So this blog is a little bit of test for me, I wanted to see if me writing them out on here would help my dreams not be as prevalent and well…it’s true! Blogging my dreams has made me excited to wake up the next morning to tell my grueling nights tale but now I do not dream quite as often. I am sleeping more sound which has never happened. I was out of town the past few days but did not dream much of anything so I thought I would pull a dream from the old dream journal. This one is one of my darker dreams and I had this one back when I was in high school.
The dream starts out with me on a street and everything is void of color. I am a detective but of a very specific case, where everything was black and white, some people on this street had colorful clothes on and these were the people I was looking for. You see we had three larger than life dogs on the loose and these people with the colorful shirts were in serious danger…the puppies of these dogs, well their soul, was trapped in the bodies of the colorful people and these large dogs were going to get them back. So I walk past housing units and I hear a howl. It is a blood filled howl and I know the dog is close to the first people. I spot them in the house, a mom, dad, and baby just gathered around the table loving life. I ran into the house and began to warn them of their impending doom but like any reasonable person they did not believe me and thought me to be crazy. “Larger than life dogs…puppy souls! are you a lunatic?! Get out of my house!” the man screamed. I knew that if I did not get to safety that I too would be eaten by these dogs so I ran down the hall to the mans bathroom and hid. Moments later I hear the glass crashing and the blood curdling screams of the family who was now torn to shreds. I wait, patiently, as I do not want to interrupt the mother dog and her pup for her pup would be very hungry and I did not want to be the meal of choice. I wait until I hear utter silence, the ear deafening kind of silence then I leave the bathroom and find the second family. Everything happened all over again, they didn’t believe me and so I hid in the bathroom until I knew it was safe to come out. Then the third house happened. The people didn’t believe me and I hid in the bathroom. The dog crashed in and killed everyone but then…no puppy. There wasn’t a yelp of a young pup and everything just went dead. I cracked open the door just to see down the hallway and there it was…we locked eyes. This hell hound terrier dog. It began to sprint down the hallway at me and I slammed the door but…what? this cannot be…the door turned into one of those flimsy catholic confession doors. The kind with the intricate gauze type of window design made from the wood. And then I see it. As the dog pushes me with only the door between us on the floor and wall of the bathroom, teeth inches away from my face…I am in color.
Then I woke up.
I hope you enjoyed! As always what is your opinion of this dream? I would love to hear your feedback!