Warning: mature explicit content ahead (including rape)!
I think I had the most messed up dream of my life last night!
In the dream, I was a little girl and my mom (who wasn’t the same mom I have in real life) had just gotten together with this creepy guy. The guy told me he had some weed, but if I told my mom, he would kill me. Of course, I had to then go tell my mom. When the guy got home and found out I had told on him, he decided to kill my mother in front of me instead of killing me.
How did he kill her? By stapling her to death. Yes, with a stapler. At one point, he used the stapler to beat a small hole in the side of her head, then decided to rape her in front of me, but instead of normal rape, he raped her by sticking his dick in the hole in the side of her head, which pushed her brains and other stuff in her head out the other side.
What the fuck is wrong with my brain?!! How did it come up with this shit???
So I had an awesome dream last night. It was super weird, but cool, kind of like a sci fi/fantasy movie or something.
In the dream I was attending this school that looked a lot like a Catholic school, but it was for entities that had supernatural powers of some sort or another. I was a dark, mysterious looking young man in the dream and my power was the ability to kill anything with a simple thought or intention (call me Lord of Death)!
In the dream I somehow got into a battle with several others who had powers. I remember specifically a female spirit that had the gift of immortality, if she touched you, you couldn’t die, and of course, she herself wouldn’t die (I tried killing her in the dream but let’s just say it didn’t stick).
There was also another being that fought by consuming his enemies in hellfire. That didn’t feel so good when directed at me, but I survived it.
At some point in the dream, the immortal female and another female ended up fighting to be my love interest, which is kind of interesting since I had tried killing the one woman already and failed. They ended up killing each other if I remember right, although the immortal one obviously didn’t stay dead. I guess she ended up winning, but I was pissed at her for killing the other female, so that cast a shadow on any relationship we could have.
I hope this doesn’t just sound like insane raving lol. Maybe you had to be there to get the full experience 🙂
I had an interesting dream last night and thought I would share, partly just because I found it weird and wonder what it meant, and partly because I think maybe there was a pearl of wisdom to be found in it about race relations.
In the dream my family and I were scared because a tornado was announced to be coming straight at our home. We don’t have a basement, so we ran to the neighbors’ house to beg them to take us in and give us shelter in their basement. The first family we asked said no. Interestingly, they were the same race as we were in the dream. The second family (a white couple with a baby) agreed, and not only did they take us in, but they offered to take in another family as well.
Now, at this point it is necessary to say that while I am about as white as you can get in real life, in the dream, myself and all my family were black, and it didn’t seem the slightest bit odd or out of place that our race had changed. The other family our neighbors agreed to take in was black as well. I remember looking around at all of us gathered together and thinking that the white couple was probably uncomfortable around that many black people. Weird thought to have, but it is honestly what I thought in the dream.
While we were all huddling together in the basement, the tornado hit and it was an experience I will never forget. It was SO painful physically. The force of the noise and the vibration was agonizing. In the dream all of us started screaming simply to try to release some of the tension in our heads and bodies from the vibration and furious sounds. I have no idea if that is what a real tornado is like or not, but it shocks me even now to think of how much it hurt in the dream and how vicious it was. It almost makes me wonder if past lives are a real thing, and if they are, if I didn’t endure a tornado in a past life. Maybe someone out there can tell me if that is anything like what a real tornado feels like.
That was pretty much the end of the dream. We all survived and the damage wasn’t really that bad to the house. But the whole race relations thing has been niggling at me all day. I feel there is something profound there for me to learn. If you want to take a shot at dream interpretation, please feel free to give it a shot in the comments!