05-18-2011, 09:50 AM
I've had a lot of dreams in which STS characters attempted to get me to have sex with them, though in most cases I saw through it instantly. There was one recurring attempt that got harder and harder to say no to every time, but after about the fourth or fifth time I finally stopped having the dream. I have a rather...active...sex drive, though, so I wouldn't doubt that, once again, a lot of it is simply an expression of my subconscious.
I had a nightmare last night, though a lot of it has been lost. I slept a pretty long time and there was a lot of dream crammed in there. I remember there was this boy and this girl. Both were about 12 years old, and both seemed to be a bit off. The girl seemed a bit mentally challenged and the boy seemed to have ADD on steroids. Neither of them seemed entirely connected to reality.
Somehow I wound up in my old church with all the people who went there, including my parents, and the boy and girl were there, too. Something happened...I can't remember what now, but I suddenly got the feeling that it was the apocalypse, or that something horrible was going to happen. We started hearing all these really scary noises outside of the church, and when I looked out the window I saw these shadow creatures lurking around out there. They were more than just shadows, but I have no way of explaining how terrifying they were. They were like embodiments of pure, distilled evil. The very air was filled with a heavy, dark sense of menace.
We all ran into the basement of the church and were hiding down there, hoping to wait out whatever disaster was going on. The darkness in the air became oppressive. We could physically feel it in our bodies. It was completely miserable. The boy started crying because he thought that it was all his fault somehow. I told him there was no way it was his fault, and I cuddled with him, trying to calm him down. I clutched both of the little kids to me, and gave them stuffed animals to hold.
Finally we figured out that a few pieces of old jewelry we had recently acquired were seemingly the cause of all the pandemonium. The jewelry was haunted or possessed or something like that. I was talking with my parents as to what the best way to dispose of the jewelry was. If we simply removed it from the area and put it somewhere else, it would only infect that area and the people there would suffer as well. We wanted to destroy it but couldn't think of a way. I finally suggested we try to melt it, so we held the jewelry in a fire but it wouldn't melt. We were stumped because we didn't know what to do.
The next thing I remember I'm in the mall with Mortal Kombat characters, and at that point the plot started degenerating really fast. It was so nonsensical that I don't think I can even explain it. Still, the little girl and boy remained in the dream. There was a lot more to it than that, but alas, it has faded.
I had a nightmare last night, though a lot of it has been lost. I slept a pretty long time and there was a lot of dream crammed in there. I remember there was this boy and this girl. Both were about 12 years old, and both seemed to be a bit off. The girl seemed a bit mentally challenged and the boy seemed to have ADD on steroids. Neither of them seemed entirely connected to reality.
Somehow I wound up in my old church with all the people who went there, including my parents, and the boy and girl were there, too. Something happened...I can't remember what now, but I suddenly got the feeling that it was the apocalypse, or that something horrible was going to happen. We started hearing all these really scary noises outside of the church, and when I looked out the window I saw these shadow creatures lurking around out there. They were more than just shadows, but I have no way of explaining how terrifying they were. They were like embodiments of pure, distilled evil. The very air was filled with a heavy, dark sense of menace.
We all ran into the basement of the church and were hiding down there, hoping to wait out whatever disaster was going on. The darkness in the air became oppressive. We could physically feel it in our bodies. It was completely miserable. The boy started crying because he thought that it was all his fault somehow. I told him there was no way it was his fault, and I cuddled with him, trying to calm him down. I clutched both of the little kids to me, and gave them stuffed animals to hold.
Finally we figured out that a few pieces of old jewelry we had recently acquired were seemingly the cause of all the pandemonium. The jewelry was haunted or possessed or something like that. I was talking with my parents as to what the best way to dispose of the jewelry was. If we simply removed it from the area and put it somewhere else, it would only infect that area and the people there would suffer as well. We wanted to destroy it but couldn't think of a way. I finally suggested we try to melt it, so we held the jewelry in a fire but it wouldn't melt. We were stumped because we didn't know what to do.
The next thing I remember I'm in the mall with Mortal Kombat characters, and at that point the plot started degenerating really fast. It was so nonsensical that I don't think I can even explain it. Still, the little girl and boy remained in the dream. There was a lot more to it than that, but alas, it has faded.