Topic Dream Thread
So the only thing more dead than the server Maiev is this forum that belongs to it. In the hopes of bringing some livelihood to the pages and possibly starting - dare I say it - an active and enjoyable thread, I thought I would share a dream I had rather recently. I would like to preface this dream with the simple fact that I loathe Orcas. Killer whales are my least favorite things that exist. I am terrified of them more than anything, but it is a much more complex relationship we share, as I understand how terribly ingenious and malicious they are.
So in this dream I was at the harbor watching the killer whale circus, since the killer whale circus was in town. Now I didn't really want to be there but some friends begged me to go and I ended up being open minded enough to give the circus a chance. It was pretty cool, people riding on killer whales, doing tricks, swimming with them, the show was really impressing me and changing my opinion.
As the day turned into evening, people began to leave, and somehow I ended up staying behind to chat while everyone left. The dude in charge of the killer whale circus and the whales were all begging me to go for just one ride. I really didn't want to, I was still very afraid. They explained to me how nice they had been and how much everyone but me had a great time. They begged me just to get in the water for a few minutes so they could prove their kindness once and for all.
I got in the water and got on a killer whale, and the dude in charge told me to relax, because everything was going according to plan. Suddenly they didn't tear me apart, they all just started trying to hold me underwater and drown me. The leader person started laughing about how they finally had me and how stupid I was for trusting them. I woke up in a panic (thought I was really going to drown) and all I remember thinking wasn't sadness or fear of death, just that I was right all along and killer whales are evil !@#$%^-s that should never be trusted.
Not the most interesting dream I can remember but certainly up there. Feel free to spam hatred or share your own interesting dreams. Step out of that comfort zone you awkward basement-dwelling, wow-playing nerds! You can do it, be social!
Nice story! I really hate dreams that cause stress, I just end up waking myself up to avoid it. I can't remember anything in particular now but I'd love to participate later on. Let's hear some more!
I only have one better dream than that, I didn't want to tell a longer story than the one above for fear of scaring away the potential of a good thread with my habit of text walls. In order to understand this dream, I have to inform or remind everyone of a common elementary school project where students cut out (of paper) the shape of a person's head and shoulders, staple it to another, fill it with cotton, and then draw themselves on it. Not sure if anyone remembers these, you would try to make it look like you, and then put one of your shirts on it and put it on the back of your chair. If you do not know what I am talking about, you are going to have a hard time understanding the end of this dream. I'll post it later.
Orca dreams? Yes!
As I move up through the night sky, gaining altitude, I see the ocean in the distance. Yay! The ocean! I want to go swimming. Or maybe just fly over the water. But I remember that I had intended to talk to an animal, and decide that I'd better see animals in the waves, just thinking as I fly closer that I want to see animals in the water . . . And soon I start seeing wakes among the waves, reflecting the moonlight. Although I can't yet see what's forming them, there is something in the water . . . many somethings, in fact.
As I approach the beach, I see that there are killer whales and great whites. The killer whales see the sharks as a threat to their survival and are killing them by driving them onto the beach. I see them coming in on the waves, pairings of whale behind shark. Both species have gaping jaws full of teeth which they use to threaten each other. But the sharks really don't stand a chance . . .
I'm on the beach now and running toward a killer whale in the shallows that has just successfully beached a shark, dooming it's life. "But, why!?" I ask as I reach the whale. It's more of a question about all of life. I wanted to know why it must be necessary to survive by actively preventing the survival of others.
At first the great orca laughs at me with an incredibly deep, mocking chuckle. Then it says a bunch of stuff that I don't understand, all in a deep, deep voice. At first I think that the orca's not making any sense because it's just another dumb dream being pretending not to be. But it finishes by saying something about "messenger A" and I realize that it changed the topic . . . and I didn't notice because I couldn't keep up with it's speech.
"I want you to be my messenger, little one."
I'm confused now. Did the orca not made sense? Or had I simply been unable to follow what it was saying? Did it really start to say something profound, but stopped in the middle because it saw that I wasn't capable of understanding? I tell it that I don't want to be a messenger, I want to try out being an orca. I point toward the water. It laughs at me again, tells me that that is not for me and calls me a "stupid creature."
I go in the water anyway. I figure I'll change myself into a killer whale once I swim in to where it's deep enough. It's hard to see into the dark nighttime water, but I see a large dark shape gliding towards me. I'm hopeful that it's an orca, but I realize that it's a shark. I understand the warning and my fate.
Edited by Darkrai on 2/15/13 12:22 AM (PST)
I used to have a recurring nightmare when I was 10.
Jurassic Park was by far my favorite movie, but I'm deathly afraid of Dinosaurs. Tyrannosaurus was the worst by far. So anyway i'd have the same dream every night, which was probably because I watched the movie every day. I'd basically be running down a dirt path in a dense jungle with a T-Rex chasing me and ever so slowly catching up to me. Normally i'd wake up in the middle of the night before he ever got me, but as the dream happened more and more I started realizing I was just dreaming, though that provided no sense of comfort and I didn't get any super "I know this is my dream" powers.
As the dreams progressed I'd start giving up. Having a sense of no hope at all knowing I could never escape. As i'd run i'd try pinching and hitting myself in an attempt to wake myself up, but to no success. Furthermore once my body became tired and exhausted and I could no longer run i'd throw my hands in the air and just let it happen, let it eat me. I still remember not waking up as soon as it started eating me, and it would start with my stomach area. It's probably the only dream i've ever felt an extreme amount of pain from.
And finally the last variation, I remember one time I finally escaped the T-Rex. It wasn't chasing me anymore, and I had made it out of the dense jungle. I was on a cliff edge in a dark creepy night time setting, and all under the cliff was a thick mist you couldn't see through, no way to tell how high up I was, or able to see if there was anything in the distance.
Even though the T-Rex would no longer be chasing me i'd know I was in a dream and that there was no hope for me there. I again resorted to pinching and hitting myself and telling myself to wake up. Eventually I convinced myself I could not take it and that there was no point is trying to find a good solution to all of this, so I jumped off the cliff to just end it all. I never landed, I don't remember any sort of sensation. In fact it was more of an out of body experience where I saw myself jumping off the cliff in 3rd person.
Anyway, true story. Biggest impact a dream has ever had on me.
:O That blows my mind. Aren't too many people who have pain in dreams as far as I can tell... along with you not waking up from being eaten.