SegaDragon
April 15th, 2007, 02:25 PM
Alright. I had two dreams at once. They were remarkably similar, and one happened chronologically after the other, even though I had them at the same time.
In the first dream (chronologically first), a bunch of random people and I are just running around outside. Like children playing tag. And we hear a loud scream, and news gets to us that some woman is just laying on the ground in a bunch of pieces a few blocks away. So this cop is patrolling around the houses, making sure everyone's safe, and I see this dead dude rip the cop apart. And then someone tells me that the dead dude's looking for [the girl], and I forget her name. I just know it started with A-N-D. So I run in the house, where the dude's looking for her, and the first person I see is her dad, and I tell him what's going on. And he tells me she'll be safe in her room, but he doesn't look worried. So I start looking for her, and when I find her, the guy's already there, and he rips her head off. Then I run and hide.
In the second dream, I'm at my old house with my best friend and his two brothers, when the same beginning happens with an innocent woman being ripped apart. And then the dreams start intertwining, where I'm seeing the cop from the first dream being killed again, but I never see him die in the second one. In the second one, I'm just remembering the first one die, and I'm hearing people talk about a cop being murdered. Like memories from the first dream cover up reality in the second dream. Anyway, after that, we run inside, and we find the girl before the dad. Long before the guy finds her. And we tell her we need to get her to her room, but we have no clue where it's at. This being my old house, it's not in that house, and no matter how many rooms we go to, we can't find hers. So we're sitting in my old room, thinking about the situation, my friends watching TV, when the dead dude comes into the doorway and starts walking towards her. I panic, run out of the room towards my/her dad for advice, I start rambling the situation, throwing information at him, hoping he has some last-second advice, and I think he says, "It's too late." And I hear my friends scream from my room, so I run back, and there's blood everwhere. It's not, like, in a puddle or anything. It's splattered and dotted all over the carpet and the walls and the bed and such. There's no sign of her or the dead guy. And I ask what happen, and they tell me, and as they tell me, I see it happening. It, like, re-ennacts in my head. The guy grabs her fingers, which has a ring on it, which I think he was after, and he rips her finger off, and blood starts going everwhere, and that was it. But the re-ennactment was like a movie. It was in black-and-white with perfect angle shots and close-up. Anyway, after that, I woke up and started thinking about the two dreams.
How it happened in my head would be that a part of the second dream would happen (around a few seconds to a minute), then I'd have a "memory" of those few seconds to a minute from first dream. But it would be more than a memory, I'd be acting it out. And once it was acted out, I'd go back to the second dream and continue the story.
In the first dream (chronologically first), a bunch of random people and I are just running around outside. Like children playing tag. And we hear a loud scream, and news gets to us that some woman is just laying on the ground in a bunch of pieces a few blocks away. So this cop is patrolling around the houses, making sure everyone's safe, and I see this dead dude rip the cop apart. And then someone tells me that the dead dude's looking for [the girl], and I forget her name. I just know it started with A-N-D. So I run in the house, where the dude's looking for her, and the first person I see is her dad, and I tell him what's going on. And he tells me she'll be safe in her room, but he doesn't look worried. So I start looking for her, and when I find her, the guy's already there, and he rips her head off. Then I run and hide.
In the second dream, I'm at my old house with my best friend and his two brothers, when the same beginning happens with an innocent woman being ripped apart. And then the dreams start intertwining, where I'm seeing the cop from the first dream being killed again, but I never see him die in the second one. In the second one, I'm just remembering the first one die, and I'm hearing people talk about a cop being murdered. Like memories from the first dream cover up reality in the second dream. Anyway, after that, we run inside, and we find the girl before the dad. Long before the guy finds her. And we tell her we need to get her to her room, but we have no clue where it's at. This being my old house, it's not in that house, and no matter how many rooms we go to, we can't find hers. So we're sitting in my old room, thinking about the situation, my friends watching TV, when the dead dude comes into the doorway and starts walking towards her. I panic, run out of the room towards my/her dad for advice, I start rambling the situation, throwing information at him, hoping he has some last-second advice, and I think he says, "It's too late." And I hear my friends scream from my room, so I run back, and there's blood everwhere. It's not, like, in a puddle or anything. It's splattered and dotted all over the carpet and the walls and the bed and such. There's no sign of her or the dead guy. And I ask what happen, and they tell me, and as they tell me, I see it happening. It, like, re-ennacts in my head. The guy grabs her fingers, which has a ring on it, which I think he was after, and he rips her finger off, and blood starts going everwhere, and that was it. But the re-ennactment was like a movie. It was in black-and-white with perfect angle shots and close-up. Anyway, after that, I woke up and started thinking about the two dreams.
How it happened in my head would be that a part of the second dream would happen (around a few seconds to a minute), then I'd have a "memory" of those few seconds to a minute from first dream. But it would be more than a memory, I'd be acting it out. And once it was acted out, I'd go back to the second dream and continue the story.