I Have Strange Dreams
Reoccuring Dream About Locking Doors...?... Well, I posted this in my dream section but I have yet to recieve any insight on it. Give it a shot if you wish. The following is my "strange dream" -
I have been having this reoccuring dream where I am inside this huge 2 or 3 story house with an unknown amount of access points.
When I have this dream it is always dusk or already night. And this intense need to lock every door runs through me. Sometimes I think someone has gotten in and i must sweep the place from end to end while securing the house along my way to make sure I am alone; other times I feel as if someone or something is coming and I only have a limited time to lock the place up before it arrives. (usually I feel that when the sun sets I have run out of time, even if it is already dark outside.)
All the doors are different. Some aren't even doors; there are dozens of windows as well. Every access point has atleast two locks on it.
But last night was different; while I was locking up I reached a huge wooden door with a very complex locking system (if you have ever seen Underword: Evolution it kinda looked like the casket William was kept in only each bar locked seperately). While I was locking it, it morphed into a woman. She was calm and encouraged me to lock "her". By the time she was in full form the rest of the door had turned into a chair with numerous straps and cuffs to secure her into it. along the wall to my left I noticed rows of shelves with numerous appliances on them ranging from knives, masks and whips to blow torches, pliers and vices. It had a relatively "S&M" feel to it. I looked back at the woman and she had a knowing look in her eye, like she understood the reason she was there and what might happen (she seemed to want it to happen). By the time I had locked the last strap around her I noticed the majority of the other locks had been unsecured. I asked, puzzled, "if these don't hold you then why do you stay here?" She just smiled and shook her head. A light bulb went off in my head and I asked her for confirmation "you're damned, aren't you?", she acted insulted and stated no one has ever been able to damn her properly for what she has achieved.
I remember gazing back at the tools on the shelves and feeling a smirk cross my face before I awoke.
Strange enough?
I have been having this reoccuring dream where I am inside this huge 2 or 3 story house with an unknown amount of access points.
When I have this dream it is always dusk or already night. And this intense need to lock every door runs through me. Sometimes I think someone has gotten in and i must sweep the place from end to end while securing the house along my way to make sure I am alone; other times I feel as if someone or something is coming and I only have a limited time to lock the place up before it arrives. (usually I feel that when the sun sets I have run out of time, even if it is already dark outside.)
All the doors are different. Some aren't even doors; there are dozens of windows as well. Every access point has atleast two locks on it.
But last night was different; while I was locking up I reached a huge wooden door with a very complex locking system (if you have ever seen Underword: Evolution it kinda looked like the casket William was kept in only each bar locked seperately). While I was locking it, it morphed into a woman. She was calm and encouraged me to lock "her". By the time she was in full form the rest of the door had turned into a chair with numerous straps and cuffs to secure her into it. along the wall to my left I noticed rows of shelves with numerous appliances on them ranging from knives, masks and whips to blow torches, pliers and vices. It had a relatively "S&M" feel to it. I looked back at the woman and she had a knowing look in her eye, like she understood the reason she was there and what might happen (she seemed to want it to happen). By the time I had locked the last strap around her I noticed the majority of the other locks had been unsecured. I asked, puzzled, "if these don't hold you then why do you stay here?" She just smiled and shook her head. A light bulb went off in my head and I asked her for confirmation "you're damned, aren't you?", she acted insulted and stated no one has ever been able to damn her properly for what she has achieved.
I remember gazing back at the tools on the shelves and feeling a smirk cross my face before I awoke.
Strange enough?