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LTK:
You don't have to be violent to have dreams about violence, 'subconsciously' or not. Gruesome dreams can happen to anyone. I used to dream about my own suicide often, doesn't mean I'm suicidal.

SubaruStephen:
I don't dream often (or I just don't remember them when I wake up), so when I have the same dream several times, it kinda freaks me out.

Apparently I watch Godzilla movies too much, because I keep dreaming that I'm one of the people in the evacuation scenes. I run for hours trying to get away from the giant monster, I'm carrying suitcases that I can't let go of, and I don't know where to go because I can't understand what anyone's saying or read anything because I don't know Japanese.

GarandMarine:
Not quite a dream but,,,,

This is what happens in my head late at night with little sleep. To the tune of I Dreamed a Dream from Le Mis, a snippet of "I Dream of Naval Gunfire Support"

I dream a dream of days gone by
When squids had actual weapons
and did real fighting
I dreamed those shells would fall true
I dreamed their aim would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
So fire calls were made and never wasted
There were no restrictions to be paid
No pill box unshelled
No call for fires wasted

Masterpiece:
I had a weird dream.

I was somewhat alone, nobody was looking at me, everyone just passed by without noticing me. I was awkward around everyone and thought I was hideous, because I didn't know how I looked.

And then I found a mirror, and what I saw in it was beautiful. I was beautiful.

I didn't know whose mirror it was or if the mirror felt it was appropriate to show me my face, but we didn't care, I felt so much better with the mirror than I ever did without it. We'd always be together, looking at each other and the mirror made me feel at ease with myself. At some point I forgot it wasn't mine.

Of course, at that point its previous owner came up to me and violently requested his mirror back, and in the struggle, the mirror fell to the ground. The shattering made my insides turn, like the shattered mirror was just a reflection of my heart shattering at the same time.

I kneeled down to pick it back up (other owner had disappeared into thin air), taking the handle and turning it around to see. All I saw was shattered glass, and my reflection, broken beyond recognition. And seeing myself broken like that made me so sad I woke up, feeling nauseous.


I don't like metaphors.

ev4n:
I think in my dream 2 nights ago I must have been the world record holder for running down stairs.   Another house exploration dream, sort of.

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