I've have not been sleeping well lately. I wake up 4 or 5 times a night, and I have nightmares. I know I need a new bed. Surly can attest to just how horrible my current bed is. I made him sleep on the sproingy part apparently. 
My final dream of last night involved a dark wood/town and evil emanating from a garden surrounding a house in that town. Often I have dreams of this evil, a feeling of menace, paralysis, and a sense of a spiteful intelligence.
In my dream last night, night is falling and I realize I am in this country lane near a house and the evil. I try to walk quickly on down the lane, but I can barely move. In the dream I can sort of fly, and I spend much of the night dodging these horrible apparitions, ghouls.
My dream is obviously running on a high budget as there are literal armies of undead roaming the hedgerows, clad in many uniforms.
I see the edge of the sun coming up and feel so grateful. I spend the rest of my dream day running away from the evil feeling. At one point I am at a fork with three paths, and I choose the one on the right, the hilly path, leading upwards and relatively clear of trees.
Then slowly I realize it's dusk and... yes, I'm back in the country lane, outside the house. Somehow I've circled back. And I sense something laughing. I shudder.
The rest of my dream involved ineffectual villagers, barricades in churches and catacombs, seeing my father turned into a lurching zombie, having an old school mate gnaw on my hands and arms. I notice the sun is fully up and the countryside is covered with victorious undead. I manage to gather my sister and her friend, and we attempt to fly away. I wake up.
God damn I need a new bed.
My final dream of last night involved a dark wood/town and evil emanating from a garden surrounding a house in that town. Often I have dreams of this evil, a feeling of menace, paralysis, and a sense of a spiteful intelligence.
In my dream last night, night is falling and I realize I am in this country lane near a house and the evil. I try to walk quickly on down the lane, but I can barely move. In the dream I can sort of fly, and I spend much of the night dodging these horrible apparitions, ghouls.
My dream is obviously running on a high budget as there are literal armies of undead roaming the hedgerows, clad in many uniforms.
I see the edge of the sun coming up and feel so grateful. I spend the rest of my dream day running away from the evil feeling. At one point I am at a fork with three paths, and I choose the one on the right, the hilly path, leading upwards and relatively clear of trees.
Then slowly I realize it's dusk and... yes, I'm back in the country lane, outside the house. Somehow I've circled back. And I sense something laughing. I shudder.
The rest of my dream involved ineffectual villagers, barricades in churches and catacombs, seeing my father turned into a lurching zombie, having an old school mate gnaw on my hands and arms. I notice the sun is fully up and the countryside is covered with victorious undead. I manage to gather my sister and her friend, and we attempt to fly away. I wake up.
God damn I need a new bed.
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I am glad I didn't have that dream. It reminds me of a nightmare about firemen I had several times when I was a kid; which I could never explain to my dad, because he'd never have been able to deal with him being the bad person in it. (It wasn't him, actually. It took me thirty years to work out who it was.
haha, it took me a while to get your "did your nutsack lose it shoes too" reference.
Try some vitamin C and gingko biloba before bed sometime. I notice it makes my dreams more vivid, but not necessarily bad.