Account ColdOwl Date of post 6/5/2006
I never posted here before on this dream forum but I read many topics.
Anyway, here's what's been happening in this dream.
I'm running, then I fell down and pass out, I wake up.
I turned around in bed and saw a red skinned man, he doesn't have teeth just a hole where his mouth should be, his skin or whatever is on his body is slowly dripping off him.
It just looked at me and I it, then I wake up again and get up from bed and go to the bathroom.
In there, I hear voices that tell me I'm not anymore and start to yell like a nut job.
I wake up again, this time I skip going to the bathroom and head downstairs where I see my mother who is talking to me and then I run out of the room, like I'm heading to a friend's house. After I leave she started to laugh then kept saying at last, at last.
She turned to me looking by the door and ran towards me, but of cause I wake up again right before she catches me.
This time before I even turn to my mother I just open the front door and leave the house, it was light outside.
But after a few moments it became dark and the people that passed by and kids playing all started to wear paper bags over their heads, then they started to sing!
It sounded like white noise, they all appeared around me, I fell back as they all laughed, then I wake up one last time.
I go onto the computer and start to write about my dream, I'm not sure how long I have before I wake up again.
Thinking about it now, I think each dream isn't a dream at all but another place between this place and the next.
I won't ever stay for long in one place, but I did find a way to prolong my stay. it is to get readers to believe my tale. This belief allows me to take over the reader.
I never posted here before on this dream forum but I read many topics.
Anyway, here's what's been happening in this dream.
I'm running, then I fell down and pass out, I wake up.
I turned around in bed and saw a red skinned man, he doesn't have teeth just a hole where his mouth should be, his skin or whatever is on his body is slowly dripping off him.
It just looked at me and I it, then I wake up again and get up from bed and go to the bathroom.
In there, I hear voices that tell me I'm not anymore and start to yell like a nut job.
I wake up again, this time I skip going to the bathroom and head downstairs where I see my mother who is talking to me and then I run out of the room, like I'm heading to a friend's house. After I leave she started to laugh then kept saying at last, at last.
She turned to me looking by the door and ran towards me, but of cause I wake up again right before she catches me.
This time before I even turn to my mother I just open the front door and leave the house, it was light outside.
But after a few moments it became dark and the people that passed by and kids playing all started to wear paper bags over their heads, then they started to sing!
It sounded like white noise, they all appeared around me, I fell back as they all laughed, then I wake up one last time.
I go onto the computer and start to write about my dream, I'm not sure how long I have before I wake up again.
Thinking about it now, I think each dream isn't a dream at all but another place between this place and the next.
I won't ever stay for long in one place, but I did find a way to prolong my stay. it is to get readers to believe my tale. This belief allows me to take over the reader.