posted on Dec, 12 2009 @ 08:33 PM
I have dreamt whole movies in the past and, as I recall, they were quite hilarious. My wife has told me on more than one occassion that I was laughing
in my sleep again. I never really could remember them in any great detail after I awoke but I do remember thinking that they were quite splendid while
I was busy dreaming them up.
I do have recurring dreams of exploring several fantastic "landscapes". I'll call them that because I am always alone in these environments. I
never encounter another human being. One is a rather spooky old and decrepit house which seems to have an endless supply of secret passageways. The
floors are all sagging and rotted and I often have to be very careful where I step so as not to fall thru the rotted timber as I explore the location.
The second is a what I would call a luxury apartment that seems to be located in a Southern California town, just a few blocks from the ocean. In
fact, I can see the ocean from some of the windows when I'm there. The exterior of the building is covered in an off-white stucco and you have to
climb a spiral stairway in order to get to the second floor, where the apartment is located. The rooms are huge and decorated in a modern, eclectic
style. Many of the rooms are connected by long hallways that have hardwood floors covered with beautiful thick carpet runners. Whenever I visit this
place I always feel as tho there is someone else about the place and that I'm not supposed to be there. As to who the other is I cannot say since
I've never actually dreamed that I encountered them. Nor can I possibly tell you all why it is that I would be in a stranger's apartment in the
first place if I was not welcome there. It's just one of the peculiar facets of the dream.
The third landscape is the most fantasitc. It seems to be a huge abandoned manufacturing facility that has been built into the rock walls of an
imposing cliffside at the edge of a violent ocean. This facility has vast rooms filled with all sorts of the most fantastic machinery, all of it
rusted and broken. In the rooms that line the outer walls the windows are all broken out and many birds have taken to building nests along the lips of
the steel I beams that hold the ceilings in place. I always visit what seems to be the loading area in this dream, and it is a most impressive sight.
Here the ocean has battered away most of the outside walls and the waves come rolling into the room and crash against the loading docks. Outside I can
see large jagged spiral rock formations, reminiscent of the stalagmite formations found in many caves. For some reason this room seems to fill me with
a deep sense of foreboding, although I cannot begin to say why. At some point in this dream I always climb the rock cliffs to the top of the plateau.
The wind is blowing at a fierce clip and the nooks and crannies of the rock walls are filled with fantastic vegetation. They seem to be small conifers
of some kind that grow into tight little ball shapes, no doubt to survive the howling wind. When I reach the top I am treated to a fantastic vista.
The cliffline extends off into the distance and seems to writhe back and forth against the ocean like a snake. At its base, the ocean churns like some
terrific storm has just passed thru. I can see that the cliff face has many more structures like the one I was just exploring jutting from its surface
out to the horizon. The sun is always hanging just above the horizon, but whether it is rising or setting I cannot say.
[edit on 12-12-2009 by godless]