"In dreams emotions are overwhelming"
Olya
I oftenly see a dream, where I drive a car, but really I can't do it and even scared of it. That time I took jeep of my father and drive by a crowded highway, very activily pass bitween the cars. Mixed feeling of fear and euphoria covered me. When I tried to use brakes, I realize, that I can't do it. I don't have a driving lisence, and the car I took secretly, so my father will kill me. So I'm scared and feeling shame. I hardly stop, but the car is broken. I'm looking for anyone, who can help me. But no one wishes. Than I try to go back on a broken car. But I realize, that police took it after the crash, that I was in. The feelinf of fear and shame grows bigger and covers me. I decide to call 911 and tell, that I'm guilty, but I wake up.
Anya
Recently I've learnt how to travel in dreams, in places I've really been, walk there and realize, that in fact I'm sleeping. But what I wanted to tell is my tender dreams about Apocalypto. THey are like my strong point! Everything started, when I was going by the highway (where I'm really living), the day is coming to its end and I am coming to the sea. Stars are falling into the sea. There is no one on the beach, except me and a boy ten years old. It looks like he is a son of the fisher. I'm charmed by the wold around me, that is making its last eсstatic breaths. Boy talks to me: "And so you are going to stand here like that, or going to take your last swim?" I tell him, that one of the stars a going to kill me in the water. He answers, that I have no chance here or in the water. And we enter the warm water. And then everything changes, I appear in the scorching deserted garden of a figures. And I'm one of them And I can't move, and there is nothing left in a whole world.
Olya, Vitya.
We were on a vocation, at the sea. Our plane back was in the early morning. Right before the alarm, that gonna wake me up, I saw a deam, there was a bus, I turn a acceleration key, so bus, starts to go down the way, crossing a road without a accident and hit a supermarket by transforming in to the helicopter. Explosion, fire, panic, a lot of victims. I crash into the dispair cry out of realizing, what have I done. Wake up with a real tears, asking if someone had a dreams like that amoung our company, we won't go. It was a very hard for me, I didn't have dreams like that before. But no one had something like that. We are entering the plane, I watch around very attentively. Taking off, all the flight I was thinking about the death and my life. But everything is going fine, we've landed. And then Vitya turnes to me a says: "Now I will tell you my deam" He also so a terrible dream with blood, police, victims. He said, he didn't want to tell me, cause he thought, that if he tells me and we stay, something will happen to us later.
Kirill
SInce I was 5 years, I have the same nightmare... At that time I've shared a room with my elder brother and loved to watch A Nightmare on Elm Street, ефре ascred me a lot. I had a dream about dark, long coridor with a light at the end of it, I've heard the drops fall, and everything started, when I realize, that I'm running. And not just running - I'm running away from my persecutor - Freddy. A remeder my fear, and his face. Than I ran away, and woke up.
Natalie.
In my very last dream I lost my tongue literally. It happened naturally
while chewing something, I just bit it off. I couldn't bear the thought of
losing it so I decided to keep it in my mouth forever. Strangely enough
eating and talking was no problem in my dream. But everyone wanted to know
what I was carrying around in my cheek pouch - of course there was a huge
bump - and commented on my problem. They laughed, said somenthing like
"Honey, you're not the only one! Just spit it out, everyone is living
without it!" and opened their mouths to show it to me. It seemed to be a
widespread phenomena in my dream.
The next morning the feeling of having my tongue stored in my cheek pouch
vanished very slowly: Having breakfast was traumatic, it felt like chewing
my own tongue!
Valentine.
After I have watched some B-horrors from my collection, some humorous nightmares begin to appear in my dreams. Like in TV shows, there are appearances of my friends in every dream. In my last dream I was with my 2 pals on a street, looking for something in a bookcase. Furniture and trash were spread across the road. In a moment, I noticed that in the nearby garden stood our friend. And I was bout to kill him, because I thought that he was a zombi. After he came to us, a living dead began to attack us. The dead rushed our friend, and I began to divert his attention from him. While the zombie was beginning to attack me, I stayed on ladder, try to defiance myself with one hand, and with the other to shake down the bookcase. After few seconds I jumped off the ladder, and the case crushed down the zombie. I looked at my friends and said: «Now you don’t want to tell me that hasn’t been the zombie kill of the week, do you?»
Natasha.
I make much of dreams, always try to analyse them and understand my instinctive needs. Sometimes I am amazed how rich my imagination can be in dreams, and why we can't thing like that in reality. Sometimes I had beautiful conception of photography, and the main thing was not to forget them in the morning. Sometimes dreams can be so strong, that mix with real life. Mostly they are connected with my love feelings. When I was younger, I had a dream, that I'm dating a boy from my class, and we are very comfortable together, in the real life we didn't even talk and I paid no attetion to him. When I woke up I had a strong feeling, that I even wanted to spend time with him. Since that time we've became friends.
Marcelo.
After I watched the series on Discovery, where a cool guy shows how to
survive in very hard conditions. I found myself on an uninhabited
island, where I used his methods to save my life. I hunted on a wild
boar, fished with handmade equipment on a river Zambezi. And in the
end I climbed on a mountain and the helicopter took me home.
Elizabeth.
I always have strange dreams, where I can't understand where my is
exactly me, and whre me is sleeping. So not long ago I had a dream,
where I fought with pilot and airplanes, they were crazy. I also had
an airplane. But the main thing, that another me - the real me, new
all the story, the script, and the story ended with my defeat. So I
edited the story, like a movie, but it couldn't help. So when we got
to the place in the story, when something bad would happened, I knew
it, so I changed myself with another me from reality and change the
course of the story.... Oh, it was a long story with a happy end.
Ilya.
When I was small, I had a lot of scary dreams. But they were not
classical. The main fear was connected with infinity. For example -
I'm walking through the well-known place, but there is no end of the
road. Or we are returning home from the country house, and cant pass
one village, all the way we are going throug it, and i can end. It was
really scary.
Kolya.
I had a dream, where we were sitting with governor of California -
Arnold Schwarzneger, we talked in english.
And in the end I asked him: "what can you say about my english?", and
he relpied to me in russian, but I couldn't understand a word. So I
woke up with a feeling, that my english is much more better, than
russian of Terminator!
Dasha.
In dreams, I usually have so many interesting events, that when I
return to the reality can remember almost anything. But I can tell
about the most mystical story. Here is one of them: I had a dream,
where I'm at my grandmother's house. It is countryside. Around the
village only forest, fog, and storks. She had the nests of these
birds, right near her window. I'm sitting next to the window, doing
something with hands, probably drawing. And everything around me is
like from my childhood: curtains, pussy willow, old TV, and even the
smell around me is so familiar. And suddenly a dark power appears,
something like Dart Wader, that wants to kidnap me and stretching to
me. And at that very scary moment, I realize, that my granny is near
me, she protects me, and everything is now calm and safe. The picture
I was drawing was not finished...
Misha.
When you can see yourself, your hands in a dream - it means, that you
know that you are in a dream. You watch your dream, from the first
person. In such dreams one part of you watches the dream, but another
can control and imagine the scenario of dream. Sometimes the action is
in slow motion, you can see your hands is not in focus, or the effect
like image in the film is going down, shifting. When I started to see
such dreams, I started to control dreams, started to use jumping
skills. My jumps became more and more long, then suddenly I found,
that I can fly or almost fly, through and over the obstacles...
Ulyana.
Once in a dream, my friend decided to study stomatology. I helped her
to do some organization tasks. The strangest thing was the uniform,
unique for each subject. We had special pictures with examples: silver
knitted jacket with sequins, dress from 80s, etc., everything was so
colored. And the woman, who gave us such uniform said, that nowadays
it is so trendy to be a stomatologist, if you know what I'm saying.
And with that bag of uniforms we went home. On the way home a strange
man followed us. We started to run, he started too, then we shoot at
him with our laser-gun-fingers. My friend run faster, and this man
caught me and I woke up.
Andronik.
Till I was 13, I had one regular and continuous dream. My brother and
I had two-storeyed bed, and it was right next to the window. So I am
sleeping, and suddenly window opens and baba-yaga (russian witch from
a fairy-tales) flies into my room, and takes me with her into the
night. It was a regular dream, and every time I had it, there was
something new, continuation. It was a scary dream. Sometime later I
found how to know, that I am in a dream and control the situation. So
I used this skill, and went in a dream for girls.
Misha.
Here is my dream. I'm standing at the edge of the world, holding a
reel - pulling the nets, that go to the dark under me. So i pull it
and pull, pull and pull, and suddently pull out my own dead body. I'm
coming closer to take a look at my self, so here am I, near face, and
suddently a blue body opens its eyes. I am waking up.
Sasha.
I saw this dream in the morning. I am sitting in the commision in the
prison, that decides to let you free or no. Prisoners have to chose -
the one, that will hurt himself more, than others, but will stay on
the mood - will be free. The rest will stay in jail for 10 more years.
So I'm sitting and watching, how a normal man is cutting himself
somewhere near liver, nut even cutting he is shreding himself in
despair - he is very scared, it is a great pain for him, but he
doesn't stop. Trying to calm down. And soon starts to do it once
again. Cries in pain, and starts at once.