Stream+of+Subconsciousness

=This page will be in memoriam of the dreams we have had that involved the impossible, the exhilarating, the monstrous. The Free Man shall post his here, as a generator. Also, because he wants to write them down before he forgets even the best of them.=

I was running. Something was on my tracks, ever so determined to reach me. I ran through blurs of color and line, what vaguely resembled structures, like a housing complex being built, concrete, iron, skeletal. I jump and dodge and run, never looking back, as I know it will end my existence. It is a bright day, with the weather present yet meaningless. There is nobody else. **It is after me, never more than a few seconds away**. I leap from one foundation to another, burst through openings, trying not to stop. I come before a portal, one that looks like the entrance to a playground slide, closed, colorful yet ominous. I dive into it. As I slide down, I can see numerous tunnels joining at intersections, all filled with strange shapes and colors. I cannot reach them. The tube I am travelling through is itself littered with strange objects, a child's playthings, but they are intangible. I keep sliding, unable to stop, but not wanting to stop. There are windows, little slots on the sides of the slide, and all I can see is brief snapshots into a sky outside. Suddenly, the tube ceases to exist, and the scene shifts tone. It is pitch-black, and I fall into water. I shine a light, trying to see, dazed. It is a cavern full of black water, with bones and metal piled onto mounds jutting out of the ripples. It is a huge maw, one where I know what will happen. It is the absence of sounds except my pounding heart and ragged breathing that is so unnerving. My spine feels a current, and I turn to see something rise out of the water. The light goes out, and there is nothing, save for the imprint of the last moment.

I was in a world, abandoned save for Someone else. Everything seems fine, but I know something will be wrong. The air is tense, and I reach out for his/her hand. We had been alone, abandoned by the cosmos, in a dead life. I reach out, and everything changes. There is a great divide, an unbridgeable fissure in the ground. Everything from the atmosphere to the scenery changes. The sky is dark, and all the structures are reduced to rubble. The great divide keeps opening, wanting to swallow my hopes. **I try to reach out, futile, but desperate**. He/she is getting smaller, and other Forms appear besides the person. They are Negatives, and I know all is lost. I retreat, head in the opposite direction from whence I came, to search for Something else. I know not what to do, but I walk regardless.

There is a world, industrial, dilapidated, empty. It is dark outside, the Hyena's calling. He tells me it is safe, that I should join the Others. I nod, and climb into the bogie. It rides on tracks that go on and on as far as I can see. It moves forward, no apparent controls, probably a telepathic link. It speeds up, and the wind blows past my ears. The night chills, and I am gaining speed. **Soon I approach a divergence: multiple paths, all leading Somewhere else**. I change direction, and the path becomes warped. It is like a rollercoaster ride, full of jolts and breakneck speeds. I wonder if the tracks will hold, and why I have not fallen. The dream changes, and I am suddenly standing, the background morphs. The sky is blue, it is sunny, and I see a white city before me. Instinct tells me there is nothing here, but I came to join the Others. My cousins materialize, but they do not speak, we communicate with thoughts. They are not there, yet seem so tangible. We walk towards a white stadium, all frame-work, all hard and contrasting with the green fields. For a time, I am trapped in a moment, everything slowing down and then vanishing as I rise from my slumber.


 * I am trapped**. Being held captive by Them, the Machines. Everything is a daze of pain, adrenaline. I escape, head to the exit. The alarms sound, and I fear the inevitable. I break out of the complex, and see a world inhabited by robots, human-like, yet devoid of real empathy. I am in a sort of plaza, full of lights and sounds. I run, not knowing why, but I run. At any moment I can be killed, but I cannot afford to hesitate. I see a metal face, and I fall, and the scene is vaporized.

I am alone, in a house marooned in a desert. There is Nothing here, and that is good. I am removed from Them. I go to my laboratory, where I am experimenting with a Machine. The cold metal, the red eyes that are always there, greet me. No matter the storm or sun or moon, I am always looking behind me, always ready for Conflict. One day They find me. One of the Machines advances, but I destroy it. His companions follow. I back down, realizing there is nohere else to hide. I detonate the environment, and everything is blinded. The battle is over, but I will always be moving. I look down and pick up a head. It looks at me, as if knowing of my fate, and I stare back, with the feeling of grim acceptance. **The day has shifted yet again, to earthier hues, yet the emptiness is always there**. I look back at my former dwelling, and then resume my journey without destination.

There are mountains in the distance, fading, always distant. Before me there are great Pillars, columns partially standing, survivors of an Event long forgotten. The clouds are stormy tonight. **I keep moving, headed towards the Beyond, a stranger to myself**. The clouds lighten, and the air turns from Nothing to Shadow. Ahead lies Something, perhaps a civilization, but there are no lights, no sound save for the constant wind ad the echoes of my foot-steps. Everything is brown, dirty and gray, but I keep walking. These remnants of Things Past are here, but their inhabitants are not. I don't know why I'm here, or why I don't rest, but I know that everything will change if I do. So I push onward.

He is here. We are in a maze, and we can not see anything. I shine a light that barely shines, flickers, puts to sleep yet scares. Or is it a house? We run, trying not to fall, but every few seconds Someone screams and is no more. Eyes watering, hearts beating, breaths desperate. One by one we disappear, until I am the only one in motion. I cry, yet shout at Him. I rage, and then His throat is in my hands. I squeeze with all my might, pouring all my fear into my death-vice. He is small, yet he has taken so many. I struggle to not let go, and suddenly we are outside. From black and flashes of blue, we are now on Steps leading to Somewhere. There is water nearby, a luminescence, but I pay no attention. I tear him apart, frenzied with rage and fear and desperation and most of all, Hate. Then He is no more. **I realize it is Over, and then I feel lost**. Nobody is with me now. I do not know where the Others are. The more I try to think of them, the less I remember. I sit, waiting for Something to happen, but to no avail.

I am with a group of people I know. We are doing something, but everything flows past me. Why can't I understand them? They are there, and I am there. I try to rejoin them, try to join the festivities, but I cannot. **They beckon, but I can not help even myself**. It should be fun, yet it has not turned out that way. They slowly de-materialize, and I cannot but observe. It is Nothing now. A blank space. I miss them. Now, I have no purpose, my existence rendered meaningless. What do I do? I don't know, and I just stare at myself.

Flying- I run and jump, airborn. The sky is always farther than my reach. The feeling is like none toher, the feeling of freedom. the sky blackens, the ground below dissolving into a frothing sea. There is a storm, with a ship in the eye, and I land on it. The moment I land I know all is lost. No matter how hard I try, how much I run and jump and fall, I cannot but remain on the surface. **The sea will be black, the waves yearning**. Everything has changed. I am consumed by despair.

My Friend is with Me. We are Somewhere, in a building partially new, partially destroyed, completely abandoned. I know our original intent was to play, but I got up and started to move. I felt the need to be somewhere, to look for something. I walked through empty halls, colors bland and yet very visible. I thought I had to go downstairs. There was an Elevator, lonesome and repelling. I approached it. It opened, and nothing was there. Despite the fact there was nothing, I felt uneasy. I walked back. Soon the Friend had to go somewhere, urgent that he take Something. I watched, and saw that the Something was an Abstract mannequin. I could not help but feel danger closeby, and after he went I followed. He got into the Elevator, and as the doors shut I panicked. I ran to the floor beneath, trying to stop the elevator. I was able to get on, and as I was about to cry out for him to run, I saw he was not there. Only the mannequin remained, but no evidence of anything; it was almost like he never existed. I, desperate and full of rage, lunged at the figure. It did not move, but I was upon it nevertheless. My hands a blur, a frenzy of irrationality. I stop. What am I doing? Nothing has changed. He has not returned. All is still. **The mannequin is faceless now [or wasn't he always?], and I am there-just there**. Everything is silent, the air holding its breath, my form unmoving. I don't know what to do, uncertain of everything save for the fact I didn't know what had happened. The dream fades away in waves of stillness.

I am travelling thorugh a giant Auditorium. The seats raying, the curtains torn, the carpet shredded, the whole event nevermore. I journey through the lands, with some undeterminable destination in mind. I bound through the air, but go through the circular structure. I pass it, and see other Things i the distance. I think there are Others in the distance, ahead of me. I must join them. **I come across giant Things, some familiar, others not, all larger than I**. I keep moving, unsure, yet determined to arrive Somewhere.

I once had a dream where I had to protect Someone. We were in a strange place, foreboding, urban. There was to be a family reunion, but I tell this Someone we have to go, that something is wrong. It is not long till we hear the shooting, the fear. We run, back to my warehouse where I keep the arms. I know I will be needing them. We almost make it. She then vanishes, and I know they have taken my grandmother. I reach my warehouse, and arm myself to the teeth. **I go Somewhere, not knowing why but I know it is where I must go**. There are enemies here, and they try to kill me. I kill them first, showing no mercy. I walk at a steady pace, rage bulding. The friends of the fallen appear, all bent on snuffing me out. I kill them as well, not with guns, but with hands, cold to the screams and blood. I arrive at the Place. My nemesis is there. He is faceless, much like me, yet he is the one I must destroy if I am to retrieve her. We are in a Place desert red, yet the wind is cold, the Place dark, Others watching. We fight, and we tumble through the area. I do not know if it is I who am bleeding more, but we continue this struggle to the death. I will not abandon the One I have seen so few. I end up killing him, but I find as soon as I do so the Others aren't there anymore, and my grandmother isn't there anymore. The Place is still here, yet people-less. I miss the ones I fell, for they gave me destiny. Now there is Nothing left. I leave, aimless but wanitng to get away from here, this Place of fallen dreams.

I was in a dark world, something that resembled Mexico. I was in some abode, littered with all kinds of Things, bathed in different colors. I wanted to go outside, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I wandered off while They were watching. I would sneak out, battling through Growths of junk, trying to be quite, trying to be agile and swift. I managed to get out, and before me lay a vast space. I went, eager to explore. The scene melted into backyards of houses, me running, wanting to see everything. Grass everywhere, yet lots of walls and thorns. I would go into the houses, wanting to meet the owners, but I discovered that nobody was there. And so I went through each house, looking for something, someone. Nothing. The dream shifted, and I was suddenly in a manor, white, and the air was tense. Something outside was moving. Paralyzed by fear, I somehow knew if I betrayed even the slightest sound, I would regret it. Time passed, my heart pounding. It went away. I slowly walked, and looked outside. There were many a home wrecked, the city in the distance in flames. I went outside and got a vehicle, and began to search for Others. I met with the occasional fleeing person, all going away from where I was. I asked what had happened. They told me They had come. I had no idea what was happening, why, how. I headed towards the city, searching for answers. Everywhere I go, ruins, people vanishing. Suddenly, an explosion of sound and light. I rouse from my pain, the vehicle overturned. Someone is yelling, telling me to head inside. I follow, and enter a Station. The floor wooden and tiled, the arches white, Things overturned. I see my rescuer, who tells me it won't be long till the Machines come. He gives me a Gun, and we hide. It is not long until the Station is visited by the monsters. The metal faces search, turning the air red with death. Our breaths spend an eternity til the next. Something happens. We are discovered. We fight back, yet we are being crushed at the same time. People dying, me running and shooting. I manage to escape, and the building transforms. I am now in some space, possibly an apartment. I do not have my weapon, my consolation. I find the nearest enclave, just as a tentacle bursts throught the space. It searches for me, and It passes me, and all is deathly quiet. I cannot take the suspense. I dash out, leap throught the window, and fall on the ground. I am about to run away, when I see It is not following. **I see It, and I see a monstrous Thing, larger than the building itself, organic yet hard and cold and ominous.** I stare, strangley enraptured yet knowing there is no more Time left. I am still, not knowing what to do, though I know what I should do but I can't. The Unknown is beautiful in a deadly way. The dream fades.

We are at some Academy, a prison. We cannot leave. I tell my Friends we must leave this place. I have seen something beyond the tunnel, and I want to levae this Place. They say no, it is too dangeorus, and they resume their toils. I tell one of them that I cannot bear to leave them behind. She agrees, and we go to the tunnel. It is dark, and there are tracks leading into the heart of the darkness. We wander, and we come across a wreckage of locomotive and its cars, empty, turned, yet I feel it is possible. I climb aboard, looking at the controls that once glowed. I am feeling the levers and knobs, imagining it in its full stride. She tells me I must hurry if I want to leave. Just as I am about to run the engine, the Lights find us. They know. I tell her it will all be behind us. but she leaves, and says she cannot go. I tell her she cannot stay behind, that They will enslave her just like the others. She retreats, and the train starts. Suddenly the engine is on the tracks, plowing throught the metal refuse. I reach out for her, but she says I should be the only one to go. I don't know what to do, but the train progresses. The engine accelerates, and soon she disappears in the Light. I look forward, the tunnel a blur. The scene shifts, and I am among many on a platform out at sea. There is a storm, and we are evacuating. I look for Someone, and I see my Friends in the crowd, dispersing, appearing and disappearing and re-appearing. I see her far away, but before I can call out to her she vanishes. The platform is battered by waves and the howling wind, and I realize I must go. **As I ascend, I look back for my train, but it has gone. I look in front, but they have gone too**. I wake.

I was somewhere. My cousins and I were playing in what seemed like a giant tennis court, except that it wasn't just a court. The fences were tall, too tall. In the distance some house was visible, probably one that we were supposed to go to. There was a dead tree, large, formidable, yet so...alluring. We were daring eachother to see who could climb the highest. We all took turns, having fun, falling. A friend of mine was suddenly there, and he climbed near the top, and sat there, victorious, grinning until he fell too. We were at it for what seemed only minutes, yet the sky had risen and set. **This Tree was so enticing, I didn't noctice anything else until I realized everyone had gone and the dream-place had changed into something more colorful, strange, unknown**. I had to do Something, but what? I roamed around, and Someone told me I had to complete a certain objective, and then I set about to exploration. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I only remember the faintest trace of subconscious shapes and colors and feelings of exhilaration and caution and cold.

I was on a ship, an floating island, a fortress inhabited by me and others. Something had happened, and there was an emergency. I had to evacuate with the others. As I ran through all sorts of different levels, I noticed that the ship was falling apart. I hurried, ran faster and faster. Eventually I made it to the surface levels. I then boarded a vehicle, that when driven, changed the scene to one of a post-apocalyptic setting of an industrial complex, concrete, one where I had to pass it if I wanted to go to some predetermined destination. There were all sorts of obstructions, and I realized that no one else was there. Every now and then, I catched glimpses of memories, people fleeing, screaming, the blinding light englufing all. There was then a flood, taking away everything, including my hopes to get to where I needed to. Then, the dream changed, and I was in some sort of concrete housing complex at night. I think there was some sort of party, but I was outside, left to my own devices. As I started to wander in my own thoughts, the atmosphere charged with tension. I instinctively knew something was wrong, and I headed for inside, when suddenly I was stopped by some masked men. They shot me, and then I knew that these strangers were not welcome. They shot an rpg at me, but I dodged and headed for them. **I ran, and burst through the doors, and as I collided with them, they dematerialized, and I knew that if I didn't hurry, everyone I knew would disappear**. I ran through different levels of the complex, gaining speed, everything a blur of light and sound. There was pain, but that was nothing. There were other firings, but that didn't stop me. All that mattered was that I find the others and kill them. As my chase progressed, I slowly woke, with my spine in a grievous disposition, and I desperately tried to hang on to the fading remnants of my dream.

I knew that I was falling, but I had to maintain my calm and climb, away from the Vessel. This Vessel was a massive steam ship, akin to the Titanic, but larger, dead, suspended by pure friction, but beginning to make the final descent into the black waters below, in an iron tunnel of pipeworks and sturctures where the Vessel was grinding through. Many things were falling, including thousands of figure, figures who I could not tell if they were alive or dead. I knew I had to keep climbing, and reach the outer wall. Everything was in blue and black, cold metal, slowly descending into the ominous pool below. I knew that if I fell with the Vessel, all would be lost. As I almost made it to a safer position, the whole ship accelerated, with a shriek of grinding metal, a thousand different noises of friction and foreboding. I lost my hold, my lifeline, and fell with the ship. I landed in the water some distance away from the ship, just out of the reach of the whirlpool generated by the falling ship. I swam away, and eventually reached the outer walls, where I latched on to some railing, and then the dream changed. I was now in some great Antres, yawning black tunnels stretching in all directions from me. I knew I was in a vertical position, and if I fell, I would die. Fear gripped me, and I struggled to keep going. I kept ascending in the darkness, trying to reach my destination. I knew that somewhere in the darkness, there would be a sideways tunnel, and I would eventually reach a safe place. I thought back to the dare my friends had made, that we all submerge ourselves into the black, and whoever made it first would win something. How stupid I felt for taking on the challenge, but that didn't matter anymore. I just kept on climbing, my limbs on fire, agony and desperation seizing me.After some x amount of hours, I could feel gravity shifting, the direction of the tunnel changing as well. And then there was a light. Blinding, white, and then I was standing in some sort of chamber. Hollow, yet gratifying to know that I was standing upright and not in danger of falling. No one else was there, but that did not discourage me, as I knew I had reached a safepoint. Although I was in a position such that other wise it would be imposssible to stand up, the laws of physics did not apply here. I wandered, in a massive masoleum, the arches infinitely away, yet the negative space made it seem that they were further still. Once in a while, I came across a dome of glass, and see either darkness, nothing, or the light from the world above. I then burst from an opening, and began my ascent once again. After some time, I saw the light, near the end of this tunnel skywards, and I hastened my climb, and then I was free. It was a yellow, deserted land. The wind was not blistering like I thought, but rather cold. I saw no one, save for mountains in the distance. I walked for some time, and nothing seemed to change. **I realized I was in the land of Nowhere, a place where condemned men were forced to navigate, all forms of destinations meaningless and infinitely far away**. I was doomed to wander these lands forever, and the only place for cold comfort was the entrance to the Blackness I endured. I wondered where the others were, dead or alive. Suddenly I had a sense of urgency, and hopelessness. Why was I the only one who emerged from the hole, falsely victorious, bound by his initial drive to struggle? As I stood there, unmoving, I woke, heart beating, out of breath.

In my dream, I am floating above my body and then something drags me off the end of my bed. I scream, but there is no noise, and I begin to freefall into a dark pit.-[DARTH MANNUS] []

I do not know where I am. This place is stranger to me, and yet, I know where I can go. Don't really think of anything else, but to get there. It is the suburbs, but somewhere I have not seen, but still familiar. I realize-it is the Saccharine Grove in a parallel world. The air is still, and I see no one. Eventually, I arrive, and my old friends are there-Huberman and Widonator. We want to game. We head downstairs, and we have a blast with some goldies. Everything looks different, but still feels nostalgic. I do not know how much time passes, but it seems as if the moment is frozen; as if the world would sigh when we finish. At some point, we decide to go outside. It is late afternoon now. We head out, and I find myself walking near a cornfield, and it is night once more. The night-it is not bad, it is with the welcome of the lush wind and the sweet air. I think I am looking for someone. A promise? I start running. There is a flash[back?], and I think a bicycle, or perhaps a car, has driven past me, and somehow I know I must go after this person. I remember now, with sudden understanding-Krazy Kat was supposed to join us. The fourth Musketeer. How could we have forgotten? **I wander, and I approach the memory of what I once chased.** After that, it is blurry. Did I find her? Did I return? What happened? It is all a blur now.

I killed someone. I killed the guy in my dream with WD 40. I was fighting with him and then I pulled the WD40, stuck it in his mouth and sprayed, for a good long while too it was weird.-[MAGE OF TIME] []

One time in my dreams my brother and I became demon hunters. Instead of fighting them with tools or anything I would hold it down and my brother would beat the living hell out of it. ehehe - [] [MAGE OF TIME]

There was one dream I had when i was about 7 or younger where my dream drifted into me lying in bed but the lights in my room were on. Back then, i shared a bed with my siblings but they weren't in the bed and the entire room was covered in snakes. They were on the bed and on the walls as if everything was made of them, and I could feel them writhing around me. Across the room from the bed there was a stool with a single snake on it, and I think it was talking to me. All I can remember is that that specific snake is what scared me. [SUBLIMUS] - []

Other Dream. (sometime in elementary school, during a really bad storm and power outage) i think i was on a trip with my dad, brother and sister. We were in some kind of futuristic city, where highways could move up and down. We were in the city for a while and one thing led to another and I ended up facing two of my little brother in darkness. (don't know if the darkness was natural or if it was a storm or what) My brother had captured people and was attempting to rule the world with clones or something. I ran from an army of clones led by my real brother (I could tell even though there was no distinction) and when I was backed into a corner, I woke up. At first, I couldn't go back to sleep, but the power was still out, and it was too dark for me to tell time so i didn't have a choice. When I fell back asleep, the dream continued but I was aware it was a dream. I goaded my brother to the top of the building and pushed him off it. Everything went back to normal afterward. (not quite sure how)-[SUBLIMUS] []

I was with Family. We were near the Sea, and there was this theme park. I separated from them, and went exploring. Concrete. Grey, and the sky as a blue with cold, and the clouds faint but always there. The sun seemed weak. I remember going underground, and there was some sort of ride, and I went on it. They joined, and I remember arguing, or battling them. I didn't really know what was happening, and nothing went really bad, and nothing was good, either. **But something had changed, something was amiss.**

I was going about and trying to play Frisbee. I was somewhere, once visited in a dream once upon a time, and in the same housing complex again. There was Them and I, and whilst they went about their business, I tried and keep to myself, playing my Game. There was a sense of isolation, away from the Playmates, and somewhere I knew I could not escape so easily. Oh, I went outside, but it was dark out, and chilly. I would periodically go in and out, frustrated, pacing like a wild animal in a cage. The sun rose and fell, and They came and went. When I went outside, I saw some strangers. They were not threatening, they were about my age, and they weredoing something strange, probably just trying to escape the sheer boredom that enveloped this atmosphere. I decided to go play with them, and the more I tried to get them to play my Game, the more I do not remember, save for the fact that we did not really do anything. There was apprehension, as well as the feeling of something missing. I did not really know what I was doing, but I went ahead and persisted. Then, the dream shifted. I was in an apartment complex, somewhere unfamiliar. Nevertheless, I was on a mission. I was searching Someone, and along the way, I could see traces of narcotics, and dirty money as red, glowing objects from my Vision. No one was home. I went from apartment to apartment, searching, finding ever more illicit stuff. It was strange, because colors were not what they should be, and although it looked cold, the world felt warm. There was a woman. She was using the drugs, and I could sense her presence. As I observed her, I think I saw the past, and I could see what she was experiencing. Time slowed down, and her perspective brightned, and all the colors and shapes she saw morphed, and became light-sculptures bit by bit, almost like a surrealist painting. She was not near me, but she was somewhere in the complex. Oh, there were Others milling about, but they were not there in my eyes. Either I ignored them due to my noninterest in them, or they were like Ghosts, faded memories. I felt that I had to seek out this woman and do something about the predicament. I sped up, bursting through doors and always seeing a path, a trace of her presence, lingering from where she had previously stepped. I felt that I was close, but that she was also escaping. I hurried, while she went away, descending in to the darkness. I followed her, and I would get vivid flashes of her perspective, which convinced me that time was running out. She walked out, into a snowy world. There were other women walking, and they were also under the influence of the narcotic. As she stepped out, the snow seemed to wind its way up her, as water turning into dazzling sparkles and hues, and she had an aura, everything looking ablaze with bright light. I tried to get to her, but my motions seemed to lose meaning, decelerate. **I could not get to her in time, but what was most strange was the fact that everything seemed mellow, ambigious, ; just...lost.**