Psalehesost
The Living Force
Throughout much of my childhood, I had quite a few nightmares - I remember at one point staying up throughout an entire night because I didn't want to fall asleep and risk experiencing something horrible in a dream.
Apart from being chased by this or that, or being subject to painful sensations at the hands of adversaries in dreams, there was also a strange theme going on, including - and largely - in other dreams: I was being affected in some intangible way by someone, often using some kind of equipment, and knew that this made a permanent "change" of some sort. In one dream, after I had experienced some sort of weird sensation marking being changed in this way by a person in the dream (the exact strange sensation and how it was "done" to me varied from dream to dream), that person said something to the effect of: "But, now you can do it to [other person in dream]!" This apparently being meant as a consoling remark.
There were also a couple of dreams here and there that weren't strictly speaking nightmares - they weren't painful, and at worst I was threatened or chased by something in them, which comparatively was no big deal - nor strictly concerned with this theme - yet, were quite memorable and unusual, as well as somewhat bizarre.
I only remember a few fragments. Here is the bulk of it:
I might add that from the mental context of the end, all the other children were meeting the same kind of fate.
And now for something completely different:
Finally, a short fragment - a brief, bizarre part of some dream the rest of which is forgotten:
I am simply curious as to what the heck those things could have been about. (and the larger issue of my childhood dreams as described, as well)
Apart from being chased by this or that, or being subject to painful sensations at the hands of adversaries in dreams, there was also a strange theme going on, including - and largely - in other dreams: I was being affected in some intangible way by someone, often using some kind of equipment, and knew that this made a permanent "change" of some sort. In one dream, after I had experienced some sort of weird sensation marking being changed in this way by a person in the dream (the exact strange sensation and how it was "done" to me varied from dream to dream), that person said something to the effect of: "But, now you can do it to [other person in dream]!" This apparently being meant as a consoling remark.
There were also a couple of dreams here and there that weren't strictly speaking nightmares - they weren't painful, and at worst I was threatened or chased by something in them, which comparatively was no big deal - nor strictly concerned with this theme - yet, were quite memorable and unusual, as well as somewhat bizarre.
I only remember a few fragments. Here is the bulk of it:
Dream #1 said:I was one of the children at a daycare center, standing in a queue being dealt with, one by one, by the personnel. Everything is as expected, with no fear or worry, as the person working on the children uses a knife.
I arrive and the knife is put to the palm of my hand; then, for some reason, I am taken aside, meant to temporarily go somewhere. The person working on the children therefore picks the next child to work on for now. I look at my hand, at its palm where, painlessly, the knife touched: There is a large, black crust stretching in thick lines over it, as if blood has been instantly clotted.
At some later point in the dream I am spectating without my body. I "move around" and see things in different places. I see in one large room a large, prepared dish on a huge platter; I know that it was made of me.
I might add that from the mental context of the end, all the other children were meeting the same kind of fate.
And now for something completely different:
Dream #2 said:In the dream, my father and I had a peculiar feature: There was black, empty space - like very, very thick lines - between our limbs, separating them.
It had been decided that we were to drive to a man who were to make our limbs come fully together; he was to do this by, which in the dream apparently was not a harmful thing, shooting us.
While in the dream not something dangerous, I didn't want to go through it, and so I tried to convince the man to skip me. However, it had already been decided; at last, however, I managed to buy him off by making and gicing him a drawing.
And so I went away, thick black space still between my limbs.
Finally, a short fragment - a brief, bizarre part of some dream the rest of which is forgotten:
Dream #3 said:I was in a dungeon, held in a room, and an executioner in black put a sledgehammer to my head; the world blinked for a moment, and I felt no pain. My field of vision had gone red. I no longer had a head (though everything else was normal), and looking about the room I could see that it was stained red.
I am simply curious as to what the heck those things could have been about. (and the larger issue of my childhood dreams as described, as well)