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Post by Prince Myshkin on Nov 7, 2023 8:55:37 GMT
Just woke up from scary dream. Originally I am in Providence, R.I., but the city quickly becomes one in a different country. It may be the Netherlands or Belgium—the accents sounded Dutch. Not a major city—the buildings are too low and too few. I go into one building, which is old and historical, and a man grabs me and brings me to the basement, which is a photography studio. It’s called One Two Three Photography. He tells me someone has paid him to kidnap me, and now he’s going to break every finger on my hands. He’s going to make me sit on a seat and stick my finger through a hole in a stone wall, where he’ll crush each finger with a hammer or something. I try to keep my cool and get him talking, and he lets me talk for a surprisingly long time. At first he doesn’t seem to care that it’s taking him so long to get to the finger-crushing. I say something dumb like you never realize how much you need fingers until you’re about to lose them, or something like that? He just grunts. Eventually he gets bored and wants to get on with it, and I say I have to use the bathroom. He walks me to a huge set of nicely decorated rooms, including a bathroom. I see a bedroom and an office, among other rooms. One is full of photographic work. I grab the phone in the office and call 911. I say, “Is this the police? Do you speak English? I was kidnapped and am at One Two Three Photography. Thank you.” Why the calm “thank you,” I have no idea. He must be able to see the phone is off the hook because he bursts into the bathroom and says something, furiously. i don’t know what because I attack him with a razor that was near the shower in the bathroom. As I woke up, I saw images of myself running outside and seeing the police pull up, but I was wondering if they would believe him over me because he was their countryman. I was hoping that his finger-crushing tools were still there to confirm my story. That’s all I remember. Forgive the typos here—it’s 4 a.m. where I am, the dream just woke me up and I wanted to get it down right away. Bizarre.
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Post by SixOfTheRichest on Nov 11, 2023 23:10:04 GMT
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Post by SixOfTheRichest on Nov 12, 2023 0:15:24 GMT
Just woke up from scary dream. Originally I am in Providence, R.I., but the city quickly becomes one in a different country. It may be the Netherlands or Belgium—the accents sounded Dutch. Not a major city—the buildings are too low and too few. I go into one building, which is old and historical, and a man grabs me and brings me to the basement, which is a photography studio. It’s called One Two Three Photography. He tells me someone has paid him to kidnap me, and now he’s going to break every finger on my hands. He’s going to make me sit on a seat and stick my hand through a hole in a stone wall, where he’ll crush each finger with a hammer or something. I try to keep my cool and get him talking, and he lets me talk for a surprisingly long time. At first he doesn’t seem to care that it’s taking him so long to get to the finger-crushing. I say something dumb like you never realize how much you need fingers until you’re about to lose them, or something like that? He just grunts. Eventually he gets bored and wants to get on with it, and I say I have to use the bathroom. He walks me to a huge set of nicely decorated rooms, including a bathroom. I see a bedroom and an office, among other rooms. One is full of photographic work. I grab the phone in the office and call 911. I say, “Is this the police? Do you speak English? I was kidnapped and am at One Two Three Photography. Thank you.” Why the calm “thank you,” I have no idea. He must be able to see the phone is off the hook because he bursts into the bathroom and says something, furiously. i don’t know what because I attack him with a razor that was near the shower in the bathroom. As I woke up, I saw images of myself running outside and the police pulling up, but I was wondering if they would believe him over me because he was their countryman. I was hoping that his finger-crushing tools were still there to confirm my story. That’s all I remember. Forgive the typos here—it’s 4 a.m. where I am, the dream just woke me up and I wanted to get it down right away. A dream of sociopathic/psychopathic behaviors directed towards you. Also, it sounds like you feel a tad neurotic being in what you perceive to be a foreign country. Fingers are a symbol of dexterity too. How carefully are you traversing your life and what do you feel you need to defend? It could also be based on something you have watched on tv and the subconscious mind is looping parts of it that made you fearful.
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Post by Nalkarj on Nov 12, 2023 15:44:51 GMT
Just woke up from scary dream. Originally I am in Providence, R.I., but the city quickly becomes one in a different country. It may be the Netherlands or Belgium—the accents sounded Dutch. Not a major city—the buildings are too low and too few. I go into one building, which is old and historical, and a man grabs me and brings me to the basement, which is a photography studio. It’s called One Two Three Photography. He tells me someone has paid him to kidnap me, and now he’s going to break every finger on my hands. He’s going to make me sit on a seat and stick my hand through a hole in a stone wall, where he’ll crush each finger with a hammer or something. I try to keep my cool and get him talking, and he lets me talk for a surprisingly long time. At first he doesn’t seem to care that it’s taking him so long to get to the finger-crushing. I say something dumb like you never realize how much you need fingers until you’re about to lose them, or something like that? He just grunts. Eventually he gets bored and wants to get on with it, and I say I have to use the bathroom. He walks me to a huge set of nicely decorated rooms, including a bathroom. I see a bedroom and an office, among other rooms. One is full of photographic work. I grab the phone in the office and call 911. I say, “Is this the police? Do you speak English? I was kidnapped and am at One Two Three Photography. Thank you.” Why the calm “thank you,” I have no idea. He must be able to see the phone is off the hook because he bursts into the bathroom and says something, furiously. i don’t know what because I attack him with a razor that was near the shower in the bathroom. As I woke up, I saw images of myself running outside and the police pulling up, but I was wondering if they would believe him over me because he was their countryman. I was hoping that his finger-crushing tools were still there to confirm my story. That’s all I remember. Forgive the typos here—it’s 4 a.m. where I am, the dream just woke me up and I wanted to get it down right away. A dream of sociopathic/psychopathic behaviors directed towards you. Also, it sounds like you feel a tad neurotic being in what you perceive to be a foreign country. Fingers are a symbol of dexterity too. How carefully are you traversing your life and what do you feel you need to defend? It could also be based on something you have watched on tv and the subconscious mind is looping parts of it that made you fearful. Heh, thanks for the analysis. Part of the dream, I realize now, is easily explainable: A few nights before I saw an episode of the TV show Las Vegas in which someone kidnaps the James Caan character and at one point smashes Caan’s hand. No idea why that would stay in my mind, though (it was a not-particularly-good episode of a not-particularly-good show). I have been increasingly anxious in recent months, which may have to do with what you’re saying.
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Post by SixOfTheRichest on Nov 12, 2023 21:54:52 GMT
A dream of sociopathic/psychopathic behaviors directed towards you. Also, it sounds like you feel a tad neurotic being in what you perceive to be a foreign country. Fingers are a symbol of dexterity too. How carefully are you traversing your life and what do you feel you need to defend? It could also be based on something you have watched on tv and the subconscious mind is looping parts of it that made you fearful. Heh, thanks for the analysis. Part of the dream, I realize now, is easily explainable: A few nights before I saw an episode of the TV show Las Vegas in which someone kidnaps the James Caan character and at one point smashes Caan’s hand. No idea why that would stay in my mind, though (it was a not-particularly-good episode of a not-particularly-good show). I have been increasingly anxious in recent months, which may have to do with what you’re saying. I’d say many have been extra anxious in the past few months. The crazy world and psychos that run it aren’t doing us any favours.
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Post by Nalkarj on Nov 14, 2023 3:31:51 GMT
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Post by Nalkarj on Nov 14, 2023 17:45:50 GMT
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Post by peachy on Nov 14, 2023 17:53:08 GMT
I had a very strange dream last night. I was driving on a wide 4-lane road that I usually drive on, and a Ford Pinto (the fancy ones with the wood panel) was going to crash head on into me. I had to swerve to avoid her. I could see the driver as I swerved. It looked something like this:
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Post by 99999 on Nov 14, 2023 19:34:01 GMT
Baking a peach pie.
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Post by JHA Durant on Dec 2, 2023 10:53:59 GMT
I dreamt that I had got a job in a town about five hours drive from where I live. No idea how I applied for it or anything, but I had a vague description that the work had something to do with construction. Anyway, I got my bags packed and got on a bus. Now this is where things get confusing. Even though I'd taken the bus, I was somehow also driving my car there as well. I stopped to get some more fuel, and then suddenly I found myself in the midst of a lot of cars at the petrol station with me, and I was jammed against the bowser. I grabbed one of the nozzles, put it in my tank... and then realised it was Premium Unleaded (my car is a diesel), and I'd put about $7 worth in. Deciding it was no big deal, I put some diesel into the tank anyway and set off. Now I was back in the bus, and there were about six or so other people in the bus too. We reached the town where my job was, but the bus drove right past the work site (it looked like a bunch of prisoners digging a trench for a water pipe). The bus went to the next town, where it stopped and everyone got off. I found myself in front of a woman who was organising the work, and I asked her about the job. She responded with "what job? There's no job here matching that description!" I then realised I had nowhere to stay, and didn't know anybody there. So I went home in my car. The journey took minutes! That's about where the dream ended.
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Post by Stammerhead on Dec 17, 2023 8:21:32 GMT
I had a dream about people living above The Bank of England. Had to check on this while having my morning coffee. I think my dream lied to me.
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Post by JHA Durant on Dec 28, 2023 7:32:20 GMT
I had an interesting dream...
I dreamt that someone invented drinking water. Don't worry, water already existed, and people were drinking it, but this guy found out that if you mixed certain dry ingredients together (most of which looked like dirt, salt, sugar etc) you made your own water. It looked just like dirty water. Anyway, he bottled it, marketed it and soon it was the main form of drinkable water in the world. After a while a strange sickness began affecting both people and animals alike. Since I was one of the few who didn't drink any of this particular water, I was fine, but many of my family and friends came down with this illness, and some of my pets too. This company (It had a silly name, like Walter's Water or something) decided to make cheese as well, and it was a really crumbly brown coloured cheese with a bland taste to it (because it was probably made with dirty "water" lol). Finally I had enough, and I told my mother that it was this "water" that was causing the illness, and that I was going to do something about it. She got very angry with me and tried to stop me, and I said to her something that made her disown me on the spot (it was a pretty good one liner, but I don't really remember how it went now). Next thing I know, I've committed terrorist acts against key members of the company, including the inventor, whom I straight up assassinated by blowing up his car with an RPG when he was leaving his home for work. Seriously, I didn't take up my concerns with the company, or go to the media or the authorities, I just went full IRA! In amongst all these happenings, there were little vignette segments within the dream, the best one I could remember was a 7 year old kid getting a motorbike for Christmas, and his elderly grandmother warning that he'd kill himself on that bike. Shortly after, while doing a wheelie, he crashed into the grandmother and (presumably) killed her on impact.
So yeah, a pretty crazy one!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2023 23:24:43 GMT
Electric sheep, bruh!
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Post by Earthlings on Dec 30, 2023 17:50:25 GMT
Watched Match Point movie last night and had a dream about this woman.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jan 18, 2024 16:31:46 GMT
I dreamt that I had to fly to Virginia for work. Just as we’re descending, the plane starts to go crazy—flying upside down, looping like a roller coaster, going between buildings. Then it’s back to normal—normal by dream logic, that is, because we land on the street, right in front of my hotel.
“Oh,” I say, “that’s great, it’s door-to-door service.”
I get out of the plane and walk in the hotel, which—I suddenly realize—is also my office. The office is on the top floor, my hotel room is below that. Again, this seems perfectly normal to me. To get in, I have to go through a metal detector and get patted down, à la airport security. (Normal?) But I keep setting off the metal detector. I take my wallet out of my pocket; I still set the thing off. I take off my glasses; still goes off.
Eventually I must have been able to get through, because my next memory is that I’m inside the hotel-office and my mother is there. I check my watch. “Oh,” I say, “it’s only 2:00. We still have time to go to Disneyland.”
You see, my office-hotel—in Virginia—apparently abuts a manmade canal that leads to Disneyland (in, need I say, California). You wait near the canal for a boat to show up, and the boat takes you down the canal, past all these other hotels, to Disneyland.
Mom and I never made it to Disneyland, alas. I don’t know why; maybe I kept getting stuck in the metal detector? Something about this vaguely seems like a Buñuel movie.
Funnily enough, a canal to Disneyland or Disney World is one of several reoccurring imaginary locations in my dreams. Where it is, exactly, seems to change every time I dream of it. This is the first time that I can remember it being connected to an office, hotel, or Virginia though.
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