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The Flood / Interesting Dreams Recently?
« on: December 13, 2014, 11:45:38 AM »
I can recall at least one my dreams every night with clarity, and the dream I recalled last night is below. Share what you wish.
Some strangers and I drove to some secluded, wooded location after dark and endeavored to climb a large hill. Along the way candles lit the path and set a mysterious tone to our escapade. Like my dreams do, it skipped forward in time to when we arrived at an abode like the Amityville horror house-turned-mansion. We began climbing a series of ladders (longer than the ladder sequence from Blighttown to the Valley of Drakes in DS) and we noticed the candles going out below.
This is when one of my companions mentioned something about imminent doom if we didn't make it to the top and turn the music on. They never mentioned what the doom was, but the darkness encroached in a very literal sense as waves of candles snuffed out, approaching us. I was at the front of the group, and when I reached the top all the lights were out. I hurried to turn the boom box on and turn the volume to max for good measure. I can't remember what the music was, only that it contained pseudo-instructions on what to do next and afforded meager light.
We set up shop inside the house and found that to keep the lights on and steady we needed to connect power cords from different parts of the house. My companions had specially assigned cords to take, and they had been there before and failed because one man in particular didn't want to go to the cellar again. I was instructed to stay at our makeshift headquarters and make sure the equipment was working.
I recall the days passing like a montage, me in a bunkbed in a white dress by the broken window watching the other bed at the far side of the room which would from time to time rustle as if two occupants were sleeping... or lovemaking. It made me very uneasy, especially when no one was there.
Within my dream I had a dream or vision of something breaking through the window and murdering me. Moments later a hatchet man broke through the window wielding another hatchet, and severed my arm. I ran to the bottom level and left the house (with a lack of ladders). Outside there were murderous, dragon-like creatures.
My comrades showed up in time with vehicles (though I wouldn't know how they got them there) and we somehow became invisible. My alarm woke me up after this point.
Spoiler
Some strangers and I drove to some secluded, wooded location after dark and endeavored to climb a large hill. Along the way candles lit the path and set a mysterious tone to our escapade. Like my dreams do, it skipped forward in time to when we arrived at an abode like the Amityville horror house-turned-mansion. We began climbing a series of ladders (longer than the ladder sequence from Blighttown to the Valley of Drakes in DS) and we noticed the candles going out below.
This is when one of my companions mentioned something about imminent doom if we didn't make it to the top and turn the music on. They never mentioned what the doom was, but the darkness encroached in a very literal sense as waves of candles snuffed out, approaching us. I was at the front of the group, and when I reached the top all the lights were out. I hurried to turn the boom box on and turn the volume to max for good measure. I can't remember what the music was, only that it contained pseudo-instructions on what to do next and afforded meager light.
We set up shop inside the house and found that to keep the lights on and steady we needed to connect power cords from different parts of the house. My companions had specially assigned cords to take, and they had been there before and failed because one man in particular didn't want to go to the cellar again. I was instructed to stay at our makeshift headquarters and make sure the equipment was working.
I recall the days passing like a montage, me in a bunkbed in a white dress by the broken window watching the other bed at the far side of the room which would from time to time rustle as if two occupants were sleeping... or lovemaking. It made me very uneasy, especially when no one was there.
Within my dream I had a dream or vision of something breaking through the window and murdering me. Moments later a hatchet man broke through the window wielding another hatchet, and severed my arm. I ran to the bottom level and left the house (with a lack of ladders). Outside there were murderous, dragon-like creatures.
My comrades showed up in time with vehicles (though I wouldn't know how they got them there) and we somehow became invisible. My alarm woke me up after this point.
