I am walking through the woods with my parents and two other people. I don't see the faces of these other and do not even recall the gender. One of these people says to the other "you will die on this trip." I begin to feel very nervous as our group meanders through the forest. As I look in the trees above me, I notice a man hanging by his legs, swinging from limb to limb with his arms reaching down at our group.
I don't know why, but at this point in time I begin to feel like the other member of my party was wrong...I was the one who was going to die. The man swinging from the trees then reaches down and grabs me by the hair.
He must be really strong because my feet are coming off the ground and I am flying through the air.
I forget something in this part because the next thing I know I am running through the woods after the rest of my group. By the time I catch up to them, I am totally out of breath. I sit down on a rock and begin to explain to them that a man has been chasing me. They start asking me questions as if they think I'm crazy...
The man (he was wearing a blue and black flannel shirt with a bright orange hunting cap) was walking towards us but everyone else's back was turned towards him. I started screaming and my parents starting asking me what was wrong. I said "he's behind you" but they just kept staring at me. He began to walk through them towards me. He walked right in front of my mom and she didn't even blink. I was the only one who could see him. He gets close enough to me for me to notice he has no pupil or iris in his eyes, just pure white.
At this point I was woken up by a friend who said I was screaming in my sleep.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Dream #004
I don't know where I am but I am sitting on a curb somewhere. There is someone sitting to the left of me but, as usual, I can't see their face. I pack a bowl and set it down next to me. I sit there quietly, not saying anything, just watching the people around me. Most of the people have bags and seem to be in a hurry so I assume I'm at an airport.
Just then, a police officer walks up on my right side. He looks down at the bowl and the bag of weed I've left laying there foolishly. He picks up the pipe and says "What is this?" I'm so nervous I don't know what to say. I stand up to face him but remain silent. He says "It's for smoking tobacco right?" I quickly nod my head knowing that it's a complete lie. (He was either stupid enough to believe that or trying to help me out so I should definitely go along with it.) He hands the pipe back to me and walks away.
There's some kind of time lapse here because the next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the police officer again and he's holding my bag of weed. I begin to get really nervous because I've either been caught in a lie or been dumb enough to fuck it up a second time. He takes the bag and examines it closely. He turns to a man standing behind him and says "What will this go for on the street?" The guy says "I don't know...about $20."
Now is when I begin to get a little mad. Partly because I don't want to be hassled by the man for something which harms no one else. But mostly because I'm insulted someone would so horribly underestimate my weed purchasing skills. Of course, I don't verbalize any of this because that would be most incriminating. In fact, I'm not even sure I can speak in this dream because I've yet to say a thing. The police officer opens my bag and begins to take the weed out and look at it. He takes a bit and puts it in his pocket then hands the rest back to me. I quickly slip it back into my purse, hoping his stealing will guarantee I get out of this yet again.
Unfortunately, by the time I've adequately hidden the bag of weed in a pocket of my purse, he's writing me a ticket.
Just then, a police officer walks up on my right side. He looks down at the bowl and the bag of weed I've left laying there foolishly. He picks up the pipe and says "What is this?" I'm so nervous I don't know what to say. I stand up to face him but remain silent. He says "It's for smoking tobacco right?" I quickly nod my head knowing that it's a complete lie. (He was either stupid enough to believe that or trying to help me out so I should definitely go along with it.) He hands the pipe back to me and walks away.
There's some kind of time lapse here because the next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the police officer again and he's holding my bag of weed. I begin to get really nervous because I've either been caught in a lie or been dumb enough to fuck it up a second time. He takes the bag and examines it closely. He turns to a man standing behind him and says "What will this go for on the street?" The guy says "I don't know...about $20."
Now is when I begin to get a little mad. Partly because I don't want to be hassled by the man for something which harms no one else. But mostly because I'm insulted someone would so horribly underestimate my weed purchasing skills. Of course, I don't verbalize any of this because that would be most incriminating. In fact, I'm not even sure I can speak in this dream because I've yet to say a thing. The police officer opens my bag and begins to take the weed out and look at it. He takes a bit and puts it in his pocket then hands the rest back to me. I quickly slip it back into my purse, hoping his stealing will guarantee I get out of this yet again.
Unfortunately, by the time I've adequately hidden the bag of weed in a pocket of my purse, he's writing me a ticket.
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