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LiTTLExMiSSxSUiCiDE

PostPosted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 3:49 am


I am in a cold black abyss.
Nothing is here.
A haunting tune plays in the backround.
It begins to snow in one lone place.
As I walk to the snow, a cold breeze comes from no where.
I can see yet not feel theissnow.
As I look past it, I see another in my life.
But they live as though I never existed.
Everything goes right for them.
The tune grows louder as I try to reach through.
But as my hand is almost there,
It hits a glass window of a sort.
I cannot get through.
When I call out, no one answers.
And then the tune stops.
A voice calls.
It screams at me
"You are worthless!" it yells.
"You do not belong!"
"They would be better without you!"
The voice fades and the music returns.
The melody deafens me.

Suddenly, I find myself falling backwards.
The snow is gone. The tune fades. And suddenly everything goes black.
I cannot see.
I cannot feel.

...And then I wake up.

--
Oh, the love of re-occuring dreams.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:46 am


I hear you... although mine aren't usually like this.

Usually something's trying to kill me... and in the one that STILL comes back occasionally... it does... if I wouldn't wake up in time to avoid it...

Gomenroia


KirbyVictorious

PostPosted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 3:10 pm


Kirby's recurring dream: exploring a castle, hotel, etc with various friends and book characters doing various goofy things, me having crushes on the weirdest people and stuff like trapdoors and broken elevator shafts everywhere.

ta-dun.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 8:19 pm


My only reoccurring dream: I'm a completely different person, a balding, mildly overweight, middle aged man with brown hair, that is all the hair that's left. A small blue car is always behind me as this guy and I'm always standing on the edge of a cliff. I fall forward and about halfway down I wake up, always feeling as if I fell onto the bed, as opposed to having been laying there the whole time.

lidless_i

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