The Dream Recollection Thread

[WearMeWell]

I had a dream kind of like this a long time ago.

Dinosaur like monsters chased me and a few buddy's though urban ruble. They where fast, and if they saw us it only took about 2 seconds for your body to be dismantled, so it was a lot of hide, plan, and run with constant fear.

All my buddy's got shredded during the chase, as well as every girl I screwed along the way. Then I dead ended int a tunnel that had collapsed. I hid behind a column and then switched to the monsters point of view. Of course I knew where I was hiding, went straight for it and attacked myself with blood spraying all over, then ate myself alive. Interesting thing is I got turned on while doing it.

*blink*...wow.

*nods,...yep. interesting.

I cant say as i've ever had a dream where i got turned on killing myself...especially not eating myself alive...*soft shiver*
BUT...I did have one where i was "turned on"/aroused by killing some other people...(*which, is definitely not like me.)
I'm fairly sure it was left overs from some violent movies I had seen that evening.

...do you have "voyeur" dreams?--witnessing sex, murder, arguments, fights...etc...??

 

[girlofurdreams]

my dream was of Him last night... it was so real, i wish i had never woken

 

[sinnocence]

my dream was of Him last night... it was so real, i wish i had never woken

I've had dreams like this. A couple were so vivid and wonderful that I literally got teary eyed when I woke up. It sucks sometimes.

 

[girlofurdreams]

I've had dreams like this. A couple were so vivid and wonderful that I literally got teary eyed when I woke up. It sucks sometimes.

i don't allow myself to cry anymore... He wouldn't want me to.

it's just so hard sometimes... especially if i let myself remember that there is a very strong posibility that i will not see Him again in this lifetime

 

[girlofurdreams]

ug... i used to have those dreams too.


i had a dream one time where i was flying to see an ex, but woke up just as i touched down. I'd gotten so worked up and excited to see her that I woke up screaming; something I don't even do for nightmares.

I've also had a dream before where I had memories within the dream that went back months, so that when I woke up, i was super disoriented to discover that I had not in fact just moved in with nor 3 months into a poly relationship with a pair of my close friends; I almost called the couple I dreamed about that morning, but waking up where i did (not with them, for starters) gave me enough confirmation that it never happened.

I was bummed all day.

during the early part of the 6 years between the first and second time i dated my wife, i had dreams about her where she was exceptionally cruel to me (though i don't recall how) and woke up crying to the final phrase of a song playing; "why don't you love me."

it's especially hard when the only place you can see/touch/taste them is in your dreams... it was sooo real, i should be grateful that at least i have my dreams...

no one can ever take THOSE away from me

 

[girlofurdreams]

When i was four years old a girl at the preschool i attended pinned me down in the play yard by laying on me, so that she could kiss me.

you just brought up a memory long forgotten... i had a horrid little boy kiss me at school when i was about 7, he got in so much trouble.. i felt very vindicated little bastard!

 

[girlofurdreams]

my brother got in trouble in elementary school (on more than one occasion) for braiding little girls' hair and dipping the braids in the inkwells.

antique school desks had these wells in them much like a pool table's pockets. this was long long after there were ever bottles of ink stored there; unfortunately there was somebody's gum in there, so that on one occasion the braid got stuck inside the inkwell and my brother got sent to the principles office.

tee hee... you made me think of the naughtiest thing i ever did at school...

i was always a quiet, well-bahaved high achiever... but for some reason when i was 9 my best friend and i snuck into the classroom during lunch and found erasers, pencils, rulers and such on the desks of fellow students we didn't particularly like... and GLUED them all to the spot where they'd been left!!!!!

we also covered one boy's seat with glue... we really didn't like HIM! lol.

 

[girlofurdreams]

would i be as horrible as you if i pondered not how terrible it was for you to do that, but wonder instead on what kind of glue you might have/ should have used?

it was a clear liquidish craft glue if my memory serves me correctly lol

 

[satindesire]

I watch too many movies

He pushed at the glass doors, forcing them to part enough for us to go in. The smell immediately hit me, pungent and sickening even through the Vick's rubbed on my mask. Breathing shallowly as I could, I depressed my flashlight button, illuminating a scene of b-grade slasher movie proportions.

Money scattered the dried blood footsteps dotting the glossy tile. A body, badly decomposed, lay bloated next to the office door. It was mauled, what of it was recognizable was a hellish patchwork, disjointed. I knew it was human, but my mind couldn't seem to wrap around the facets of it's limbs and blood stained clothes and darker, thicker things to piece it back into something recognizable.The face, swollen with rot, was frozen in a fixed expression of terrified anguish. I felt a nudge, which made me startle out of my horror-stricken stare. "Let it be. Let's get this over with and get back."

He had his flashlight taped to the shotgun, which he swung carefully around the partition marked "Fresh baked French Loaf, Sale! 99 cents!". The isle was empty, no blood marked this path. I tried to pretend that we were back in the world before, just doing our weekly grocery shopping. We'd get milk and cereal and cat litter, joke about if our baby would look as cute as the ones on the diaper packages, and the cashiers (who all knew us by then) would ring us up, coo over my swollen belly, and we'd walk home with our bags...not a care in the world.

The crossbow on his back made my dark angel look like he had skeletal wings. His bootfalls were as loud as screams in the darkness, following him I unzipped my canvas bag quietly, stacking the remaining bags of jerky and dried fruit in it's belly. "Hurry." He murmured, stiffening I nodded and jerked my head towards the door after zipping the bag. "Okay. Got it. Let's go."

It had been a few weeks since the apocalypse. We had barricaded ourselves on the top floor of the apartment building, dismantled the stairs and barricaded the complex with a makeshift fence of concrete blocks, wood, sheets of metal and anything else we could grab. We had been working on it, mostly during nighttime...they couldn't see very well in the dark. It's easy enough getting up and down the rope ladder now, but later on when I'm farther along, we'll have to find another way to get to the ground level. I can barely tie my own shoes, let alone be hauling ass up some flimsy twine if my life is at stake. Mister tells me to not discount myself so much. "The human body is capable of incredible things when life's at stake."

I believe him when he says that. I don't think I could shoot anyone. I knew how to handle a gun, I was a crack shot...my ex and I went to the range for fun, months on end while we were together. He was a marine and I got better than him with the pistol! But a person...that's different from a paper or foam target. That person used to be a mother...a friend. A brother, someone with family. Even with my life on the line, I knew I couldn't pull that trigger. But he could. He had. He had to.

I saw him kill.

He was in the force for a while, when he was still just a kid, younger than me...sinking meth labs on the water and arresting drunks and drug smugglers. He'd picked up suicides from the Golden Gate bridge when he was in the military. That was before we were together. Years ago. I never thought I'd see him kill. Once you take a human life, does that damn you? Are we going to go to hell?

Or are we already there?

The only reason I was alive was because of Mister. I knew I would have been killed weeks ago if it hadn't been for him. He'd had the idea to get the water from the toilet tanks in the other apartments after the water stopped running. He'd taken the generators, stacked them up in the closet with the gas tanks. He'd had the idea to get the meat from the grocery store before it spoiled and dry it for jerky. I would have never thought of the things he's done to ensure we have the essentials.

We had enough energy to live an almost normal life for months, if we stayed here. Of course, it was better not to make any noise, so we didn't run much in the way of appliances. The propane camp stove did most of our cooking, since it was as close to silent as you could ask for. And I didn't have much use for a flat iron anymore anyway. Once you are fighting for your most meager survival, things like vanity get swiftly forgotten.

The electricity stopped working a few days ago, it was easier to move around without the glaring street lamps beaming down on us like prison spotlights. The streets were so quiet, eerily so. No cars pulling into the restaurant, no people walking their dogs. No children.

God, the children were all dead...

There was no way we could tell how long it would take them to starve to death, even if they COULD starve. We never let each other go anywhere without backup. It was just us two...as far as I could tell, we were the only ones left in Muskogee. We hadn't seen anything move in days, let alone an actual person. I was thinking they had probably moved on to an area with more food, but he told me that they weren't smart enough for that.

The infection reanimated the body, he said, but there wasn't anything left of memories, personality, intelligence...emotion.

He said they would all starve, and we'd be fine.

I assumed mom and dad had probably been killed. The house hadn't been very easily defensible. That big bay window on the first floor that mom loved so much...too easily broken. They would have poured in with grasping arms and open mouths slavering with anticipation for the coming feast...

I know daddy would have put up a good fight...ex military men never went down without breaking a few bones, but there was just....so many. I was hoping he would have seen the news casts first and maybe used the gun on them first. So that they wouldn't have to die like that. I hoped for something cleaner than just...

Mister told me that we could drive over to the house in a few weeks, see if we can find any evidence of where they are. But I don't think I can do it. If I walk into that house and see blood...body parts...I'll lose it. It's better to not know, I told myself. But he's determined to see if they're okay. The cell phone towers won't work anymore without electricity, there's only one way to find out if they're alive.

We have to drive into town and find out.

 

[satindesire]

I love/ hate good post apocalyptic viral zombie horror.

It doesn't exactly give me nightmares... kinda worse actually.

If I indulge too much of it, I'm kept awake at night obsessing over how poorly prepared we are for disasters in general, and zombie outbreaks in particular... as if it were a genuine possibility.

theres a watershed nearby ensconsed in a tall chainlink fence topped with barbedwire. If we had an outbreak i'd head there first, and stay the hell away from the fenceline (enough things pushing on it would push it right over).

Ultimately, my parents house might be more defensible, and it's somewhat remote; away from the bulk of population. Supplies would be a bitch to comeby though.

I haven't got a clue where i'd find myself a firearm around here though, particularly after things started getting crazy.

My husband and I have had so many talks about what would be the safest kind of house to build to make sure we survived things like a nuclear disater, a massive earthquake, a hurricane, a flood, a zombie outbreak. They make for fantastic conversations!

 

[satindesire]

I have those kind of conversations with my brother, who insists that his sword might come in handy in the event of a zombie outbreak.

it's not even sharp....

and pray that it's the version of viral zombies that are slow and dont splatter much, or you're screwing yourself in the attempt.

aside from that little bit of silliness, i suppose if i had to go through it, it would be nice to have him around... (in addition to my wife and kid of course).

the whole "survival nightmare" would still be ... well.... a nightmare.

the most challenging part of any zombie survival horror though is having to deal with other survivors. The anarchy would not be pretty, and if it turned out to be a small scale outbreak, getting swept away for the cover up would suck too.

If you managed to deal with all that and survive, the hardest thing AFTER would be the lack of working technology and crumbling infrastructure to deal with, plus complete isolation. Even if you were with your family or other people that you survived the horror with, eventually, the isolation could cause depression and maybe even insanity.

Life would be incredibly difficult afterward...growing and preparing your own food would be a challenge in itself, unless you were living in Southern California or Florida where it's warm and sunny all year round, having food enough for the whole year would be one of the biggest obstacles to survival. Let alone things like procuring fresh running water and a method of fecal matter disposal.

 

[katt_g]

i had one of those nights on saturday...where i had nothing but nightmares. doesn't happen often, but always disturbs me when it does. for some reason, i always seem to see them more vividly than the good ones