(This is actually from a month or two ago. I found it in my drafts so I'm posting it now because, even though its not developed into a real story right now, its still interesting and I figure I should share it with yas)
I had a dream last night, the one night that I actually remember a dream, and it turned out to be a kind of creepy one. It was like a Twilight Zone story. I started off the dream where I was taking a class in some old building, it was like a workshop class with traditional old workshop benches and everything. I'm not exactly sure what the workshop class was for but I could sense it was strange. The teacher was a strange man, and when I first saw him in the dream we met as if we had seen each other before and it had been a while since the last meeting. Maybe I took a class with him at another point. But then I kneeled down in front of him to show him that I shaved my head and he was proud about it, probably because he was bald, I think. Anyways, then later on I started having these visions, almost like flash-forwards into the future when the building was renovated and clean looking. And I saw a man that resembled a cop or agent and I think he was coming to this building because it was a law office or a police office or something. The basic idea of the whole story was that it turned out that the cop was looking for my body in this building. He had a hint that something "sad" and terrible had happened to me and the people in my class a long time ago and that the history and evidence was covered up, literally, by the renovations, and the few people that are hiding the secret of what happened. It was never very clear in my dream as to what actually happened, but they just kept saying it was very sad. And I was seeing these flash-forwards but soon I was able to will myself into them and I tried to show them where a whole shelf of our class books were hidden behind a wall, which would give them a load of evidence and it was a major historical artifact or something. The class that was in the past with the creepy environment and creepy teacher was pretty dark and something was a little sketchy about that situation. I still don't know if my dream revealed the secret to me, but I may have to think up a good one.
Right now I'm just enjoying the animals outside as a nice upper and refresher after such a dark dream that really left me with a creepy taste in my mouth. As if I am still part of some whacked-out Twilight Zone story.
I had a dream last night, the one night that I actually remember a dream, and it turned out to be a kind of creepy one. It was like a Twilight Zone story. I started off the dream where I was taking a class in some old building, it was like a workshop class with traditional old workshop benches and everything. I'm not exactly sure what the workshop class was for but I could sense it was strange. The teacher was a strange man, and when I first saw him in the dream we met as if we had seen each other before and it had been a while since the last meeting. Maybe I took a class with him at another point. But then I kneeled down in front of him to show him that I shaved my head and he was proud about it, probably because he was bald, I think. Anyways, then later on I started having these visions, almost like flash-forwards into the future when the building was renovated and clean looking. And I saw a man that resembled a cop or agent and I think he was coming to this building because it was a law office or a police office or something. The basic idea of the whole story was that it turned out that the cop was looking for my body in this building. He had a hint that something "sad" and terrible had happened to me and the people in my class a long time ago and that the history and evidence was covered up, literally, by the renovations, and the few people that are hiding the secret of what happened. It was never very clear in my dream as to what actually happened, but they just kept saying it was very sad. And I was seeing these flash-forwards but soon I was able to will myself into them and I tried to show them where a whole shelf of our class books were hidden behind a wall, which would give them a load of evidence and it was a major historical artifact or something. The class that was in the past with the creepy environment and creepy teacher was pretty dark and something was a little sketchy about that situation. I still don't know if my dream revealed the secret to me, but I may have to think up a good one.
Right now I'm just enjoying the animals outside as a nice upper and refresher after such a dark dream that really left me with a creepy taste in my mouth. As if I am still part of some whacked-out Twilight Zone story.