posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 01:48 PM
Don't know what causes it, although my dreams are particularly vivid around the full moon.
Actually, I froze at my desk when I began reading your post. Cheap motel. Trip. Other people involved. I was hand to mouth for a moment, thinking
you were going to describe the dream I had last night (about which I told family members, who said, 'Gee, why don't you just sleep when you're
asleep, like other people'.
But yours was different to mine, so I've relaxed again now.
Bit the same though. My adult daughter and I had been on a tour bus trip. The bus was parked on a gravel road surrounded by bus. All of us from
the bush got out to stretch our legs on the nearby beach. It was going on dusk.
It got weird at that point, because within the dream, I though, 'Oh no, not this place again'. Because there's a 'place' I go sometimes when I
dream these vivid dreams and it's recognisable first from the atmosphere and second from the light. I've posted lots about this place under my
previous account. I've never been there in real life. It has a strange atmosphere. It unnerves me, but at the same time I have a sort of
'homesick' feeling for it sometimes when I'm awake.
Ok. The start of the dream. We're on the beach and the water (the sea) is flat, no waves. Yet the sign says 'Burleigh Heads'. And the real life
Burleigh Heads is on the ocean and there are always waves. So within the dream itself, I knew something was wrong, but to 'make it right', I told
my daughter that the reason there were no waves was because we were on the other side of the continent. She looked dubious and said nothing. I knew
my explanation was wrong, but I was having to make-do.
We then made our way back up the beach to where a motel was. It was two storey, square and stood between us and the tour bus which remained further
back on the dirt road.
Most people got back into the bus, but I felt that would be unwise and told my daughter we'd stay in the motel for the night. Other people were
staying at the motel too. Then, the bus reversed backwards and was gone.
As it got dark, people began going to their rooms. The motel was brightly lit. It felt wrong, somehow .. bad. I viewed the motel from outside in
the darkness. It was very exposed and smaller than it had seemed earlier on. I knew staying there was a mistake.
Then I saw the men in the bushes surrounding the motel. They were armed, organised. And I realised it was a set-up.
Got back to the motel just as the men began killing everyone. Nowhere to hide inside the room, so I stuffed our beds with pillows and at the last
moment, my daughter and I pressed ourselves up against the wall, just as the door opened and two men entered. They spoke and one began bashing down
on our beds.
But then I 're-wound' my dream, because I realised he'd be able to tell the difference between pounding a pillow and smashing skulls .. the sound
would be different.
So next version, I shoved my daughter up a conveniently located man-hole in the ceiling, just as the door burst open. But as our room was on the
first floor, there would obviously be no crawl space for us to hide in.
Rewound again, this time locating us on the second-floor, and again my daughter and I escaped up the man-hole just as the door burst open. But there
were rats up there and my daughter began screaming.
Rewound again. This time got us down to the beach in the dark. Began dragging my daughter along the sand. But that would leave footprints for them
Rewound again. This time, we ran into the water to escape as our door burst open. But, sharks. And it was a very isolated location so we wouldn't
know in which direction to swim.
All the time I was rewinding and revising the dream, the feeling of menace and the murderous gang on a killing spree continued in the background.
Next version of dream within dream had my daughter and I escaping through the window as the men burst in, then climbing up a tree to see if we could
see lights in the distance to show us which way to run. But I realised that when dawn came, the men would see us, or might camp beneath that tree.
Finally, I 'solved' the situation by making the bus return before the men attacked, after which it took us around a corner and there .. happy ending
assured now .. was the normal world, bright, happy, safe. I knew (within the dream) that I was cheating by ending it that way and had to work hard
(in the dream) to get that version to 'set' long enough for me to wake up (in real life) and escape the whole thing. Woke up exhausted.
My daughter revises her dreams while they're occurring too, often waking herself up when she can't fix the situation. Don't know if they're lucid
dreams or not, but they're tiring and leave you feeling you should go back (to sleep, or into the dream, whatever) and do a better job of fixing
things up so they will have a 'better' conclusion before deserting them.
Had to edit some spelling mistakes. Weird you never see them until after you've posted
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