During these three weeks of sickness, I have been having some incredibly strange dreams. I'm not sure if the two things are related or not, but they fall into the same timeline, so.... I can only assume that they are. These dreams are serious potential writing material. I've never been interested in writing fiction, mostly because I would probably suck at it. I don't even read much fiction. These dreams are just weird enough that I might give it a try though.
I absolutely think this is true! I remember a lot of my dreams, which I've been told means that I am waking up in the wrong stage of my sleep cycle.
Apparently, a lot of creative people tend to sleep like shit and can remember some of their dreams. This makes a lot of sense to me. I've heard a lot of stories about famous people creating songs, paintings, movie scripts, or novels based on some of their dreams. I can definitely see why this happens. These particular dreams I've been having are crazy detailed and very weird. I will try to give a brief description of each. Maybe you could tell me if any of them would be worth trying to expand into a story. Although, I realize that these descriptions might sound like complete rubbish to you, seeing as how I at least had the visuals to go along with them. I will do my best though. I apologize if this sucks and none of them are interesting.
Dream 1
This dream revolved around me being chased down for something that I was not guilty of. I was to be sacrificed (I only use this word because that is how it was phrased in the dream) in front of a huge crowd. I was tied up and hung from the ceiling somehow. Not by my neck. They didn't end up killing me. Someone came to my rescue and proved my innocence. He took me down and untied me. I remember that I was wearing a long, lace dress. There are pieces that I remember taking place before this, but they are just fragments. I know there was a little girl at some point and I know that these people were looking for me when I was with her.
Dream 2
This dream involved a man from a TV series that I watched a couple weeks ago. I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with the show Girls, but the character named Adam was in this dream. He was much less weird and awkward in my dream than he is on the show though. This one started out as my neighbors having a party. A girl came to my bedroom window (weird) and invited me over. I got ready and went, only to find that I was too late. Most of the people were gone. There were still a few hanging around though. There ended up being some sort of virus that was passed from person to person, although I'm not sure how it was transferred. These people didn't become zombies, but they were in a sort of trace-like state and it caused them to harm another person. I can't really remember, but I think that once they had hurt someone, they snapped out of it and the virus had taken hold of someone else. The virus never hit me, but it had taken hold of my dad and he's the one that tried to hurt me. I can't remember exactly what he did, but I got free before anything happened to me. I also remember my mother electrocuting a girl at some point. My dog, Casey, was in this dream as well. I think she was evil at one point, too.
Dream 3
This dream seems very movie-esque to me. The beginning of it took place at a sort of school concert. I'm not sure how it ties into the rest of the dream because it doesn't really make sense. At one point, I was talking with a doctor about children. We discussed the fact that I had had a miscarriage, but the doctor said that I could no longer get pregnant. I was really confused and was asking a lot of questions. I finally got it out of the doctor that I was actually able to get pregnant, but if I did, I would be having an evil child. The dream skipped around and I ended up being in some sort of tank filled with water. I'm terrified of water, so anytime it shows up in my dreams, which is fairly often, it freaks me out. This one wasn't as bad as others that I've had. Anyway, somehow, I escaped this tank of water with a little girl. We were walking down the sidewalk holding hands and talking. After a while, a little boy was walking towards us and the girl seemed to know him. Someone else approached me and asked me who I was talking to. It turns out that these two children were actually dead and I was seeing their ghosts. No one else could see them. I woke up after that.
So, this is the weird shit that has been going on in my brain at night. Maybe I'm just finally losing it. I don't know. But maybe my dreams will just start providing me with writing material like they have for many others. What do you think?
A Freddy reference is always appropriate
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