Boton's Dream Journal

As of late I have been keeping a dream journal, which I am using to figure out why I have been dreaming. I was diagnosed with Leukemia little under a year ago, and since then I stopped having dreams. I went through a phase of heavy drinking which I recently quit, cold turkey. That was about 3 weeks ago and since then I have been having dreams again. Most of them have just been me living my normal life but void of people. However, the dream I had last night was much different. I feel the entry in my dream journal sums it up pretty well, so I am going to post it and any other dreams I feel are important enough to post here.

NOTE: I have changed some things simply because my hand writing is incredibly incoherent, especially when I am tired, which makes it impossible to read. I may change names of people/places who are in the dreams for the sake of privacy. Also, if you have any questions about any dreams I post please let me know and I'll be happy to answer them.(Also, the reason this is marked as NSFW is some of my dreams may get a bit graphic)

1/26/12 3:47 A.M.

Spoiler

I awake in the kitchen, the cold linoleum tile feels uncomfortable against my skin. I walk from there to my bedroom and open the door -- nothing seems out of place. I peek into my sisters room and discover she is not there. I walk into the living room and see nothing present except for the furniture and the T.V.. I look throughout the whole house, and I quickly realize I am alone. It's at this very moment I notice I am dreaming; the first time this has happened since I was very young. I find my self standing in the middle of the kitchen again; I think to myself about why I am dreaming this, it all seems so mundane. I am startled by a melancholy melody being played on the piano, but not mine. I can see it in the other room and there is no motion on the keys. I hear the music coming from the living room, specifically the T.V.. As soon as I step in the room the music stops; there is also a figure standing in front of the T.V. and a face on the flat screen itself, both familiar to me. The figure appears to be my oldest brother in his flanal pajama pants and a t-shirt. The face on the screen is his recently exed girlfriend. She appears to be staring right at my brothers face and says, "Do not fret. Do not cry. For I will be dead soon." For some reason this doesn't even phase me. Instead, I begin to speak, "Hey man, I was worried I was home alone again. How ya doing [bro]?" His head slowly turns to face me, his body not following suit. His eyes are an endless void of confusion, and as this happens he speaks these words, "Do not worry, you are not alone" His head is now completely turned 180^o, it feels like his eyes are tearing my insides apart. He suddenly appears right in front of me, his body still in the same position. He stares into my eyes--I am unable to look away, I feel like I am being sucked in. His voice changes to something that I can't even begin to describe. He says,"But do be afraid, for I am not your brother" I awake in silence, laying on the kitchen floor.

This post has been edited by BotonWiggles: 26 January 2012 - 05:00 PM

I dreamt that I was in a park and a black swan was attacking me by rubbing against my leg and hanging off my arm by its bill. I remember its mouth was very acidic. I tried to make it go away by shooing it, pushing it away, and ultimately throttling it, but it kept persisting to annoy me. At this point my older brother appeared and started laughing at how it was annoying me, this beautiful black swan.
I picked it up and forcibly sat it down next to a professor who was either playing tennis or squash, or talking about tennis or squash. The important part was that he was very boring and I was punishing the swan by making it listen to this boring guy.
Then I woke up.

I remember another dream I had. I was walking out of my high-school (Which I don't attend any more) along the sheltered pathway. A friend of mine, a girl, jumped onto my shoulders, which was weird because she would have hit her head on the roofing. We (people I identified as my friends, but none but the one girl had faces) reached the bus bay and boarded a bus. I started driving down a long road (In real life the road ends in an immediate T intersection) the road outside the bus melted away, disappearing under the bus and I got out of the driver's seat and looked down the aisle. The bus was now a plane. the sides of the plane opened and the dream ends.

This post has been edited by skmojo: 26 January 2012 - 03:50 PM

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