Post by bomb on Nov 29, 2009 21:52:34 GMT -5
Hi people this is Bomb messaging.
Last night i had another strange, murderous dream, i would like to share this before it escapes me.
I may have mentioned this before but i have realistic dreams every once in a while.
I believe these dreams may or may not have come from past lives, and my soul is re-collecting these events over again.
This could be quite lengthy as i am going to put in as much detail as possible.
It may also be graphic to some people.
This is my dream....
[glow=red,2,300]It starts like this...
I am sitting around a campfire with 3 other men, we are talking and laughing and having a good time. Later that night, I'm laying awake in my bed. this is in a cabin of some sort. I hear a noise outside, I grab my blade(sword, I keep one close to me as much as possible.) as I grab it i move slowly towards the door, and open it. as soon as i open the door i see one of the men look over, his hands are bloody, i shut the door, but it is too late he has seen me.
When the door is shut he comes over and smashes the door open. Instinct takes a hold of me and i swing the sword at him, level with his head, I see sparks fly as metal clangs together.
I feel the sharpness of a blade hit my arm, but there is no pain, just the feeling of cold steel against my skin.
I punch him in the head, and he grunts in pain. I look at my arm and it is bloody but, oddly there is no pain...
I plunge my sword into his chest and he screams in agony.
Our eyes meet, and his eyes are not normal, but they are blood red, and angry. I draw my sword from him and slash at his head, there is blood everywhere.
I walk outside to find one of the men, dead on the ground. All of the sudden, i feel a knife hit me in the back, I turn around and it is the last man standing there, except he does not look normal, there is something about his face that i cant get out of my head.
His eyes are a deep yellowand his face is all contorted and twisted, as if he is laughing , but there is no laughter.
He slashes at my face and i feel it cut across my head, but again there is no pain. i respond with a stroke of my blade across his chest, i feel his skin break away as my sword glints across his skin.
There is a giant cut where my sword jsut was, but there is no blood coming from the cut... strange as it already is, he starts laughing, and swinging his dagger across my flesh, he is cutting a circle around where my right bicep is, although there is no pain.
i take his dagger and thrust it into his eyes, he yelps in pain, but there is no blood.
He jumps back and puts his hand over his left eye.
he yells at me in an unrecognizable language, one that ive never heard before. [/glow]
This is what i heard, " ill shikfrig ull enti via getweay "hell" enitirnet yej ufrid swrid." That is the best translation i could make of what i remember.
[glow=red,2,300]AS he finished saying this, he comes at me with the dagger, raised and ready to stab me. I clench my sword with my left hand, and slice at his neck.
He halts in his tracks. He mutters a couple of incomprehensible words, and falls to the ground. All the wounds that i gave him start bleeding heavily, including the throat cut. he falls to the ground, dead. I look at my arm and oddly it is healed, though i remember him butting a hole near my shoulder.
I stumble away from the campsite feeling healthy, but my clothes are blood stained. I trip down a hill into someone elses campsite and they come outside , wondering what happened, There is a couple, the girl grabs a phone and calls the police.
I say to the man "Help me, Someone tried to kill me" All this time i have my sword, stained with blood clenched in my hand.
He looks scared, and asks me what happened. I tell him the story and he asks me if i would like to wash the blood off my face.
I asked him where the bathroom was and I stumble in the doorway, I look in the mirror, but there is no blood on my face.
What i see is the face of a man in his 30's looking at himself, with bright red eyes, I scream in terror as the man in the mirror reaches a bloody hand out and grabs my face, i panic and swing my fist only to hit air.
I look back in the mirror to see my 16 year old face looking at me, blood covering my mouth. [/glow]
He raises a bloody finger in a "shh" motion, as I open my mouth to ask a question, I wake up sweating, realizing that i have just has a dream from one of my past lives.
I hope that wasnt too graphic for some people, I have used nearly 5000 characters, to type this message, making it my longest one yet.
Thank you people for reading this, i am glad to get this off my mind.
Last night i had another strange, murderous dream, i would like to share this before it escapes me.
I may have mentioned this before but i have realistic dreams every once in a while.
I believe these dreams may or may not have come from past lives, and my soul is re-collecting these events over again.
This could be quite lengthy as i am going to put in as much detail as possible.
It may also be graphic to some people.
This is my dream....
[glow=red,2,300]It starts like this...
I am sitting around a campfire with 3 other men, we are talking and laughing and having a good time. Later that night, I'm laying awake in my bed. this is in a cabin of some sort. I hear a noise outside, I grab my blade(sword, I keep one close to me as much as possible.) as I grab it i move slowly towards the door, and open it. as soon as i open the door i see one of the men look over, his hands are bloody, i shut the door, but it is too late he has seen me.
When the door is shut he comes over and smashes the door open. Instinct takes a hold of me and i swing the sword at him, level with his head, I see sparks fly as metal clangs together.
I feel the sharpness of a blade hit my arm, but there is no pain, just the feeling of cold steel against my skin.
I punch him in the head, and he grunts in pain. I look at my arm and it is bloody but, oddly there is no pain...
I plunge my sword into his chest and he screams in agony.
Our eyes meet, and his eyes are not normal, but they are blood red, and angry. I draw my sword from him and slash at his head, there is blood everywhere.
I walk outside to find one of the men, dead on the ground. All of the sudden, i feel a knife hit me in the back, I turn around and it is the last man standing there, except he does not look normal, there is something about his face that i cant get out of my head.
His eyes are a deep yellowand his face is all contorted and twisted, as if he is laughing , but there is no laughter.
He slashes at my face and i feel it cut across my head, but again there is no pain. i respond with a stroke of my blade across his chest, i feel his skin break away as my sword glints across his skin.
There is a giant cut where my sword jsut was, but there is no blood coming from the cut... strange as it already is, he starts laughing, and swinging his dagger across my flesh, he is cutting a circle around where my right bicep is, although there is no pain.
i take his dagger and thrust it into his eyes, he yelps in pain, but there is no blood.
He jumps back and puts his hand over his left eye.
he yells at me in an unrecognizable language, one that ive never heard before. [/glow]
This is what i heard, " ill shikfrig ull enti via getweay "hell" enitirnet yej ufrid swrid." That is the best translation i could make of what i remember.
[glow=red,2,300]AS he finished saying this, he comes at me with the dagger, raised and ready to stab me. I clench my sword with my left hand, and slice at his neck.
He halts in his tracks. He mutters a couple of incomprehensible words, and falls to the ground. All the wounds that i gave him start bleeding heavily, including the throat cut. he falls to the ground, dead. I look at my arm and oddly it is healed, though i remember him butting a hole near my shoulder.
I stumble away from the campsite feeling healthy, but my clothes are blood stained. I trip down a hill into someone elses campsite and they come outside , wondering what happened, There is a couple, the girl grabs a phone and calls the police.
I say to the man "Help me, Someone tried to kill me" All this time i have my sword, stained with blood clenched in my hand.
He looks scared, and asks me what happened. I tell him the story and he asks me if i would like to wash the blood off my face.
I asked him where the bathroom was and I stumble in the doorway, I look in the mirror, but there is no blood on my face.
What i see is the face of a man in his 30's looking at himself, with bright red eyes, I scream in terror as the man in the mirror reaches a bloody hand out and grabs my face, i panic and swing my fist only to hit air.
I look back in the mirror to see my 16 year old face looking at me, blood covering my mouth. [/glow]
He raises a bloody finger in a "shh" motion, as I open my mouth to ask a question, I wake up sweating, realizing that i have just has a dream from one of my past lives.
I hope that wasnt too graphic for some people, I have used nearly 5000 characters, to type this message, making it my longest one yet.
Thank you people for reading this, i am glad to get this off my mind.