Leon
03-07-2003, 12:44
heres' one of mine that goes from odd into terrifying when it taps into a recurring dream.
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Scene one
I amplaying rugby and get tackled, getting a very nasty feeling like I've broken both legs and arms. However, I can still walk so get off the pitch and suddenly end up in central London, very lost and looking for a hospital.
I eventually find one and get so pissed off waiting for my xrays that I drag myself out and go to another that looks like my old dentists surgery. Very kindly, they agree to xray my arm, although it isn't really needed as there is a shard of bone sticking through the skin just above my left wrist. Nice.
Scene Two (I'm back in one piece, so assume this is a seperate dream within the nights entertainment).
I'm walking down a small town high street, talking on the phone to a lady called Jean, whosold me my latest Janis Joplin double album. (I did in real life buy the album, but from soeone called Victor).
For some reason, I have to phone her twice and amazingly, she is in the same town, so we agree to meet.
She's about 50, pushing a pram. we have a nice chat and she tells me that she and the baby are going to go home, chill in the sun with her new album 0- The Hissing of Summer Lawns by joni Mitchell (stunning album).
So, fine, say our good byes.
Scene Three
I'm driving along a wide road with houses on each side. It is teeming down with rain, and a red VW Sharan drives past, driven by Jean (woman from scene 2). Just after she overtakes, the car starts to spin and se goes straight through the wall of one of the bungalows. I drag my car to a twitching halt 9the back end is trying to break loose in the wet) at an angle to the kerb and approach the front door.
*start of recurring dream, modified in this dream to be even worse*
I look around the door and there is total carnage. People are lying in the rubble, battered and bruised. There is a baby in the sink, looking pretty dead. I can smeel the dust in the air.
**new insert into recurring dream**
Because my phone is out of credit, I run across the road to aother bungalow to get help. The door is opened by a little girl and I askif her mummy is in.
She is, so I go into the house, having to be careful of a huge dog called Paul who wants to run out of the open front door. I make the phone call from a fairly kitsch front room and the lady says she'll come back to the house with me to wait.
We go over and I tell her what has happened, show her where I parked, where Jean crashed etc.
We get back to the bungalow and the bodies have gone. One of them must have still been a little alive and carried all the others into the bedroom to die on the bed. Someone else is there, telling me that the bodies are
"Curled around each other like pieces of sh1t, nice pieces of sh1t but sh1t all the same".
At some point it has rained so hard that the bungalow flooded, and ebbed and flooded again (and somehow I was alseep during this bit in the dream - ie in the bungalow on oe of hte beds, but it doesn't seem to fit into the rest of the timeline).
Now, I know this is a dream and know that when I reenter the bungalow, it will end with an almighty scream from someone inside. But this one didn't. I was walking around saying "I know how this ends. and this ins't ending/ I don't like this".
I'm about to go into the bedroom where all the dead pl and and I hear a noise - it's my bloody dog Muffin (my real dog in real life) trotting out of there, scaring me sh1tless. I jump backwards, slam into a pine cupboard and hit the floor, shaking and absolutely terrified.
THE END
Psychoanalyse that.
***
Scene one
I amplaying rugby and get tackled, getting a very nasty feeling like I've broken both legs and arms. However, I can still walk so get off the pitch and suddenly end up in central London, very lost and looking for a hospital.
I eventually find one and get so pissed off waiting for my xrays that I drag myself out and go to another that looks like my old dentists surgery. Very kindly, they agree to xray my arm, although it isn't really needed as there is a shard of bone sticking through the skin just above my left wrist. Nice.
Scene Two (I'm back in one piece, so assume this is a seperate dream within the nights entertainment).
I'm walking down a small town high street, talking on the phone to a lady called Jean, whosold me my latest Janis Joplin double album. (I did in real life buy the album, but from soeone called Victor).
For some reason, I have to phone her twice and amazingly, she is in the same town, so we agree to meet.
She's about 50, pushing a pram. we have a nice chat and she tells me that she and the baby are going to go home, chill in the sun with her new album 0- The Hissing of Summer Lawns by joni Mitchell (stunning album).
So, fine, say our good byes.
Scene Three
I'm driving along a wide road with houses on each side. It is teeming down with rain, and a red VW Sharan drives past, driven by Jean (woman from scene 2). Just after she overtakes, the car starts to spin and se goes straight through the wall of one of the bungalows. I drag my car to a twitching halt 9the back end is trying to break loose in the wet) at an angle to the kerb and approach the front door.
*start of recurring dream, modified in this dream to be even worse*
I look around the door and there is total carnage. People are lying in the rubble, battered and bruised. There is a baby in the sink, looking pretty dead. I can smeel the dust in the air.
**new insert into recurring dream**
Because my phone is out of credit, I run across the road to aother bungalow to get help. The door is opened by a little girl and I askif her mummy is in.
She is, so I go into the house, having to be careful of a huge dog called Paul who wants to run out of the open front door. I make the phone call from a fairly kitsch front room and the lady says she'll come back to the house with me to wait.
We go over and I tell her what has happened, show her where I parked, where Jean crashed etc.
We get back to the bungalow and the bodies have gone. One of them must have still been a little alive and carried all the others into the bedroom to die on the bed. Someone else is there, telling me that the bodies are
"Curled around each other like pieces of sh1t, nice pieces of sh1t but sh1t all the same".
At some point it has rained so hard that the bungalow flooded, and ebbed and flooded again (and somehow I was alseep during this bit in the dream - ie in the bungalow on oe of hte beds, but it doesn't seem to fit into the rest of the timeline).
Now, I know this is a dream and know that when I reenter the bungalow, it will end with an almighty scream from someone inside. But this one didn't. I was walking around saying "I know how this ends. and this ins't ending/ I don't like this".
I'm about to go into the bedroom where all the dead pl and and I hear a noise - it's my bloody dog Muffin (my real dog in real life) trotting out of there, scaring me sh1tless. I jump backwards, slam into a pine cupboard and hit the floor, shaking and absolutely terrified.
THE END
Psychoanalyse that.