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...is hardly what I would call it.
Today has been one really depressing day for me. Without going into great deal about the whole day in this topic, I want to tell you all about this rather unusual dream I had. It is so unusual for me to even remember what happened for a moment in a dream, let alone remember a large portion of it.
I'm not sure how it started, but I know I was walking through what I associated with a local park (not the playground style park, more of a garden style). I recognised every part of it and my mind called it by the name of a park just 1/4 mile away from my home.
It was night time, and I seperated from Albinoman (note: My friend, not the character from the stories.) I headed for a stream and as I got there I could see a kid, aged around ten, with a gunshot wound to his upper right chest near his shoulder. He was floating down the stream on his back with his eyes open looking directly upwards with a scared look on his face. I didn't recognise his face.
I called for help as I pulled him out of the water and Albinoman came (after a short while). My instinct reaction was to help him so I took him to some kind of shelter and found a coat for him to keep him warm. Someone else (who I didn't even see in the dream - just knew it happened) called for an ambulance and then things seemed to change in the dream.
The boy wasn't in any pain, though the wound was still present. Suddenly the lights went off and windows smashed with single gun shots. I remember ducking and running to get the boy to safety, as if the boy was important for some reason. I remember running passed a bare wooden table with a matching chair and it seemed significant. Then the next thing I remember was being awake.
Anyone have any idea why this dream has been playing on my mind all day?
Today has been one really depressing day for me. Without going into great deal about the whole day in this topic, I want to tell you all about this rather unusual dream I had. It is so unusual for me to even remember what happened for a moment in a dream, let alone remember a large portion of it.
I'm not sure how it started, but I know I was walking through what I associated with a local park (not the playground style park, more of a garden style). I recognised every part of it and my mind called it by the name of a park just 1/4 mile away from my home.
It was night time, and I seperated from Albinoman (note: My friend, not the character from the stories.) I headed for a stream and as I got there I could see a kid, aged around ten, with a gunshot wound to his upper right chest near his shoulder. He was floating down the stream on his back with his eyes open looking directly upwards with a scared look on his face. I didn't recognise his face.
I called for help as I pulled him out of the water and Albinoman came (after a short while). My instinct reaction was to help him so I took him to some kind of shelter and found a coat for him to keep him warm. Someone else (who I didn't even see in the dream - just knew it happened) called for an ambulance and then things seemed to change in the dream.
The boy wasn't in any pain, though the wound was still present. Suddenly the lights went off and windows smashed with single gun shots. I remember ducking and running to get the boy to safety, as if the boy was important for some reason. I remember running passed a bare wooden table with a matching chair and it seemed significant. Then the next thing I remember was being awake.
Anyone have any idea why this dream has been playing on my mind all day?
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It was incredibly simple. It was made with large pieces of wood and was like something of old days.
The importance of the boy is what confuses me the most. It was like the dream was centered on protecting him at all costs. Yet I've never seen his face before.
The importance of the boy is what confuses me the most. It was like the dream was centered on protecting him at all costs. Yet I've never seen his face before.
I've heard it said that dreams tell you what you want, it sound's like you want to move away from being dark and show another side, as for the table what would you associate with that type of table.
...is hardly what I would call it.
Today has been one really depressing day for me. Without going into great deal about the whole day in this topic, I want to tell you all about this rather unusual dream I had. It is so unusual for me to even remember what happened for a moment in a dream, let alone remember a large portion of it.
I'm not sure how it started, but I know I was walking through what I associated with a local park (not the playground style park, more of a garden style). I recognised every part of it and my mind called it by the name of a park just 1/4 mile away from my home.
It was night time, and I seperated from Albinoman (note: My friend, not the character from the stories.) I headed for a stream and as I got there I could see a kid, aged around ten, with a gunshot wound to his upper right chest near his shoulder. He was floating down the stream on his back with his eyes open looking directly upwards with a scared look on his face. I didn't recognise his face.
I called for help as I pulled him out of the water and Albinoman came (after a short while). My instinct reaction was to help him so I took him to some kind of shelter and found a coat for him to keep him warm. Someone else (who I didn't even see in the dream - just knew it happened) called for an ambulance and then things seemed to change in the dream.
The boy wasn't in any pain, though the wound was still present. Suddenly the lights went off and windows smashed with single gun shots. I remember ducking and running to get the boy to safety, as if the boy was important for some reason. I remember running passed a bare wooden table with a matching chair and it seemed significant. Then the next thing I remember was being awake.
Anyone have any idea why this dream has been playing on my mind all day?
Today has been one really depressing day for me. Without going into great deal about the whole day in this topic, I want to tell you all about this rather unusual dream I had. It is so unusual for me to even remember what happened for a moment in a dream, let alone remember a large portion of it.
I'm not sure how it started, but I know I was walking through what I associated with a local park (not the playground style park, more of a garden style). I recognised every part of it and my mind called it by the name of a park just 1/4 mile away from my home.
It was night time, and I seperated from Albinoman (note: My friend, not the character from the stories.) I headed for a stream and as I got there I could see a kid, aged around ten, with a gunshot wound to his upper right chest near his shoulder. He was floating down the stream on his back with his eyes open looking directly upwards with a scared look on his face. I didn't recognise his face.
I called for help as I pulled him out of the water and Albinoman came (after a short while). My instinct reaction was to help him so I took him to some kind of shelter and found a coat for him to keep him warm. Someone else (who I didn't even see in the dream - just knew it happened) called for an ambulance and then things seemed to change in the dream.
The boy wasn't in any pain, though the wound was still present. Suddenly the lights went off and windows smashed with single gun shots. I remember ducking and running to get the boy to safety, as if the boy was important for some reason. I remember running passed a bare wooden table with a matching chair and it seemed significant. Then the next thing I remember was being awake.
Anyone have any idea why this dream has been playing on my mind all day?
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