My nightmare. What does it mean?
Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:23 pm
Okay... I had a dream while taking a nap that has really thrown me off. I woke up feeling like it was trying to tell me something, however I really don’t understand it at all!
It started off. My friend Regina had wrecked her mustang and had a rental car that was a convertible. She took us for a ride in it because we had never ridden in a convertible. Well, on our way back she said, “We have to leave! We have to leave, now or something bad is going to happen!”
So she turns around and is driving down the highway extremely fast. We turn a curve, however she’s going to fast and we flip. I fly out of the car and go flying through the air. A land in the middle of the highway. As soon as I land, everything goes white.
I’m lying in a place that is all white, with no walls and no ceiling. Just endless white. I stand up. I’m barefoot and wearing white pj pants and a white tank top. I look around and all of the sudden there are these paintings. There not ordinary paintings. There painted on glass. I do paintings like this, but I’ve never done any so big. They are hanging in mid air, with no frames. There just glass panes with paintings on them. There are thousands as far as the eye can see and up as high as I can see. There in rows, many, many rows. I walk, looking at the paintings. Something tells me, “If you find the one that’s real, you can escape this.”
So I go through touching the paintings, except when I touch them my hand goes through them like their holograms or something.
Then, I hear his voice. I turn and see my ex-stalker. The man who has hurt me in more ways than one. He’s coming down the line of paintings after me, followed by two of his friends. I’m afraid he’ll get me. I’m afraid I can’t get away because in this world of endless white, there is no place to hide. I want to throw something at him, something to keep him back.
So I reach out, though I know that the painting I just touched won’t allow me to touch it. I grab it and throw it at him. It smashes. For some reason I can touch the paintings now. As if I wanted them so much that I made them real. Like when you dream of something and want it so much it becomes real to you.
He’s still coming at me. I run, turning to throw a painting. The painting breaks. I start accidently knocking paintings down. There breaking on the white floor. I step on them and it cuts my feet. Now the white floor has dark red foot prints. He’s close now, I barely have room to move. The shards of the paintings still left on the wall scrape and cut me as I throw them at him. My hands and feet are cut to pieces... my arms gashed and bleeding. Now everything happens in slow motion. My dream shows me the glass and blood falling and hitting the floor at the same time. Then, the dream goes back to normal speed.
A man says, “Climb the paintings!” I look up and there is a man who has opened up a door, though that is impossible since a door need a frame and a frame needs a wall... and he’s suspended in the air. I don’t have time to climb the paintings to get away... My stalker hits me... He’s furious that I have hit him with the glass paintings. When he hits me I fly back and break through the middle of a huge glass painting. When I fly through the glass painting I land on the pavement of the highway. I look around and see the overturned car. I don’t have time to move. A car comes around the corner. I see the lights... it hits me and I go sailing through the air. I fall in a way that its almost as if I’m on my knees, however I tumble forward. As soon as I hit the ground again I’m kneeling in a pen... a large pen I’m kneeling in front of a woman who is holding the keys to my cage. I say, “No! Please don’t lock me in here! I’ll be good!”
She says, “You shouldn’t have done what you did! You were a bad girl, this is your punishment.”
When she leaves I manage to get the lock door open. I’m running around the side of the house and she comes around with a shotgun and holds it too my head. I say, “No, please!”
“You shouldn’t have been such a bad, bad little girl.”
She pulls the trigger.
When the bullet hits me I fly back. When I fly back I hit a tree in the forest that I had flown into when the car hit me.
This was a really weird and frighteningly creepy dream and I really, really want to know what it means.... Dreams are just your subconscious trying to tell you something... or warn you. Though, if my friend gets a convertible I’m not riding in it.
It started off. My friend Regina had wrecked her mustang and had a rental car that was a convertible. She took us for a ride in it because we had never ridden in a convertible. Well, on our way back she said, “We have to leave! We have to leave, now or something bad is going to happen!”
So she turns around and is driving down the highway extremely fast. We turn a curve, however she’s going to fast and we flip. I fly out of the car and go flying through the air. A land in the middle of the highway. As soon as I land, everything goes white.
I’m lying in a place that is all white, with no walls and no ceiling. Just endless white. I stand up. I’m barefoot and wearing white pj pants and a white tank top. I look around and all of the sudden there are these paintings. There not ordinary paintings. There painted on glass. I do paintings like this, but I’ve never done any so big. They are hanging in mid air, with no frames. There just glass panes with paintings on them. There are thousands as far as the eye can see and up as high as I can see. There in rows, many, many rows. I walk, looking at the paintings. Something tells me, “If you find the one that’s real, you can escape this.”
So I go through touching the paintings, except when I touch them my hand goes through them like their holograms or something.
Then, I hear his voice. I turn and see my ex-stalker. The man who has hurt me in more ways than one. He’s coming down the line of paintings after me, followed by two of his friends. I’m afraid he’ll get me. I’m afraid I can’t get away because in this world of endless white, there is no place to hide. I want to throw something at him, something to keep him back.
So I reach out, though I know that the painting I just touched won’t allow me to touch it. I grab it and throw it at him. It smashes. For some reason I can touch the paintings now. As if I wanted them so much that I made them real. Like when you dream of something and want it so much it becomes real to you.
He’s still coming at me. I run, turning to throw a painting. The painting breaks. I start accidently knocking paintings down. There breaking on the white floor. I step on them and it cuts my feet. Now the white floor has dark red foot prints. He’s close now, I barely have room to move. The shards of the paintings still left on the wall scrape and cut me as I throw them at him. My hands and feet are cut to pieces... my arms gashed and bleeding. Now everything happens in slow motion. My dream shows me the glass and blood falling and hitting the floor at the same time. Then, the dream goes back to normal speed.
A man says, “Climb the paintings!” I look up and there is a man who has opened up a door, though that is impossible since a door need a frame and a frame needs a wall... and he’s suspended in the air. I don’t have time to climb the paintings to get away... My stalker hits me... He’s furious that I have hit him with the glass paintings. When he hits me I fly back and break through the middle of a huge glass painting. When I fly through the glass painting I land on the pavement of the highway. I look around and see the overturned car. I don’t have time to move. A car comes around the corner. I see the lights... it hits me and I go sailing through the air. I fall in a way that its almost as if I’m on my knees, however I tumble forward. As soon as I hit the ground again I’m kneeling in a pen... a large pen I’m kneeling in front of a woman who is holding the keys to my cage. I say, “No! Please don’t lock me in here! I’ll be good!”
She says, “You shouldn’t have done what you did! You were a bad girl, this is your punishment.”
When she leaves I manage to get the lock door open. I’m running around the side of the house and she comes around with a shotgun and holds it too my head. I say, “No, please!”
“You shouldn’t have been such a bad, bad little girl.”
She pulls the trigger.
When the bullet hits me I fly back. When I fly back I hit a tree in the forest that I had flown into when the car hit me.
This was a really weird and frighteningly creepy dream and I really, really want to know what it means.... Dreams are just your subconscious trying to tell you something... or warn you. Though, if my friend gets a convertible I’m not riding in it.
