WakeOfAshesPosts: 21,665destroyer of motherfuckers
Fine. It's for my Creative Writing class. It's not very graphic, it's just some people (i.e. the staff here at the college) might take it the wrong way. But I'm still turning it in tomorrow.
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.
what was the outcome of turning this in? I would have guessed it wouldnt go over well.
I was in the middle of a dream where after a minute I knew I was dreaming...I ran across the street to get something and ended up falling in this deep ass ditch that I knew I couldn't make it out of and would soon die. I sank to the bottom, kicked my way up, grabbed a breath and hit the abort button and woke up...I jumped up confused as hell.
I was sleeping in class Friday and then for some reason I just SNAPPED awake really fast. I hate it when stuff like this happens. Like I woke up with the loud gasp and everything, and everyone looked.
drinkwine732Posts: 20,418destroyer of motherfuckers
Dreams? Shit, I haven't had one of those in years.
I went maybe four years without one until a few months ago. That dream tripped me out to shit because I had no clue what was going on, I'd forgotten what they work like.
Had a dream from way out of left field. This guy who, in the dream was related to me, threw a hawk at someone else I knew. The hawk then flew away, but an eagle had saw what he did. The po'd eagle desides to help that hawk, and for some reason they start fighting a helicopter....After awhile the heli turns into a blimp, and throughout the battle it drops a submarine that lands in my driveway and almost kills me. So then I tell everyone one I know.
i woke up crying... alex had randomly stopped talking to me so i thought we were over and then i get this random kid passing me a letter from this chick that i have no idea who she is with pictures of her and alex and saying so back off her boyfriend and that hell never ever want me when he has her thats when i woke up but i calmed myself down and went back to sleep the fucking dream continued in this part he tried calling like a million times and i just didnt answer we were definetly over
i don't remember what the dream was but i remember having a death angel song playing in my head or i was listening to it or something and then when i woke up, the song was playing in my head. it kinda tripped me out for a second
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I was in the middle of a dream where after a minute I knew I was dreaming...I ran across the street to get something and ended up falling in this deep ass ditch that I knew I couldn't make it out of and would soon die. I sank to the bottom, kicked my way up, grabbed a breath and hit the abort button and woke up...I jumped up confused as hell.
alex had randomly stopped talking to me so i thought we were over and then i get this random kid passing me a letter from this chick that i have no idea who she is with pictures of her and alex and saying so back off her boyfriend and that hell never ever want me when he has her
thats when i woke up but i calmed myself down and went back to sleep
the fucking dream continued
in this part he tried calling like a million times and i just didnt answer
we were definetly over
I'm tempted to tell this to the "dream interpreters" I have at my school.
Wait... am I an android?? :-S