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What did you dream about last night?

I had a very vivid dream last night, one I'm not sure how I feel about. It has been on my mind all day, and I think I just need to get it out of my mind by putting it into words.

Somehow I was a slave, meant to be sold, but I was talking about guns to Luna, and the slave master claimed that since people overheard that, that it would make them not want to buy me, and that I ruined my value by seeming independent, and over-knowledgeable about guns. He claimed that buyers would think I was dangerous and not properly submissive and tame. So he said that since my value was ruined, he would just use me himself, and teach me a lesson at the same time.

He told me I had ten minutes to prepare myself with whatever lotion or lubricant I could find, but who would give a slave such things. I had no belongings or possessions, and was naked as the day I was born. But somehow I was my elf healer persona, and I was desperately trying to reach back there and numb the area as much as I could, only it wasn't working.

He came back and made me hold his hand as he led me off into the woods. At that point in the dream I was smaller, like child size, but fully mature. He was much bigger than me. I couldn't resist him, and I knew if I tried it would only be worse for me. He took me a little way into the woods, just out of sight of others since the woods were inhabited by zombies and he didn't want to risk going too far. He found a fallen tree where the trunk was parallel to the ground, about 3 feet off the forest floor, held up by the branches.

He quite literally threw me across it, bent over. I could feel my hip bones hitting the trunk of the tree with such force, and I knew it would bruise me. But even before I could cry out, he sort of fell forward onto me, pinning me down, I first thought, so I wouldn't get away. But in that initial 'falling onto me' he penetrated me fully to the hilt of him. It took a moment before that registered. But the pain of his impalement of my bottom seared through me like white hot fire. I screamed and was crying, but it only spurred him on.

The dream was so vivid! I swear I could feel the impacts of his body slamming into me, forcing my hip bones against the tree trunk. He was pulling my hair, holding it tangled around his fist as he raped me. He growled in my ear as he leaned over my body, pressing me down into the bark, "I'm going to rape you until you bleed." (I think he knew about my colitis) So it was his goal to make me bleed from it.

Then it felt like he came in me, sort of, but he didn't stop. It was a feeling of sudden warm liquid that seemed to ease his penetration a little bit. Later I realized that the warm liquid feeling was my own blood. Anyhow, he just kept slamming into me, forcing me into the tree trunk until he was finished. Then he left me crying on the ground. He said I had to walk back with him, but I was too sore and couldn't stand up. So he said I'd better crawl if I couldn't walk. But I was too sore and in shock to move. So he said he was coming back with his gun, and if I hadn't made it back to the clearing by the time he got back, he'd 'mess up my pretty blond head with a bullet.'

The dream ended after he left me there, and with me still trying to get up and get moving. Even though in real life there have been times that I longed for death to end my suffering, I still didn't want him to shoot me in the head. I felt like I have survived and dealt with so much that I didn't want that to be the final end of me. I was struggling to escape into the woods, even though there were zombies there. I feared meeting up with some of them while I was naked and vulnerable, but I was hoping to make it to a cabin or someplace I could take shelter. Also, I wanted to crawl to a nearby stream and soak my butt in the cool water to soothe the pain.
 
Weeping Angels. Need I say more?

Oh, maybe I should say more for those who don't watch Dr. Who. This wasn't a depressing dream about Angels that were crying. This was a scary dream about creepy statues that kill you when you turn your back to them. I shouldn't watch this things before I go to bed. And I didn't have a sonic screwdriver or The Doctor in my dream.

I think my typo would have made for a much funnier, albeit geekier dream, "Weeping Angles. Need I say more?"
 
palemoon2035 said:
Weeping Angels. Need I say more?

Oh, maybe I should say more for those who don't watch Dr. Who. This wasn't a depressing dream about Angels that were crying. This was a scary dream about creepy statues that kill you when you turn your back to them. I shouldn't watch this things before I go to bed. And I didn't have a sonic screwdriver or The Doctor in my dream.

I think my typo would have made for a much funnier, albeit geekier dream, "Weeping Angles. Need I say more?"
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DON'T...... BLINK....

(I am a HUGE DR.Who fan)
 
Haha I actually dreamed about something completely opposite of normal, :)


Lol so I was dreaming of someone just seducing me and I felt scared and was completely terrified and like when I woke up randomly my pjs were off , so I was just wondering what's going on :eek: I thought maybe I was being played with :/ but maybe I was just playing with myself.
So I figured maybe I like to be seduced haha :) it turns me on :)
 
Last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was in a white room, L shaped, or at least with a partition that extended partway across, forming an alcove where I sat at a table. The room was full of people, an unknown number, but I got the sense that there were many, multitudes. It wasn’t a particularly big room, maybe 12-14 feet wide by about 20 feet long, with my partition separating the quarter on the end. There were far more people in this room than should have been able to fit.

The people were having conversations, interacting with each other in all the typical ways of life. My attention wasn’t focused on any conversations in particular, but I was overall aware that their conversations were just ‘Life happening’.

Then my attention was drawn to a piece of paper, typed in almost a numbered list or bullet form list of 6-7 short paragraphs or bullet points. Each one had a line or two of text that was bolded, like a heading, and then a few lines under that which were normal style text. The words were blurred as if I was seeing them from a distance or hadn’t yet focused my attention fully upon them. As I was trying to read them, still aware of the general conversational presence in the room, my attention was drawn to one snatch of conversation in particular, and when it was, I realized that all the other people had gone. There were only these two who were conversing and I left in the room. I had the sense that this gathering or party had ended.

In fact, it was the bit of their conversation that I overheard which drew my attention away from the paper and to the realization that the other people were all gone. The two people still in the room, one was light and the other dark, white and black (but not like the races, like the colors, literally) Good and Evil (Though I don’t want to use those terms because of their connotation in our understanding. There was nothing inherently bad about evil or preferable about either one. They simply were two opposite extreme polarities. All of this is what I got the sense of, other than their literal color. Both seemed to be young men to me, about mid 20s to early 30s.) Their conversation was going something like this:

Dark: “It was close this time. I came closer than ever before.”

Light: “So it’s over then?”

Dark: “Yes, this is the seventh time.”

Light: “So then, do you want to play again?”

That was when I looked back at the paper and realized that even though I hadn’t read it, what I was looking at were scenario synopsis that summarized the conditions of Creation as it existed in each of those previous seven times.

I asked the question, “What do you mean by ‘It is over’?” and even as I asked, the answer was known to me without them answering in words. “You figured it out; there is no point in continuing. The game is over. In fact it cannot go on when you know what it’s really all about.”

I protested, “But I’m not the one who figured it out, I learned about it from reading it in a book/hearing about it from others on the internet. They are the ones who figured it out."

And the answer once again came to me even as the question formed in my mind. I said the words anyway, like I did before, but they didn’t answer in words. The answer was, “Who do you think you are?” And I knew in that moment that I was all people, all the people in the room earlier were all the people in the world, all in Life, in Creation, and I was all of them. I was the *Independent Subjective Experiencer, and the two other men left with me in the room were the two opposite polarities to each other. It was suddenly obvious that I was the necessary third party in the Divine Triad because each of them as embodied in an extreme polarity could not experience the continuum between them formed by their interactions. Only I could do that. Only I could experience any point in between the two extremes, any possibility along the line, out to and including the extremes themselves, but still not becoming them.

At the same time, I realized that all three of us were, at the next higher level, One and The Same Being. We had split ourselves this way to make it possible to experience all that we were: the opposing extremes and everything possible in between. All three of us were necessary to this game.

And that is all it was, I sensed; just a game. There were no lasting effects of anything that we experienced, no harm, no foul, no good, no bad. We had played it before, six times, now seven, and I said, “So the next time will be the eighth time Creation has been formed, existed, and ended?” And again the answer formed in my mind as I spoke the words to the question. “It isn’t really the next time, just another time. There really isn’t time or sequence. There just Is.”

I wondered why of all the people in the world (in the room) that I was the one left with those two; me, as myself, as the consciousness aspect that I am experiencing now. The answer once again came to me in the same moment as the thought, without words. “Because it is the consciousness that You were experiencing Yourself as who fell asleep and dreamed this dream, so naturally it is the experience who You realized this as, and the one of You who You woke up as. It was the One of You who You were being when You figured it out this time.” I understood that had I gone to sleep as any of the other people in Creation who I was being, and had the dream that Awakened me, I would have experienced the dream in their form and image instead. But it didn’t matter, because it was still Me.

*In describing this and my part in the Triad, the words Independent Subjective Experiencer keeps coming into my mind. I understood the ‘Subjective Experiencer’ part of it right away, but the word ‘Independent’ seemed out of place at first, because I realized that at the next higher level, all three of us were parts of the same being and that We had divided ourselves into these parts. But upon a little further thought, I understand that the term ‘Independent’ stems from the fact that while our interrelationship was mutually dependent on each of us, still I was the one free to be anything and all possibility between them. To do this, I had to be independent from either of them. And yet, without them and the continuum of Creation that they formed as context through their interactions, I could experience nothing either. So I was both ‘independent’ of them and ‘dependent’ on them at the same time. This seems appropriate in the way that Divine dichotomies always seem to do.
 
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