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Bad Dreams

In my dream, I felt in my throat like I had to keep on clearing it. It is like when you have a cold and you spit up phlegm. I had so much phlegm, it was awful, and I had to keep going to the toilet and spit it out. I kept on flushing the toilet and the n the water was red, not deep red but red enough to know it was blood. The toilet over flowed a little, and the water, that was a litle bloody was dripping on the floor. Then I looked in the toilet again and there were 3 little piglets, that were dead, that seemed to have come up through the toilet.

The dream started out with me walking into my room. All of the sudden a goat appears on top of my bed and starts to take huge bites out of it. Next the bed disappears, I walk up to the goat, punch it in the face, and it falls to the ground. I decided tha t since that since I had no bed, I would sleep on the goat. So I laid down on him and went to sleep. About 3 min. passed, the goat got up, I went flying,and I landed back on my bed. The goat then walks up to me and starts to take bites out of my head. Hug e chunks of my head were gone but I wasn't bleeding. You couuld see in my head and it looked like a cake.

I was watching the news telecast and as I peered out the window a bright flash of seven colors all at once blanketed the sky. A large mushroom cloud rose and a shock wave ravaged the landscape. I suddenly had an arial view as the entire city was destroyed. I watched as destruction and chaos emminated from the fusi on cell of the bomb as it began to collapse on itself sucking in everything for 100 miles at least and then spewing it out in a 400 square mile wide energy b last followed by a wall of flame.

I dreamed that I was in my bedroom holding a baby. I don't know who the baby belonged to. I don't think it was supposed to be my babe. I looked down at the floor around me and there were razors everywhere. I was trying to hang onto the baby so that he couldn't grasp the blades. He got one, and when I looked at his eyes they were changed, they had lost their innocence. I glanced down at my wrists and saw they were bleeding, each one had been slashed. The only thought racing through my mind was that everyone would think that I had killed myself. Then the baby disappeared and I sat in my room and cried.

This seems to be a recurring nightmare theme, I'm not sure exactly how many times this fear has manifested in one form or another, nor am I sure of its meaning. Several times I'm having a normal dream of some kind when I notice a loose tooth in my mouth. Testing it with my tongue, I feel it wiggle against the other teeth when it suddenly gives way, falling out into my mouth. I can feel the sharp jagged underside of the tooth against my tongue, and taste the bitter, coppery flow of blood from the freshly toothless hole. I spit out the chunk of enamel and test the tenderness of my bleeding gums with my tongue. Suddenly I notice that the tooth next to the now missin g one is mysteriosly loose also. Fighting the now rising panic I try not to place any stress on the tooth, but it is of no use. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster all my teeth begin to fall out, until I can't even spit out the enamel chunks fast enough, my mouth begins filling up with blood and bits of broken tooth. The sense of permanent loss is overwhelmingly dismaying. In one variation while attempting to escape some pending environmental catastrophe (Hawaiin earthquake & volcano eruption I think...) by climbing down a cliff made up of couch cushions my teeth begin to fall out spontaneously. My hands are occupied holdi ng me against the cliff of cushions and all I can do is try to spit the teeth out as my mouth begins filling up. A preposterous number of teeth have fallen out at this point and I'm literally choking for air around a mouthful of slick granular chunks. I b egin to realize that not just teeth are falling out, but rocks... like enormous chunks of red clay or stucco being extruded from the tooth cavities... Then I wake up in a panic, breathing heavily and heart racing...

I dreamed that satan came to my school and converted everyone to satanism, except me because i was the only one that knew he was satan. During this one part of the dream all the satanists were flying through the sky. All the people around me thought that they looked so beautiful because they were wearing these very colorful gowns. I think that in the end I killed satan with holy water and everyone was normal again, and when I woke up I was like proud of myself because I beat him.

I came home late to my parents house. I figured everyone would be asleep. There was someone in the shadows. It was a redheaded woman pointing a gun at me. It turns out my Mom is gagged and there is an older white haired lady bringing in my Dad from the hall. It takes a while, but I finally run to my old room and call the police. Details about the arrest...blah,blah, blah...so the police arrest them and leave. My Dad goes to bed and my Mom and I stay up talking about. We start putting things together, and I get this awful feeling in my stomach. Why was my Dad acting as though this is no big deal? Then I remember, my Dad wasn't gagged nor was there a gun to his head. Why hadn't he helped my Mom? (By the way, my parents have been happily married for 34 years.) My Mom and I start to wonder, so I run into the hall to go ask my Dad about it and turns out he was standing in the hall listening to us. He has this creepy smile on his face. He says, "Well, it's no big deal, so I might as well tell you the truth. I am sick and tired of pretending. I hate you all. That was my girlfriend and she was here to kill you all". My Dad had wanted us killed, so he could keep his money and business. He had this constant smirk on his face. I cried so hard. There were many details, but my Dad was saying he never loved us. Just to fill you in: In real life I have the most loving, close relationship with my Mom and Dad and younger sister. We all get along wonderfully. We are what you would call the "Perfect Family".

It was the middle of the night, and I was only about 6 years old. I had to go to the bathroom. There was a bathroom in my parents' bedroom, so I decided to go in there. While I was in the middle of going, I heard this sound coming from the wall. As I turned my head to look, I saw a police man coming through the wall. He had brown hair, and he wore a blue uniform. He had a gun, and he pointed it at my mom who was in her bed with my dad screaming. She and my dad ran out of the house, and they left me in the bathroom. The police man turned and pointed his gun towards me after they left. That's all that happened because after that I woke up.

I am in a red room. The room is very small and all I can see are my hands but I can sense the redness engulfing me on four sides. As though it is a film, as though I have no stake in it at all, I watch my hands as a large blister slowly grows over each palm. After the blisters are completely formed, a third hand, which is also mine, appears with a lance or small letter opener. The blisters are sliced diagonally and with the interior liquid flows out several small fish. The process begins again and again, each time the same, each time cold and emotionless I watch.

I had the most disturbing dream last night. I dreamed that I was driving down the street with a dead body in the back seat. I was speeding and eventually some police officers pulled me over. I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed two women officers in the car. They gave me a speeding ticket with no mention of the dead body in the back seat. My dream kind of shifts now to where I'm in a park at night with a friend of mine. I have my seven month old son with me and my friend also has his son with him. I'm telling him about the ticket I got and how pissed off I am. Then who should come along but Satan, the prince of darkness himself. He doesn't look like the stereotypical devil, he looks like a regular guy. He makes our sons disappear and says he won't give them back to us. Then he leaves. My friend and I are very upset. We don't know what to do. I then have to get rid of the body in the back seat of my car. I can't remember how I did it but it seems to have taken a couple of days. By this time I want to see my son again. I find my friend who seems to have made a deal with Satan and his son has been returned. My friend tells me that the Devil told him that he diagnosed my son and that he will grow up with no gentalia and that he will have a disease where his flesh peels off to the bone. My friend doesn't seem to be very sympathetic to my problem. He seems sort of amused. I'm totally pissed at this point so I decide to go to the Devil's house and get my son. The next thing I remember is showing up at where the Devil lives. He lives in a broken down apartment that's like 20 stories up. I enter the apartment and I see my son rolling around on the floor all happy and playing. I lean down and give him a love pat on his diapered bottom. He seems fine. Then I turn my attention to the devil who is eating dinner with his chubby wife at the dinner table. He motions to the food inviting me to eat. I stroll to the table. I'm pissed off and determined that I'm not gonna make a deal with him. I'm gonna leave there with my son and that was that. I see on the table a large pot half filled with chicken and rice. It had chicken bones in it and I realize that this food will put me in a trance. I point at the food and yell, "I'm not going to eat that food!" I wake up...

I was walking down the street when a car pulled up in front of me two big guys got out and dragged me in, I was screaming but nothing came out of my mouth and there were people all around and they acted like nothing was going on. They took me too an aband oned house where they tortured me and they stuck a cigarett in my eye. I was soaked in blood and I saw one guy sharpening a knife and he walked up to me and cut off my tongue and all my fingers so i wouldnt be able to communicate. they did not wear masks and I still remember what they look like and I think it has to do with the murder I witnessed a week ago they were choking a woman with a plastic bag and I was walking by the alley they were in, and one of them looked up at me, thats the guy who cut off my tongue.

It all starts in school, I don't know what grade I'm in, we seem to have moved all of our desks into the 5th grade hallway. Then, the bell rings and everyone jumps out of their seats and runs out the door. I look up and I can see it's going to rain, but I don't care. Every kid who had been in the school building ran to the same place. The pool. I've never been to this one but I know what I'm doing. All the changing rooms are full so I go outside and change in a tent. A girl peaks her head in and tells m e I can't do that but I ignore her. When I've got my swim suit on I distinctly remember looking at my pink shirt that says WHATEVER on it and watching it change from pink to orange. I ignore that, too, and run over to the pool. The water is a very dark bl ue, but it looks welcoming. I jump in. The water is warm, but then it starts to rain. That water is cold, and I don't like it so I run to the woods behind the pool, woods that had never before been there. I keep running to get away from the rain, but then I look down and see that the ground is covered in worms. I scream and run faster. Up ahead I notice 2 buildings hooked together. One is well built and pretty, but it gives me a bad feeling. The other one is not as well built, but there is a robin there , giving me a feeling of safety. So I choose the one that is built sort of shabily. The robing flies off and I see that someone is running over to me. It's my 7 year old sister Cassi, like me she has her swimsuit on, and we're both barefoot. She yells 'Da d said we have to go!!' But then the rain gets harder, so she gets in the other building, the one keeping all of the rain out. After a few seconds I ee my dad and my uncle Bob coming towards us. 'Come on' they yell, but they go pick Cassi up so she doesn' t have to walk on the worms in her bare feet. "What about me?" I yell because that rain is blocking my voice. "You walked on them to get here, you can walk on them now." is his reply. Then he and my uncle Bob run off throught the woods, my Dad holding Cassi close so she doesn't get too wet. I step out of the building and start to run back, and just as I'm waking up I look back to see I big vannila colored dog eating the worms next to the building almost like spagehti.

It was not like any other dream I ever had. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shinning and the birds chipping away. The sky was blue and the flowers were beautiful. There was no even a single cloud in the sky. I was the only there. There was no one to be seen. I wished someone who come. Nobody came. I sat down on the grass and though for a friend, and that person appear next to me. I was surprised. I thoough of another friend and he too appear next to me. I though for a moment that maybe whoever I though just appear. And so I though about my other clos e friends and they too appear. Now this was fun. But I knew that I was in my astral body. Then suddenly, the blue sky disappeared, the birds were gone, the trees were losing their leaves and the flowers were too gone. The sky was dark. I could see tears i n everyone's eyes. Everyone was sad. What was happening? I did not know. I wished everything would come back to the earlier environment. But nothing change. Oh God, what is going on. All of sudden, there was this big explosion. It just looked like a nucle ar disaster. The sky was red, there was nothing left. Everyone around me were gone reduce ashes. There was nothing left to see. Only dirt, dirt, pure dirt. I was the only one left. The world had come to end.