User:Hypnagogia/Assorted Dreams

None of these dreams are mine. Mine'll probably go on a different page.

The Rarest Tape
I had this dream that involved people who collect rare VHS tapes. I never saw any of them, I just knew that's what they did. They discussed what they had over some kind of intercom thing.

One guy was bragging that he had "The rarest tape of them all," and all the other tape collectors were jealous/wanted to see it.

Then, there was like skip in the dream, or I forgot a part. But this absolutely atrocious, evil sounding voice piped up on the intercom that "he had the tape now." I somehow knew that this meant that he killed the original owner to get the tape.

The next thing I saw was the contents of the tape. I know it was a tape because when it started, it had those lines that recorded tapes get.

It was a man sitting in a chair, in a real fancy house, there was a fireplace beside him with gold shit on top of it.

Skin was covering his entire face. He was desperately trying to scream through the skin, but it was quite muffled. I could see blood pooling on the inside of the face skin. I also somehow knew that this man was in unable to breathe, and was in constant agony because of it, and couldn't die.

All the while, the scariest music I have ever heard played in the background. I literally just got goosebumps thinking about it. I can't really describe it, it was sort of like this song was a backing track: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMlj-OEzETg It was soft, and low-key, but I was absolutely horrified.

It was the first time I ever woke from a nightmare and was too scared to open my eyes.

Sometimes, I'll be having a normal dream, and that God-awful music will start, and I'll bolt awake.

Last night, I dreamed that I was hiking down some trail, just having a normal ass dream. That music started coming from the woods, and I woke up.

Recurring Cruise Ship Dream
One of the frequently recurring dreams I used to have;

I would suddenly snap into awareness on a bed in a small, sparsely furnished room. Everything seemed to be drabbed in gray, sort of a monochrome look to it, with grime formed on it all. I'd stand up, rubbing my eyes, then walk out the door and into a long narrow hallway filled with dozens of the same. Slowly, I'd make my way out down the end of the hallway and find myself on the deck of a cruise ship- everything was there still, but there wasn't a person to be found, and everything looked like it had been left in a hurry- giving the sensation that I'd been forgotten on it for whatever reason. One of the visuals that always hangs with me is the horizon; it's always a sort of endless, dull grey and black (the water being a translucent ebony.) and the sky just faintly glowing with sun through the clouds in the distance.

After a short while, I'd always head back into the ship to explore a bit. Every time I had the dream it varied just where I'd walk around, various rooms and service stations, et cetera- but I'd always end up at some big banquet dining area, which was littered with the remains of a party now vacant of people (though, strangely, there wasn't any food anywhere whatsoever. Even with everything in a mess, the dishes were all clean and pristine- it really stood out in my mind.

Every time I had the dream I'd then make my way back into the kitchen because (oh, so very wonderful...) I began to hear some shaking, grinding, whining sound. It always compelled me to investigate. I'd push my way back through swinging doors, and wander along all of the stoves toward the back corner of the room, where a huge smoke vent was shaking and buckling, hanging from the ceiling. It filled me with such a terrible dread, yet I could never stop myself from leaning under it and looking up inside-- and I would always see something that made my heart freeze up and sting, so mortified that I was ready to puke-- and it always woke me up before I could see what it was.

I know it's my brother
2 nights ago I had the worst dream I've ever had. To understand it, you need to know that my only brother died three years ago.

It starts out and I'm 8 years old standing on a large open lawn. It's early summer and the sky is turning red the way it does when the sun is just starting to set. I look around and notice that there are row after row of white chairs set up on the lawn and a large stage at one end. I realize that I am at a graduation ceremony. Even though I'm only 8 this makes sense. The ceremony has apparently just ended and everyone is leaving. There are only a few people left when I spot my best friend standing near the stage. Only it's not my best friend. It looks like my best friend but somehow I know it's my brother. And I know that after this graduation I'll never see him again. So I run over to him and hug him as tight as can screaming that I don't want him to go. He smiles and tells me not to cry, that it's getting dark but we have time to play one more game of hide-and-seek before he has to leave. I woke up crying like a baby and am crying now just typing this.

What could be on the other side of the door
Once I dreamed that I went downstairs into the basement, and it was a huge cave, leading into some old storage areas, that were almost totally dark and filled with old furniture. Oh, and evil. Lots of evil.

Another is that if I go upstairs (it's 2 story), there's a door leading to a 2nd story outdoor area...like a huge courtyard on the roof (not actually there IRL), with some weeds kinda overgrown. It's very realistic and actually kinda cool...I wish it WAS there. There are rooms along the side walls...one is a beautifully furnished expensive bedroom, all in white...but creepy. I don't like to go in there. Then there are stairs on the outside to a third story, and on that is a door, leading to another story. This is where it gets bad.

I open the door, and there is a plain staircase, walls painted white, clean, not bright but not poorly lit. /I cannot go up the staircase./ If I do, I get to the landing, where it goes around. I know at the top is a door. But I can't open it, and usually I can't even go too far up, sometimes I can't even go in. I get this horrible creepy feeling...I get it now just thinking about it. A feeling of indescribable terror...of what is on the other side of the door. Must be an Old One or something.

The Underlined Word "Art"
The dream begins in a very strange rather inexplicable situation where I'm faced with three men with guns-- off to the side are several people I recognize as friends, though I don't know any of the faces-- just that feeling. At first it's all sort of a blur, and something happens to distract the gunmen- I manage to overpower one and take his gun, and shoot all three of them before running outside of the rather bland warehouse-type area with the 'friends'. We pile into an SUV outside the building, and begin to tear off down the road and into the night. It's winter, and there's damn near nobody around as we pass through town, with all the buildings and stores looted and abandoned, a few straggling people running about with weapons. One of the four with me suddenly jumps out of the vehicle without a word and runs off into an alley, but we keep driving anyways.

We end up at the edge of town at the entrance of some huge industrial complex, the sort that looks a lot like Dow Jones' facilities. We pull up to the grimey building, and it's snowing heavily at this point, and crash through the fence-- somehow we've all got thick coats and goggles now, and forge our way inside.

Immediately indoors is a huge lift type deal that traverses a diagonal descent. We all get onto it, then start off down into the depths. After a good long while, it stops at the bottom, and we're at the loading platform for some underground tram railway, a few dozen others are milling onto the train. There are some armed guards, and we hear something over an intercom about time remaining but I don't know for -what-.

Now the dream starts getting really surreal. As the tram is going deeper into the earth, I start to notice that a lot of the other passengers look quite sickly, eyes bulging, hair falling out, etc. I go to exit the car we're in, and see through the glass what looks like a phone booth between them, and standing in it is a greasy-haired incredibly pale man in a ratty trenchcoat, staring with bulging eyes, slowly rocking forward and back, staring into the car. Suddenly his jaw drops open and he begins to puke up huge amounts of sickly yellow water-- we're talking absurd amounts, far too much to be in a human body. He continues to retch and heave, rapidly flooding the passage between cars.

At this point I turn to tell the 'friends' with me that this is all wrong, and find three of them dead, looking bloated and drowned, the rest of the passengers looking much the same-- only one of them remains with me, now wearing a gas mask--- they offer me one, but for some reason I turn it down. Glancing back to the puking man, he's now floating in the liquid, quite thoroughly drowned-- and then the tram stops, opening up. The last friend and I walk out and are greeted to the sight of tons of refugee looking sorts, but all of them appear rather well-to-do. There's scientists walking hurriedly about, and a few dozen armed soldiers on watch. A man rushes up to us whom looks -exactly- like Jack Nicholson in the trailer to Anger Management when he's laughing and nodding; he immediately hands me one of those thick screwdrivers with the hollow handle you can fill with bits, and asks me to solve it.

For some reason, I immediately go to work twisting, squeezing, and pressing numerous buttons on the thing, and it begins to unfold and adjust like something out of a hellraiser movie. An intercom beeps overhead, and notes that there's twenty minutes remaining until the /world ends/. By now the 'puzzle' thing is quite immense, and I'm sweating my ass off working through it, all the scientist sorts watching now. I get distracted for a moment, hearing the final friend yell for me not to do it, then they're shot by the soldiers. I continue, and this goes on for the duration of the countdown. At the last minute, the whole puzzle contraption fades away, solved-- and inside is a teal post-it note pad. Written on the pad in chickenscratch is simply the underlined word 'Art'.

Video Game Cult
I did have one sleep paralysis episode where I could suddenly hear really loud video game music...the kind of music you'd hear on an old NES game, and I was sure that it was some video game cult that was going to bust in through my window and sacrifice me. That made me laugh when I fully woke up.

Lock, Shock, & Barrel
I went from a pretty interesting dream, in which Lock, Shock and Barrel were holding Jack hostage, and I was peering in the window at them. Suddenly, they turn and yell, because they've noticed me. I wake up instantly as I'm trying to react-- except I can't move, or breath for that matter, and all I can see is a dark humanoid shape in my doorway out of the corner of my eye. It gets closer and closer to my bed, but never loses that corner-of-your-eye blurriness. Suddenly, I can breath again and the blur-figure is gone. Creepy. As. gently caress.

Spiny Crab Spider Things
I remember next to nothing from my early childhood, but I remember the kind of hosed up poo poo I used to see when I'd get sleep paralysis. I would hallucinate horrible spiny crab spider things. I'd turn the light on and see them crawling on it. Several times I hallucinated the floor being completely covered in them, and I'd scream and one of my parents would come and turn the light on, and enter the room, and the things wouldn't go away.