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Conspiracy Realist
Location: The Event Horizon
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Kind of dark, not the dream I want to have I do like the picture, reminds me of some art I saw in some of HP lovecrafts books.
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Insane
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
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Since you asked, here's the dream... I'm really reluctant to talk about this dream to people, but I feel comfortable enough with you all to post the drawing and talk about it here...
you may not want to read this if you have a weak stomach. It was a recurring dream I had a few years ago. It started out with me walking down this vast but vacant corridor with sheer rusty-colored walls. At the end, there was this huge freight elevator about the size of a football field in width. My two best friends were on it waving to me to go wherever, so I gladly walked towards them. As I got closer to the elevator, I hear this deafing twanging sound... a second later the elevator cable snapped and it plummeted down the shaft(with my friends on it.) The screams... I can't even begin to descibe how it sounded... it was kind of like a thousand icy needles piercing my body at once... I stood there in utter shock and the dream ended shortly after. The second time it happened, it was the same scenario, only there were about 20 of my friends on the elevator and they underwent the same fate.... the screams were even worse than the first time it happened... I woke up screaming in a cold sweat... The dream happened again twice... the third time every single one of my friends was on that elevator... I knew what was going to happen this time though... when I heard the cable start to snap I sprinted to the elevator to die with them because I couldn't bear to hear those screams again... I almost made it... close enough to actually see the elevator falling down into darkness - the screams were even louder. But that wasn't the most unsettling part - it was the sound of 100 fleshy bodies hitting the ground simultaneously from some ungodly elevation echoed and amplified up the shaft... the last time it happened, EVERYONE I EVER REMEMBER MEETING IN MY LIFE was on that thing. I was so disturbed the last time it happened I locked myself in my room for two days... Strangely enough, I'm not afraid of elevators... BUT... we have a freight elevator in the art building in my school which I use all the time. This elevator is notorious for having graffitti and various kinds of doodles plastered all over it, it can get pretty cool looking before they paint over it again. Well, they painted over it again, but with a color similar to that in my drawing, AND, somebody painted blood dripping down from the ceiling on all sides. I don't use that elevator anymore. |
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Hiya Puddin'! Miss me?
Location: Silicon Valley, CA
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don't mean to get analytical or anything, but it sounds like you're concerned/afraid of losing your friends. the more serious your worries, the more exaggerated your dream.
usually when a dream is recurrent, it symbolizes something significant or important to the dreamer. if you want to get superstitious, when you have recurring dreams, it allegedly means it's going to happen.
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lonely rolling star
Location: Seattle.
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wow... sounds like something for the dream forum.
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Psycho
Location: Philly
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