In front of me stood a pastry shop. I distinctly remember having only two dollars. I walked inside and browsed around. The clerk asked me what I wanted, I simply told her to make a cake. She took out a contract and told me to sign my name. Without reading it I signed my name and address. Smiling, She made the cake and asked for one hundred dollars. I was shocked at the price, without hesitating I ran out the store. Police officers ran out after me.
I was standing in a massive cave. Its floors where very mossy and flooded with a greenish water. I seemed to be posing as some kind of rogue military unit. My clothing was battered and clammy. I was armed with a crescent blade and was battling a white figure covered in black tattoos. I had friends with me but paid them no attention. Eventually I killed the figured, before he died he made an attempt to convert one of my friends with a dark green magic. My friend screamed as his body developed the same kind of tattoo�s. Seeing him as an enemy, I quickly killed him with a coup de grace with my blade. He died, his friend was outrage that I would do such a thing � I killed him too. From the outer walls appeared peasants and low class civilians. They too where covered in tattoo�s, they walked like zombies. Seeing them as threats that needed to be eliminated, I backed into a wall and valiantly killed all of them. A boy, the only survivor left, asked me to protect him from the monster that lived in the cave. At that same moment, a shadow appeared from beneath the kids legs, I realized that the monster was a snake and it would strike from beneath. I picked the kid up by the collar and through him against a wall. Apparently I had underestimated my own strength, upon contact with the wall, his head exploded� I winced at the mistake. Narrowly dodging the snakes attack I slashed at its scales. It screamed and fled back into the water. I jumped after it and through the murky water I could only see its red eyes glaring at me, It rapped its coils around me and we struggled�
� I thought I had woken from my dream, but in fact I was still dreaming! I was laying in bed, alone inside my trailer. It was early morning, I could see a very large white spider on the ceiling. It was spinning a silver web. Nearby was a much smaller black spider. It was trying to spin its own web but would get nervous and stop. The white spider grabbed the black one and humiliatingly wrapped it in the black spiders own web. With massive fangs it drained the black spider of its blood, the spider screamed in agony�
� While watching the spiders rival, I fell back asleep � Still dreaming the entire time. A massive green baseball field was in front of me. I was in a prison compound that looked to have been converted from a very large high school. It had all of the looks of a normal high school except that everything was barred shut and the field and property was surrounded by a massive 12 foot metal fence, barbed wire stood at the top. Large black dogs with mangled faces paced a few feet beside the fences. If anybody even tried to escape, they would be torn to pieces. Many people my age had been lined up against the fence. I recognized most of them as my peers. They chatted and laughed as they would during a normal school day. I was wearing a Japanese trench coat and I stood outside of the line. I just stood there, trying to formulate a plan on what I wanted to do next. A friend of mine, Nikki, was also standing in line. I walked over to her and tried to communicate. Every time I said something I would stammer or my words would slur. I was becoming agitated at my inability to speak, she smiled and tried to pretend that she didn�t notice. Eventually she walked into me and turned around. My arms automatically went up around her (As if we had done this many times before) my left arm went around her waist and my right went higher, around her breasts. She laughed� the dream ended.
Only Certain elements of this dream can I identify. First, I have a big issue with authority. My family had issues, mental illness shows itself on both sides of my gene pool. Controlling my anger has always met a lot to me. But on the other hand, I hate police officers, I hate anybody who tries to make the slightest suggestions of what I should do. I see it as a threat. These two things conflict, My ego, Super ego, and Id don�t seem to get along very well. The colors black and white� I am an Ex-Christian. I gave up on that religion after years of studying diligently. Everybody associates colors with certain lines of thought. For example: Ask somebody violent (Or somebody who has been physically victimized) and ask them what red means. Blood may come to mind. On the other hand, somebody else might think of a rose. White to me, represents an authoritative god, or just authority in general. Black is the outcast, the smaller minority fighting outside influences and also fighting within its own ranks. Like the small black spider, being wrapped in its own web. As for the thing with Nikki, I don�t understand� I have never thought about her in that kind of way� Odd. If I had to explain this dream to somebody with a single word, I would say, � Anxiety.� A saying comes to my mind, � Life is a fragile puppy.� That probably doesn�t sound like much to a casual reader, but if you had known the person who said it, It would disturb you as much as it disturbs me.
((This dream I had after me and a friend went into the mountains to search for mushrooms. We got so preoccupied that it became an all day event. We ate out findings when we finished, but were worried cause we didn't know enough about it and probably never should have been their in the first place!)) For hours we walked in the thick underbrush of woods. We would often find strange mushrooms over three feet in length. They had an assortment of colors and textures - we picked them all! Finally coming to the edge of the forest and outreaches of the little town that we lived in, My friend said, " Are you sure these are the right ones?" I picked up a big red one with black dots on it and responded, " Of course! Just try it and you'll be fine." So he did, and almost instantly started tripping hard. He wigged out and ran into town, as he passed trees, houses, or people he would punch or kick anything within reach of him. I followed as best I could, worried that something bad was going to happen. He went all the way to my house and approached my car. For a while he just stood stairing at it as if he was hypnotized. Seeing a chance to cache me breath, I sat down on the ground and put my hands into the pockets of my coat. A black and grey mushroom smeared itself onto my fingers and soaked through my skin. My friend broke out of his trance and picked up a massive boulder-like rock. Thinking that he was going to crush my car with it, I pulled a shotgun out of nowhere and blew his face out with it, The rock fell out of his hands and doubled in size. It crushed us both.... ((Just another 'normal' dream. Dont worry, Im sure I can laugh this off someday... with a psychiatrist!))