Now, you must know, first of all, that when I fall asleep I do not dream.
My brain shuts off completely until it is time to wake.
That being said, it is highly unusual for me to have a dream of any kind.
So this, I will share with you all, in hopes that perhaps I can receive some
sort of interpretation.
My dream began in england, more specifically, the year the titanic set sail.
( RMS Titanic set sail from Southampton England at 12 PM GMT on 10 April 1912 )
I don't quite know how old I was, but I would say old enough to board the Lady alone.
It was peaceful as we set sail, the wind through my delicate locks of french curled blonde hair, there was a hint of salt from the sea in the air. Unfortunately, this is where
the happy part of the story stops dead, and we began sinking. |:
I tried my hardest to float to the top, and was even pulled up by a dear gentleman, however, I felt as if some sort of demonic wings had been wrapped around me, I could even see them! This is when I let go of the young man's hand. However, I was
still desperate to swim to the top. As the wings wrapped around me, it became darker, and the top of the water seemed so far away...
The wings consumed me and all I could do was reach my hand out. I had drown, sunk to the bottom of the ocean with nothing left. I was dead.
It was if I had traveled back in time for some reason, because the year was 1800.
I had washed ashore, blue and pale as the ocean had left me. However, I was decorated in fine silks and a beautiful gown. This time, those french curls were
dampened, strung across the sandy shore like a star of david. An older man whom was passing by found me, and took me to his mortuary, where he thought my lifeless body would be safe. I awoke there, but he wasn't shocked to see that I was alive. I felt as if I should speak to him, but when I tried to, nothing came forth.
Simply, I left in the same clothes I had been washed ashore in. When I left the mortuary, walking the foggy streets of Victorian-era London, I was spotted by a woman, one I have never seen in my lifetime. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, to which I did not recoil. I knew that I did indeed look like some sort of
corpse. But it was not the fact that I was dead... rather, she began to cry, "That's
it! That's the thing that killed my husband!" As I stepped back in confusion, more women came forth, and even a few men, accusing me of murdering their loved ones.
But what was this, I thought? I had committed no crimes.
Guardsmen slowly approached me, to which I ran from. I was not about to be caught for crimes I had no memory of committing. But soon enough, they had caught me, and I was sentenced to a hanging. As I was hung, those wings began to envelop me once more. Once again... I had died.
I don't remember quite how this next one began. I remember it was present time,
Somewhere along the lines of 2012. Those french curls were gone, and it was to my current hair style. I hopped out of a large.. what appeared to be a submarine of some sort... but it had wheels, and was on land. |:
Anyway, it was parked next to a black mustang, that police were investigating. I was walking up to a regular looking mini mart, when a sadistic looking man walked passed me. He had a large smirk on his face, and I gazed at him. He was rather ugly, though. However, it was the fact that he gazed at me, smirking in the way he did, I couldn't seem to take my eyes away from him. Whilst this was to happen, I heard strange cries coming from the background. It was my mother, telling me not
to go near this man. As he passed me, my landlady took me by the arm and jerked me away, scolding me for going near the man. Though I could hardly make out what
they were saying, I was just to busy looking. Gazing.
Before I knew it, the man was gone, and I was in a mini mart. Now.. I don't know which mini mart, but It was.. strange. It was as if I entered some sort of strange 'Yume Nikki' world. My landlady said something to me, which I couldn't quite make
out, and walked off into a different direction. I circled the isles before noticing a back room, where two little asian men conversing with one another. It was only whispers.
I walked into the back room. It was dark, and smelled of rust and mold. A dim yellow-ish orange light dangled above their heads as they watched me. I took a right into the next room, then a left, and yet another. I was in the same room. The same way I took a right. I was confused, and they looked over at me once again.
I looked at them, and headed straight for the light of the main floor mini mart; to my dismay, it was only a brighter back room... I couldn't find my way onto the main floor. It was as if a never ending maze had began, I tried and tried with all knowledge of where I came in and what I did, but I just couldn't seem to find my way. Finally, inside one of the hallways of the maze, I slumped over, against the wall. Those wings began to surround me again as I closed my eyes. I was to tired to move. To tired to live, even...
This is when I awoke. However, it wasn't a jump out of bed screaming type of wake.
I awoke as I normally do, opening my eyes, and sitting up on my bed, as if nothing
had happened.
But I must ask... what, if anything, does this mean? In this dream, I died three times, I lived three times, and I had met three different people. All this has confused me, but if you know what it means, please do give me an idea.
I don't like to dream. |:
