le gochikkuchocho (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gothikbutterfly) wrote,@ 2007-07-20 17:17:00 |
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This morning I had a weird dream. The part that really stuck out was that I was running from this evil creature, I think it was a robot. I was trying to hide from it and I finally found a hiding place in a bathroom. I locked the main door, then went into a stall and locked myself into there. Then there was a knock on the door and a voice called from the other side to let them in. I let her in, a small statured teen with a black lolita dress on, black hair, pale skin. I told her not to let anyone else in. I knew the girl somehow, but that was just in dream world. I hid in my stall again and there came another knock. It was another voice that I recognized, but I knew something was wrong about it. I told the lolita girl to not let her in, but she did anyways. The sheer terror that I felt when the door opened. It was our friend, but she had the robot creature with her, standing behind her surrounded in blue light. It was creating a hologram of the girl, but it looked like the little holograms on star wars. Shotty and blue.
I freaked and ran outside of the bathroom, past the robot. I knew that I was somehow stuck inside a movie or a game, but I didn't know how to shut the power off to get back to the "real world". I figured the only way to do it was to kill myself. I ran into a dinning room and hopped up on the tables to try and get away from the robot. I jumped from table to table. I saw a man dressed in army fatigues and asked if he had his field knife on him. He did. I grabbed the knife and kept running over the tables. I decided that I had to slit my throat or my wrists, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it... So I found an open window. I climbed onto the roof and realized I was two stories up. The only way for me to kill myself would be to jump off of the building, but since it wasn't far up, I'd have to land perfectly to snap my neck. I took a running start and lept off.
Everything went slow motion from then on. I slowly rolled in the air, turning my back to the ground, and my head was aimed to the ground. I felt free, falling wasn't scary, it was beautiful. I slowly made my way to the ground, but I could feel my feet weighing down. It was too late to readjust, so my feet was turning my head up. I wouldn't die now, just hurt myself incredibly. I landed on the ground, hard, on my upper back (shoulder blades). I laid there for a bit, going into 3rd person mode. I saw people getting up from their tables and running towards me. Then everything gets black.
Then I have Anthony's arms around me and we're walking away from where I had landed, others are walking with me as well. Turns out, the whole thing was fake. I was in a movie, but I wasn't told that. The director wanted the real emotions showing through. So it was a good thing I didn't actually kill myself, cause then I would be dead.
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There was more to that dream, but I can't remember it all and don't have the time to type it all. That was the main thing that stuck with me.
I dream quite a bit about restrooms... But most of the time, they are enormous rooms, with a lot of toilets, but without anything seperating the toilets. Today was the first time that I can remember that I drempt about stalls.
I freaked and ran outside of the bathroom, past the robot. I knew that I was somehow stuck inside a movie or a game, but I didn't know how to shut the power off to get back to the "real world". I figured the only way to do it was to kill myself. I ran into a dinning room and hopped up on the tables to try and get away from the robot. I jumped from table to table. I saw a man dressed in army fatigues and asked if he had his field knife on him. He did. I grabbed the knife and kept running over the tables. I decided that I had to slit my throat or my wrists, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it... So I found an open window. I climbed onto the roof and realized I was two stories up. The only way for me to kill myself would be to jump off of the building, but since it wasn't far up, I'd have to land perfectly to snap my neck. I took a running start and lept off.
Everything went slow motion from then on. I slowly rolled in the air, turning my back to the ground, and my head was aimed to the ground. I felt free, falling wasn't scary, it was beautiful. I slowly made my way to the ground, but I could feel my feet weighing down. It was too late to readjust, so my feet was turning my head up. I wouldn't die now, just hurt myself incredibly. I landed on the ground, hard, on my upper back (shoulder blades). I laid there for a bit, going into 3rd person mode. I saw people getting up from their tables and running towards me. Then everything gets black.
Then I have Anthony's arms around me and we're walking away from where I had landed, others are walking with me as well. Turns out, the whole thing was fake. I was in a movie, but I wasn't told that. The director wanted the real emotions showing through. So it was a good thing I didn't actually kill myself, cause then I would be dead.
:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:x:
There was more to that dream, but I can't remember it all and don't have the time to type it all. That was the main thing that stuck with me.
I dream quite a bit about restrooms... But most of the time, they are enormous rooms, with a lot of toilets, but without anything seperating the toilets. Today was the first time that I can remember that I drempt about stalls.
