Date of dream: Sunday, May 13, 2012
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I was driving somewhere in Knoxville, when a guy I was involved with in the past in my hometown jumped in my back seat at a red light and put a knife to my throat. I could feel the coldness and pressure of the blade very clearly. He told me to drive him to where he could get some drugs. I did what he said. Later on, he did the same thing, but this time he had been hiding in my parked car waiting for me.
I went to the cops, and filed a report. Two days later, I told my boyfriend over the phone what had happened. I hadn't been in touch with him in days because I was out of town on business or something. In the conversation, I told him that I'd been raped by this guy as well, and believed that I had, although that didn't play out in the first part of my dream.
Jeff was of course very upset and wanted to know why I hadn't talked to him until now. I said it was because I was in shock and hadn't really left my house or talked to anyone except the cops. The more I thought about it afterwards though, the more vague the memories of it got, until it all seemed like a bad dream. I started to wonder if I'd really just dreamt that it had happened, or if it really had and I was dissociating from the trauma. Soon, I began to believe that it was a dream, and that I had accused an innocent person of things I'd only dreamt. I felt like I was going crazy.
Date of dream: Monday, April 16, 2012
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No
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I was walking along "the hill" on UT campus, where a lot of people were dressed up strangely and colorfully. One of them suddenly came after me with what looked like a huge white knife. I screamed and yelled at others around to do something about it, but then he stabbed at me with it and it turned out this knife was made of ice cream. The others, apparently in on it, laughed and I thought it wasn't funny at all.
I got out away from them and found some of my friends, who were dressed normally. We started walking through a side neighborhood near campus, which doesn't exist in reality. Its sidewalks went steeply downhill with a few rises and falls. I pulled out a large skateboard to show my friends a trick. I sat down on it indian style, and rode down the sidewalk, becoming airborne at the tops of little hills, and managing to land straight by pulling up on the front of the board with my hands. I did this until I crashed into a door on a building across the street. My friends thought this was impressive and a little ridiculous.
We ended up getting pulled into a department store where the sales people were trying to get us to dress up strangely like the other people on campus, for some sort of Halloween or general costume competition. We ended up shopping there, but when I tried to text Jeff to let him know where I was, I found out they had put some sort of virusy program into my phone that made it impossible to use it except as a catalogue and contact list for their store. I made them fix it, but after I left it went back to being a zombie phone for their dumb business.
The longer the night went on, the more I got upset about not being able to contact anyone. I was wearing ridiculous clothes and drinking too much, and at some point in the night my friends passed out around me outside underneath a big umbrella on campus somewhere amidst all the random festivities. I was lying on the ground awake, and I noticed that my palms were sweating. The sweat had a sticky consistency, and when I put my hands together and pulled them apart, the sweat stretched out into some sort of thin cobweb material. I kept waking my friends up to show them my new web making ability, but then they'd just fall back asleep, and then bugs would get caught in the cobweb, and i couldn't get it or the bugs off my hands. The last thing I remember is really wanting to be able to use my phone and wash my hands.
Additional Comments:
I watched a caterpillar making a cocoon yesterday, which could account for the web part of the dream. The rest of it is very random. I've been out of college a while, and haven't been shopping in forever.
Date of dream: Sunday, March 25, 2012
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I was at a show in the mid-90s, and The Screaming Trees were opening for Marilyn Manson. I thought this made no sense, but it didn't occur to me that I was dreaming.
Between acts, Marilyn Manson took the lead singer of The Screaming Trees, and made it look like he was tearing out his organs to get him off the stage. This excited the zombies in the audience, who started attacking regular fans who weren't zombies.
There was then a stampede to get out of there, and authorities had to divide up the zombies and regular people to control the violence and make sure no one got trampled. There were far more regular people than zombies, and the regular people were made to line up in rows and columns on a field outside, and march army-style towards the exit at the end of the field to keep things orderly. The zombies were sent off to different authorities to do the same.
Since the zombie line was much shorter, I started pretending to be a zombie so I could get sent to that area instead. It worked, and I felt very proud of myself, until I realized that the zombies would know I was alive and probably try to eat me in their current frenzy state.
I admitted I was faking it and stayed in line.
