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My Old Handwritten Dream Diary

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dreams from the past.

Whilst rearranging my drawers of my bedstands, I found my old draconic-looking notebook. Inside I kept track of a few important dreams of mine from yonder, hand-written by a sloppy dark pen.

My most important dream ever was recorded here.

Dream Feburary 1, 2006. Grandma’s house overnight.

I was passing strange creatures in cloudy wodded areas. Then, I saw things along with a realisitic Grim Reaper, enter a labyrinth. I saw the top, and the reaper left.

I seemed to be wearing blue. I entered the pathway and watched myself walk to a doorway. I then had realizied that I was to decode the wall and get into the tomb to save the last of the humans. Then there was a time limit. It seemed like a game, to decode. I had to find clues in a book of altered Shakesphere plays. One was about a boy starting a choir. Then, Death was slowly coming to me in the maze. The dream skipped the opening of the door, and walked into the hallway into the ivy tomb. I saw images of people rejoicing and thanking the Lord and me for saving them.

Then, the time was up. I had done the mission, but then Death appeared. My name was not in the book of death and I answered, ‘Why have you come?’ He answered ‘Because I want to.’ Suddenly a scream was heard, and what seemed to be my dad with the people burst into the tomb.

Everywhere, blood and guts were splattered. There, the blood was my blood. I had died a needless gorey death. All that was left on an alter was a sipke of thing wood and the shredded red muscle meat of my body, piked in a quivering pile.

Death was on trial. The people had my remains on a funeraly pyre, and they were booing and crying out at the evil of Death. Death had wanted to kill me, and succedded. Death lied that he felt sorry for killing me. He then left the crying people, and suddenly Death was bound with wires. He yelled in fear, as if the Gods would punish him, but there was a thick fat vile man, creating more evil to Death’s bones. Then, Death made a vile, hearty echoing laugh of evil, and his laugh of triumph carried off as the scene rose up into the blue misty evening sky through a valley, at the sound of violins. Then I woke up at 4:15 AM.

I believe the terrifle thing showed my sacrifice for the good to live. But my sacrifice was in vain.

Well wans’t that delightful?

Now for I recorded the earliest dream I remembered. 1995?

I had created flower people and a pansy-flower girl looked like a holland dutch girl with shoes, bonnet and dress. She was a princess fairy, and she stumbled unto a bee’s nest in the maple tree by our driveway. Then she fell into a pit dug by Mr. Beetle of “Thumbelina”. He then sounded like a song we heard in our childhood about a Jamacian tax man. He was gambling at a table dishing out cards with the girl behind him tied up, and she was dressed in rags.

Another early dream from a stay up north, maybe less or a year more after that one.

Captain Hook was at the end of a multi-colored lane in the dining hall and kitchen up North. He was urging us to go on it and lead to him.

(Note: My grandma’s house was the only time we could watch Peter Pan.)

This one was much later. I think maybe 2005, 06.

Another dream was weird. A large, dark aviary took up the entire large family room up North. I went out of it, and it had budgies in it. I went into the kitchen to find a red carpetted hallway that was tall and went really way down. The cieling was high and I ran down it. I came across a room where there was an orchestra rehearsal in the yellow lighted room. My brother and sister were tumbling about further down the hallway in the distance.

As it’s written, “Still another”.

I was a white bat and I was trying to fly over a mini highway in the garden with the ice cream cones. Then, a person grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back, but I won and went into the swamp to a lake. When the bat awoke, I was in a boat on the tall Wall at the end of our yard, still being hunted by the person.

This was the last dream entry of the book.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the little peek into my childhood subconcious. Early on my dreams were mostly set at my grandmothers….but from that last one, more and more till this very day it deals with my front and back yard, down the street left and right and the wonderland hidden in the Wall.

Heaven and Hell: A Dream

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 4-20-09
I hide in the tunnels. I shouldn’t because I’m human, but now, they think I’m not. I’m some creature, being beaten down by the vicious witch from Voltron on her green, slimy dragon beast.

I crawl from the hole to my grandparents. I see a drawing. One way, it is a blad girl pale, horned, shrouded by black and demons besides her. She is hell. One way, she is a white angel, wings and reathers and the goblin creatures now soft and elegant; dieties of heaven.

My grandma and grandpa are posessed, monsters, pretending they’re normal but I know they’re not. Grandpa begins the chase, I run behind the house and have a running start on the gravel road. I run to the first bunker house with the children as grandpa looked and clawed, turning more and more into a vicious creature as I flew and jumped from one house to the next…

Somehow I was back at grandma and grandpa’s house, looking at a popup book. It showed Satan, masculine and red with fire at the southern equator of the earth holding it up like Atlas, while a harem or pale demoninc denziens were giving him a handjob. At the top, the north of the earth, was the white realm of heaven. An angel was holding, limpy with her hands like she was crufified a chain with a split, suspending the weight of the earth. She, or really, a transgender, was bald and naked, with linins whipping about with the clouds and her wings white and slowly flapping.

I turned the page to another story. There was a white haired, armored demon, dark skinned and almost like a Drow elf. He was in perpetual conflict at the equator of the earth with the right hand of God, the angel Heliosfaux. He had blonde hair, masculine and wearing golden and linen armor.

I was surounded in the room then by these vicious dark goblins inspired from Labyrinth and Bert and Ernie from Seaseme Street. Confused, I soon figured it out. I watched before my eyes the demon rape the sleeping Heliosfaux. There was screaming, crying gay pornography before my eyes!

It was finished and I closed the book, dropping it and heading past the bed. The goblins said that I, too, was to be raped, and there I was struck by a swarm of red thread. They wrapped tightly around my fingers, arms, and legs, pulling me face first on the bed, and I watched as the demon took form, and, with a condom and a tube of pink lube, set about to read himself to have at me.

For some reason, I kept crying out for my sister to help me. There was the fleeting image she was in the room, but it was a trick from the goblins gathered to watch as I was stripped, and looked about, moving, staring at the wall and the bed as I was thrust into, a demon taking me doggy style. I felt arousal, fear, and tears. The room was spinning, I was aware I made noises…but soon, I felt, I wanted it, I wanted this sex he was giving me, red thread around my fingers and the bed creaking with the dream-movements of copulation…

I had woken up when the wall spinned and spinned. It was 11:00 AM.

…..one hell of a dream.