my dreams are always very vivid, detailed and colorful. i started writing them down, the ones i remember. in fact i keep my notepad by my bed and i start entering the dreams as soon as i awaken. here's some that i saved. the first one is a dream i had, which i documented and emailed to a boyfriend i had. he ended up cheating on me, the rat!
Last night I had a really
cool dream. I don't remember anyone being in it but
me. But I could see the ocean in front of me and it
was a beautiful grey color and the sunlight was making
it sparkle like in that picture I send you a lot,
anyway it almost looked like mercury and I was just
wading into it, and part of me was afraid the undertow
would get me but I kept ignoring that, just wading
into it and it felt so nice and then I saw these
little creatures swimming they were fish but they
looked like kittens and when you picked one up it was
dry and fuzzy like a kitten, it was strange. But I
felt good throughout the whole dream...
i think that dream was trying to tell me something. anyway i blocked his email and he wrote to me with three new email addresses and changed my number and forgot him. and he is trying to get me back now that he knows i am separated again well he can go #$@# off.
the next dream is one i had a few years ago:
I was part of a scientific underwater research and recovery team. Our task was to rescue people living under the ocean in an Atlantis or Biosphere type of structure. They had been living there for 20 years. They were scientists who had been abandoned by their colleagues when it was determined that the biosphere was in imminent danger. There was only a certain number of bathyspheres to go around, due to inadequate government funding, and the people who knew about it took them to escape, leaving the others behind.
20 years ago, the biosphere suffered an explosion, which caused it to descend deeper into the ocean depths, until it was lost from all radar. It was presumed that the Biosphere was lost forever, and that everyone on board was dead. Now, the child of one of the survivors, a HAM radio buff, was purposely sending out signals, hoping someone on the surface would intercept them. All radios had been lost in the explosion, or had been secretly destroyed years ago by the as-yet unborn boys father, a hemp-growing, reefer-smoking professor who had found his underwater Utopia and wanted to stay there at all costs. The boy, now 15, had constructed the radio from bits of wire, transistors and other small electronics found throughout the biosphere over a number of years. His father, the demented ex-professor, had appointed himself ruler of their underwater domain.
On the surface, our team had spotted a faint signal on our radar, and sent a robot bathysphere down to explore. Its cameras revealed the biosphere and survivors, along with their children. The robots instruments revealed that the biosphere was in imminent danger of cracking. These people had to be taken out now or they would surely perish.
We decided it was best to not contact them, but to just go down and get them. The rationale was that we didnt know how these people would react to outsiders, so our mission took on almost militaristic undertones. We descended, wearing high-tech SCUBA gear and toting tiny yet powerful tools, like cool cameras and scopes. As our cams zoomed in on the inside of the biosphere, we saw unbelievable sights. The professor had a greenhouse in which he grew hemp and marijuana. Signs were posted everywhere, saying anyone caught stealing either one would be shot on sight, as it was more precious than gold. Some of the people were quite industrious and creative. A husband and wife team had designed and built small amphibious craft, which could go to the surface and back underwater again. So far only one prototype was built, and the boy had plans to steal it and travel alone to the surface. The craft had its own line of safety features and seats for little children. We gained entry and went inside
anyway that's all i could remember.
recurring themes in my dreams are ones in which i am flying at night, soaring high over black water, looking down at the golden gate bridge. it's all lit up and the twinkling lights look like a thousand stars. other themes are i am in a tall building and in an elevator that goes sideways and upside-down and i'm always afraid to get into it.
Edited by - Incense_and_Peppermints on 21 July 2002 19:16:58
