I found myself in some sort of neighborhood where every building looked like a cathedral of some sort. I’d be walking through as if though I belonged there. Every person I’d pass, I’d overhear a conversation. The only words I’d hear were “suicide” or “another suicide”. I kept walking and started to notice people pointing at something. I turned around and there was this bell tower. But, something in my mind told me the tower was much lower than it should be.
And as I followed the hands of everyone that was pointing, I saw this man with pale, glistening skin (looked like rubber). And, he was suspended by a giant fish hook that was petruding from his back right below the neck. It looked almost like a giant anchor. Then I’d see police officers running up to the tower. Someone stopped them and screamed “No! He’s not done yet!”. At that moment I looked back up at the tower and saw this man moving around. The fish hook then ripped itself out and tore his head off with it. I then woke up.
2006-08-30
23:45:25
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Grubin from Brooklyn
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Social Science
➔ Psychology
For those who think they're funny, I am in no way suicidal. Nor am I contemplating suicide. Grow up.
2006-08-30
23:54:48 ·
update #1
But, what freaked me out even more is I had been talking to a friend about dreams that night. I told her how I never remember my dreams and she told me she has a dream log, so she writes them down as soon as she wakes up. So, before I went to sleep, I told her to tell me what she had dreamt. When I asked her the next morning, she told me that she hadn’t written one down and couldn’t remember. It’s weird because the one night she forgets her dream, I remember mine.
2006-08-31
00:33:44 ·
update #2