weird dreams.. (one)

I've dreams alot.. almost every night.. but then it's said that people dream every night but they just don't remember those when the morning comes.. 🙂
it seems that, then, I'm lucky(??) to remember many dreams..almost every night that is..

most my dreams are weird, I'd say..
people from rl or people I actually know and interacts with this world hardly appear in my dreams..
most figures in my dreams are total strangers.. it's like 98% of the time I dream about strangers..

I'm not myself in my dreams, too, often times..
sometimes I am a man..a young man..a soldier.. or an middle aged man.. or a boy
or a woman..but still not myself.. a foreigner..a different race.. sometimes I am not even human..

I've got killed, been murdered in my dreams as well..
there's a dream in which I appeared as a soldier..a caucasian..aged around 25 or so..I was rolling in the mud..it was in the middle of a war.. I could hear the twang sounds of bullets flying right next my ears.. my vision was dim..because mud got in my eyes and my body was so tired of crawling on the ground for hours so far..

then I was captured by the enemy..and locked up in a jail..the floor was rock hard and all my clothes..soldier uniforms were wet and dirty..I was all alone in the cell..there was a small window on the wall..weak lights were coming through the light..and with that I tried to find a way out of the prison.. then the door of the jail opened.. there was another enemy soldier..he lifted me up by my elbows..very roughly and when I resisted, fought back, he kicked me hard in my gut..I stumbled down on the floor, wrapping my arms around the now churning stomach..

and the dream ended there..

that was quite a unique dream.. since I've never experienced any real war..and never been a soldier.. the experience was very foreign and new to me..

and there is this another dream..and in it I was a boy.. age of 6 or 7
the time set was sometime around the 18th century or so.. I had blond hair
I had parents and an older sister.. I was loved by them..
but unfortunately, one day, both my parents and my sister met a horrible accident while they were traveling countryside.. their carriage was over turned and all of them died right there..

that left me as a sole heir of the estate..of my parents..
so I inherited vast lands and lots of wealth as my parents were very well off and from a powerful family..

but I was too young to run the estate..so there was a man..my uncle, my father's younger brother..
he became my guardian.. and I trusted him and it seemed he cared much about me also..

however, one day I was about to go on a picnic with my uncle..
he walked with me when we arrived some forests in my estate..
then he took out a gun and shot me in the head..
yes, he killed me so that he could have the estate and money for himself..

the dream was unique in a sense that when the uncle shot me, the point of view changed.. right before the shooting, it was the first person point of view..I was the one who was experiencing things first hand..
but at the moment the bullet hit my forehead..the point of view changed..to the third bird eye one..
so I could watch myself bleeding from my head to death..somewhat hovering in the air.. well, some could say that it was like a soul leaving one's body and observing one's own body..

that was a new experience as well.. kind of experiencing death (which I have not experienced in real life.. well unless I really die in rl lol)..first hand-ly & as an outsider also

well, a quite cold blooded man my uncle was.. killing an innocent boy age of 6 or 7 to take up his fortune..😢

I have recurrent dreams about WW1 in which I am a French kid who gets pulled out of my home and put on the front line. They always have this signature melancholy to them.

early this morning I had a dream.. all my recent dreams have one common feature..which is me flying, floating in the air.. it's not like flying through clouds and up in the sky, like a superman.. it's a bit closer to floating above the ground.. sometimes just one foot high.. other times about 3 meters.. or some other times maybe 10 or 15 storeys building high.. and rare times.. at clouds height.. also very rare occasion.. me watching over our planet, the earth from the outer space.. the last one was a very cool experience.. lol like, I've never had galactic trips yet (there's a british company for a space travel..virgin galactic..) .. but I've experienced it in my dream! lol

so this morning's dream had that flying feature in it lol

I was a high school student, but did not look like anything I once used to be about a decade ago..i.e., I was a different person from my real self .. again .. lol

it was lunch time..though almost over.. but I hadn't had my lunch yet and determined to get it before the class resumed.. so I thought I could run to a cafeteria.. well, I would be late..like, for about 10-15 minutes, but fuck that lol.. because my empty stomach demanded!

so my (supposed) short trip to the cafeteria began.. and well, I was going there..by flying lol not high fly, but about 2-3 meters high.. funny, too, that I was carrying this half foot x three feet about fabric..made of white, pure cotton..which I sat myself on and with the help of that cotton fabric, I could fly myself lol..

so I was flying, sitting on that cotton fabric..towards the cafeteria..and soon arrived there
unfortunately for me, all good food stuff was sold out as I arrived there too late..😢
so I decided to try some other eatery..for some strange reason (of course, it's a dream..and even my dream that is..my dreams are nothing, but full of weirdness lol) there was a food section one can find from a department store..connected to the school.. lol

therefore, I kept flying (or being floating) and went to the food section.. there were alot of people..doing shopping.. just like a big food mall.. again, my bad luck..the place was too crowded and I thought if I were to purchase any, then I'd have to wait in a long line.. so I decided to try out another place.. which was ahead of me.. an upscale food store.. like the ones ran by famous chef, only good organic food, luxurious stuff, serve their foodstuff to very prestigious hotels' restaurants..

so I arrived that fancy food store.. and there I found a girl.. age of 20 or so
she was somehow..sort of my archenemy lol (I did not know from where this notion came lol but right when I saw her, I did not like her lol) .. ah, yes, she was super pretty though lol

she cringed me as she saw me as I did her lol.. then she reached out her arms and caught my dear flying cotton fabric..and tore into two! :o

I was like 'wtf are you doing?!' but then she said 'if you're flying, I should be flying, too'
and somehow my anger quickly disappeared there lol and I sighed and said 'well, okay, then you could use the other part of the fabric.. just follow me, imitate me..and you should be able to fly like me'

so she did..and together we got out of the store..then just kept floating, going on..
till encountered a group of women who just were locked up in a store..I could see them through the store window and they were asking for my help..so I opened the door from the outside..let them out..

but when they got out of the store, they started whining about the store, like 'terrible! this fucking store locked us up!' .. then began to smashing the store window..
I thought it was wrong..so I tried to stop them but they banged the window and just started to leave the spot..

I was upset with them so when they got on their car, I said to myself 'fuck bitches..go wreck your stupid car!'

..and I heard clashing sounds right after that..I looked back and the car crushed into a nearby tree..
I thought 'perhaps..? seriously?' looking at the girl I met at the food store, saying, experimentally 'okay, another car clash?' and bam! the women's car banged into the tree again (I did not check to see if they were alright.. well I was too surprised with all this..)

I was still doubtful..the clashes could've been pure coincidence.. so this time I decided to try something entirely different..

I said 'okay..let it rain..no, drizzle over only two of us!'
then really some rain..started to sprinkle over me and the girl who was right next to me.. the drizzle was hitting my face and hand which I was holding up in the air..in a test of my theory - that is whatever I say, it becomes reality -

thus my theory proved right..
I was pleased lol

and just right there.. I was going to order out something more interesting..
I woke up from the dream!

ah..shame lol

but hopefully there would be a continuation of this.. because I have had dreams and some following ups a few n

nights or a few months after.. or even some years later..

..and after waking up, the first thought came to me was 'lol.. that was somewhat similar to deathnote.. but way cooler? you need the death note and it only can take lives.. but with that ability from my dream.. I could do so many things!'


super power! yay! lol

actually I was woken up from this morning's dream by a phone call.. lol .. I should've turned off my smart phone before bed lol

Posted by Tornadoday16
I have recurrent dreams about WW1 in which I am a French kid who gets pulled out of my home and put on the front line. They always have this signature melancholy to them.

how does your dreams turn out in or towards the end? just curious.. :o

Sometimes they end when I killed. One time there was an enemy tank that came around and I was like, "uh oh" and the dream ended right before it fired. But sometimes I wake up in what seems to be the middle.

The main part that strikes me about them is the atmosphere. Rural France in the early 20th Century. It's all very grave and sad yet even a little romantic.

Posted by Tornadoday16
The main part that strikes me about them is the atmosphere. Rural France in the early 20th Century. It's all very grave and sad yet even a little romantic.

interesting..
in my war dream.. I could not tell what the exact time period.. maybe it wasn't based on real history at all (assuming from my other dreams.. lol .. most are like 'wtf? so weird dreams?!')
but I got a feeling that the time set was around sometime.. 1940s or 50s.. probably in some SEA region.. me as an american soldier..

yours does sound a bit melancholy..

Yea, dreams are funny how they get in your head. I guess WW1 really made an impression on me when I learned about it in school, it was just such a ridiculously brutal conflict.

Your a good writer by the way. That's why I like reading your posts. Your style is very flowing 🙂