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Well, I didn't want to threadjuck the thing about lucid dreaming, so I'm making my own thread.
It is about strange stories You've dreamed about.
Some mine;
-I was in my home, and there was a mass murder thing going around, killing my neighbours. Eventually I realised that this murderer is me and I didn't know whether I should run away, kill myself all give myself in to the police.
Fortunatelly I woke up before I could dream something even more unpleasant.
-I was walking near a little stadium in my city, and some guy guided me and someone other to a forest that doesn't lie there at all. In the forest, we were observed by hungreds and hungreds of black cats, who followed us. Eventually we got to a sort of a cottage; inside, the cats started attacking us. Lots lots of black cats jumping at us. But somehow we finally won and of the mountain of black cats, three old women loomed out. The cats disappeared. They (the three women) weren't talking to us, and were ashamed. Perhaps because they attacked us, or perhapsbecause they failed killing us. They had a lot of riches, and in fact I liked it so much (there were golden sabres and stuff) that I wanted to take some as we walked out, but the women seemed sad about it, so I put it back in place and as we walked out, we got to a road that lead us back to my city.
--It was in my city. Some sort of plague started, people were dieing all around, and trying to escape the city.
I was also there and headed north with the crowd, but as I walked by the road in the forest, an car -an ambulance or whatever- stopped me and they forced me to help them putting the corpses in. I didn't have any appropriate dress for that and I knew I was infected by it and I will die anyway, so i just headed back to the city and walked through the main streat, empty of people but corpses.
You'd have to knew the topography of my city. The main streat is a very nice one, it has a lot of old nice buildings by it, a lot of shops and stuff, and in the middle of it, a stinking river flows. I got to that point, and there was something strange, I can not explain it, but there was no city on the other shore, and no bridge, just a rural area
-It was in the future it seems, humans were living - as in sf films - under glass bubbles, entire Earth covered with them. They used nuclear power, and there was some sort of accident and all this system started falling apart. There were masses of people trying to escape, with their things and animals on the road. I knew that this is hopeless, but as I had hardly anything better to do, I accompanied some farmer family. Eventually the Earth was destroyed.
-it was my future. All the people around me died and I was alone, living under some bridge in a tent of paper and trash. In the end, skin-heads came and killed me with baseball sticks.
It is about strange stories You've dreamed about.
Some mine;
-I was in my home, and there was a mass murder thing going around, killing my neighbours. Eventually I realised that this murderer is me and I didn't know whether I should run away, kill myself all give myself in to the police.
Fortunatelly I woke up before I could dream something even more unpleasant.
-I was walking near a little stadium in my city, and some guy guided me and someone other to a forest that doesn't lie there at all. In the forest, we were observed by hungreds and hungreds of black cats, who followed us. Eventually we got to a sort of a cottage; inside, the cats started attacking us. Lots lots of black cats jumping at us. But somehow we finally won and of the mountain of black cats, three old women loomed out. The cats disappeared. They (the three women) weren't talking to us, and were ashamed. Perhaps because they attacked us, or perhapsbecause they failed killing us. They had a lot of riches, and in fact I liked it so much (there were golden sabres and stuff) that I wanted to take some as we walked out, but the women seemed sad about it, so I put it back in place and as we walked out, we got to a road that lead us back to my city.
--It was in my city. Some sort of plague started, people were dieing all around, and trying to escape the city.
I was also there and headed north with the crowd, but as I walked by the road in the forest, an car -an ambulance or whatever- stopped me and they forced me to help them putting the corpses in. I didn't have any appropriate dress for that and I knew I was infected by it and I will die anyway, so i just headed back to the city and walked through the main streat, empty of people but corpses.
You'd have to knew the topography of my city. The main streat is a very nice one, it has a lot of old nice buildings by it, a lot of shops and stuff, and in the middle of it, a stinking river flows. I got to that point, and there was something strange, I can not explain it, but there was no city on the other shore, and no bridge, just a rural area
-It was in the future it seems, humans were living - as in sf films - under glass bubbles, entire Earth covered with them. They used nuclear power, and there was some sort of accident and all this system started falling apart. There were masses of people trying to escape, with their things and animals on the road. I knew that this is hopeless, but as I had hardly anything better to do, I accompanied some farmer family. Eventually the Earth was destroyed.
-it was my future. All the people around me died and I was alone, living under some bridge in a tent of paper and trash. In the end, skin-heads came and killed me with baseball sticks.
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