I just need a place to remember.
StoriesDiscuss I just need a place to remember. in the The Pen forums; Pieces and fragments, dreams and nightmares. This is more a nagging voice telling me to tell my tale than anything. If I don't write it down I will forget. ...
Pieces and fragments, dreams and nightmares. This is more a nagging voice telling me to tell my tale than anything. If I don't write it down I will forget. Anytime I can remember them, I'll tell them to you.
Collision - I was standing silent outside as a train came towards me. It was an old train, something out of the early 20th century. It derailed in front of me and ran into the ground. The earth literally liquidized like a sand trap before it. The entire train raced down into the ground. Other people gathered around to watch in amazement as the train disappeared underground. As the last of it went under the ground became solid again. You could still hear the muffled screams of the passengers underneath.
__________________ I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I got on an L Train in some unknown big town. It began speeding up and I realized I was the only one on board. I walked through the cars to the front and saw there was no driver. I got on the radio to call for help and heard an electronic voice gargling nonsensical noises. In my dream I saw that the entire town was filled with hundreds of abandoned trains racing like snakes through the tracks, all coming together in the center of the town for one giant crash.
I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I was in a large white building. It had a well cut green lawn surrounding it. It felt like a hospital but I believe it was more of an asylum. I was wondering the halls and somebody I knew in the dream but not in real life had a wife who was dying of cancer in one of the rooms. We were visiting her. She was missing her nose and you could see the bone and meat where her nose use to be. I remember thinking it was perfectly grotesque but normal in the dream. I didn't think about why she wasn't covering it with bandages or an artificial nose. I was very uncomfortable through the dream. There were Jim Henson Muppet characters wondering the halls. Some were pushing patients in wheelchairs. Now that I think about it the Insane Asylum / Hospital seems to have been run by the muppets. What a strange idea. It all seemed perfectly normal in this dream. They all had a faded blueish grey tints to them although I remember them being colorful. I think the washed out artificial light inside the white hallways sucked some of the color out of my dream. I have been having nothing but nightmares the past several years. And while I enjoy them I don't understand why I can't dream happy dreams. It's always something horrible happening or on the verge.
I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I was operating a giant robot made of neon lights. It was constructed of very long thin tubes of neon lighting. They were mostly light blue, pinks, and a hazy purple. It vaguely resembled a human figure. It's head was made of one long beam going up. It's arms, torso, lege, etc were fastened together by translucent electrical cords. It stood five stories high and I was on it's back. It had a surreal spine made of intricate neon light fixtures bending in relation to it's anatomy. The arms were long stalks of brilliant neon light. I controlled it with levers and took it through the streets of downtown Chicago. It was dark and although the city was bright my robot was brighter with wild artificial colors illuminating everything. Nobody seemed to think it was strange that I was marching this vast electric miracle across cars and buses. I felt like I was in a parade by myself. celebrating electric fantasies.
I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
More Information
Linear Mode
Latest Threads
