happened, almost as though it was within my power to stop the genocide. I feel as though everything is lost and all of a sudden, I am no longer afraid of death. The weird thing is the body isn't human... neither am I, neither are the people executing us. After that, the dream ends...

Not exactly the kind of thing someone wants to dream about. I wish I didn't, but I do and it seems so real.

Post edited at 9:53 pm on Aug. 10, 2008 by Anonymous