Hey all,
As perhaps alot of you know, dreams and nightmares play a major factor in my story as I'm trying to find interesting ways of weaving them into the narrative. And I just thought I'd invite you (if interested) to post any weird, freaky, funny, or interesting dreams either as an addition to this topic or at http://jarondavis.com/DreamsMain.php; where a big pool of strange dreams is already amassing.
They could be old (childhood dreams), they could be new; they can be subtly scary, funny, outrageous, or downright weird and creepy. It doesn't matter! I would just like to see them just to see them.
And as much as I'd like to, perhaps, use them in my narrative (or a form of them), I would not do this without permission; and I can't promise that they'll show up in the narrative (although they'd have a good chance if they were scary or weird in some form or another); but once again I'd love to see them anyway.
Thanks for your help, and the best of luck on your novels!
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Over and over, the crow cries, "Uncover the corn field."
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Nov 3, 2009 - 19 04
Sorry, the link is http://jarondavis.com/DreamsMain.php . The semicolon attached itself to the link above. Thanks!
----------Over and over, the crow cries, "Uncover the corn field."
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Nov 4, 2009 - 06 31
Being a city boy, I used to have this dream as a kid that I was in an underground subway station in NYC. Whenever I would hear a train coming I'd have to run to the nearest pillar and grab on as tight as I could because the train would try to suck me into the tracks and run me over. Often people would block me, or tried to talk or distract me in some way when the train was coming. Sometimes I couldn't hold on tight enough and would end up in the tracks.
I think that's about the time I started lucid dreaming. The times I couldn't stop myself from going on the tracks I would slow time down or rewind the train coming and crawl into the concave areas to the sides of the tracks.
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Nov 4, 2009 - 17 22
It was going on 6pm and time to clock out from work. I stepped out onto the parking lot and saw Ricky my best friends brother. Go home ricky he started walking with me. and I continued to tell him to go away. He grabbed me and slammed me into the truck hard till I saw stars. I somehow broke free and climbed bruised and my head was spinning I stood on top of the roof and continued to order ricky to go home and leave me alone. he started rocking the truck and would grab at me. I started to scream for help but I was the last employee to leave and the security guard on duty was mostly deaf. RIcky dove for me and grabbed my ankle pulling me off the truck in a most brutal fashion. I somehow tore free and started running there was a lot of construction on the road but I knew if I just made it to the police station I would be fine. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed my husband. He didnt answer and I slumped internally sad for the realization he would never be there. I started screaming for Mark begging for him or somebody to please hear me and help me. I ran and ran until something hard hit me on the back of the head and I fell. I rolled over to find Ricky pinning me to the ground with his huge bulk. He continued to yell at me and I begged him to stop. I could see in his eyes I would not come out of this alive. He hit me over and over until I laid there sprawled on the ground broken and bleeding. He tore my clothes and began to rape me it was horrible and I continued to beg for him to stop saying it shouldn't be like this. please ricky you dont want to do this. I mentally began calling out again for anyone to hear me and help... My husband ... Mark... anyone please hear me and help me. Ricky had his hands around my throat and began to squeeze saying now your going to die bitch ..... I couldn't breath my hands tried to pry his off my neck my body bucked and convulsed trying to get him off me and then .... SNAP CRACK blackness and as I was going under My last words spoken aloud was It should not have ended like this. In the darkness I could still feel my body I felt cold and utterly alone. I thought I was weeping for what was and what I felt should have been. I didn't want to be dead I wanted to live. I wanted to say goodbye and hug all my friends and family one more time. My body grew colder. I woke up naked on the floor weeping .... ((( unedited to ensure I got the story out )))
----------In love you never lose, because love is never lost, like energy, it transforms, and is in us to find the new shape, to take it again, and keep going.
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Nov 5, 2009 - 05 27
Hey all,
Thanks for the dreams so far! Fooflam, I enjoyed the imagery and setting of your dream. And Angelis, wow, what an intense, scary dream! I would be so happy to wake up from that one.
Keep 'em coming; I'd love to hear them :)
----------Over and over, the crow cries, "Uncover the corn field."