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The thread of your dreams
I made one a long while back, but I think it was on the old forum. Post whatever dreams you just had the previous night.
List night's was depressing for me... I went to see an Animals As Leaders headlining tour, but I forgot my CD at home and I wanted to get it signed. By the time I came back to the venue, the show was over. I died a bit inside.
List night's was depressing for me... I went to see an Animals As Leaders headlining tour, but I forgot my CD at home and I wanted to get it signed. By the time I came back to the venue, the show was over. I died a bit inside.
I love winning with women
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Well I didn't think this would be sleeping dreams so I'm going to convert my lifelong dreams or current/daily dreams into sleeping dreams
Last night I had a dream that my band and I were playing download festival after headlining a US tour
apparently the chicks dude walked in and they went in another room and it was just me and the guy to finish
afterward, his sisters walked in?
Exactly.
The Red Cloth Dream
I’ve always had this dream about giving myself a scar. It’s sort of weird. More like a daydream of sorts, at least recently. It tended to always happen during classes, well, classes in high school. The teacher would be prattling on about something and I’d look down at my hands and make my gaze follow upwards to my wrists. They were so pretty. So pristine and white, almost milky.
I could always feel myself smiling, knowing that even though I would never have the courage to go through with my sick daydream, though not entirely sure if my fantasy, if you could call it that, was that far from reality for me. Once I even thought I spoke about it aloud. Now, I know, years later, that I did not and have not gone through with it, or anything like it, but it, the dream, always seems to poke itself into the back of my mind.
I guess the first one, the very first one that I remember that is, was an actual dream. A dream that stuck with me so strongly that I continue to relive it. I was in a white dress, form fitting yet with flowing sleeves and a loose bottom. The dress looked tattered, but somehow I knew that it was just made that way, made to look like it was purity destroyed. I don’t really remember the setting of the dream, just that it was very red, crimson to be exact, with an air of blackness.
I remember that I was holding two things. A silver knife and a white satin cloth. Looking back at it now, I realize that my dream at the time was so cliché, but it’s not like I can really control my dreams.
I remember taking the knife to my left wrist. Liquid dripping outwards and slowly down my wrist. I watched the stream for a moment, completely ignoring the pain, but then again, it was a dream, so there couldn’t possibly have been pain, right? I’m not sure. I remember the urge to do it again, but deeper. Something stopped me though. Maybe my conscious mind. Maybe. Who knows? Not me, which is funny considering it was my mind. I remember pressing the cloth to the wound. I remember watching in fascination at the dark red liquid entered the fibers of the cloth. I didn’t see it as contamination, as I would have expected. It was just a change, an alteration, the morphing of something beautiful into something sad yet curious. I remember dropping the cloth, watching it float towards the floor that I could not see. I don’t remember if it made it to the floor, if there was even a floor that is. It was then that I woke up.
I may be slightly disturbed for imagining this over and over again. First off, I would never wear a white dress. That’s just not me. Second, my skin is too beautiful to destroy. Maybe I’ll just get a tattoo there. A lion perhaps, with an axe. Showing courage, strength. That’ll satisfy that. Maybe. I’m not sure.