The Dreams

[shanmonster]

I ride up an enormous elevator high into the sky. The sky elevator is made of stainless steel, and the top is shaped like a giant horizontal disc. I stand on the edge of the disc and am given a strange stainless steel apparatus. It's about eight inches long and flat like a ruler. On either end, the metal bends up into rounded knobs. I grasp just beneath the knobs with either hand. By turning this machine in various ways, I can control my flight. For that is what this is: a means of flying around without using pesky wings or rotors. I fly up and down, swooping in all sorts of directions, even doing a few loop-de-loops. But I'm nervous, because my hands are sweaty and I'm fearful the device my slide from my grip, letting me fall and splatter on the ground far below. So I fly close to the disc, so that should my hands get too sweaty, I have a place to stand while I readjust my grip.

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I'm in a large cafeteria. Over in one corner is a smelly vagrant. He's shit his pants, and looks like he'd stink even if he hadn't. His body is festooned with grime. A boy of about nine years of age wanders over to him, fascinated. I want to warn the boy away--the man looks filthy of mind as well as of body--but I keep my mouth shut. I look away and start eating my lunch. When I look back, the filthy man is nude and is trying to make the boy grasp his genitals.

I rush over and grab the boy away from the pervert. He follows me back to my table, but whenever I look away, he keeps returning to the dirty man.

Finally, I rush outside to find a police officer. I find two embroiled in a gun fight. While bullets zing and whiz all around, I explain the situation of the pervert and the little boy. Since pedophilia is a more serious concern than gun battles, one of the police officers accompanies me back to the cafeteria where the boy is extricated from the pedarest's dirty clutches. Then I wake up.

Comments

[basksinshadows.livejournal.com]

I won't even attempt to psychoanalyze you through your dreams lady,but damn thats screwed up. Ever have dreams in which your actions were not what you would do in the waking world?As if you were just a witness to your own actions?Or even more freaky,see it all in third person,unable to effect events occuring around you.

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

"Ever have dreams in which your actions were not what you would do in the waking world?"

Sure. I've killed and eaten people raw in my dreams. I can't say I've ever been tempted to do such a thing while awake.

"As if you were just a witness to your own actions?"

Again, sure. I consider my dreams mostly to be my sleeping self's way of entertaining me. Witnessing my dreams is like sitting back, eating popcorn, and watching a movie.

"Or even more freaky,see it all in third person,unable to effect events occuring around you."

Not quite so much. I'm generally a very lucid dreamer, and can often effect events from within the dream.