The Dead Dreamer

August 28 - Wicked Dream : Mechanical Animals

2007-08-29T05:04:00.001-07:00

I am a pioneer and a working for a small group of researcher trying to discover artifacts of the past to understand what happened. We are in a post-apocalyptic future. Most of the lands are ashes, dust and sand. We trying to re-discover the earth our ancestor lived on. Now, real humans are pretty rare to find and we set from place to place in small groups like nomads.

My beard and hair are long and white but I am not old. Nor am I an albino. It’s just like this, we all look the same. Everything feels like old Far-West conquest but minus the conqueror aspect. We are now the preys. Robots, which now control the majority of the planet, raid our camps as they find them. They steal our men, women and kids and turn them into cyborg human slaves.

After another raid, I decide to leave this group and go on my own. I escape into a forest. I had hidden some weapons there. Upon arrival to my secret place, I see a man standing there on a mechanical horse. The same model I had hidden right there. I first thought he had stolen mine but not. After briefly discussing with him we decide to team up. He had left his camp as well and when the pioneer’s researchers will find out I am gone, I’ll be considered as an outlaw.

After stocking up guns, ammos and activating my mechanical horse we head out the wood. We are now in some desert in Kansas. We follow some half-destructed highway crossing the desert for a couple of days (In a dream I guess that was only a few seconds in real life time).
The footstep of the mechanical horse crack the asphalt every step because of their power and weight.

On the left far side of the highway we see a bunch of robots kneeling and searching for something in a pile of junks. As we approach we realize what they are: Cannibal robots, searching for other robots parts in this pile of junks. I know they won’t bother with us, we are human, but our *fresh* horse might cause us trouble. How long they have been eating rusted and corroded models? Our horses would look like a majestic feast for them.

As I feared, they raise their heads upon hearing us. We stop and load our guns ready to fight. They start to completely ignore their pile of junk…

And my cat in real life woke me up… I was pissed, I loved that dream and how it was heading to…

August 27 - Nightmare : The Possessed Twin

2007-08-28T05:59:00.000-07:00

The Nightmare :
I am at work finishing my day. I take my cell phone off my pockets. Lot of messages waiting. All of them are from my long-time best friend that goes by the nickname of Joe and on each of them he pleas me to go help him at his house. The firs message is a short please but as it goes towards the last messages, he gets more and more anxious and crying/screaming. The last message is empty with strange noises from a far background.

I get to my friend house. From the outside everything looks black like there was no lights. I open the door and enter. I ask ''Joe? You there?". All the pieces seems to be in the darkness except a light coming from a room on the second floor. I also can hear fight noises coming from there.

I climb up stairs and enter the Twins room. They are fighting each other on the bed.They are kids about 8 of ages. One however look like he's being possessed kinda like the Exorcist, with the scars and all. He's strangling his other twin brother while laughing histerically. I jump rush the possessed one to help the other and push him against the wall. He get enraged and jump back on me. We struggle together for a short while and i realize that even if he is young he got some strengh. However i still manage to get the upper hand. He start to claw me, trying to get my face but i dodge it and he start clawing my arms with his abnormally huge fingernails. They get deep in my skin and i yell, really hurted. i push him away from me and he crash through the bedroom windows, falling down in the courtyard behind the house.

I look below and see that he is not dead and barely injured. He jump back on his feet and i see him run toward the backdoor. I turn myself to the injured twinin the bed. He's really injured and crying but nothing fatal. I tell him to hide in the closet. I then proceed to go down the stairs to look for the possessed twin. He's right there in the kitchen, staring at me with rage in his eyes, breathing hard sounding more like a roar then a breath.

We start to struggle again but i manage to get the upper hand a second time and this time i am not willing to let him go. He look at me right in the eyes. They are deep black with and pinch of red. He is smilling, almost laughing. I can see for the first time his face perfectly. Distorted face with many weird scars. Razor like teeth distorted too. He then tell me : ''Mother just drank her glass of milk. Like Milk?"

I look at him puzzled and realize short after that there's someone behind me. I look back and see his mother right behind me. Her face is zombie-like, blank eyes with a foaming white liquid flowing out of her mouth. She grab my shoulders from behind and i start screaming : ''Jooooooooeeeeeee''

... I wake up.

Behind the Nighmare, an analysis:

Now in real life i do work but don't have a cell phone for about 6 years and i am not a big fan of phones anyway i prefer real contact between persons. I don't have a real close friend which name is Joe, John or Jonathan or close to it. The only person i know called Jonathan is the friend of a friend that i actually never see much. I have two kids, a boy(4 1/2) and a girl (2 1/2). I love em both with all my love. They are the gems of my life. One is indeed more troublemaker then the other (my daughter) but nothing really that bad.

Now, i didn't have a really unsual day before that night. Usual routine and horror movie can't be to blame cause i barely watched TV in the evening, local news etc.

Oh and i don't drink milk...

The Dreams & Nightmares Collector.

2007-08-28T05:13:00.000-07:00

Since i was a kid, i knew i wasn't dreaming like most other kids. I had this confirmation while growing and asking peoples i met about their dreams and how they were dreaming at nights.
Most do normal dreams and most don't remember them or just some parts of them. For myself, i remember them all and 95% of the time completly and about 90% of my dreaming is nightmares. (I am a big horror movie fan that must not help :P).

Let's take an example : My wife, when she get to bed and close her eyes, she see nothing but black then fall asleep and dream normal thing and in the morning she wake up and about one time per month or two she can describe the dream she had but partially.

For myself, as soon my head hit the pillow and close my eyes, the darkness appear but filled with images, colors and stories starting to take shape. It usually take me around an hour to actually fall asleep but in this hour a lot happen, i am dreaming and aware of it. I did so many nightmares in my life that i got used to love them and get bored of usual dreams.

I always been interested in dreams as far as i can remember. Don't get me wrong, i am not a fan reader of dreams interpretation books. I tried to read one once and found it mostly stupid, as stupid as horoscope goes. How can you judge everyone dreams and make a judgement for all about it. One thing in someone dream might mean something else for another etc. I always tought that dreams were something like a recycling of your past days that the brain was putting back in pieces. Something like a computer do about datas.

I used to write down everything i was dreaming but stopped after a while but this morning i woke doing another nightmare and told the story to my wife and my best friend and i got the usual freak look like it was saying : You're fucked up.

So i decided to start this blog. I have been thinking about blogging for a long time now but i never really could decide myself about what i would like to talk. I could have done like most do : either speak about political views, opinions about this and that or their day by day life. But that wasn't me. I am an ordinary person and on this planet my personal views about politics or anything doesn't matter much because their will always be someone to think the oposite, whatever you think you're right. Dreams & Nightmares on the other side can't really be argued about, they are what they are. So i decided to make it my primary subject and collect them in a way.

I am a failed artist. I am very good at writting, drawing etc but never finish anything. I have about 20ish novels waiting on my computers to be complete. Some i am sure could get edited but for some unknown reasons i never complete them, even if they are close to be completed. My mind create ideas and stories every minutes. I think these stories catch me in my dreams and want to be complete.

So i'll post my dreams and feel free to comment and add your own dreams & nightmares to share with me.

Sincerly
The Dead Dreamer

(PS: Please Excuse my english, it isn't my primary language so if i do grammar mistakes i am sorry)