And so, I make another update to the dream blog. Couldn't do so yesterday, because of the fact that Veronica made me get up early and run a bunch of errands, and then I had my first day of work. I never got to touch the computer once, and in all honesty, that suited me just fine.

In any case, on with the dream.

It was actually quite a mild dream, while I managed to point out a few archetypes. The dream took place in an apartment. I'm guessing that it was one that my mom had gotten, because I was around everyone I knew from back in Pennsylvania. In any case, there was just conversation and the such, until Tim and Mindy had to leave. Mindy had a growth that looked a lot like a nipple on her elbow, but according to her, it tended to move all over her body. That's kinda freaky. I digress, however. Rose went to the kitchen and started going through the fridge, and came across some old, rotten fruit. She made a face that was very cartoonish, and tossed it into the trash can. Soon after that, I had woken up.

Last night's dream was quite....odd. Very odd, indeed.I cannot manage to find the interpretation for it.

I saw two archetypes at once last night in my dreams. My Anima, and my Shadow. I think I saw another archetype, one that's less conventional. It was a dog that was helping to protect me from the various different things that were going on around me.

It all started off with me sitting in a white room, waiting naked. I felt very peaceful and serene about it all. Suddenly, a door opens and I walk out. After exiting the door, I was fully clothed and there was a dog beside me, wagging his tail while panting a bit. Then I looked up from the dog and saw her....my Anima. My guiding spirit. She led me through a hallway, where, upon closer inspection, proved to be a hall full of cells of various sorts. People in the cells were trying to reach out to me, but the dog kept barking at them all and even bit a few of them to keep their hands away from me. Eventually, we reached the end of the hall, where there was a huge, steel door. My Anima twisted the handle and I went inside, the dog staying behind. Inside, it was pitch black with a single stream of white light coming from way up top. The light provided vision of him...my Shadow. My Shadow took on the form of myself, though with an expression that showed that he was out there. Spaced out, even. He spoke to me, though I cannot remember the words. We had a conversation that ended up with my dream self crying, and I awoke in a sweat with blood coming from my mouth.

#3

Last night's dream was relativly normal. It took place just shortly before my big move that I'm making here in a couple of weeks.

I was sitting in my room, packing, when Rose came into the door and said that she had gotten me something special before my move. I figured it was nothing major, so I follow her outside and there sits this car. It wasn't a new car, probably a model from '98, but that didn't change the fact that it was a car. A new goddamn car. The rest of the dream basically entailed me driving around, showing it off. What gets me, though, is right when I asked her where she got this car and how she was able to afford it, she opened her mouth and the opening line to "Slavery" by Nine Inch Nails, which is the song that I had chosen for my alarm to play to wake me up today, had come out. This was my alarm going off. Interesting, eh?

Odd

I don't exactly remember the first part of last night's dream too well. I was interrupted by the calling of nature which jolted me awake and rushed me to the nearest bathroom.

However, the second part I do remember. I had found my way into this apartment building. It was weird, because as I walked inside the door, it was like I was still on the outside. Both parts looked the same, and there were even miniture apartment buildings all around. Townhouses, too. I had met up with Tim, who had claimed that he had just moved into the neighborhood and wanted to show me around. We were walking along and came to this park. I saw Veronica on the swing set and sat and watched her for a bit. The swing set was promoting operating systems such as Linux and FreeBSD and others, pretty much promoting open source. In any case, I noticed that Veronica had a child on her lap. It seemed like it was happy and in good health. She let the child off of her lap, and the child got her own swing. Veronica started to swing just as I was trying to pass by. She swung higher and higher still, then veered off to the right and got herself stuck by her legs on the top of the swingset. I was confused and was trying to help her down, when I had woken up again. I grumbled and went back to sleep, and was back in that neighborhood again, only this time beyond the swing set. Tim was gone, too. I wandered past an apartment building when someone called my name. Peering into the window, I saw Devin. He told me to come inside. We talked for a while about drugs, his addictions and how it ripped him away from everyone, about the war, about how I betrayed him, etc. He started a flight simulater, and that time, the alarm went off.

And now....time for work.

Dream Entry 1

Last night was two different dreams. The first time that I went to sleep, I had to keep on waking up, due to a reoccuring nightmare. The second dream was extremely less significant, though it, too, will be mentioned here.

For the first dream, it started off the same way every time. I was sitting in a room where everything around me was black. There were no windows. It was hot, but peaceful. I saw a light come on from beyond my doorway, as it snuck through the cracks of the door. I stood up and walked over to the door and opened it up into this horrendously white hallway. Everything was white....with one exception. In this hallway were the bodies of my close friends and my family. They were all mutilated almost to the point where I could not recognize them. I walked down this hallway, my shoes collecting the blood of my loved ones onto them, trying to avoid touching the walls, which were also covered in blood. I felt panicked in the dream. Not only because I'm seeing my friends and family dead everywhere I look, but also because of the stimuli of the white hallway. I finally come to the end of the hallway, where upon I see a door with two bodies crucified to the wall on either side of it. On the right side, there was Veronica, crucified and eviscerated. On the left, there was someone that I just couldn't recognize, no matter how hard I tried. Opening the door, I am led to a bathroom. The bathroom, much like the hallway, is terrfyingly white. There is a mirror here, which I look in to. My reflection is what stirs me into the land of the wake. I see myself wearing a suit, although I'm missing the jacket and my shirt is untucked. My hair is disheveled. Everything about my apppearence is sloppy. What stirs my blood the most, however, is the fact that my body is covered with the blood of everybody, although the blood is crusted on.

The second dream, with a lot less significane, was induced by Melatonin. It was nothing more than me dreaming out an RPG. I think I will leave it at that and not even go into the details, though that's mostly because I cannot recall the details of that one as vividly as I could that nightmare.

First Post....

Yeah. This blog here is going to be specifically for the postings of my dreams and the such. No gut spilling here. You want that, you're gonna have to click here for that nonsense. This blog will be merely to open up my subconcious mind, and mostly be used as a progression tool. Nothing more, nothing less. Leave comments about things, if you want. Or don't. I don't really care.