It was an old warehouse and I was in there with this snobby lady. The place had been old and torn down and the top floor had a broken ceiling etc. She was really snobby. I said I barely went up there because I always had an uneasy feeling, especially down the hall where it lead to three different large rooms. She went down and look at the first, second and when she got to the third she screamed. She said run, and so we both started running back downstairs and suddenly I’m in the hospital. It’s a different lady now. It seemed like we were fairly close. We needed to stop this, We were hearing things. Songs. Horrible song, they couldn’t be human. We ran down. The elevators were titled, screaming at us, horrible voices, Liars, Worthless, We’re going to get you. We ran down a corridor and found a help place for hearing things and words changing around. As we were signing up, this older dude came up to the lady I was with and said her name and she recognized him as an old professor.
He said she was pregnant and she needed to give birth now but she was too young. She wasn’t though. He saw her as if she was still 15, but she was actually older. They quickly propped her up and she gave birth. They took her away and I went with where they were taking the baby. We went into the elevator and I looked down at it. It was covered in cuts (they looked like self-harm marks) and everyone was treating it as if it was a disease. Suddenly the baby turned over and started speaking to the old man and said his real name. And that he was using me and the lady in this memento to find the job he always wanted. The lie. He needed to go back to his sick reality, he was going to… do something horrible, I can’t remember. But the baby was pushing him to suicide. He started crying and when I was about to say something, the baby suddenly died and this metal fell off its back.
Suddenly I understood some things. There was a middle aged woman (actually not woman, she was disguised as one) talking in another language. There were a lot of other people, all with their eyes closed and metal things attached to their necks.
My instructions were that once you broke free and the metal thing fell off was to run away. Run away to the glass doors with metal bars downstairs, and you must close both doors, then she couldn’t get to you. You mustn’t return immediately for she’ll wait outside the door for you.
So I did just that. And I cried, because the second lady was there. Hers had fallen off too but she didn’t make it. I thought of going back to her but a voice told me to just run away. The disguised woman yelled memento at me over and over. I think that’s what the thing was called, whatever she was pushing into our minds. I ran to the end of the hallway before I heard glass shatter, and then I woke up.
Maybe the baby represents whats trying to break me. Self harming. The disguised woman was forcing thoughts into my head.
Mementos, Warning or reminders. Was it reminding me of what I thought of myself?
Worthless, check, liar, not sure. “We’re going to get you” what is??? the thoughts???
I was obviously escaping from it. It was a good feeling that told me to run. Sick reality vs What I want. But I don’t get what I want. I get what I am.
I don’t remember a lot but there was this girl who got trapped in a giant ice block. It turned her evil and eventually they put her into this ballroom. So in order to pass, you had to put liquid in your mouth and go into the room. She would come out and you’d switch it back and forth until you were in a safe zone.
So I guess Murdoc (coughs they were in there Gomen ) had fucked this girl and she was really pissed at him, forgot why, but she was really sad and I felt bad for her a lot.
So me and Murdoc were on the other side and she came storming through the ballroom and stood in front of him yelling.
Everyone was just standing there shocked because she wasn’t dead yet. She asked what everyone was looking at and I said that thing is suppose to kill you. It came out of the block, and went up beside her and whispered “when you passed, you were dead. A ghost. Broken into nothing. You are nothing.” And then I started crying in the dream and then I woke up and my eyes were really watery.
Well. This is actually a second time that it had the ice thing in a dream, different story though.
oh yeah. also had a dream that i vomited up blood everywhere and died.
so there was 1, 2, 3 and 4.
1 and 2 were constantly worrying over 3, since they said they were suicidal.
4 mentioned they were depressed. 1 and 2 said to get over it.
3 mentioned that they were feeling a bit sad. 1 and 2 was at their side in a moment.
3 said they were going to kill themselves. 1 and 2 panicked. False alarm.
1, 2 and 3 wondered where 4 was after they didn’t show up for a week.
They found out 4 had killed themselves.
4 had my picture on their face.
I keep having a lot of suicide dreams. It’s really starting to make me worry.
Okay so I forgot most of it already fuck but basically
It was me and my brother and appearantly mom was dead so we just had?? Some type of guy I would say Dad but I’m not sure. Anyways, he was being such a huge fucking the worst asshole. He was trying to teach us stuff and he kept getting really pissed at me so he finally screamed “know what, you’re going to be getting a hell of a lot of classes anyways, so you won’t even be able to fit this into your schedule. Go fucking sit over there” so I was like okay fine. So I sat over in the corner and my brother had to so the problems he wrote on the board. It was math, can’t remember the problem. The dream then went into my view, like seeing it from my eyes, and they kept closing because I was falling asleep, and everytime I did, the guy yelled at me to wake the fuck up. So eventually, he came over and smacked me telling me how stupid and worthless I was and to stay awake. So I replied that I had taken five sleeping pills, and he got really fed up so he just told me to go to bed.
So I went to this closet which appearantly was my bedroom, ad I was sorting through things when my brother came in. His face had blood all over it and it was just totally smashed. He said that he stood up to the guy for me and not to call me those things, and he got the shit beat out of him. He mentioned that the guy went downstairs, so I went with him to the bathroom and fixed his face up and cleaned the blood off and stuff. When I was on my way back to my room, we ended up hugging and I was like “I love you so much, don’t you ever do that for me again, okay? It’s not worth it.”
The guy then was coming back upstairs so we asked if we can have… Something, I don’t know what my brother called it, but he said go ahead and we went to the bathroom again. There was still some blood not be run so he washed it off and then he washed my hair. That’s it, I woke up after.
Also I don’t actually have a brother.
Well, kind of. My mom aborted him.
But alot of times I have this dream brother and its always the same guy.
Yet another rape dream.
Starting to wonder if this means something.
ughhhh another nightmare.
Another rape dream, always fun.
Not gonna write it down.
okay so i only remember one dream and my tag for my main blog has a post so i looked and someone drew me something???
“To dream about getting a drawing as a gift means that you will receive many requests.”
many requests???? i dont know.
more blowjob dreams yay
not even gonna try n figure this shit out