Post by somnium on Jul 18, 2015 0:51:39 GMT -5
Here is a dream that speaks to me regarding my dream language.
It was interesting I was in a house with different people in it, and one of them I saw was a rapist who had murdered people in his past. As i watched him I could see that he wasn't even really such a bad guy but had the tendencies to perform these actions. Interesting position of observation. He began trying to lure me into a place where the other people weren't and could see his intent. Someone distracted me from his lure so i didn't need to reply to him, and so casually walked with the new person into the kitchen where I opened the drawer and found the exact knife I wanted in case I had to defend myself. I put it in my pocket and went into the bedroom with the killer and the guy I was with in the kitchen. In the bedroom was a child who somehow managed to get me to produce the knife, and the killer said defensively and accusingly with a slight a casualness "Why do have that?". But right away my gaze was on the knife in the hand of the child and it turned into a long flimsy saw used to cut gigantic trees, and imposed no danger to a human really. Right away the child started playing it like an instrument, and plucked the saw blade to make it sing, and then all the people in the room turned to children and started playing the instrument, surrounding it so I could not see it. Then they said "come sad see" and I approached them and they moved away to reveal the instrument turned into a bed with a man laying in it. I sat on the edge of the bed over the man, and saw he had no face. Just skin stretched over a smooth surface. Then i saw that he was dead, a corpse, and was a little disturbed at the image of the faceless death staring at me, which then reached both its arms up towards the children. I thought for sure that the children would be freaked and then as I thought that the children began recoiling, and I could see that they knew more then me about this dream, and as well were also playing along with its sequencing, and so their shock was an act. I myself was freaked out and began retreating to the door. The dead man's movements were not threatening in any way and was not moving to harm us, and I saw this, but the faceless death was rising up now out of the bed, and I don't know what's next, and so I run for the door. I am only aware of two of the children in the room and one runs out ahead of me, while the other is behind me faking that she is scared with a teasing grin on her face, playful. I shut the door on her locking her in the room, playing back, with the faceless death that may now be anything I think, and hear her yelling "let me out let me out!!" playing her role.
This tells me how I see death as an instrument you can play. It tells me of hidden fears regarding the potential of what death can become.. including living death. reached a level of lucidity where I could begin to control the dream people by controlling my judgments.
It was interesting I was in a house with different people in it, and one of them I saw was a rapist who had murdered people in his past. As i watched him I could see that he wasn't even really such a bad guy but had the tendencies to perform these actions. Interesting position of observation. He began trying to lure me into a place where the other people weren't and could see his intent. Someone distracted me from his lure so i didn't need to reply to him, and so casually walked with the new person into the kitchen where I opened the drawer and found the exact knife I wanted in case I had to defend myself. I put it in my pocket and went into the bedroom with the killer and the guy I was with in the kitchen. In the bedroom was a child who somehow managed to get me to produce the knife, and the killer said defensively and accusingly with a slight a casualness "Why do have that?". But right away my gaze was on the knife in the hand of the child and it turned into a long flimsy saw used to cut gigantic trees, and imposed no danger to a human really. Right away the child started playing it like an instrument, and plucked the saw blade to make it sing, and then all the people in the room turned to children and started playing the instrument, surrounding it so I could not see it. Then they said "come sad see" and I approached them and they moved away to reveal the instrument turned into a bed with a man laying in it. I sat on the edge of the bed over the man, and saw he had no face. Just skin stretched over a smooth surface. Then i saw that he was dead, a corpse, and was a little disturbed at the image of the faceless death staring at me, which then reached both its arms up towards the children. I thought for sure that the children would be freaked and then as I thought that the children began recoiling, and I could see that they knew more then me about this dream, and as well were also playing along with its sequencing, and so their shock was an act. I myself was freaked out and began retreating to the door. The dead man's movements were not threatening in any way and was not moving to harm us, and I saw this, but the faceless death was rising up now out of the bed, and I don't know what's next, and so I run for the door. I am only aware of two of the children in the room and one runs out ahead of me, while the other is behind me faking that she is scared with a teasing grin on her face, playful. I shut the door on her locking her in the room, playing back, with the faceless death that may now be anything I think, and hear her yelling "let me out let me out!!" playing her role.
This tells me how I see death as an instrument you can play. It tells me of hidden fears regarding the potential of what death can become.. including living death. reached a level of lucidity where I could begin to control the dream people by controlling my judgments.
