jillton wrote:I used to also have another recurring dream, it starts out with me on the couch watching TV, then I realise I'm levitating, then I realise I can fly, I fly around my house for a bit, when I kinda get stuck, and then realise there's a witch chasing after me, I try to get away but I can only move in slow motion, then I suddenly have the knowledge that there's one of the I think red nose day bears - the one that has the scarf over one eye and his fur is yellow? - in one of the cupboards with a bomb inside it and I need to get to it before it goes off....
This is sort of similar to a dream I had.
At the time I was in a sort of weird phase in my life, I was thinking about coming out of the closet to my parents. I was exploring my sexuality at that time, and it seemed right. Currently, though, I'm not gay, and I guess it was just that time where I wasn't sure who I was.
Anyway (this was years ago), I dreamed I was exploring a giant cave system in a mountain. It was exciting and beautiful; it was this scene where the stalactites and stalagmites almost met, and their colors ran so beautifully together -- almost like an earthly rainbow of mixture. I explored for, what it seemed like, for hours. I looked at the cave wildlife. I looked at the reflectivity of the water and reflected on myself the person I had become. I couldn't accurately describe to you the image that I saw -- it was a creature, almost human but not. It was a thing, a thing not human yet not completely animal. Before I could accurately and cognitively create a rational reason for the image that I saw, I was yanked away.
My feet started moving against my will. I walked toward the end of the cave.
But, when I got to the end, there was a standing door. Was it a door... to the past? to the present? to the future? to my death? to my creation?
As if by magic, the door opened.
And out comes the reflection of myself! It begins chasing me, with eyes of fire and passion, ready to engulf my being -- to replace my very soul. I run as fast as I can, to get away from it; it was a part of me, or even entirely me, but it wasn't me
. I look closely and, as to what I can physically describe, it was a man. This man had a golden ring on his left hand. But no matter what I do, he keeps reaching his hand out to me, to touch me; and no matter how fast I run, he is the exact same distance behind.
The man stops running and at the same instant my legs stop. I'm forced to turn to face this man.
He is right by the water where I had seen my reflection. He turns, with his back towards me, and bends to look at the water. I see what he sees. It's a reflection of me -- the exact me. With his hands, he reaches out, and pulls apart the water. A hole is made; a hole to what I can only describe as my own soul. I am sucked in against my will.
And then I woke up.