I was trying to retrace my steps to get to the beginning of a maze and wanted to turn to the left, but something was turning me to the right and ended up falling down.
Dream began with me watching things in the 3rd person perspective.
I was in the living room.
Things looked decrypted and time tarnished. I noticed floorboards rotted, wall paper falling. The ceiling was brown with watermarks. I took a quick glance at the room when an instant rush of fear and helplessness struck me, as I noted a dark figure standing near the center of the room. Just about 20 feet in front of him, was the door leading to the porch in front of the house. Above the door there was an inscription; I could not read it. While trying to read what was on the wall I heard steady footsteps on the porch outside? Somebody knocked on the door..... The dark figure opened the door, as the door opened I noticed it was a blonde looking woman in a sea blue dress.
As she walks in the dark figure causes me to see an impulse of red light and a small physical shock. I noticed when I seen the initial red flash it had an eye inside it.
The only way to describe it would be as if somebody had shot a red laser into your eye wille it causing you to see hallucinations.
After this the inscriptions on top of the door started to bleed.
Things really start getting strange.
The woman starts walking towards the dark figure. As she is walking her body begins to change. Her face, eyes, legs all started to wrinkle up. Then the dark figure pointed across the room. There's a plastic 5 gallon jug lying in the corner. She walked over to it in a horrific manner, rushed back over and got on her knees. She grabbed the bucket and poured it over her face. Her body began to melt and peel off. Her eyes melted and all that was left was a skull. Still alive she then dragged the skull through the left over pool of acid and body parts still on the wooden floor.
First a little girl came to my door asking for a safe place to stay until she could get someone to come get her saying that her mom was irate and she wanted to call her aunt and when her aunt got there her aunt told her her mom was watching her from across the street. The girl looked outside and her mom was out there and started chasing her and when the girl got to the steps the mom turned into a black flying object with piercing red eyes and when it tried to pass the steps it could not. When looking into the eyes I felt pain, hurt, fear, and sorrow.
Its noon / evening. a friend cuts watermelon. im on my bike walking down the street with another girl, i get interrogated by a cop / police / agent about something, he's wearing really dark shades / sunglasses and has a gruff voice. i see my ex boyfriend riding a recumbent bicycle, with dark shades on and black hair blowing in the wind. i tell my friend and we set him up, she goes to talk to him and i follow behind, later coming to greet him and we go together to my old schoolyard / playground , these spirits start appearing and suddenly so does he. a chimera / anthropomorphic / hybrid creature appears, eclipsed by sunlight, a duck / goose and cow, who i can hear mooing in the distance. i need to stop eating animals / go vegetarian. i see a naked blonde woman pushed against a stone wall, looking as if she's mourning. a pair of giant hands come and nearly rip her apart. there are vast fields and farm land. i see women begin marching in in unison, all wearing the same uniform and they begin to chant. this feels like repentance. im taken to a room where only women are allowed, its a bath house, we each take turns sitting in a chair and getting cleansed. i go to put on my sandals, navy and blue, i accidentally put on the wrong ones and theyre too big / wrong size / not mine / dont fit, i try on the second pair and they fit just right, like theyre mine. theres water on the tiled floor. everyone is equal in this process, each person going through the steps. they all began chanting in unison, and i begun singing a song of my own
In my dream I see monkeys and a grey wolf. They were coming up to me quickly. I told them to stop. They preceded towards me. I roared like a lion. They stopped in their steps. The grey wolf turned into an eagle. The eagle bowed its head to me.
I was working at a daycare, but not my usual one, one I was filling in for. It was almost in a summer camp type setting. I was filling in for different lunch breaks, nothing particularly memorable going on. I was walking across the dirt parking lot after just talking with boss and a car was slowly approaching from the driveway entrance. There was a Muslim lady driving a dark brown Sudan, she also worked at the center. She looked to the right before entering the parking lot. I saw a child walking /running freely as if it were a summer camp and kids were roaming free run from somewhere and was to the left of the car. I put my arm up to point at the girl and yell at both to be careful, make sure they were aware of each other , but I could get my breath out in time and lady turned left running over the child. It was almost as if she got sucked under. I ran over, people had gathered , the Muslim/nikab wearing women was asking what to do, like back up and expose child or leave the car on top. I wasn't able to give an opinion before the lady backed the car up. I ran closer to the child and others did too. I wanted to help I yelled out to call 911 but they reached her before me and I said I'd call 911 and told them to help her.( I wanted to take charge, but backed down ) I run and I can't remember what I used to dial but when I'd dialled 911the numbers kept changing after I'd raise the device to my ear. Wasn't able to. I tried my cell and a computer. Eventually so frustrated I decided to run to a business of sorts where a male acquaintance was. He was an ex firefighter . As I ran over the driveway turned to stairs and the child laid motionless on the steps a couple sand toys near by. I asked an adult passerbyer why I they moved her body. They didn't know. No one was helping her but my mission was 911 so it didn't occur to me. Ran to this guys house..was really scared and anxious trying to explain I needed to call 911. He was helping someone when I got there I waited 2-3 seconds then interrupted , at first he got angry as if I was being rude, then was annoyed I didn't come in screaming a instead of waiting 2-3seconds to interrupt . He dials 911 for me and hands me the phone, I explain what happen and hang up. I feel emotionally exhausted at this point break down crying and keep going over images for this kid being run over. Venting to this ex- fireman. I do at this point realize that no one was with her on the steps and think I should have stayed to help and got someone else to call 911. I stay a little while ranting and crying while the man tries to consol me... As I head back to the daycare center I wonder if I should talke the Ativan from my purse. I worried I look too relaxed if I do and people will think I'm cold, but if I don't, I am having a hard time managing myself right now. I didn't make a decision, but I made it back to work and woke up.
I was trying to retrace my steps to get to the beginning of a maze and wanted to turn to the left, but something was turning me to the right.
I was trying to retrace my steps to get to the beginning of a maze and wanted to turn to the left, but my body was turning to the right.
Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse.
Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood.
There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed.
We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window.
One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked.
A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me.
“What do we have here?”
His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said,
“Pleasure to meet you.”
That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity.
I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say,
“Are you quite done?”
I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress.
“Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.”
The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up
“Please, don’t. Just please.”
He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place.
“Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.
I've had the dream twice in a row. I'm looking out the apartment window from a dark bathroom and it is the middle of the night. Below me is a fenced off balcony, a stretch of free air, and a high concrete platform. I see the shadows of circus animals in the distance, and then a clown walks forward. He is wearing a creepy mask, and I feel like he looks right at me. At his side there is a zebra, and he's leading it to the edge of the concrete platform. The zebra reaches the raised portion at the end of the platform, steps up, and is ordered to start walking. I watch it slip and fall down into the open air. When I look up in shock after witnessing a zebra's death, the clown is wearing a normal mask. And he is staring right at me. Afterwards I run into the hallway, yelling for someone to call 911.
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