posted on Oct, 1 2011 @ 11:59 AM
These three dreams I'm going to share with you don't seem to be connected by content, but they gave me the exact same feeling. Thus, I feel like
they are connected some how. In them, I didn't really feel like they were nightmares, but as you'll see they had quite scary and morbid undertones.
I'm sharing them because they were pretty vivid and seem like they had a lot of meaning behind them, but please understand that some people in them,
including me, acted out of character at times. If you have any comments or insights to meanings, please share.
The first one started with me returning to Raleigh, NC where I lived a year prior. I had to return to my mom's in Michigan because I had messed up
and lost my job. I had felt like, and still do, that I threw away pretty good opportunities. In the dream I got an apartment in the same community as
I once lived, but this apartment was even better. I felt amazing. I was making it. Then an old friend called me. He sounded distressed, but no matter
how hard I tried I couldn't listen to him. I kept asking what he was saying until finally I told him that I couldn't understand him and had to go.
After I hung up I felt terror for him, for me, and that I was going to ruin my second shot at making it in NC. Later, I needed some cigs so I started
to walk to a gas station. This gas station happened to be one in Michigan. Upon arriving at the gas station the friend who had called me pulled up in
a car and told me to get in. I was glad because I was worried about him. He then told me he needed money. I said that we all do. He said, "no, I NEED
MONEY." Then he told me to rob the gas station. I thought he was kidding. He assured me that he wasn't. I told him that was stupid and I wouldn't
do anything like that. He then put a gun in my face. So I said alright. I went in and bought a pack of cigs, and realized with joy that i had a couple
hundred dollars in my pocket. I got back in the car and gave him all of my money. He laughed like he knew what I did. This made me scared. It seemed
like he was testing me for something, and I had failed. Apparently though, he had let me go or I escaped, because the next thing I remember I was
walking towards my apartment. It had changed though. It was a big building that almost looked like a hotel. It was on fire. I saw images like security
camera footage. They were too graphic to really describe. Luckily, I don't remember much of this part, but apparently I acted honorably. People were
acting like I was a hero, but I felt like I didn't really deserve it. I then remember something about a McDonalds, and trying to get away from
something. Then I was walking through an alley when my friend again showed up in his car. He told me to get in, and I did. He looked at me like I was
stupid for getting in again. This time he had a girl with him, who in real life he didn't even know, but in this dream they were together. She had a
shotgun in her hands. They then told me that they were in a war or had some cause that they were fighting for, and that I had two options. The first
was that they would kill me. The second was that I would join them. I didn't want to die so I accepted. I asked what/who were they fighting. They
said I had to swear a creed first. The girl said, "repeat after me." I wish I remembered more of it, because it was long, well written, and it
rhymed. It started with "This I swear to be true" and then ended with, "until then I will not rest, unless my last breath, leaves me in death."
Then I woke up.
The second dream happened a long time after the last one. I don't remember how it started, but I was with another friend. We somehow knew someone was
coming to rob him, but we weren't at his house. We were at my aunts. We had retreated in the basement. I was thinking or said, "ha, when he comes I
can take him." Then we heard the front door being kicked in. I looked at my friend and said, "are you ready?" My friend just had a frightened
looked on his face. I said something like, "you knew this was coming, don't chicken out now." The robber then came down the stairs, and to my
surprise and horror stood a man easily 7 feet tall, 350 pounds, and all muscle. I obviously hesitated, but apparently my little pep talk worked. My
friend said something really cocky to the man. So he charged at him. I raised my hand and yelled, "Woah!" He looked at me. Then my friend had
somehow grabbed a gun from my uncles gun cabinet, and he shot him. It did not drop him. In fact, he just looked confused. So my friend shot him over
and over again. Until finally he sat on the ground and rested his back against a couch. I ran to him and said, "you need to find peace. You're going
to die. Find peace." I begged him, and then he looked up at me. I heard another gun shot, and blood poured out of his forehead. I then ran to my
friend. "You need to find peace. Hes dead. Forgive him. Forgive yourself. Find peace." He put the gun back in the cabinet. Then we were walking to
get out of the basement, and I looked back and saw the man standing back up. He charge after my friend, so i positioned myself in a way that I could
tackle him. He saw that I was taking an aggressive stance, so he came after me. He had a box cutter with an unusually long blade in his hand. He swung
it at me, but caught his hand. I tried to wrestle it out of his hand. It wasn't working. The blade was cutting my hands. Then, when I thought he was
going to over power me, I kicked him as hard as I could in the chest. This Knocked him over and left me with the box cutter. A uncontrollable rage
rushed over me. I knelt down and proceeded to slash his neck. I then dropped the blade in horror at what I had done. I sat down next to him in tears.
My friend then walked down the stairs, as apparently he had ran away. I looked up at him and said, "Its over. Its gone." He said, "I know" Then I