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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:20 pm
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[XxXRage and LoveXxX] I once had this incredibly gothy dream...
I was in the back yard of my old house....the one I lived in when I was 5, but in the dream I was the age I am now. I was holding one of my porcelain dolls I got for a birthday present where it combusted and burned to a pile of ashes in my hands. A boy appeared from the ashes and when I asked who he was, he told me he was called true love. He led me to a place called holigarthy, where we found what True Love called sadness and hate..."which will kill even the purest souls" he said. across the room I found my 5 year old self, standing there and crying. True Love told me that if I wanted to live I had to save my past before I lived into the future. Following my instructions I ran towards my young self but as I reached her, she looked at me and melted. A manical voice in the room cackled and said "Your past was to horrid and vile to save, and now you must join the souls whom have been infected by me." I looked around for True Love but all I found were the transparent souls of those whom were infected my Sadness and hate. He said "you must join these people for all eternity, and live your afterlife in pain" The voice of my young self sang a haunting tune:
why would you stay, when all that's left is pain? and even though you smile, inside your soul is screaming.
The tune played in my head over and over as sadness and hate appeared from the shadows of holigarthy. his eyes gleamed bright yellow as he paralyzed me with nothing but a glance. my soul rose above my dead body and cupped her cold hand to my cheek. she said "I wish I could help you, but now I must join the rest" and the dream ended as blackness surrounded my body and the one tune played.
That dream reoccured for about a month until I was diagnosed with depression. Dude...whoa. All my dreams used to be about me dying or feeling incredible sadness because of my mother. It was weird.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 4:25 pm
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EvFaerAshlynn Hey mods - if this is a repeat, please direct me to the original and don't hurt me. This might be a hair-splitter, because I think there might be a thread about nightmares somewhere here, but this thread doesn't just cover nightmares, but weird dreams that aren't nightmares. Ack, sorry! xp Does anyone here besides me have very unusual dreams on a regular basis? I have them pretty much all the time. For instance, last night's crazy dream featured a pair of children watching popsicles melt . The dream switched to Interview With The Vampire. Louis and Lestat were out for dinner at Cici's Pizza (pizza buffet restaurant) and they were arguing about whether or not they should let Claudia feed. Meanwhile, Claudia's at my house, locked in my father's closet. Yes, I know. What the hell, you ask. I woke up asking myself that same question. I also distinctly remember a very graphic nightmare I had a decent while back. It featured a music video for "My Immortal" by Evanescence. The opening shot of the video featured Amy Lee lying on her back, obviously dead. The video recounts her weeping, following a shadow or ghost and singing. At the end, someone stabs her in the back and she dies. The very last shot is of a man who looks suspiciously like Ben Moody cooking meat over a fire. Naturally, I woke up screaming and suspecting cannabalism. When I got back to sleep, my dream featured the Winter Olympics being held in Hawaii, and me losing Orlando Bloom in a shopping mall. If you didn't think I was crazy before now, you have your evidence. Discuss: Strange dreams Gothy-like dreams Typical subject matter of your dreams AAGH! You made me laugh! The night before last, I had this dream that I was alone in my house and I went outside, and there was this crazy old Christian lady, and she started chasing me down my street, calling me a "stupid pagen f**". I admit I was pretty freaked. confused
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 4:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:26 pm
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lawl
Wow. Those were weird.
xD
I don't have very gothy dreams as such, but if for some reason, I wake up randomly for a few seconds during the middle of the night, then go back to sleep, I have really REALLY strange random and very vivid dreams, yet when I wake up, I can barely remember them! >___<;;
But in saying that, I have a lot of gothy daydreams, or roughly about that. It's mainly when I'm bored in class or sitting on a bus listening to Deathstars, and I randomly gaze at something, then I deliberately lose myself in my imagination (which is VERY vivd). And it often involves suicide and gore, yet also humour. My daydreams can be just as strange as real dreams though. xD Par example...:
There are these characters me and my best friend have made up for roleplays, Dark Rapphael(a vampire), Rapphael(a human) and Sam(a guardian angel hidden as a human). I was in a daydreaming trance when I was walking around the shopping centre, and then I just saw my characters. I then imagined a little scenario, which involved Dark Rapphael making fun of Rapphael (behind his back) but Sam being present. I then imagined Sam imagining a silly little doodle of how he began tearing off Dark Rapphael's limbs and head and blood spurting everywhere, but in silly crappy random doodled-with-crayons type form. I then burst into a fit of laughter as I saw the doodled image of silly ketchup-type blood spurting from a drawing in my head.
...and of course, it was humiliating. I was walking by myself. In a middle of a shopping centre. Filled with lots of people getting xmas shopping done. And I laugh just in the middle of walking normally. Great. Dx
xD sorry for the long post again, I have a horrible habit of this. Dx
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 8:23 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 5:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:03 pm
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[XxXRage and LoveXxX] I once had this incredibly gothy dream...
I was in the back yard of my old house....the one I lived in when I was 5, but in the dream I was the age I am now. I was holding one of my porcelain dolls I got for a birthday present where it combusted and burned to a pile of ashes in my hands. A boy appeared from the ashes and when I asked who he was, he told me he was called true love. He led me to a place called holigarthy, where we found what True Love called sadness and hate..."which will kill even the purest souls" he said. across the room I found my 5 year old self, standing there and crying. True Love told me that if I wanted to live I had to save my past before I lived into the future. Following my instructions I ran towards my young self but as I reached her, she looked at me and melted. A manical voice in the room cackled and said "Your past was to horrid and vile to save, and now you must join the souls whom have been infected by me." I looked around for True Love but all I found were the transparent souls of those whom were infected my Sadness and hate. He said "you must join these people for all eternity, and live your afterlife in pain" The voice of my young self sang a haunting tune:
why would you stay, when all that's left is pain? and even though you smile, inside your soul is screaming.
The tune played in my head over and over as sadness and hate appeared from the shadows of holigarthy. his eyes gleamed bright yellow as he paralyzed me with nothing but a glance. my soul rose above my dead body and cupped her cold hand to my cheek. she said "I wish I could help you, but now I must join the rest" and the dream ended as blackness surrounded my body and the one tune played.
That dream reoccured for about a month until I was diagnosed with depression. Wow. I'm really sorry that you were diagnosed with depression, but I almost want to experience that dream.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 1:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 2:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 2:05 pm
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I don't know if this counts, but for the past two weeks I keep having really vivid dreams in which my brother dies. >< Last night, he was hiding from the Nazis in this enormous, long clothes closet; I could see him, even though I wasn't there. The next "scene" was incredibly blurry, I just remember seeing him on the ground and having these words saying that he "suffered trauma" in my head. The next day I was at my old school, now bomb sheltered, with the few survivors. I asked my sister how he was, and she told me he was dead, looking at me weirdly scared and resentful. Can't remember the rest of it.
In another one, he basically OD'd. >> Haha, I guess that's the closest to gothy I get.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 2:17 pm
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