Showing posts with label scream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scream. Show all posts
Monday, August 22, 2016
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Cult Fiction
Dream 6/13/2015
My mom and I take a drive into town. We lose track of time. We find ourselves in Chicago five hours away from where we started.
We search for the Willis Tower.
We end up in a room with many familiar faces: People we’ve known much of our lives--from church, from school etc. They are holding a christian conference.
One issue with this location is it’s problem with tarantulas. Every now and then you’ll find one crawling on the floor below you, someone will scream across the room and you figure they found a big, hairy friend. A small Asian boy sees one and tries to pick it up. He gets bitten and let’s out a scream.
The leader of the conference asks us to split off into groups for discussion. I end up in a group that I don’t care for.
Within a matter of seconds, the conference turns from a good-hearted, christian conference into a macabre, Occultish meeting of horrors. The leader (who looks suspiciously like Meryl Streep) is now in the crowd and her daughter (looks like Rachel McAdams) has taken the reigns up front.
In a chant-like way, the mother says, “I don’t know where the children are but I’m sure you do,” pointing at her daughter. Streep let’s out a series of “whoos.” Some are longer (Whoo-hoo) and some are short (Whoo). Cheering and applauding, she screams out, “I just got married to a man yesterday,” and then she turns to where nobody can see her face, when she turns back, her face is old, as if it has aged thirty years. Dream ends.
I wake up.
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
Shark
Dream 5-29-13
Walking through a warehouse, I see some acquaintances of mine. They are standing on a catwalk above a pool. I walk to them. They draw my attention to the pool. I take a glance. I see a shadow of a creature swimming below the surface. They tell me it is a Great White shark. However, it is only mechanical. They want to play a game. A few more friends come by. We tell them to get into the pool. There are about four men. They wade into the pool. My friends on the catwalk push a button. Right then the shark rises out of the water and lets out a fear-inducing growl. The four men below scream and try to swim away. We all have a good laugh. Dream ends.
I wake up.
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A House From My Past
Nightmare 5-23-13
I'm in a house. A house that I used to know a long time ago. My family is here. A man is sitting in the living room. He is a violent man. He yells at us. He says that he wants a bottle of old French wine and a VHS tape. We bring it to him. I feel his violence as I walk toward him. I think he wants to do me harm. I give him the wine. I put the tape in the VCR.
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Suddenly we are traveling throughout the world. Maybe in our minds. It's not this world.
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I'm walking through the house. So many memories. It feels different this time around. It feels cold. I feel far away from reality. I walk upstairs and look at what used to be my bedroom. It's empty. Just a few meaningless pieces of paper lay on the floor. I walk into what used to be my sister's bedroom. My mother is in bed. My mother and father sleep in different rooms now. She tells me that she misses him. He is downstairs. I walk downstairs to talk to him. I tell him how I feel about this situation. He begins to cry.
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My sisters and I are sitting in the living room. We turn the light off. We see the silhouette of a giant spider. My sister screams. The light comes on. We see many spiders. Fear takes us. Dream ends.
I wake up.
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