I killed a man...

[Oneironaut]

...in a rather strange dream I had.

It begins with me looking at a desert wasteland. I feel it is the distant future. I am not in this scene; I am just observing. I am following the journey of two men, who come across a red creature that looks like Eric Cartman's head from South Park, lined with a circle of spikes as drawings of the sun often are. The creature is impaled by a stick coming out of the ground. It groans "I'm aliiiiive...", which startles the two men. One of them pokes it, and it explodes into two creatures. These two creatures explode into two more creatures, and each of these explodes into two more creatures, etc. The exponential growth is rather virus-like and extremely rapid. Soon whole mountains of these creatures exist, each one individually distinct from the next. I feel these creatures have taken over the whole world, driving humanity to the brink of extinction, but luckily they kill themselves off first as they cannot sustain their virus-like expansion.

Later, I find myself on a rather large wooden ship traveling on a shallow river with some of the few surviving humans. Life on this boat is harsh and brutal. We are told that we are the only people left on the planet, but somehow I doubt this. I know if I try to escape they will come after me and try to force me back onto the ship, where I will be punished.

I am on the back of the ship, looking into the water and contemplating escape. I see the motor powering the ship, and know if I hit it I will be badly hurt. No one is looking however, so I jump anyways. Luckily I miss the motor and plunge into the water. I hold my breath but I know I cannot do this indefinitely. I try to wait for the ship to go further away before coming up to air, because someone might see me if I do. I end up coming up for air a couple times before the ship has traveled very far, because it is very slow. Someone spots me, but I do not know this yet.

I swim to shore, and hear the dramatic voice of a narrator describing "the quest...for escape." I am in a dense forest now. I see an elderly man has jumped off the ship and is swimming after me. The narrator explains that he has caught several attempted escapees before. I try to hide behind a tree and see a pair of scissors in the dirt, which I pick up. I find another pair of scissors, and wait for the inevitable contact between me and the man. When he arrives, he too has a pair of scissors, but I get the first blow. I stab him to death and begin my free life.

Later I find myself in a colony started by escapees. A man and a woman give me a brief tour of the building their small society inhabits. This is a true utopia. Everything is shared among all members of the society, food is plentiful and the people are generally quite happy. The woman explains to me that if I am to join them I will have to abide by a couple basic rules their society has. I am willing to do almost anything, since this place is far better than the ship was.

I ask them what their sex lives are like, and they seem puzzled by the concept, as if they don't know what sex is. I kiss a lady on the cheek, and they are shocked and mildly offended by my action. Kissing seems to be obscene to them, although they don't really seem to know why. I kiss a man on the cheek in the same manner, hoping to stir up some instincts in these people. I explain the concept of sex to them, and they begin to remember what has been forgotten.

I high-five a man, exclaiming "we're gonna get laid tonight!" He is a black man in his late 20s or early 30s, and is ecstatic about the idea. We go into a room to sit down and have a chat, and he explains to me how people of different genders, ages and races live in harmony as equals in this society, because it is one of their fundamental beliefs that all people much more the same than they are different. In the face of the struggle all mankind has to put up with in these hard times, they feel we need to ignore our superficial differences and work together. At this point the dream fades and I wake up.

I wonder what it means...

Oneironaut Reviewed by Oneironaut on 11-10-2005. I killed a man... ...in a rather strange dream I had. It begins with me looking at a desert wasteland. I feel it is the distant future. I am not in this scene; I am just observing. I am following the journey of two men, who come across a red creature that looks like Eric Cartman's head from South Park, lined with a circle of spikes as drawings of the sun often are. The creature is impaled by a stick coming out of the ground. It groans "I'm aliiiiive...", which startles the two men. One of them pokes it, and Rating: 5

[Monkey4Sale]

Everyone always ruins stories when they admit that they were just dreams. Just tell the story, don't tell anyone it was a dream.

[Oneironaut]

Well, of course it was just a dream. Nobody's going to believe any of this actually happened.

[Polymirize]

I only mention this because you've been talking about control of your dreams lately. Any lucid element to this one or were you just along for the ride?

It's your dream. your mind. your own particular set of symbols and architypes. you tell us what it means. ?

or to be completely useless in the freudian sense...

Well, what does this dream mean to you?

[Monkey4Sale]

It doesn't matter if they believe it happened or not, dream stories are ruined by saying they are dreams.

[Oneironaut]

I only mention this because you've been talking about control of your dreams lately. Any lucid element to this one or were you just along for the ride?

It's your dream. your mind. your own particular set of symbols and architypes. you tell us what it means. ?

or to be completely useless in the freudian sense...

Well, what does this dream mean to you?

No, it was not lucid. If it was, I would have taken control and done something else entirely. I don't know what it means, if anything.

It doesn't matter if they believe it happened or not, dream stories are ruined by saying they are dreams.

I don't follow.

[Monkey4Sale]

Dream stories are just better if you run with it. Who cares if you didn't actually see a flying hippo, i didn't get to see a flying hippo at all. So just act like it was all real. Plus if youre stoned, who's going to know.

[LittLeWinG]

whoa man i wish i had dreams like that

[420ultimatesmokage]

my dreams rarely follow a coherent plot.

[dark0ne]

i had a dream last night. i was late for work and was driving rather fast. then for some reason the car was filled with people, and we were smoking. at this point going to work was off cause i was miles away in the city. i stopped to smoke in this park we saw, and this guy swam up from in the pond and startded with me. he had a shot gun but i kicked it out of his hands. I fumbled to get the gun straight, then blasted him in the water. he stood back up and i let him have it in the face like 4 times. the weird this was that the shot gun had a button for a trigger and a old bike pump type pumper.