Buds_Of_Steele

ever since i was ten ive known that im very different from alot of my peers, the way my mind works and the way i understand things has always been very different. its kind of hard to explain, i think i might be synesthetic too, its very easy for me to describe something which tastes like a feeling or feels like a scent.

my dreams are always extremely profound, while other people talk of how last night a clown ate their face or they won the lottery in a dream, i sit and recall something very different.

last night however i had an extremely different experience.


I awoke as a tree, lying in my bed in my room yet at the same time growing in a decaying forest. *split conciousness, i get this often in dreams*
the forest withered and died, my bed was comfortable and soft. the withering death was comfortable and soft. the bed was withered and dying.

then i was a man walking in the forest, i sat at the tree, the only one thriving in the decaying forest. for two hours i sat at the tree *extremely long amounts of time are also usually present in my dreams, like usual there was no thought process happening, the dream simply stopped progressing yyet at the same time it was moving forward*

after a great deal of time the top half of my eyes grew dark, a brownish orange tinge of colour corrupted parts of my vision, focusing on the tinge the world i perceived was filtered. the orange tinge revealed the tree to be a man of all ethnicities debate with himself every world issue, then laughing and eating large amounts of money and drinking from a bottle labelled "human tears and sorrow".

the tinge revealed the dying forest to be me, yet each person looked nothing like me, i cant even say they were people. they were twisted, almost like they were human at one time but something was changing or had changed them.

then the tinge left me, a small child carrying a knife walked. he left footprints of hatred, and filled the air with the scent of memories. he spoke to me through visual patterns scrawled in the air in a gothic looking pencil art form of some sort. he gave me an apple, it tasted like hatred and felt very viscous.

the child finally revealed one clear thing to me: upon every raven rests a seed of discontempt. but we are not to be bothered by the text, only those who see the breath of the distasteful martyr will dictate the day upon which the world will burn to cinders, and become one less and twice more over.


then i woke up.....

if anyone cares to try to decpher any of this i would greately appreciate it

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Sykes

what do you eat/smoke/inhale to dream like that lol?

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Smoke Moar.

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Buds_Of_Steele

surprisingly nothing, i tend to dream stuff like this alot but this is one of the weirdest dreams ive ever had.

BlazedCanadian

trippy lol

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Stigma420247

I have weird dreams too. I think most people do, they just dont remember most of them.

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Splendens

You speak like a prophet. I don't know if your just a good writer or if this is how you saw it in your dream.

Stigma420247

He's a prophet.

Little Mary Jane

Cool dream. I had a split-conscious dream one time and it was totally real and totally awesome. Haha. I wish I had more interesting dreams. Mine are more like me trying to decide between a 4 and 5 subject notebook (that's a real dream I've had).

jerzysanchez

gotta love that DMT...

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Orange Bud

To me it seems at the begining the dream might be telling you how the world will end. Everybodys hatred and sorrow. Government spending etc... Then at the end i got lost.

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