Last night I had a dream. I was in a dark abandoned forest. Anyway let’s start from the beginning. In the dream it started out I was at my house. My friend who had recently passed away had invited me to go party with him so I did, I got wasted. We all played beerpong, smoked pot and, well just had fun. After a few hours at the party in my dream I had to get going so I left and took my car home. The only thing was the town had changed and morphed in such ways it is hard to describe. It was as if there had been a nuclear war and everything was destroyed. So as I was driving the world kept morphing into something horrid. Something I dream about all the time. An abandoned forest. So in the dream I start to drive faster trying to get away from the forest as fast as I can the thing was that the forest kept growing faster around me and my vehicle sooner or later engulfing me. Suddenly my car broke down and I had to find a near by place to see if they could help, knowing now that there is no one around after hours of searching I give up and hunker to a tree and I start to cry scared out of my mind. Then I get up and try to find my way back to the car. Thing was when I get to where my car was suppose to be I find nothing but a lake of blood. So I turn back and start dashing through the woods as fast as I can to try to find my way out but I can’t the forest never ends. Then I find a note on a tree. It says to run in what looks like blood. So what do I do? I run even faster then I trip after running for what seems like forever. It is my friends head that I trip over and I scream then I hear a crackling behind me and I look and what I see is so horrifying I can’t move I am like a deer in headlights, then it starts to almost… hover closer and it grabs me up with its long slender arms and its jaws open and it screams in my face with a thousand screams of the souls it has captured….. That’s the end of it though. I wake up then sweat beading off my face and then I dream of it again… I don’t know what to do… I’m scared.
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I had a similar recurring dream once. I got some complete strangers on the internet to analyse it. They came to the conclusion that the dream signified a subconscious desire to live. Maybe they were right about wanting to live but their reasoning behind why I was running away from being crushed by the collapsing ceiling was nonsense. Who wouldn’t.