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This dream left me mystified- fix that
If you need more context lmk
This dream reflected deep parts of my subconscious
21/3/25
Note- dream persisted before descriptions
(Almost) No sensations were experienced
Emotions felt distant- words underwater
Inside dungeon
Every face of the building was smeared with blood guts rot and ****
There were many cells- some inhabited
One inhabitant was near my cell (or with me?)
He seemed calm but mildly depressed he reminded me of Stuart (of whom I have spared no width of my mind for years)
They (warden?) released me shortly
I then witnessed myself in third person- there was no distinction between myself and the filth that decorated the dungeon
I continued down the hallway (maybe other inhabitants to my flanking cells?)
Walked past an arched staircase situated in the centre of the dungeon (icy blue light spilling from higher up the staircase filled the arch) (Roman style) towards an illuminated cell
The door invited me inside- there was a doctor (forensic scientist?)
(Something) occupied him on the operating table
I left (after exchange?) and continued downward the dungeon
The mist was black- it concealed every extremity
Two captives spoke to me with no absence of humour
I was doubtless they understood their destitution
The dungeon had not polluted their demeanour (they did not act like captives)- they upheld it spitefully.
I walked away- giggling halted me, (the louder, happier and grittier man) splattering in my peripheries. The sound was in harmony with the cries and moans of the other man (timid He had the eyes of a child hurt to obedience- a trait contrary to his maturity. This was a man and not a boy)
Blackness spared me from the sight
I went to the end of the dungeon (note this was on the left side I was stored on the right)
Inhabited cell to my left?
All captives interacted with me (except the elephant man*)- but what mystified me was their aura. Every word they said was a gift of support and understanding- whether explicit or not. I sensed this even in our most meaningless exchanges.
I reached the end (elden ring elevator)
Upon this sight I went to the doctor
The double captives notified me of the elephant man to my left (... Except the elephant man. That is what they said)
It lay on the floor, its face parallel to the bars
The dying creature was nothing but rot connected by the vestiges of tissues and tendons. His torso was enormous- it looked like a liver (or an elephant placenta) that covered everything from his legs (in the darkness) to his neck. His face was immobile and my shadow was all that could alert him of my presence. But as with the other captives, I felt like we were looking at each other in the eyes. He radiated just as they did.
Neither of us clung to hope for him
Wether it was for me or not, I cannot determine, but his sanguine eased me.
He possed no fraction of my priorities, but I knew he was important.
(Was this bapa?)
The doctor and I exchanged (I intimidated/threatened him?) and he left on a skeletal horse
(Transitional phase?)
On the field
Sky was purple
Group of (friends?)
We exchanged with a one sided tension- I was afraid, they were oblivious
I walked with D(U)
We stood some distance from the others
I angled myself
(I slashed his neck, his spine was now two)
His head fell forward, unsupported by his back muscles
His throat was his saviour- it denied his decapitatation
He still stood
I realized that he was yet to realize his condition. I slashed again and then again.
His presence vanished (he disappeared, but I was not looking at him so I don't know)
I turned to the others and approached. I felt their distrust but they exhumed no panic.
I repeated my actions
I slashed one, revealing only golden fat and under that I slashed their flesh and then I slashed until his (her?) spine broke.
I felt their pain and it hurt to continue
I didn't stop until all of them were as D(U)
They hardly noticed
I was sucked the other end of the field- this had not diluted their presence.
The remorse drained everything from me except my whimpering.
I crawled to the reception
My mother was there
No one knew of what I did
I asked her if I could leave
To my shock, she was calm and knew what to do.
She was not an obstacle
I doubt this was my real mother
(She) Told me I could leave, I don't have to say goodbye (to those she knew not I had butchered) (their presence was as opaque as it was in their life)
(Approximately) She said (... Just say the words and we can leave)
She had a tranquil and sanguine smile that I admired
(In car I was slouched and maybe crying)
I did so, but this was not a resolution
Hopelessness and guilt saturated my organs
Went to some (cooly coloured) building
(Unknown events)
Woke up in dorms
It was the evening
Went to other room (first floor)
Opening drawer and stole gum (was grey-brown and unappetising)
Left until I was halted by ?
He at first asked me jokingly what I was doing here
Spontaneously, he searched me
(I had hid my hands behind my back and had visions of how to hide the gum in my back pocket without him noticing. He must have heard my thoughts)
He took the gum and chuckled
Woke up thinking it was Sunday (in real life).
Thought I missed the play (watching)
Went outside to the road and saw E(W)
We exchanged and he went to dorms
Medals began to appear behind him
I debated whether to collect them, but then did so.
They were his, but I stole them
For this, my remorse was vestigial
Went for breakfast (we ate lunch instead)
(Unknown events in the commons, felt important)
This dream left me mystified- fix that
If you need more context lmk
This dream reflected deep parts of my subconscious
21/3/25
Note- dream persisted before descriptions
(Almost) No sensations were experienced
Emotions felt distant- words underwater
Inside dungeon
Every face of the building was smeared with blood guts rot and ****
There were many cells- some inhabited
One inhabitant was near my cell (or with me?)
He seemed calm but mildly depressed he reminded me of Stuart (of whom I have spared no width of my mind for years)
They (warden?) released me shortly
I then witnessed myself in third person- there was no distinction between myself and the filth that decorated the dungeon
I continued down the hallway (maybe other inhabitants to my flanking cells?)
Walked past an arched staircase situated in the centre of the dungeon (icy blue light spilling from higher up the staircase filled the arch) (Roman style) towards an illuminated cell
The door invited me inside- there was a doctor (forensic scientist?)
(Something) occupied him on the operating table
I left (after exchange?) and continued downward the dungeon
The mist was black- it concealed every extremity
Two captives spoke to me with no absence of humour
I was doubtless they understood their destitution
The dungeon had not polluted their demeanour (they did not act like captives)- they upheld it spitefully.
I walked away- giggling halted me, (the louder, happier and grittier man) splattering in my peripheries. The sound was in harmony with the cries and moans of the other man (timid He had the eyes of a child hurt to obedience- a trait contrary to his maturity. This was a man and not a boy)
Blackness spared me from the sight
I went to the end of the dungeon (note this was on the left side I was stored on the right)
Inhabited cell to my left?
All captives interacted with me (except the elephant man*)- but what mystified me was their aura. Every word they said was a gift of support and understanding- whether explicit or not. I sensed this even in our most meaningless exchanges.
I reached the end (elden ring elevator)
Upon this sight I went to the doctor
The double captives notified me of the elephant man to my left (... Except the elephant man. That is what they said)
It lay on the floor, its face parallel to the bars
The dying creature was nothing but rot connected by the vestiges of tissues and tendons. His torso was enormous- it looked like a liver (or an elephant placenta) that covered everything from his legs (in the darkness) to his neck. His face was immobile and my shadow was all that could alert him of my presence. But as with the other captives, I felt like we were looking at each other in the eyes. He radiated just as they did.
Neither of us clung to hope for him
Wether it was for me or not, I cannot determine, but his sanguine eased me.
He possed no fraction of my priorities, but I knew he was important.
(Was this bapa?)
The doctor and I exchanged (I intimidated/threatened him?) and he left on a skeletal horse
(Transitional phase?)
On the field
Sky was purple
Group of (friends?)
We exchanged with a one sided tension- I was afraid, they were oblivious
I walked with D(U)
We stood some distance from the others
I angled myself
(I slashed his neck, his spine was now two)
His head fell forward, unsupported by his back muscles
His throat was his saviour- it denied his decapitatation
He still stood
I realized that he was yet to realize his condition. I slashed again and then again.
His presence vanished (he disappeared, but I was not looking at him so I don't know)
I turned to the others and approached. I felt their distrust but they exhumed no panic.
I repeated my actions
I slashed one, revealing only golden fat and under that I slashed their flesh and then I slashed until his (her?) spine broke.
I felt their pain and it hurt to continue
I didn't stop until all of them were as D(U)
They hardly noticed
I was sucked the other end of the field- this had not diluted their presence.
The remorse drained everything from me except my whimpering.
I crawled to the reception
My mother was there
No one knew of what I did
I asked her if I could leave
To my shock, she was calm and knew what to do.
She was not an obstacle
I doubt this was my real mother
(She) Told me I could leave, I don't have to say goodbye (to those she knew not I had butchered) (their presence was as opaque as it was in their life)
(Approximately) She said (... Just say the words and we can leave)
She had a tranquil and sanguine smile that I admired
(In car I was slouched and maybe crying)
I did so, but this was not a resolution
Hopelessness and guilt saturated my organs
Went to some (cooly coloured) building
(Unknown events)
Woke up in dorms
It was the evening
Went to other room (first floor)
Opening drawer and stole gum (was grey-brown and unappetising)
Left until I was halted by ?
He at first asked me jokingly what I was doing here
Spontaneously, he searched me
(I had hid my hands behind my back and had visions of how to hide the gum in my back pocket without him noticing. He must have heard my thoughts)
He took the gum and chuckled
Woke up thinking it was Sunday (in real life).
Thought I missed the play (watching)
Went outside to the road and saw E(W)
We exchanged and he went to dorms
Medals began to appear behind him
I debated whether to collect them, but then did so.
They were his, but I stole them
For this, my remorse was vestigial
Went for breakfast (we ate lunch instead)
(Unknown events in the commons, felt important)