A Dream Within A Dream Journal

Okay this thread is making me wonder why there's not a collective FFXIAH dream journal.. I mean weird, abstract, strange and even terrifying dreams is a universal experience.. And there's a thread for most things that are nearly a universal experience (Random thoughts or our love for pictures and videos that make us laugh for example)..

I had a dream, and the blonde lady that I presume is Zahrah or is at least Zahrah's avatar was in it! First we were on a Yacht talking about the Navy, and of course since I've only seen the facial expressions she's used in her avatar, so she only made those facial expressions. At first we were surrounded by people I know, as well as my Navy Recruiters, but suddenly there was like a dissolve or transition and we were on a smaller boat, in a backwoods stream. We kept talking about what I would suppose was humorous things as we both kept laughing. Then I fell asleep in the dream. When I woke up, Zahrah was gone, but her Cell Phone was still there and she called it and I answered. She said something about grabbing the tourists and taking them down stream to see the sunset. Then it started to rain like crazy, and there was this break in the tree line where the sun was shining on this patch of the stream that had gigantic sword shaped spikes bathed in a golden radiance threatening to shiskabob me in the next few seconds. The water in the stream was rising, and the boat capsized, but I held on and pulled myself ontop of it as it was shredded to just a few planks as the rushing flood waters brought it over the swords. The whole while Zahrah is telling me some hilarious joke over the phone, which I will not put down, which isn't like me at all. The flood carries me and the boat wreckage to a bank with a break in the trees, and I can see Zahrah, and a bunch of people I do not know, on a field that is also bathed in the golden/scarleting hue of the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. Zahrah turns around from looking at the sunset, sees me and the boat. She comes over and makes that gesture in her picture that she used in that hilarious stick figure picture in the week 40 MS paint thread, and then she lifts me out of the water effortlessly and hands me a beer. My dreams are... hmmm. Unforgetable.

Let's see... my most recent nightmare involved this- It's snowing in the town I live in, in USA Northwestern Georgia. I'm driving alone on the road in my small blue 2004 Toyota Camry Consumer Edition. Out of town. There's a cold fog obfuscating everything except the leafless trees on the road side. The snow has built up to where it covers everything, sticking to the road so that I must drive slowly. There are no other cars and no sound from my car. On the side of the road I spot a giant looking fox. This fox is huge, about twice the size of a St. Bernard dog. Its muzzle is highly elongated, and at the time I spot it, its mouth is open. The fox's tongue hangs out, all of its fangs exposed. Its eyes are golden and happy looking. I'm still a good distance from this fox, and I pull over to the side of the snow covered road. I get out of my car, but I don't seem to be wearing any winter clothing; jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of boots. I approach this giant happy looking fox. I get to within about 10 yards of it, and suddenly it closes its mouth. The happy glint in its eyes becomes malevolent. The fox stands and slowly begins walking towards me. Its gaze does not falter. I take a step backwards, and then I turn around and begin walking. This is where the first sounds start in my dream. I can hear the light footsteps of this huge fox-demon, along with the steady rhythm of my heavy footsteps that crunch on the frozen snow. I begin to run. The fox continues walking. I begin to sprint. The fox starts to trot. I make it to my car, but by this point I'm frantic. I pass the front door in my panic, and open up the back door instead. I look back. The fox is galloping towards me, its gaze unchanged, golden eyes locked on me. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the sweat on my brow is dripping off onto my hands as I open the back door and jump into the backseat. One of my legs still hanging out the door, I reach to slam the door, but someone is in the seat in front of me. They tilt the seat back as fast as they can, hard. The headrest hits me in the throat and begins to suffocate me. I'm struggling to get my fingers around the door handle. I can't breathe any more. The tips of my fingers claw pathetically trying to get a grip on the door. The pain of the headrest on my throat rises, and I'm hardly squirming for lack of air. As my eyes roll back in my head, the gaze of the fox meets my last sight through the back door window. I wake up.

A Dream within a Dream Journal.

I actually dreamed that I was in a stinking mood and people were trying to console me but I was being a douchebag and having none of it. I have that dream quite often :/

Back in March I had many dreams about tornado's. There was one I remember vividly though..I was at work and looking out the window. The sky was green and a funnel was over the parking lot. So I went on the intercom and told all of my co-workers that there was a funnel cloud, but no one really seemed to care. I went back to the window and say the tornado hit the parking lot.. then I went and hid under the stairway by the employee entrance. I woke up shortly after XD; I haven't lately had a dream about tornados.. which is good I guess :x

Most recently, I had a dream about my teeth falling out lol ._.

Most recently, I had a dream about my teeth falling out lol ._.

I've never dreamed about teeth

I've never dreamed about teeth then again I rarely remember my dreams

Eyebrows... x_x;

Mr. Zicdeh, do you have any dreams you care to describe? I am curious. :D

I have incredibly vivid dreams, from Salvador Dali weird, to hardcore pornography awesome. I can count the Nightmares I've had in my life, on one hand, I remember each pretty well, considering there's a gap of some years between them, the most recent happened a few months ago. I can just recall some of the details. I remember running through a suburban field in the pitch-black of night. Mostly only able to see silhouettes of objects, and hearing the babbling of a small creek nearby. I remember vividly the sensation of extreme aerobic strain (Strained breathing, chest pounding) as I ram. Turning back around to see on the ground, a thin red line (Sort of like the barcode scanners at supermarkets) Following me, and a few other faceless people running. I caught glimpse of one person caught in this, and almost immediately they became "Stunned" and slowly (And quite graphically) Began to dissolve. The phantom Red line was slowly gaining ground, and almost on my heels. In order to avoid it, I remember Jumping into the creek (No sensation of being submerged) and getting under a small bridge that spanned it. The strange red-line thing had passed, and seemingly triumphant, I got out of the creek, and continued forward to what I now recognized as my Aunts house from years prior. Just in time to greet more Shadowed (I assume they were my cousins, but couldn't make out any facial details) people, I felt the sensation of heat on my skin. Just as I noticed I was caught in the red light, I woke in a cold sweat, chest pounding.

Is it bad that I am highly amused that the home page has threads "A Dream Within a Dream Journal" and "Seriously Wake Up Please" right next to each other? Tehehe