I dream, a lot. A lot of the time, it's about old memories. ( Some bad, Some good ) So I kind of like the fact that when I dream, It helps me remember things I don't ever want to forget.
Lately, I've been having one special reoccuring dream. It relates to a memory, but... Some of it, I just don't understand.
It's raining really heavily, and it starts with me, ( It's me but.. It's not me. ) collapsed on the ground, crying to myself, surrounded by corpses. I'm all beat and cut up, and look half dead. So I stand up, and I look around, and it's like... a battlefield. Thousands of corpses, all torn and mangled. It looks like.. a complete Genocide of the human race, with no mercy shown, not even for the most innocent of infants. I don't know what happened, Who did it, or Why it happened. All I know is, I had a big part to play in it. And while I'm staring at the horror in front of me, an arm wraps around my waist and cradles me against someone's torso. I smile, and close my eyes, and when I open them again, I'm hugging this person back, and I'm no longer in that hellish place before. I'm home. Not my home where I live at in real life, But I place I knew of a long time ago, and always dreamed to live there. It's a beautiful place. It's pretty much a mansion, up on top of a hill. Around most of the land is forest, all covered in snow. There's snow everywhere, falling from the sky, and stacked on the ground, the trees. Everwhere. It's like.. midnight, and the moon is full and bright, and it's light is cascading everything. And it's so beautiful, I can't even describe it. The person I'm hugging, he's an older version of someone I lost a long time ago. Someone I was in love with, but then he was taken from me. We're standing in the woods, near the edge of the trees, so you can just see the house and everything. I look up at his face, and I start crying again, and just bury my face in his chest and huggle him. He whispers something in my ear, but I can't hear what he says. He stops hugging me, and rests his hands on my shoulders, and says something else, but I still can't hear him. Out of nowhere, the blad of a scythe erupts from my stomach, caked in blood. Then I see someone behind me; a monster? No, a demon. He has the body of a human. His skin is dark blue,,and his hair is black. And he's got a sick smirk on his face, showing off one of his fangs. He'll whisper, "You're mine now, Annie." And then tear out the scythe from my body as I fall to my knees, and look up at my special someone, and he says: "I'm sorry." and starts to cry. I reach my hand out to him, and then... he disappears. And then I wake up.
I don't know. :\ I get it at least twice a year. But whatever. Kinda retarded. Kinda cool.
..I've never had a naked dream, You know, being nude in front of people, which seems to surprise everyone.
I used to have these porcelain creepy dolls in my room, and I'd have nightmares that they'd come to life and try to kill me. xD
Also, random fact. I've been having *a lot* of sex dreams lately. Like, the past two months have been crazy. I don't know why. I'm a virgin. :\