Wednesday, July 18, 2007

07.18.07

So, the last few days, I've been waking up in the night and early in the mornings after going through weird nightmares. Here follows my notes of such. I may expand on them sometime in the near future, but for now, I'm just hoping there aren't any more to come.

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(07.17.07)
I just woke up from what can be described as the creepiest, most realistically disturbing dream I've had in a really long time. I'm going to write notes for the time being, as it is six in the morning, and I have to go to work.

- Opening sequence something like people, dressed in business attire, running away from giant grinding cylinder; one guy looks like the actor playing Daniel on SG:1; all of them fall in a pit, darkness
- Moon Myun Sun - leader of a terrorist cult
- Set fire to my house repeatedly from outside near electrical sockets to look as if the wiring was malfunctioning
- Headed by regional cell leaders, three that I saw
- Used friend's name to get in touch with me
- Tried to get into my house, looked like the old house on Momi Way with the interior of the room at my grandparents' house
- Tried to physically hurt me, my loved ones and my friends
*My mom mentioned something about two Japanese girls coming to the house who seemed to be working under some sunshiney cult group that's been around a long time, but I'm not sure how it related completely

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Second nightmare in two days. Notes follow, the rest will come later.

(07.18.07)
- Trapped in a convenience store-type place
- Me and an older guy, non-white, but not sure of the rest
- Surrounded by bandaged=up forms outside, look like giant, nasty, bloody, bandage-wrapped dead twinkies
- Two guys on the other side thrust knives in through window cracks, I manage to steal one, but don't really have an opportunity to use it
- Outside of store, world is gray, city-like, dreamlike
- Announcer in my dream talking about "And, only with your fingers!"


Again, I wake up shaking, confused, short of breath and ready to bolt. I have a theory, but my theories are either supported by someone else's, or complete bunk. I think it's a combination of stress and worry.

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