Lately I've had strange dreams and I started to remember them pretty vivdly. So I'll tell you my most recent one and also give you the insight on what I think it means. Post yours to but make sure they're at least semi complete, not just a bit and piece. Thanks!
From the utmost point in this dream I can remember...
Me along with a few other people, were some type of vigilanties attempting to escape possible capture from pursuing authority figures. As they ended up catching on about us they had me and my friends surrounded with nowhere to go. Nervous, my first reaction was to shoot my way out of there. As I killed several cops I managed to make an escape way for myself, although I was injured in the process. Suprisingly all the police were killed by us so I was free to sit down and check my wounds. For an odd reason, a man dressed in a brown plaid suit said he could help me out. So as he leaned towards me he looked at my chest and grabbed an old rusty pole he had that was very jagged and started ripping my chest open with it. I felt the pain so bad in this dream I could swear it was real life. He had this evil glare in his eyes as he broke through my chest plate and cranked the pipe through me. After I had felt so much pain I though this would kill me. All of a sudden, maybe close to near death, ghosts started appearing everywhere killing people shreiking these terrible sounds. The ghosts released these purple molecule type objects through the air and as it touched people they instantly died. When I saw the ghosts coming after me next, I ran as far and fast as I could. Through the chase I never ran out of energy but neither did these spirits. They were always one step behind me, ready to finish me off. In a quick closing, my only soveirgnity was an old wooden house that repelled the spirits and would provide me shelter. So in the end of the dream I made it there and ended up half dead but still very much alive...
[broken Down Version]
Being a vigilante is easy. I am rebellious in nature but have a guilty side for things I may have done prior and Im trying to rectify them. The man in the plaid suit is the corporate world.I am searching for a place in his world and always seem to get "my heart ripped out" by my attempts. The ghosts are things or people in my past that have/still do care about me and I have hurt. They have eliminated the danger I am in but are still on a mission to reclaim me from my current path.
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