Dreams

I had a really trippy one that would have made a lovely story last night but now I cant remember it, I hate that.

Seriously, why can't someone come up with a drug that is a surefire way to remember every detail of your dreams, I know everyone is sick of telling people about how they had a great dream but not actually being able to describe anything from it.
 
One time I had a dream I was part of some science testing thing and I went up and down this weird organic elevator and then I saw people with three heads and then I woke up.

It was a lot trippier in the dream, believe you me.
 
That reminds me, after finishing "The Island Of doctor Moreau" by wells, I had this freaky dream that I was being chased by both the puma and hyeena creatures from the book, needless to say I did not have a revolver on me.
 
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I had dozed off during the afternoon. At the end of the nap, I started dreaming. I nearly woke up, but I was in that strange state of limbo when you know that you're awake, but still don't have control over your muscles - the time when your mind is awake, but your body is asleep - when the brain has re-awakened the thinking parts of the brain, but not the body-control mechanisms. When this happens, I usually "test out" all my muscles, and I keep repeatedly moving those that have come under my control, so that that repeated action causes enough stimulus for the brain to wake up the rest of the body, so that I can actually get up.

There was a time when I tried doing this, and got up.

Then, a minute later, I realised that I wasn't actually awake, I was still in limbo, and still dreaming. It only appeared real because within the dream, I got up in exactly the same place, and in the same position, in which I had gone to sleep.

So I tried a second time, and I got up.

And the same thing happened a second time - I realised that the entire "getting up out of the bed" thing was a part of the dream.

So I tried a third time - and this time, finally, it worked.
 
I had a dream in which a Goth woman sat on my face and broke my nose. When I woke up, I had a nosebleed.
 
I was going through a ruined city, uniform, rifle and all. It looked like a war raged over the city for several years. Then something hits me in the leg, I drop my rifle and fall on the ground. I manage to turn around, whip out my pistol and I instinctively shoot the person on a balcony above me. She collapses with a shocked look on her face.

I realized then that the person I shot was a redhead girl I know, very dear to me. I descend into despair and madness.
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I am still trying to make sense of that dream. Is it to turn me away from war and battle, things I enjoy?

Then again, the pistol I shot her with was not a regular one. It was a Desert Eagle with those 50. Action Express rounds. Getting shot with that hurts...a lot. This indicates that my hate for her was not regular hate. It was much more...black. This could reflect my relationship with her lately, which has become strained to say the least.

All I know is, it's hard for me to look at her again, without remembering the dream.
 
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