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My Most memorable Dreams |
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It might be interesting to know what other people dream about. Here are my dreams, though I don't know why you would want to know what I dream, but in case you do, my dreams are never good. I wake up in confusion, or in fear. As much as I never get a good dream, sometimes I really enjoy my nightmares. They make my sleep a bit more interesting. Here are some of my dreams (the colored articles). |
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I once had a dream that three people were in a train. One woman and two men. Wherever the train went followed a wall of dirt. They were planning to travel around the earth so that the world would be covered with dirt and everybody would die. I crawled through tunnels to escape the train. The last tunnel we went through led to a yellow airport. But the train broke through the wall. My mom is sitting in a rocking chair when the one woman, comes out of the train, and shoots her in the head. My sister Alicia goes to avenge her death by hurting the woman. But the man from the train punches her and kills her also. My other sister Bethany tries to get back at him, but the last man kicks her, and I'm not sure if she died or was seriously hurt. But I try to hurt him. He holds an electric shocking device in his hand on a long pole. Just when he's about to poke me with it, my dad punches him. My dad then grabs my hand and we run fom the airport along with a paniced crowd, leaving behind our dead family.
The freakiest part about this dream is that it even had a title: The Spain Train. |
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My one dream had me living in an apartment. I was in the bathroom, washing my hands, when all of a sudden blood started dripping from my nose. Then it was pouring like a waterfall. But as suddenly as it began, it stopped. I yelled over my shoulder to my mom and told her that my nose was just bleeding, and she told me that it was because my brother had turned the temperature on. |
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I had a dream where I was travelling to Ontario on a plane. Instead of flying over clouds and the earth, we flew over the moon. The plane was not like any other plane in real life. It was a big square open place. There was a nursery, a kitchen, and big glass windows on either sides. The pilot and the cock pit was also in the same room. Many of the little kids were playing around with little toys, such as blocks. When one child threw a block at the window. Everyone was afraid it would break, but it never. I was talking to the pilot, when a cow from the inside of the plane hit the window. The window shattered, and the air was sucked out of the plane (since we were in space). I quickly grabbed a water jug from the kitchen counter so I could breathe in it.
Then I woke up. |
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In my dream, it was just another ordinary day. Everything was going beautifully. The sky had plump clouds, and we were having fun flying around in a blimp. When out of the clouds came a flying saucer. We were chased down the deserted streets of my old town. The chase lasted for hours. And when the saucer "zapped us" there was a great flash and I again woke up.
The next night I had a smilar dream. Everything was going fine, when the flying saucer came out of the clouds again. This time everybody was packing up their cars and leaving town. We had all of our stuff packed up. When I looked out the window we saw the saucer vaporize the neighbors house, so we all jumped into the car. Instead of going through the garage the right way, we went through the wall and kept on driving. But the saucer was once again chasing us. We drove down a road that I had never seen before. In real life it was just a dead end. Like the previous night dream the saucer caught up with us (but only a chase of about 3 mintutes this time) and we were zapped again, resulting with me awaking at that very moment.
I think the explanation to these dreams might be the fact that I had watched Independence Day. If you haven't seen it, it's about aliens that try to take over the earth. |
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My next dream was in black and white. The whole dream was like a 1940's movie. The clothes as well. My dad and mom didn't even look like my parents. We were walking down an alley at night, when a gunshot rang from a little gun on the wall. We looked at where my dad had been shot, and it had only been his hat (which looked like a mafia gang hat). The bullet had gone clean straight through the hat, not injuring my dad at all. Then the scene changes where I'm in my house. Instead of a nice brand new house, it looks like it was still being built or renovated. There was only carpet, wooden frames, the outer walls, and plastic covering to protect the house. At the dinner table downstairs, which it should've been upstairs, sat 12 frankensteins. They were nice when I was their friend. I would sit and eat with them, but while I was eating I would somehow make them mad, and they would all gang up on me. Just about to hurt me, I would tell them that I was sorry and then we'd be friends again. But every dinner time I would make them mad all over again. And this happened for some time. But one time when I got them mad, they wouldn't accept my apology, so I hid in the closet so they wouldn't find me. But I could always hear them whispering about hurting me. There was no end to this dream. |
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This is a weird dream I had. My mom was sitting, with her friends in a church basement, drinking coffee. Everybody's head was bigger than their body, they all ooked really mean. My one mom's friend was eating spaghetti. When I went to show them something they started yelling at me to get lost. Around me was alot of my friends too, they were also acting very mean. I was going through a door when I accidentally cut my sister with my nail. She freaked out on me. She pointed her finger at me, and told me she had to scratch me now. So out of her finger popped out a 3 inch nail. .So she scratched me with it to be fair. It didn't hurt though. Everybody else was going upstairs, outside. I wanted to go, but there was no stairs only two poles (the ones that you hold so that you have a balance while going up the stairs) leading upstairs on the walls, where the stairs should be. That was the end of that dream. |
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My last dream that I'm going to talk about is about two men that chased me in alot of my dreams. These men wanted to give me a needle of some drugs. . Everytime they were about to give it to me I would somehow get away, even though they were holding my arm. They chased me through malls, streets, bars, everywhere. I ran down curved, crooked stairs, that was actually planet A. When I went down the stairs words flew by me to correspond with the planet. The words were Apple and Alligator. I ran through all the planets (Planet A, Planet B, and so on...). I never once grew tired, but whenever they were behind me, I would be trying to run as fast as I can (and in real life I am a fast runner). My running would be slowed down to a frozen walk. Every muscle would be hard to move, and I would be frozen still. That happens to me lots in my dreams (I think it means helplessness). Well anyways, so I was running all over the world to escape them. When I got home, I found that they had beaten me there. They were trying to feed my mom unknown pills. Actually they were feeding her pills she already had, except for they mixed everything all together in a drawer. Then the two men held me down and my arm, and were about to give me the needle of drugs when my dad came in, and literally beat them up.
I've had this dream a few times before and I always knew I was dreaming. When I learned I had the control of lucid dreaming (knowing you are awake in your dreams), I always tried to blink away my nightmares. Every dream I had was a nightmare. I sometimes got scared to sleep. My waking up technique only worked a few times. After a while I would stand there blinking over and over and nothing would happen, so I had no choice but to play the dream. |
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