I find dreams to be intriguing.. especially those with lots of symbolism (which mine often seem to have). I was thinking it would be cool if everyone posted one (or more) dream they had that they thought to be meaningful, or just interesting.
Here's my entry:
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We were driving along, my dad and I, and I was thinking about the difference between dreams and waking life... I was looking around in my dream, trying to find something out of place, something not quite detailed enough.. but everything was there. Every cloud in the sky was the right shape and color, the grass swayed with the wind and the perfect amount of light reflected off of every single blade.
And I thought to myself, ?The feeling changes.. that's the only difference. The feeling of a dream is different.? Because I knew I was dreaming. Then I thought, ?The feeling of waking life changes every day.. What if I'm just dreaming a different dream every time I wake up? What if it gets more and more real every morning and I just don't notice because I assumed everything was as real as it could be yesterday??
Then we drove by this guy standing in his yard. He looked like a hick farmer guy.. Overalls, and a big bushy beard.. But he looked friendly. So my dad says, ?Let's stop and talk to this guy.? Out of the blue. I thought it was a good idea, so we stopped and I walked over to him as my dad wandered around the yard aimlessly. The stranger sat down on his porch and I sat next to him. ?Hey.? I said. ?What's your name?? ?Jason.? He says back.
?How you doing today, Jason?? I asked him. Jason just stared blankly ahead of him for a minute, and then I noticed he had a revolver sitting next to him. He raised it and put the barrel in his mouth. ?You don't want to do that.? I said to him. He glanced over at me. He looked sad and exhausted, and he whimpered like a scared little kid.
?You have people to live for.? I said. He shook his head and talked around the barrel, ?No, I don't.? I reached over and touched his shoulder. ?You do now.? I said. He started to cry, and I hugged him- just reached over and embraced him, in all his unwashed-armpit, farm-fresh stink. He was shaking like a leaf.
I took the gun from him, and carried it to his fence, and looked down at it. It wasn't a gun anymore. It was a dead piece of wood vaguely shaped like a gun. I threw it over the fence into the woods where it belonged. Then I turned and all three of us walked back up towards the road.
Then I woke up.
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Anyone else have a dream they think is interesting, that they'd like to share?
EDIT: P.S.. Sorry if someone's already done something like this, I did a search and didn't see anyhing like it.
Edited by evilchipmunk (08/06/04 11:32 AM)
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