joker jr.
08-14-2008, 10:18 PM
Bank Guard
I was in a Japanese-looking house, paper walls, sliding wooden doors, etc. with my family (of which I had never met any of) across a bridge, to another house much like it. In the house across, was our rival family. I somehow knew what I had to do when my little brother(Somehow I knew he was, though again, I had never seem him before.) gave me a hatchet. It had a black, foam-rubber grip on the handle, painted red about 2 inches up from the grip and red on the back of the head. The whole thing as about 10 inches long. It looked exactly like one that my grandmother had years ago.
I gripped the hatchet tightly and walked out of the house, as it began to rain heavy and the entire area acquired a dark blue tint. I walked across the rickety, wooden bridge to the neighbouring house, slid open the side door and barged in. Just inside all the walls were wooden and there was a Mexican-looking woman, about 30, standing to my right.
I swung the hatchet at her and try to hit her in the head. I hit her in the shoulder once, pulled the hatchet back and tried to hit her again, this time in the chest. It didn't work. I shrugged it off and pushed her to the side, she seemed to act as if I was just a weirdo walking by on the street.
I walked the opposite way down the hall where a kid, about 11 or 12, was sitting on top of a wall furnace thing. I pressed the hatchet to his left jugular vein and pressed hard, then slid the hatchet across his neck hard to the right jugular. It didn't do anything. I pushed him back into the wall and went around a corner where there was a bright green and white kitchen straight ahead.
I walked down about to it then suddenly an Indian man wearing a turquoise turban came around the corner fast, my face almost colliding with the side of his. Again, I took the hatchet and tried to hit him in the head. All it did was smack him like a light hammer. He punched me in the face, so I smacked him with the hatchet again and pushed him to the ground. I ran into the kitchen and tried to find the knife drawer. Incidentally, the first one I opened happened to be the one. I took out a large, smooth knife(By smooth I mean no teeth), and ran back to the man in the turban. I plunged the knife down and stabbed him in the leg, then as I tried to pull it out again, I woke up.
Later that day I realized that the man in the turban was one of the guards at a local Wells Fargo.
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Forest Hills
It began as Meagan, our friend Dan, and I were somewhere in the middle of a very odd forest, sometime in the evening. There were all kinds of weird hills and bumps in the ground. The ground was also coated in wet leaves, sticks and various little pieces of trash. There was also a bloody corpse with empty eye sockets laying at the bottom of one of the hills, half-buried in leaves. Meg said something about finding a place to stay for the night. Dan and I climbed up a couple of hills, trying to see a bit further. We saw nothing but taller hills. Then, Meg yelled at us to come over as she was climbing over one of the hills, of which there was a very small house built into the side of a hill before a creek-like thing, which across from that was a BIG hill.
We went into the house and looked around. It was fairly dark, but quite visible. I walked toward the living room, Dan walked toward the kitchen and Meg walked down the hall toward the bedroom. This part of the dream I don’t really remember. I suddenly found myself a long way from the house, in a city resembling Manhattan. Not only this but I found myself to be… a Rabbit(Furry kind of Rabbit, not really normal Rabbit). I was also wearing dress pants, a vest and a tie. I had a kind of a GPS thing with me, so I could see where Meg and Dan were. I ran in that direction down the streets – somehow EXTREMELY fast whereas still at normal speed – I got to a wooded area and saw a factory type building.
I went inside fast and there were two walkways – one was to a desk, where a man with a similar condition as I, but a Raven rather, was sitting. The other, was outside to a hollow tree with a hole in the bottom of the trunk, where I could see Meg was sitting inside. I began running over to her, then the clerk pointed out I had to speak with him first. So I went back to him and spoke with him for a moment. He made some gibberish that made no sense whatsoever. I ran back to the tree and went inside. She was lying on her legs with the left side of her torso propped up against the inside of the tree. I cuddled up to her and held her for a few moments.
This part of the dream was very unclear. I suddenly found myself with her again, outside in the daytime in some parking lot. For some odd reason I said something about the most fierce dog in the city, and she said “Sean”(I think) as a vanilla colored pitbull came running out of a large shed in one corner of the parking lot. He started grring at two guys standing there trying to block him from going any further. Eventually they grabbed him and just then it’s back to Meg and I inside the tree.
Just then, Dan showed up. Again – This part is unclear – Suddenly there were large square holes all along the bottom of the tree. Dan held up a blue superhero like latex mask that was covered in blood on the inside. Then he and Meg spoke about something, but I couldn’t understand them. They were speaking in English but it just didn’t make any sense. Meg gasped at him and said he’s going to get caught one of these days burying them so close to the house. Just then I noticed the factory thing had changed into a house again while I wasn’t looking. I rolled my eyes and sighed at Dan, then told him we could dig it up around midnight and take it to the river(Somehow I remembered the river from a previous dream).
Dan and I set off into the forest again, trying to find the river. It seemed to be smaller. There was a crappy neighbourhood just on the edge of it. Everything seemed to change whenever you look away. So, we went down the hill again where the bloody corpse with no eyes was, and Dan said “Just follow this old power line.” Ironically just as the post nearest to us collapsed. We kept going, following the line, and eventually came to a large metal building. Inside there was a skeleton on a steel table, and one of the Skinz gang members was standing in a corner next to a large boiler. I realized what Dan was doing and said “Ha, to hell with that!”, picked up a wrench from the table next to me, threw it at him and woke up.
I was in a Japanese-looking house, paper walls, sliding wooden doors, etc. with my family (of which I had never met any of) across a bridge, to another house much like it. In the house across, was our rival family. I somehow knew what I had to do when my little brother(Somehow I knew he was, though again, I had never seem him before.) gave me a hatchet. It had a black, foam-rubber grip on the handle, painted red about 2 inches up from the grip and red on the back of the head. The whole thing as about 10 inches long. It looked exactly like one that my grandmother had years ago.
I gripped the hatchet tightly and walked out of the house, as it began to rain heavy and the entire area acquired a dark blue tint. I walked across the rickety, wooden bridge to the neighbouring house, slid open the side door and barged in. Just inside all the walls were wooden and there was a Mexican-looking woman, about 30, standing to my right.
I swung the hatchet at her and try to hit her in the head. I hit her in the shoulder once, pulled the hatchet back and tried to hit her again, this time in the chest. It didn't work. I shrugged it off and pushed her to the side, she seemed to act as if I was just a weirdo walking by on the street.
I walked the opposite way down the hall where a kid, about 11 or 12, was sitting on top of a wall furnace thing. I pressed the hatchet to his left jugular vein and pressed hard, then slid the hatchet across his neck hard to the right jugular. It didn't do anything. I pushed him back into the wall and went around a corner where there was a bright green and white kitchen straight ahead.
I walked down about to it then suddenly an Indian man wearing a turquoise turban came around the corner fast, my face almost colliding with the side of his. Again, I took the hatchet and tried to hit him in the head. All it did was smack him like a light hammer. He punched me in the face, so I smacked him with the hatchet again and pushed him to the ground. I ran into the kitchen and tried to find the knife drawer. Incidentally, the first one I opened happened to be the one. I took out a large, smooth knife(By smooth I mean no teeth), and ran back to the man in the turban. I plunged the knife down and stabbed him in the leg, then as I tried to pull it out again, I woke up.
Later that day I realized that the man in the turban was one of the guards at a local Wells Fargo.
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Forest Hills
It began as Meagan, our friend Dan, and I were somewhere in the middle of a very odd forest, sometime in the evening. There were all kinds of weird hills and bumps in the ground. The ground was also coated in wet leaves, sticks and various little pieces of trash. There was also a bloody corpse with empty eye sockets laying at the bottom of one of the hills, half-buried in leaves. Meg said something about finding a place to stay for the night. Dan and I climbed up a couple of hills, trying to see a bit further. We saw nothing but taller hills. Then, Meg yelled at us to come over as she was climbing over one of the hills, of which there was a very small house built into the side of a hill before a creek-like thing, which across from that was a BIG hill.
We went into the house and looked around. It was fairly dark, but quite visible. I walked toward the living room, Dan walked toward the kitchen and Meg walked down the hall toward the bedroom. This part of the dream I don’t really remember. I suddenly found myself a long way from the house, in a city resembling Manhattan. Not only this but I found myself to be… a Rabbit(Furry kind of Rabbit, not really normal Rabbit). I was also wearing dress pants, a vest and a tie. I had a kind of a GPS thing with me, so I could see where Meg and Dan were. I ran in that direction down the streets – somehow EXTREMELY fast whereas still at normal speed – I got to a wooded area and saw a factory type building.
I went inside fast and there were two walkways – one was to a desk, where a man with a similar condition as I, but a Raven rather, was sitting. The other, was outside to a hollow tree with a hole in the bottom of the trunk, where I could see Meg was sitting inside. I began running over to her, then the clerk pointed out I had to speak with him first. So I went back to him and spoke with him for a moment. He made some gibberish that made no sense whatsoever. I ran back to the tree and went inside. She was lying on her legs with the left side of her torso propped up against the inside of the tree. I cuddled up to her and held her for a few moments.
This part of the dream was very unclear. I suddenly found myself with her again, outside in the daytime in some parking lot. For some odd reason I said something about the most fierce dog in the city, and she said “Sean”(I think) as a vanilla colored pitbull came running out of a large shed in one corner of the parking lot. He started grring at two guys standing there trying to block him from going any further. Eventually they grabbed him and just then it’s back to Meg and I inside the tree.
Just then, Dan showed up. Again – This part is unclear – Suddenly there were large square holes all along the bottom of the tree. Dan held up a blue superhero like latex mask that was covered in blood on the inside. Then he and Meg spoke about something, but I couldn’t understand them. They were speaking in English but it just didn’t make any sense. Meg gasped at him and said he’s going to get caught one of these days burying them so close to the house. Just then I noticed the factory thing had changed into a house again while I wasn’t looking. I rolled my eyes and sighed at Dan, then told him we could dig it up around midnight and take it to the river(Somehow I remembered the river from a previous dream).
Dan and I set off into the forest again, trying to find the river. It seemed to be smaller. There was a crappy neighbourhood just on the edge of it. Everything seemed to change whenever you look away. So, we went down the hill again where the bloody corpse with no eyes was, and Dan said “Just follow this old power line.” Ironically just as the post nearest to us collapsed. We kept going, following the line, and eventually came to a large metal building. Inside there was a skeleton on a steel table, and one of the Skinz gang members was standing in a corner next to a large boiler. I realized what Dan was doing and said “Ha, to hell with that!”, picked up a wrench from the table next to me, threw it at him and woke up.