dreamzzz

I dream almost every night and can remember most of them. I have always had very surreal, intense and possibly psychotic dreams/nightmares. I remember dreams from when I was 3 or 4 and even how they made me feel. Random things/situations/objects can also trigger me to remember dreams from years ago. I dream in color.

I had this nightmare last night, that you are soon to hear about. When I forced myself to wake up from the dream, I immediately grabbed my phone and texted Kate because she shares my weird dream problem.

THE DREAM

I was in a city, which was a mix between Pittsburgh and Columbus. I was constantly calling my mother but she could not be reached. Suddenly, everyone started to flee but no one that I was with would leave with me. I ended up with Jen B., a girl from Pittsburgh who is not a close friend and I haven't spoken with in over 6 months. We are walking around this almost abandoned city when everything starts to get dark and the wind starts to pick up. We dash underneath a high rise building for coverage. The wind storm gets worse and worse. I know in my dream that this is the end up of the world. Armageddon. Across the river are more buildings and we can see the outline of all them where we sit. Slowly, all the electricity goes out of each building one by one. We sit in darkness and silence until we hear the chime of church bells all around us. We sit there until a black homeless man comes up to Jen and I. He wants to do something sexual with us since it's the end of the world. Jen agrees to kiss him. A boy I know from Pittsburgh then throws the man off Jen and starts to beat the shit out of him. Jen and I sit there, astonished to what is all happening around us. When we look up and see that there are other people still in the city and are slowing starting to emerge. Antolin appears and asks what the black man is doing to us. The man hauls off and hits Antolin, causing his eyes to bleed. He falls to his knees and blood goes everywhere. It starts flowing down the streets. We then start to hear screams. We look up and there is man coming out of one of the tunnels and is shooting the survivors. He kept screaming that this is for everyone who doesn't like Columbus and doesn't like his cat named, "Puppy". I woke myself up at this point.



Why do we dream these things? How did it get conjured up in our sub conscience? Are these fucked up dreams supposed to relay something important to my everyday life?

Regardless, I love my dreams. Albeit, they're crazy, sometimes scary and leave me in an emotional haze all day long, I would not want to be rid of them.


p.s.- Thanks dream, for ending on such a weird/funny note.

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