Oh, Hai Again
Jul. 2nd, 2017 07:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
my_atlantis94So it's the real morning now.
And I probably only actually slept for 2 hours.
Can you taste the exhaustion? It's Mmm-mmm good!
Anyway, I'm here writing again because I had a dream that kind of simultaneously made me happy and freaked me out so bad that I woke up.
It started off nice...I fell asleep listening to this song called "A Silent Cause" by the Paper Kites. Now the lyrics, I think, are about love.
Says "I don't want to love you, I want to learn you. But I'd love to know you well."
So I guess it was the song that drifted me off into a dream where I was dancing with some faceless guy (he probably had a face at the time, but I can't remember that right now). So Mr.Faceless and I were talking and it seemed he really was into me, and I into him, enough so that we decided to be in a relationship (which...lol XD )
So somehow I ended up having to tell one of my cousins about him, and whatever, and I was really happy about him and all that jazz.
And then, for some reason I needed to go. It was like there was a war going on and I needed to be a part of it? Anyway, I ended up on a train with two other people. A girl and some scary dude who for some reason gave me the impression of the Grim Reaper. We got off the train and ran through a deserted subway where shots were being fired, collected our guns (I got a rifle), and went off to war. Shooting people left, right and centre. I don't know why though...
And then it was night and we were hiding on this streetside, a little lower down the street than the house we were scoping out. The other girl and the Grim Reaper went down the street to near the front of the house and I waited at the same spot as before. Then these people came out of the house. Four big men hoisting a giant door, and chained to the top of the door was this skinny man who looked like he'd been starved or drained of his blood or something. Anyway, he looked malnutritioned and bone-white. His mouth was taped shut. One more big dude walked out behind the other guys, and I assume he was the guy we were supposed to take out, as he was giving the orders. I remember thinking that I had to kill him, for some reason.
The other guys kept hoisting their door with their hostage shackled to the top of it, and walked out into the street. I think I either ran, or...ghosted my way down the street or something, because I was suddenly seeing the man on the door from an aerial view, like I was just a foot or two away from him. I think they were going to burn him or something. Anyway, whatever they planned to do, it would result in his death. I remember feeling this hollowing fear over the thought of death, and I saw my fear reflected in this man's eyes. He apparently could see me where no one else could, and I think he started trying to scream or beg or plead for me to help him with his eyes. His eyes looked like they were about to burst right out of his skull. And I was so scared, horrified, daunted, terrorized, by his expression...that it just scared me out of the dream.
And that's it.
I started writing this when I woke up at around 7 this morning, and I was so busy during the day that I'm only now finishing writing it at 2:26 AM so...yeah.
I wonder if writing that was a good idea.
Anyway as it turned out, the congregation at church today exuded a little more life than usual, which is good, I suppose.
I wonder what the purpose of that dream was...or if it was trying to tell me something.
Hmmm...
Well, I'm out.
And I probably only actually slept for 2 hours.
Can you taste the exhaustion? It's Mmm-mmm good!
Anyway, I'm here writing again because I had a dream that kind of simultaneously made me happy and freaked me out so bad that I woke up.
It started off nice...I fell asleep listening to this song called "A Silent Cause" by the Paper Kites. Now the lyrics, I think, are about love.
Says "I don't want to love you, I want to learn you. But I'd love to know you well."
So I guess it was the song that drifted me off into a dream where I was dancing with some faceless guy (he probably had a face at the time, but I can't remember that right now). So Mr.Faceless and I were talking and it seemed he really was into me, and I into him, enough so that we decided to be in a relationship (which...lol XD )
So somehow I ended up having to tell one of my cousins about him, and whatever, and I was really happy about him and all that jazz.
And then, for some reason I needed to go. It was like there was a war going on and I needed to be a part of it? Anyway, I ended up on a train with two other people. A girl and some scary dude who for some reason gave me the impression of the Grim Reaper. We got off the train and ran through a deserted subway where shots were being fired, collected our guns (I got a rifle), and went off to war. Shooting people left, right and centre. I don't know why though...
And then it was night and we were hiding on this streetside, a little lower down the street than the house we were scoping out. The other girl and the Grim Reaper went down the street to near the front of the house and I waited at the same spot as before. Then these people came out of the house. Four big men hoisting a giant door, and chained to the top of the door was this skinny man who looked like he'd been starved or drained of his blood or something. Anyway, he looked malnutritioned and bone-white. His mouth was taped shut. One more big dude walked out behind the other guys, and I assume he was the guy we were supposed to take out, as he was giving the orders. I remember thinking that I had to kill him, for some reason.
The other guys kept hoisting their door with their hostage shackled to the top of it, and walked out into the street. I think I either ran, or...ghosted my way down the street or something, because I was suddenly seeing the man on the door from an aerial view, like I was just a foot or two away from him. I think they were going to burn him or something. Anyway, whatever they planned to do, it would result in his death. I remember feeling this hollowing fear over the thought of death, and I saw my fear reflected in this man's eyes. He apparently could see me where no one else could, and I think he started trying to scream or beg or plead for me to help him with his eyes. His eyes looked like they were about to burst right out of his skull. And I was so scared, horrified, daunted, terrorized, by his expression...that it just scared me out of the dream.
And that's it.
I started writing this when I woke up at around 7 this morning, and I was so busy during the day that I'm only now finishing writing it at 2:26 AM so...yeah.
I wonder if writing that was a good idea.
Anyway as it turned out, the congregation at church today exuded a little more life than usual, which is good, I suppose.
I wonder what the purpose of that dream was...or if it was trying to tell me something.
Hmmm...
Well, I'm out.
