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two dreams 1/26/00
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two dreams 1/26/00 |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
I have no intention of boring any of you, but I had written down those two dreams immediately upon waking up, and thought I'd share it. I don't normally write prose anyway. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My sister, me, and three others were walking around not knowing where we were. We walked into an weird-looking apartment, opened several doors. Then accidentally ran into a room, and a man there saw us and kidnapped us. He was going to keep us forever. He had an odd set of rules. The first two days we live there, the level of "light" we get from the window would be very small. Then a week later, brighter, and two weeks later, even brighter.. A month later, the window shades would be rolled up. Then two years later if we stayed good, we could go outside but we must return. We were frustrated it had to be like this, we thought we'd never get out. My sister had a computer in her room, and I had one in mine too. One time I tried to see what would happen if I tried to open the door, and when I did, there were three rottweiters barking just behind my back, and running at me, and the man came and kept me from running away. The windows were back to darkness. Two weeks later the window was bright again, and I came up with a plan. I huddled up in the bathroom which was really small and next to the room I lived in, but left the door open. The man came and checked to see if I was planning escape but everything looked ok so he returned to his room. After things were silent, I slowly looked out the window to plan the escape route out the south side of the house. I got on the computer, typed to my sister something, and my sister had her own plans. She was worried about the dogs. I was back in the living room, and pretended to be sleeping, and I opened the door slightly then shut it to make it look like it had never been opened. The dogs barked again, and the man came and got irritated with the dogs and put them in the backyard for the night to keep them quiet. While he was sleeping that night, I tiptoed to the other room where the other four were, and said, "It's time to go," and we quietly stepped into the living room. I had said the door was open but was mistaken, it was closed. But when we opened the door, it produced a creak and my sister could not believe the dogs were not barking. I told her what I had done. Then we ran outside into the night and it turned out being bright as daylight outside. We ran, but since I was the oldest and tallest, I was running way ahead of the others, I looked back to see if they were following me. They were, at first. But as I got to the bridge and jumped into the river, they were no longer to be seen. I had to get away nonetheless, and I thought, "if I cross the river, he will lose track of me, and the dogs can't follow me across the river either." I ran to the street and there were some cars going past. I saw several semi-trucks and just as I thought a car was coming searching for me, I crawled underneath one of the semi-trucks. It was okay moments later so I crawled from under the truck, and looked to cross the street but two other semi-trucks were passing, so I had to wait. Then I ran, and got somewhere safe. I was thinking, "should I call the FBI or the police?" I chose the police instead because I knew the FBI would go for more serious cases that were across the borderline of states or nationwide. Well, some numbers popped up in my head and now I knew there were 9 people at the house where I was kidnapped. I had no idea, but I was guessing that the other four had gotten caught again. But I showed them where, and my dream ended there. I must've saved them. Who knows? The next dream was very odd. My entire family was in the dream, and the ages of my step-sister Christi and I were somehow magnetized the opposite direction. She's normally 18, I'm normally 19. In this dream, she was 8, I was 29, and the weirdest part was that my uncle and aunt and cousins were searching for me, my mom, and step-dad, while we were running from them. We got to a building with a few elevators. There we were standing in one place, when I found that one person was searching for us. It was me, as a 7-year-old, and I looked really odd there. This perplexed me but the other me kept going back and telling them where we were, and every time we had to get in the elevator and push a few buttons to escape them. But they'd follow us. We'd occassionally stand around again and the other me just kept walking around and seeing us then walking back and telling them where we were. It got scary. We got back in the elevator and did the button pushing thing again, hoping to lose them. It worked a few times. But every time, this other me kept finding us. Then finally we all ran into each other, and the dream ended there. I don't remember what else happened afterwards. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
The visions of our subconcious can certainly be strange, can't they? And odd dreamed, being kidnapped like that.. and then getting rid of the dogs was done pretty well, you think like that when you're awake?  Nice piece, thanks for posting  In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Makes me wish I could remember my dreams more often... Great translation! |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Dusk- Yes they can be quite strange. I am like that sometimes, but the dreams always imply a hidden side to me that I don't usually reveal in the open, a knack for coming up with an escape from bad situations. All right, sorry for being late…… I'm just a slacker. But thanks. Christopher- Thank you! |
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