Dream – June 3, 2013 – Earth Conquered!
Aliens came to Earth and settled somewhere underground, where they gathered their forces and were building something. I found out about it because I ended up with them – they had some kind of electronic laboratories. I managed to escape and wanted to go up to the surface to warn the Earthlings. My friend and I found some kind of elevator to go up. The elevator stopped on every floor, which was very dangerous because we looked like humans, but they did not. They could have pulled us out and who knows what that would have meant for us. But we made it to the first floor (from the minus fifth), then we went up to the highest floor in the building and looked out the window – and realized that we were too late.
Creatures, very similar to humans but about three times taller, were walking under the windows. They were still using all the buildings, and it was unclear how, as they were so huge. I was looking from the 9th floor of my building in Moscow down at my school and realized that it was over. Earth had been conquered.
We decided to go downstairs. We approached the elevator, and from the elevator door came a young man of Asian descent wearing a white doctor’s coat, holding some papers. He said that he was glad we congratulated him on getting his degree in resuscitation. We all got in the elevator, went down, and my friend and I started asking him where he studied (to check if these aliens knew anything). He said, “Well, you know too,” and pointed at the ceiling of the elevator. There was nothing on the ceiling, and we didn’t understand what he meant.
We reached the first floor, exited, and blended in with the crowd. It turned out that these aliens were the same height as us, so just normal human size. I thought, maybe they are humans after all? I saw my classmate there, approached her, and asked, “What’s your size?” She reacted sharply and said, “Why do you keep asking about size? Since we arrived on this planet, all you ever ask about is my size.” I started crying, realizing that they were indeed aliens, and maybe I was one too. Perhaps I am human consciousness in an alien body, or the opposite?
The dream ended here…
Dream – June 16, 2013
For the last few days, I’ve been having frightening dreams, and I was screaming in my sleep, even waking up from my own cries and tears. I won’t tell the details of the dreams, but yesterday I woke up in the middle of the night because some spirits were catching me in my dream, and I was so scared that I woke up, breathing heavily. I had the feeling that the spirits might have come from the dream and were now somewhere here. I turned on the light but was still scared. I tried not to close my eyes, as if I was afraid to fall asleep and return to that terrifying dream. But I was unbearably tired, and I eventually fell asleep again, but no more frightening dreams occurred.
In general, I’ve written before that the dreams I see are not just a collection of disjointed images or episodes, but full narrative blocks that could easily be significant pieces of movies, books, or developed into complete stories. That’s why I often say, “I had a movie dream again today.” Once, I even had a dream about a book – the plot, the characters, even the title, and cover!
And today, I had a “movie” dream from the “horror, mysticism” genre – in line with the latest films. I’m warning you in advance, if anyone wants to write something about this dream, my permission is necessary. Because, if you try, you could make a very good movie out of this dream. Or maybe not a good movie, depending on the talent of the creators. The plot itself is not new, of course, but nobody can say anything completely new anymore, and many films (even commercially successful ones) are being made right now, so I completely don’t rule out the possibility that, despite my dream not being some revelation, it could still inspire a solid and successful movie. This was a disclaimer. Now, here’s the dream.
I was with some guys, going somewhere to relax in a big dark green convertible. There were many cars on the road, but the driver was speeding to show off in front of the girls. And of course, it ended with us having an accident, the car was torn into pieces, but we all survived. When we woke up, the road was empty, and the remnants of the car were lying on the roadside. We were of course happy that we survived, but instead of calling for help, we decided that we wouldn’t give up on the idea of resting.
Honestly, we were really disappointed because we still had a long way to go to our destination, we could have taken a train, but the station was a long walk away. But we had no other choice – we walked toward the station along the same road. There were no more cars, and we couldn’t even hitchhike. Moreover, there were several of us.
Very soon, not far from the spot where our accident had happened, we saw a very interesting house. We went inside to explore it. It was old and beautiful and was located right by the ocean. It seemed like “no one had stepped in here for a long time,” but despite the fact that no one had been there in a while, neither the house nor the land looked overgrown with grass, dusty, or untidy. We didn’t think about it then, but now I’m just telling the dream as I remember it.
We started walking around the house, exploring it with curiosity. We weren’t scared at all, but soon strange things started happening. At first, they were just amusing and surprising, but then these events began to worry and frighten us a bit. At the same time, I had mixed feelings – as if we had everything under control, like we were already resting and relaxing, but also a mysterious sense that something was happening that we couldn’t explain rationally.
One guy filmed a video of an empty frame with glass hanging on the wall. When he played the video back for us, we saw a recording of all of us making funny faces in front of a mirror, as if the cameras were behind a mirrored surface. It was very strange.
Then I went outside, but found myself behind a hill on which the house stood, and to get to the property, I had to climb up a steep hill. However, it seemed nearly impossible. It was as if the house wouldn’t let me get to it. I started calling to the guys to help me climb, but suddenly I realized there was a ladder on the other side of the hill, and I easily climbed back up to the house.
We then noticed that the walls of the house started changing. Old wallpapers with mysterious patterns began to grow on them, rooms changed one into another, new ones appeared, and old ones disappeared. But the most amazing, mysterious, and frightening thing was that the people from our group began to disappear. We were left alone with one young man, with whom I had a strong connection, and throughout the dream, we were drawn to each other, but all these events kept us at a distance, even though the attraction was strong.
At one point, we found ourselves in a room together. It was quiet, and we wanted to kiss. We moved closer to each other, but in the next moment, we were once again at a distance from one another, and suddenly, the man changed – he suddenly became an old man! And after a few minutes, he was himself again.
I realized that something was wrong with the house, and I wanted to go back to the spot where the accident had happened. But now we had to climb a huge staircase. On one side, I tried to climb up first, with my friend leading the way. But behind me were at least two elderly people climbing. I didn’t know who they were. And as I climbed the stairs, which led to a narrow opening we had to squeeze through to return to the road, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to make it. At the same time, I felt like I was already back on the road in my mind. It had gotten dark, I saw people, big fire trucks, and paramedic vehicles, burning wreckage of our car…
And I realized that we were all already dead. And that in this house were our souls, waiting for something. Then everything became clear. Our burned bodies were lying among the wreckage of the car. The road was blocked. And we were still climbing the stairs. And then, realizing we had already died, I let go of the ladder and fell backward. Below me was a white abyss, and I flew into it. And this dream ended.
Dream – July 17, 2013
I dreamed of my father. He was lying on the couch (or the bed?) and he was feeling bad—not physically. It was because Zhena (his wife, who is alive, my stepmother) had died. He was so distressed by her death, and I felt so sorry for him. I went up to him and hugged him. And I felt so good being next to him, just because he was there, even though it was sad that he was so upset about Zhena. I want to note one thing: my father and I were VERY close before my parents divorced (I was 7). After that, we were never as close again. For a long time, we were practically strangers, and then we started talking again, but it always felt like something big and beautiful had broken between us long ago, and though we pretended it had been fixed, in reality, it was just an illusion. Nothing was fixed, we walked on the broken pieces, and those pieces terribly hurt our feet and hearts. In the last few years, we warmed up a little to each other, but I never again had the feeling that he was my dad. I felt like he was a distant relative, maybe he was my dad in a past life, so, like, I should feel like his daughter, but I didn’t.
When I hugged him in the dream, he was my dad again. The way I had never experienced it before—as an adult, I suddenly felt that yes, I have a dad. (I’m sitting here crying.) And even though it was sad because he was sad, I felt so good and close to him. So familial (oh, how long has it been since I felt that way!). But the dream doesn’t end there. I started comforting my dad, saying that yes, I was very sorry about Zhena, trying to support him. And suddenly, the door to the neighboring room opened, and Zhena, very much alive, stuck her head out and started screaming in a hysterical and unpleasant way about some idiotic reason—because the neighbors were drilling a wall.
And there’s this strange feeling. My father (who is dead) is grieving that Zhena (who is alive) died, but she is actually alive and acting in a way that it’s strange that anyone would grieve for her. What do you think?
Dream – July 20, 2013
Today I dreamed of having a simultaneous video and Facebook conversation with my deceased relatives. Apparently, they somehow found out about what I’ve been struggling with lately and decided to come and cheer me up. Especially my mom’s dad, Grandpa Vanya. Just to note, he was one of the leaders of the communist movement in the city of Ivanovo, there’s a picture of him sitting all important in front of a wall newspaper from 1923. He was a strong man, Grandpa Ivan, fought throughout the war, returned with awards, and they even wrote about him in a book about Tutaev (where he lived at the time), mentioning him as a famous fighter for freedom from the fascists.
So yesterday, I remembered that my grandfather didn’t particularly care for my mom, even though she was his youngest daughter. His favorite was Aunt Valya, the next sister after mom. Both of them were very beautiful, but Aunt Valya was a star: everyone loved her. Why? Because her dad loved her. And mom was criticized, treated poorly, like she was always running errands for him, while Aunt Valya was treated like a princess. That’s how it went all their lives—Aunt Valya as the princess, and mom as the girl running errands.
And it should be noted that mom wasn’t a woman devoid of male attention. Not at all! Men loved her in life, and she had some very big, true love stories. She was very feminine and beautiful, and men admired her, even though she had a bit of extra weight. She continued to attract men until the last years of her life. But the only man who once loved her was traded for her for my dad—who was very emotional and passionate, but deeply hurt by both parents in terms of love and relationships, and so he never really gave her love. The rest of mom’s admirers were pretty hopeless characters…
Anyway, I got carried away. So, I dream of Grandpa Ivan and Grandma Dunya (mom’s parents), and two others, one of whom was Aunt Rosa, mom’s older sister, and another person, but I couldn’t quite understand who. But I mainly had a conversation with Grandpa Ivan. Grandpa Ivan was asking me for forgiveness (!!!) for not communicating with me properly (we often visited them, but he kept his distance and didn’t engage in conversation; he died when I was 8, but I remember our visits to Tutaev). Grandpa Ivan asked if I could remember at least one nice memory from our time together. At first, I said no, but he insisted, and it was clear that he was truly sincere, that it really mattered to him. I tried to recall something—but couldn’t. Grandma was nearby, but she seemed weak (just like in life)—small, frail, while Grandpa Ivan was a tall, large man. I went to Grandma, who was sitting at the table with her hands folded and her head resting on them, and I hugged her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
And Grandpa Ivan in the dream was young, but not too young, about 35 years old, blond, radiating health, light, and vitality. He even chirped something to me on Facebook; I was so surprised in the dream that dead people had Facebook. 🙂 I don’t remember dreaming of my mom or dad, though. But then I dreamt of a tiny dog, small enough to fit in my hand, and I left it alone with an equally tiny walrus, and the walrus ate the dog, leaving only its mustache. I’m not sure what that means. 🙂
Dream – July 27, 2013
A group of guys gathered in a large hotel room. They were there to just party, get drunk, and let loose. You know, what young people do when they go somewhere and stay at a hotel? The next morning, they wake up and find two video tapes on the doorstep. Later, it turned out to be discs. Of course, the youth are curious about what’s on these discs, so they start watching the contents and realize that they were in such a deep unconscious state the previous night that they didn’t feel anything as some grim strangers performed operations on them, removing various organs.
According to the discs, organs were removed for the purpose of abduction, but based on the atmosphere, it felt more like a special kind of sadism. I can’t stand horror movies. Anyway, the rest of the time, the youth ran around trying to figure out what exactly had happened to them, and one by one, they died under terrible circumstances.
I was left alone. And I found myself in another horror film, which started exactly the same, but I already knew what was happening. I grabbed the tapes, shook them, and declared that I didn’t want to be in this horror film. Although, one woman managed to catch me, but I got a phone call, and I managed to escape to the street under the pretext of “looking for a network,” ran to the road, and blended into the crowd.
Then began the typical dream chase scenes: you run not fast enough, even though it feels like you’re running as hard as you can. The pursuer seems to be running faster than is humanly possible and is just about to catch you. You trip. You run the wrong way. You run the right way, but the pursuer or his associates are waiting for you. Or you run fine, but suddenly people block your way, and you can’t hide anywhere…
Anyway, this time I was lucky. I managed to blend into the crowd, jump into the subway, and somehow mix into the crowd there, and get into a car without the pursuer seeing me. All of this was accompanied by intense emotions.
I woke up—it turned out I was just sleeping. No feelings. But the dismembered livers and blood all over the room felt as if it really had just happened.
Dream – August 3, 2013 – End of the Line
Have you ever felt like the end of the world had come? Like when alien invaders are terrorizing Earth, establishing their rules? Everything has changed, there’s no world you knew before. You were close to resistance, but the leader of the resistance died, taking with him the secret to the weapon against the aliens. But his papers and computer survived. You, too, seem to have some important papers on your computer that might make the secret weapon a reality.
With a small suitcase, you settle into a hotel room on a rather high floor to go through the papers. But not to actually create the secret weapon and free Earth from terror. No. The aliens found out that you have the formula for the ultimate fuel in some important papers, and they’ll kill anyone close to you unless you bring them the papers. What do you do? Of course, you rush to deliver the required documents to the terrorists.
And so you try to collect the pieces of the papers, open your computer to check what’s left on the hard drive, and you see a helicopter (or plane?) flying past the hotel windows between skyscrapers, shooting powerful streams of mud (about 20-30 meters wide) at the windows of the neighboring building! The glass shatters, and the shockwave flies toward your window, and now this mud, which turns into dirty water, will flood your laptop. You’re in a panic, trying to gather the papers and your laptop into a bag to save the documents, and the wave crashes into your window, shattering it into tiny glass pieces, and you curl up, covering yourself and the bag of papers…
And nothing happens. Silence. No water.
You need to hurry to meet the aliens, but you’re unsure about your outfit—jeans and some sweater. You weren’t planning to go to fancy receptions…
But then things aren’t so scary. They feed you delicious roasted chicken and give you some alcohol, and you even get to choose from many packs of excellent cigarettes—the best things have been gathered before the end of the world. So, the dream ends abruptly, and it’s unclear who won.
At the end of the dream, the aliens are lined up and dancing some disco dance from the ’80s.
I woke up, lying there, and felt fine. No muscle soreness. I tried stretching here and there—nothing hurt. Oh, I thought, I’ll go to training after all! I turn over, and the alarm clock says 10 AM—the training had already started without me. Still, I get up, and I realize I can barely walk. It seemed like there was no soreness when I was lying down, but now it’s everywhere.