Rarely do I actually make a new topic but sometimes when I do it's to post a dream I had. Maybe for comments, maybe for... I don't know. Lately it's been something disturbing, not always something suitable for the general audience this board wants to target.
Anyway, this one is suitable after its fashion.

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Bones. Thin and white and useful. I'm not sure what for but we use bones for things, different things, and they have to come from somewhere. This is an industrial world, it's busy. This is the idea, the first idea. Curiosity can transport you in dreams. Effects that require a cause can lead to instantaneous motion that doesn't exactly move.

So I'm there but not there, invisibly observing in a way. A yellow tinted small room, small yellow tinted children working. They're so young, thin, starving, female. Dressed in rags. One with a twisted and small hairless head is the leader. All always carving and talking quietly. It has to be quiet. This is known. They have to be busy all through the day and night, for the good of all. They can stop when they die, and when they die their bones are ours.

There is a realization now that this is terrible. Horrible in the worst way, an unimaginable feeling of terror and regret that can't be put into words.

So we're somewhere else. Not all of them, you can't save everyone. We're somewhere not yellow tinted, the little girl still sick and thin in my arms. Light comes through breaks in the walls somewhere high above. A feeling of emptiness and moving dust. Her hands are so small. So small. Her hair is thinning, teeth missing and she feels like death. But her eyes are wide and desperately alive.

Then I wake or border on waking and realize it's Christmas. I feel ridiculous as I imagine myself rushing out of bed to.. what? I'm not a kid anymore, no presents under a tree to tear open or parents to stealthily avoid. I go back to sleep for a while, different dreams.

That was extremely weird. Especially since the song I was listening to had lyrics saying "a bitter heart and frozen bones pave the way to the house our father knew"

It sounds really cool though, like you could actually do a short story on it just because the opening paragraph actually sounded like the opening to a story. If you dont, can I shotgun the use of the idea? And the children part reminded me of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, probably because I watched it today.

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<< start the revolution >>

...can I buy some pot from you?

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"Why did all the dinosaurs have to die?"
"Because you touch yourself at night."

Yeah, you can use it. This wasn't a very powerful dream, just a weird one that wasn't too graphic so I could post it here. In a week if I remember it at all, it'll probably be remembered for the indescribable feeling of despair at watching her eyes at the end, not for any real details or plot.

[edit] ha and speaking of music, Dreams by The Cranberries just started playing on my PC [/edit]

[This message has been edited by Masq (edited December 25, 2003).]

That's a really great song.

Would it be misconstrued seriously if I were to say something about this dream being your subconscious telling you to eat more babies?

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Duel Zero key count: Zero! Down to guns and forces. Expect a release soon.

My last dream was about going back to school and being back with all my friends then playing hockey in some where

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I'm not an actor. I just play one on TV.

Coolest site regarding dreams I ever saw: http://dreamdoctor.com/dictionary . The following (from the site) seems to have relevance...



Not sure how much legitimate psychology goes into the dream symbol interpretation on that site, but it seems to make sense. To me anyway.

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