My dreams are like stories, movies or episodes. Some of them I've dreamed before, but usually forgotten until repeated. Its weird what you manage to dream, for that time within that world it becomes your reality and your world. You become either a main character, or a vital one.
I might be reading too much of Neil Gaiman's Sandman stories. I own 3 of 4 books in "the absolute Sandman" collection of the library books. The 4th hasnt come out yet, its due for Nov.
But I like trying to remember, to write them down for both myself and others to read, since I find the amusing, like a interesting show you might want to share.
The other night I dreamed I was a helper, helping a man in a wheelchair. He wore these dark sunglasses, and I can not recall properly if he had dark colored skin or not. It was like I was both working for him and his friend. Though he managed to pull himself up into the back of the car. It was like this family van, the one with the extended trunk.
Sometimes when I wake up, the dream still fresh in my mind, I recall all it's events, what happened, as if Im rewinding a film or re-reading a story. It helps. But then I forget to write it down so it slowly fades. The one I had this morning is forgotten, since I fell asleep again after being woken up briefly.
In one dream I was a dragon, Myra, though quite small. I guess Im actually no larger than a small deer. Stuck in a basement where they would store the coal, all black and covered in soot, I had two friends there. They seemed to have no part in the story, the dream. But they were there, lying besides me as I looked out through the small window, as small as a basement window usually is. I felt the urge to find help for both myself and my limp friends. So somehow, I broke free, out through the window. This was a big block, apartment building, maybe somewhat brown-red in color. Still under construction, since no glass was in the windows, and the crane was still standing over, though I dont recall a crane. Only beams made of concrete that were stretched above. In a weird way, that was the only way out, up through the gaps of the concrete cage. I knew it was bright outside these walls, this yard. Blue sky with no real clouds, just clear blue. But I wasnt alone, and not was it my friends that still hid in the basement. No, the ones that were also there had guns, shotguns. It might not make sense using a shotgun for a long range, but I can only relate to their use in games, useless guns at long range. They shot at me, and missed, but it was enough to make me panic. Must get away! was all I could think, panicking, I began to fly high, having trouble to aim for the small gaps in the cage, but they werent small, they were rather big to be honest, yet I failed in my panic. But in the end, I got out.
Once I dreamed a dream I dreamed before. A rather old dream that I managed to remember having experienced before. I do not know if the maze was a new addition to this dream, but I was trying to run through a hedge maze, it was green like the leaves are when summer is best. But the building stayed the same, a tall apartment building, maybe 10 stories high at most, but it wasnt wide. Might look square from above. All lights were off, only the emergency lights that lid the exit were visible, glowing a red kind of yellow, but not enough to be orange. I was headed towards the top floor, I do not recall what drew me there. But when I arrived there, a old man was lying half spread across a chair and the floor. Behind a coffee table. He was short and skinny, weiring a dress, women's clothing. With his last breath, I pointed out to the roof, since his apartment was the top one, the yard was the roof. There I found a strange round spaceship, it looked familiar, not in the way that this was a old dream. You dont think "I know this dream" like "I've seen this movie". You are there, its all new to you every time until you wake. But this spaceship was familiar, as if It had been mine a long time ago. Maybe it brought me here. Inside it was set and ready to take off, showing a map of the stars. Up in the right corner was the destination marked, a star called Pegasus. It had a deep meaning, but i forget.
For a few years, all my dreams were dark, as if they were happening during midnight hours. But not anymore, it seems. Though a simple lil dream book I have told me a believable reason behind my darkened dreams. Some might understand my past conflicts.
"Darkness decending may suggest a repressive forces in the unconscious are preventing the dreamer from dealing with important but uncomfortable feelings or thoughts in the conscious mind."
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