Slow rolling firestorm in the crimson color of fire. And massive mushroom clouds towering tso high that in my dreamy neck hurts from staring up higher and hire, watching the blast wave ring getting closer and a large crack like thunder but my ears go muffle it's so loud. And people bursting into flames but sometimes just a third person or broken 4th wall observer and sometimes I'm on fire and it burns but not overwhelmingly hot.
People's eyes bubble out of their heads and pop. It's an emotional dream at a child's fear level which is most intense because it's first experience of unknown kind of fear.
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Originally posted by Lodger Free
I dream of atomic war at least once a month now.
Slow rolling firestorm in the crimson color of fire. And massive mushroom clouds towering tso high that in my dreamy neck hurts from staring up higher and hire, watching the blast wave ring getting closer and a large crack like thunder but my ears go muffle it's so loud. And people bursting into flames but sometimes just a third person or broken 4th wall observer and sometimes I'm on fire and it burns but not overwhelmingly hot.
People's eyes bubble out of their heads and pop. It's an emotional dream at a child's fear level which is most intense because it's first experience of unknown kind of fear.
Originally posted by Kafka
That was actually calming to read
The real thing won't
It amazes me how people are laughing at Putin right now and not preparing for a nuclear war or shitting themselves like people in the 1960s or 80s. Etc.
People have no fear today. People think they're all ghetto rat tough, but this will be a very fucked up way to die. And if you're outside the glass bulb of vaporizing heat, and in tier two circle. You will die the most horrific way imaginable.
I dreamed Texas was invaded by the Russians and I was driving somewhere and came across a Russian checkpoint...a dozen Russian military were milling about obviously with guns and a couple of them had RPGs...they stopped me and checked my car and then let me go but as I looked in my rear view mirror a couple of them were facing my car and laughing and then one raised his RPG at my car...the dream ended there and THE NIGHTMARE BEGAN!
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It was that I was dead but could still be with the living. I had choked to death on those coloured Cheerios, had dark circles under my eyes and occasionally a Cheerio would fall from my mouth. There was an event on in the library, I left and a black kitten followed me, sat down and some bullies came to taunt me. I ignored them and they went away, then I walked to a house, it had a wire fence, into the kitchen and there was a winged creature sitting at the table. No it wasn’t an angel. Then I switched on the light and woke up.
I’m trying to sleep but my nephew is talkative and told me about his dreams:
“Ghost with red eyes touched woman then the woman turned red and lost her heart, then had to eat some food to get her heart back. Then there was a fight with zombies, the woman had a sword, and there were dangerous bathorses. Waterfall of lava nightmare house pigmen guarding the nightmare horses. And write that down. Says he has bad dreams all the time.”
Originally posted by Kafka
I’m trying to sleep but my nephew is talkative and told me about his dreams:
“Ghost with red eyes touched woman then the woman turned red and lost her heart, then had to eat some food to get her heart back. Then there was a fight with zombies, the woman had a sword, and there were dangerous bathorses. Waterfall of lava nightmare house pigmen guarding the nightmare horses. And write that down. Says he has bad dreams all the time.”
The majority of humankind lack food of spiritual morality and will remain the walking red representing the dead.
It was that I was trying to follow a path, it involved a train, it changed colour from green to blue, the path led into a building and got cluttered with things, they were blocking the door. I thought about burning everything in my way but these things were peoples’ belief systems and there were factions, they had their own ideas of where the path should be.
I dreamed I had one of those stupid little monkeys people keep as pets. I found it abandoned and for some reason took it home. I hated it but kept it anyway...I'd slap it around and yell at it and generally be mean to it. One morning i woke up and it had shit all over the bedroom carpet so I threw it out the house (after beating it) and then watched it through the window as it whined and scraped at the door "No nigga monkey, you're not coming back in, fuck off"
