| Author | Weirded out by a dream I had. |
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Its the middle of the day and I'm inside a well lit room with gray walls a white bed with no sheets and a dresser with a mirror on top. In this room I find my dead body from when I was a teenager. Not even shocked I pick it up and put it on like a literal body suit.
So after I put it on I get a rush of feeling like a kid again with so much energy and charisma. I look in the mirror and I admire how tone I was back then. My current body didn't even seem to exist. I was young again!
Then my enthusiasim fades and I start to feel weirded out by wearing my dead skin. I look away and begin to contemplate on the fact that I was wearing flesh. Not only was it flesh it was me! I look back to the mirror and notice I have two heads. The younger head was now heavily decomposed and grotesque. I reach with my right hand to it and suddenly the head explodes with just the slightest touch.
At first I think I'm dead. So I look around and since I can see I've come to the conclusion that I have my real head and am alive.
Soon afterwards I look at the rest of my dead carcass's remains on me and miss how I was. I wanted to keep admiring my body despite the vile nature of what I was doing.
I look in the mirror again and notice that my left muscle that connects from my neck to shoulder is grotesquely swollen and puple. I decide that this is putrid and want to take off the rest of my skin. I'm already grossed out by the exploding head and try to ever so gently take off my former skin.
I reach to pull my dead skin's left leg off when it too explodes. Next is my upper torso. I really didn't want it to blow up all over my hair and face so I went as slow and gentle as possible. I felt the insides of my dead skin. It was slimely on the inside but leathery on the outside. So gross. I succeeded in taking it off but at a very grossed out cost.
I look around drenched in blood and surrounded by body parts and bits. I start to wonder what should I do. I need to get rid of this but how? Garbage disposal? dumpster? no to messy. I gotta bury it. I panic how can I bury myself without getting caught. After all it was a dead body. And could I get in trouble for burying myself. It is me, but then again, how can it be me if I am me? And what am I gonna tell a cop, "Its ok Mr. Officer I'm burying my own dead body".
Somehow a random body bag just happens to be by the bed so I begin to stuff all that I could into it. What the heck am I gonna do?! How can I get this out without getting caught. I start to panic again and then the dream ends. I don't wake up in real life, I didn't flow into another dream it just stops as if in some weird kind of twisted irony the dream...died. |
| ok |
| dude we're wierded out |
| btw the carcass of a human being is a corpse, and wierded is not english (yet) ;) |
well, it was only my skin. No guts or bones, just skin some of the muscles. Thus why I kept refering to it as my skin.
And as far as the weirded word. It is indeed in the english dictionary, dictionary.com, but it isn't a "proper" english word as it is categorized under slang. |
| Also I was wondering if there were any dream interpreters or psychological smartypants pepz in here that could try and deciepher what all that wuz. I have my ideas but interested to read others thoughts if any on this. |
i have that dream all the time..
Dont worry its normal..;) |
| Don't forget the part that Destiny plays... |
