December 3, 2008

• Regurgitating vomit in the form of dream

  99% of the time I don’t have dreams. It could be due to the irregular hours and lack of sleep or perhaps my conscious mind simply cannot comprehend any of my dreams. When I dream things, I’ll have some sort of grasp upon a vague comprehension of what just happened in my imagination upon first wake. However, within minutes, all memories of my dreams begin to vanish.

  I still vaguely remember my dream from last night. It was strange.

  -Sneaking around through a worn down hospital, trying to avoid everyone from seeing me.
  -Somehow I got caught and was killed through unmemorable means.

  -Part of my dream became somewhat of a game where if you kill people, treasure and gold will come out.
  -A miller had a gaping green hole through his chest and a dozen red stab wounds. Someone killed him thinking that treasure would come out, but he was just a normal person and nothing came out. The man was killed for no reason. A small wooden treasure chest was strapped to his belt, but it wasn’t real. There was no way of opening it.

  -There were two male characters hallucinating as if one of them was a female and each of them was being attacked by an imaginary aggressor.
  -They killed each other’s imaginary enemies, which immediately dissipated in thin air.
  -They kissed or were about to kiss and then the hallucination halted, turning them back into their true forms.
  -Immediately they died! Exploded or something.

  • 7:35 pm
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