Random Really Vivid Dream
Aug. 12th, 2009 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foolish_m0rtalWeirdest dream EVER. You don't have to read this. It's more to get my thoughts out there so they're not scrambled up in my brain. If you feel like you have something to add, by all means.
Apparently I was part of some Mulan-esque family that thought I was waay to boyish for my own good, so they made me walk only through the shade of trees. (??? Apparently this was supposed to have some kind of ladylike effect upon me) I of course got pissed and started running away. I ran like...a very very long way, because apparently I ended up in Canada. (oh yes)
There was this cliff thing that I remember from another dream. (you know how dreams can give you false memories or carry over memories from a previous dream?) And I could either go back, go down the cliff, or keep going and circle back around. There were random Indian people at this cliff, apparently celebrating Indian Independence Day (August 15, though how my subconscious mind pulled that out, I'll never know) The date was wrong, though. It said 1965 and the real date is 1947.
I decided to keep going. But I was stopped by this huge lake. (I'm guessing the Hudson Bay). I looked back, and felt really alone. The ground was totally flat and covered in ice, there were no trees, and the sky was a huge pale expanse above me. The group near the cliffs (where the climate had been more southwestern. When did it change, anyway?) looked really far away. I actually panicked and felt almost sucked back into the wastes, but I ran back to the group somehow and decided to run back instead of forward.
Random next dream (but with the same scenery/climate as the cliffs. I think it was some hiking place. Looked like the cliffs would have belonged there) I was apparently Aziraphale. (again, ???) and I was having an arguement (as usual) with Crowley. We were part of some divine election concerning the issue of gangs and violence. I said the gangs should be wiped out. Crowley was saying there is more to them than that.
You know those dreams where you're in it, but you're also an observer and know what the dream is about? I knew at the same time this was a dream about how Crowley was actually right about this, Aziraphale was being too black and white, and Crowley was going to bring him around. Cut back to dream: Crowley said Aziraphale had to see firsthand what being inside a gang was like, so Aziraphale got transported into some random old American Western, but he was inside one of the old 'shoot and steal' bands.
Intro to one of the most violent dreams I have ever had in my life. This actually disturbed me.
The gang got caught by another. Aziraphale could hear what the rival gang was going to do. Like in Burn Notice, where you hear the voice over about how to do the perfect heist, etc. He heard, "Shoot the youngest first" and saw the guy beside me go down. He was just a kid, maybe ten or less. They shot everyone else including Aziraphale, but left him alive (but in serious pain) because he was the bookkeeper and could tell everyone where the money was, what was valuable, etc. He obliged, thinking it might save him. Then, despite his best grovelling, they took him out the front door, where there's an almost sheer drop.
They put him on his knees and pushed him down the sheer drop, simultaneously shooting him in the back of the head. The last thing I saw in my dream was myself falling down the drop. I know they shot me in the back of the head, but I didn't feel anything.
Aren't you supposed to die in real life if you die in a dream? If so, this would totally afirm my theory that the afterlife is just like normal life, because the mind holds onto what is familiar. No wonder the internet connection has been abnormally slow.
I think I need to go pass out now. There's this...ringing in my ears. I'm going off to sit down and have a glass of water.
Apparently I was part of some Mulan-esque family that thought I was waay to boyish for my own good, so they made me walk only through the shade of trees. (??? Apparently this was supposed to have some kind of ladylike effect upon me) I of course got pissed and started running away. I ran like...a very very long way, because apparently I ended up in Canada. (oh yes)
There was this cliff thing that I remember from another dream. (you know how dreams can give you false memories or carry over memories from a previous dream?) And I could either go back, go down the cliff, or keep going and circle back around. There were random Indian people at this cliff, apparently celebrating Indian Independence Day (August 15, though how my subconscious mind pulled that out, I'll never know) The date was wrong, though. It said 1965 and the real date is 1947.
I decided to keep going. But I was stopped by this huge lake. (I'm guessing the Hudson Bay). I looked back, and felt really alone. The ground was totally flat and covered in ice, there were no trees, and the sky was a huge pale expanse above me. The group near the cliffs (where the climate had been more southwestern. When did it change, anyway?) looked really far away. I actually panicked and felt almost sucked back into the wastes, but I ran back to the group somehow and decided to run back instead of forward.
Random next dream (but with the same scenery/climate as the cliffs. I think it was some hiking place. Looked like the cliffs would have belonged there) I was apparently Aziraphale. (again, ???) and I was having an arguement (as usual) with Crowley. We were part of some divine election concerning the issue of gangs and violence. I said the gangs should be wiped out. Crowley was saying there is more to them than that.
You know those dreams where you're in it, but you're also an observer and know what the dream is about? I knew at the same time this was a dream about how Crowley was actually right about this, Aziraphale was being too black and white, and Crowley was going to bring him around. Cut back to dream: Crowley said Aziraphale had to see firsthand what being inside a gang was like, so Aziraphale got transported into some random old American Western, but he was inside one of the old 'shoot and steal' bands.
Intro to one of the most violent dreams I have ever had in my life. This actually disturbed me.
The gang got caught by another. Aziraphale could hear what the rival gang was going to do. Like in Burn Notice, where you hear the voice over about how to do the perfect heist, etc. He heard, "Shoot the youngest first" and saw the guy beside me go down. He was just a kid, maybe ten or less. They shot everyone else including Aziraphale, but left him alive (but in serious pain) because he was the bookkeeper and could tell everyone where the money was, what was valuable, etc. He obliged, thinking it might save him. Then, despite his best grovelling, they took him out the front door, where there's an almost sheer drop.
They put him on his knees and pushed him down the sheer drop, simultaneously shooting him in the back of the head. The last thing I saw in my dream was myself falling down the drop. I know they shot me in the back of the head, but I didn't feel anything.
Aren't you supposed to die in real life if you die in a dream? If so, this would totally afirm my theory that the afterlife is just like normal life, because the mind holds onto what is familiar. No wonder the internet connection has been abnormally slow.
I think I need to go pass out now. There's this...ringing in my ears. I'm going off to sit down and have a glass of water.
