Sunday, May 31, 2009
words can not totatly describe this
So I had a couple of dreams over the night during what is becoming a regularly bad pattern of sleep. The first one and part of the second dream happened before I woke up around 5 am. I was up until around 6:30 obsessing on something before going back to bed where the second dream picked back up until I woke up about 15 minutes ago. The second dream is really the most disturbing but I'll put them both out there as best as I can recall.
Dream 1. There is some damage at the house of girl I had been seeing. It appeared to be ceiling damage which I had not had any impact on creating, but I became involved with fixing. It was a bit beyond my capability but I gave it a go. Along the way there was an accident and what had been started became damaged. Again, not sure if was at fault but I snuck in to refix it. It appears as if I was doing a good job as I recall commenting that was doing much better as a result of the first time's practice. I'm in some crawl space fixing something with plaster or getting something ready for paint when I hear somebody talking with the girl I was seeing about redoing the kitchen with a professional. I said something to this somebody about how I did that and it cost like 30k. This somebody ask the girl I'm seeing about this, she ignores it, and they continue talking.
I then started off the second dream, but I woke up woke up with the first dream still in focus in my head so I tried to figure out who this somebody was and pulled up facebook and finally found out who it was (it was her roommate). Unfortunately that led to over an hour of obsessing over a post on that persons' facebook profile for a while before forcing myself to sleep.
Dream 2. I've had this experience where I pick up dreams that had started before whether it was in earlier in the night's sleep (like todays) or days later. I don't recall exactly where things broke off, but it started with me seeing a car for sale. It matched exactly to a picture I had of a car (I'm assuming it is a car my dad had from his youth that he had painted refrigerator white). So I thought I'd borrow the car and take it to my dad's old house which was nearby. I walked to the car and the keys were there but there was nobody in the house so I took it for a ride around the block to my dad's old place and snapped the picture from across the street. I then noticed an open garage door around the corner of somebody I thought knew my family (or was it a shed, either way I had to walk around the corner to get there) so I headed that way. Turns out it was a family friend and we chatted for a few minutes, talked about the car, then I noticed some police sirens. I was a little scared but figured I had to clear things up.
As I walk towards the police, I have the picture out and say I can explain. I'm enveloped by a pack of cops who take me a bit roughly towards the house with the car. I see the owner of the house coming out and I'm saying all the while that I took the car that it was my issue exclusively. Next thing I know I'm being taken to the basement of the house where a variety of small balls are laying around the floor. I get tied up in such a way that my arms are tied but can have pressure applied to me. They start asking me a series of questions about the car but all I know is the truth. The pain is excruciating as they have somebody kneeing me in the back while yanking on my arms, eventually I pass out but (un)conveniently for me I was viewing this as third person (maybe the whole part or maybe just this part, not sure). I think the balls on the floor allowed them to get more pressure but what do I know about the subtleties of torture.
I wake to see the even more terrified home owner getting tied up. I tell them that they're making a terrible mistake and say that he had nothing to do with this. They set him up in a similar position but the restraints were not set totally set with him. They then began applying the pressure to him as I heard things pop, bones or joints I did not know, but I did know that the home owner resisted fiercely and somehow got his head beneath one of the loose straps. The police were just enjoying the torture and didn't notice that his neck was beneath as they continued to yank on his arms like a rag doll. His neck and mouth were underneath the restraints and I could see his face flapping for air as they pulled. I screamed out and they finally noticed they were killing him. The flap that was covering his face was removed just in time for me to see him convulse to death. I had skirted myself against a wall and found myself out of my bonds. The police were all shocked by this and there was talk about what to do with me. I think they were contemplating letting me go and this is about when I woke up; maybe on a good note.
So, what the fuck is wrong with me?!
Dream 1. There is some damage at the house of girl I had been seeing. It appeared to be ceiling damage which I had not had any impact on creating, but I became involved with fixing. It was a bit beyond my capability but I gave it a go. Along the way there was an accident and what had been started became damaged. Again, not sure if was at fault but I snuck in to refix it. It appears as if I was doing a good job as I recall commenting that was doing much better as a result of the first time's practice. I'm in some crawl space fixing something with plaster or getting something ready for paint when I hear somebody talking with the girl I was seeing about redoing the kitchen with a professional. I said something to this somebody about how I did that and it cost like 30k. This somebody ask the girl I'm seeing about this, she ignores it, and they continue talking.
I then started off the second dream, but I woke up woke up with the first dream still in focus in my head so I tried to figure out who this somebody was and pulled up facebook and finally found out who it was (it was her roommate). Unfortunately that led to over an hour of obsessing over a post on that persons' facebook profile for a while before forcing myself to sleep.
Dream 2. I've had this experience where I pick up dreams that had started before whether it was in earlier in the night's sleep (like todays) or days later. I don't recall exactly where things broke off, but it started with me seeing a car for sale. It matched exactly to a picture I had of a car (I'm assuming it is a car my dad had from his youth that he had painted refrigerator white). So I thought I'd borrow the car and take it to my dad's old house which was nearby. I walked to the car and the keys were there but there was nobody in the house so I took it for a ride around the block to my dad's old place and snapped the picture from across the street. I then noticed an open garage door around the corner of somebody I thought knew my family (or was it a shed, either way I had to walk around the corner to get there) so I headed that way. Turns out it was a family friend and we chatted for a few minutes, talked about the car, then I noticed some police sirens. I was a little scared but figured I had to clear things up.
As I walk towards the police, I have the picture out and say I can explain. I'm enveloped by a pack of cops who take me a bit roughly towards the house with the car. I see the owner of the house coming out and I'm saying all the while that I took the car that it was my issue exclusively. Next thing I know I'm being taken to the basement of the house where a variety of small balls are laying around the floor. I get tied up in such a way that my arms are tied but can have pressure applied to me. They start asking me a series of questions about the car but all I know is the truth. The pain is excruciating as they have somebody kneeing me in the back while yanking on my arms, eventually I pass out but (un)conveniently for me I was viewing this as third person (maybe the whole part or maybe just this part, not sure). I think the balls on the floor allowed them to get more pressure but what do I know about the subtleties of torture.
I wake to see the even more terrified home owner getting tied up. I tell them that they're making a terrible mistake and say that he had nothing to do with this. They set him up in a similar position but the restraints were not set totally set with him. They then began applying the pressure to him as I heard things pop, bones or joints I did not know, but I did know that the home owner resisted fiercely and somehow got his head beneath one of the loose straps. The police were just enjoying the torture and didn't notice that his neck was beneath as they continued to yank on his arms like a rag doll. His neck and mouth were underneath the restraints and I could see his face flapping for air as they pulled. I screamed out and they finally noticed they were killing him. The flap that was covering his face was removed just in time for me to see him convulse to death. I had skirted myself against a wall and found myself out of my bonds. The police were all shocked by this and there was talk about what to do with me. I think they were contemplating letting me go and this is about when I woke up; maybe on a good note.
So, what the fuck is wrong with me?!
Labels: dreams, near-death, sleep
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