NIGHTMARES

When I was younger I had nightmares of being raped. I think thats a subconscious insecurity many girls have though.

I would say that A LOT of girls have dreams of being raped.

The only nightmare i've ever had, and i mean ever was one where i am metaphorically represented as a pure perfect shaft of fast flowing sand, which is me, in my sublime and all encompassing calm. And then these horrid crunching twig mutant finger things start to rip up through the sand, which is me, and distort the calm with a loud almost painful noise of machinery and destruction, and the sand is messed up...and thusly i am messed up in every way you can think of.

And then i dream of the room i am sleeping in and a ball of white light starts to expand until i am being crushed by it, and i can't breathe, and the sand which is me is still being messed with....i always wake up crying from that one, no matter how old i get.

A Psychic told me that it's some kind of latent mediumship abilities tring to come through, which were repressed by my Roman Catholic Mother when i was a child. The light being the ability to sense the spirit world trying to connect with me, and the sand being my psychological resistance to it as it comes close to me....but i guess she'd say that to all the boys.

: )

Thank God I don't have nightmares.

felt like I was playing a game, my brother and I were walking through this really strange place, A forest I suppose, hued in purple and blues, it seemed more like a place of fantasy. When we enter this village my brother disappears and I am surrounded by glowing orbs which upon closer inspection I found to be spirits and spoke to me of defeating the beast. I didn't understand what they were talking about until proceeding into this clearing of ornamental horrors where this beast or enormous proportions stood, he had wings....torn and vicious looking, but not so much as his fangs and claws..I'd put him into more detail if I could but the memory is quickly fading me even as I type this. It was Matt...that was the beast, and these spirit things expected me to kill it, my childhood friend and what he had become. I walked up to it not in fear, for fear seems to be a non existent force in me nowandays but in sorrow. I was hoping to reason with the beast who once stood as my best frient, but instead he slammed me against the wall, and my body was ravaged brutally. Game Over, or so I thought.. when I seemingly awoke back in the village, two boys had saved me. The spirits then decided to show me a weapon against the beast, Armor, Like that of the ancients ellaborate but elegant and flowy with femenine surrealism. They had me wear this armor and sent me back into the clearing. This time I felt nothing as I looked at the beast, we fought and I tore him down like nothing.
Then my dream shifted I suppose...the boys who had saved me before were again at my aid as an army came in pursuit of me, gunfire and explosians surrounded us, but the boys one of dark hair and one of light stayed with me and helped me fight..
yeah that's all i really remember...