More musings while I wait on laundry to finish:
I've been having a lot of odd reoccuring dreams lately and not all of them that plesant. The frightening thing is that experience has taught me usually that my reoccuring dreams have meaning. I've had dreams where it's like they were litterally video of something that would happen to me (freaky!), others where they've been forewarnings of bad things to happen (Yeah, 9/11 was a bitch. Nothing like dreaming of plane crashes, smoke and buildings burning and not knowng wtf was up)
First off, the coolest one: It's small segments of what would be a longer dream... I'm with this woman and there's something just right about it, like nothing can go wrong.. in the dream I'm completely in love with this girl... not a sexual fantasy, we're just lounging around doing everyday stuff. Normally I'd say this is just my subconscious reacting to my recent break-up ... but every time I have this dream, there's a few new snippets, and everything seems more real. Woke up while we were out to sea the last time we were out to sea... and I can't tell you how disappointed I was to find out I'd been dreaming. (This coming from someone who always knows when it's a dream and how to control them)
Second, this one is a sad/scary one. My brother gets killed in Iraq and I end up taking his place there. Way too much detail and far too many events in this one to really summarize it. Suffice it to say that when I woke up from this one, I was disturbed... both at the prospect of my brother getting killed, and the lengths I went to find vengence.
Third and last dream is flat out the scarriest: I'm visiting some city and the next thing I know, bombs are going off everywhere and there's panic in the streets. Various "terrorists" (I use that loosely, it's not like I know who they really are, but they are most DEFINATELY not friendly) are shooting people left and right. I end up caught in a firefight and take cover. Eventually I end up taking a gun from a fallen police officer and pretty much go on a Punisher-style killing spree. That's not the scary part... the scary part is when I finish off the remaining hostiles, I see the news on TV: this has happened in dozen major cities across the globe and nukes have been set off in a dozen more. The reality and despair of it all is what wakes me up every time.
I've been having a lot of odd reoccuring dreams lately and not all of them that plesant. The frightening thing is that experience has taught me usually that my reoccuring dreams have meaning. I've had dreams where it's like they were litterally video of something that would happen to me (freaky!), others where they've been forewarnings of bad things to happen (Yeah, 9/11 was a bitch. Nothing like dreaming of plane crashes, smoke and buildings burning and not knowng wtf was up)
First off, the coolest one: It's small segments of what would be a longer dream... I'm with this woman and there's something just right about it, like nothing can go wrong.. in the dream I'm completely in love with this girl... not a sexual fantasy, we're just lounging around doing everyday stuff. Normally I'd say this is just my subconscious reacting to my recent break-up ... but every time I have this dream, there's a few new snippets, and everything seems more real. Woke up while we were out to sea the last time we were out to sea... and I can't tell you how disappointed I was to find out I'd been dreaming. (This coming from someone who always knows when it's a dream and how to control them)
Second, this one is a sad/scary one. My brother gets killed in Iraq and I end up taking his place there. Way too much detail and far too many events in this one to really summarize it. Suffice it to say that when I woke up from this one, I was disturbed... both at the prospect of my brother getting killed, and the lengths I went to find vengence.
Third and last dream is flat out the scarriest: I'm visiting some city and the next thing I know, bombs are going off everywhere and there's panic in the streets. Various "terrorists" (I use that loosely, it's not like I know who they really are, but they are most DEFINATELY not friendly) are shooting people left and right. I end up caught in a firefight and take cover. Eventually I end up taking a gun from a fallen police officer and pretty much go on a Punisher-style killing spree. That's not the scary part... the scary part is when I finish off the remaining hostiles, I see the news on TV: this has happened in dozen major cities across the globe and nukes have been set off in a dozen more. The reality and despair of it all is what wakes me up every time.