DemitriAlexander
January 28th, 2003, 02:59 AM
Hello, I would like (if you might be so kind as to read on) interpretations of this dream I have almost nightly. I have been experiencing this dream for roughly three years now. Any insight you may be able to offer would be wonderful, thanks for your time.
I am walking down a long hallway. I have somewhat long, red hair, deep blue eyes, and stand just over 6 feet (2 meters) tall. I am myself, and yet I am not. I am a character I made up, a figment of my imagination, a warrior of medival times, adorned in black shining armor, draped in a blood red cloak, and wearing a sword of massive proportion.
The hallway is modern, the walls an off-white, the flourescent lights overhead look like something standard issue for a government building. The hall is devoid of people, or any sign of life. Doors with access keypads line the hall, but I walk forward, knowing there is nothing of interest behind the other doors.
I reach the end of the hall, and open the door. The keypad on its side requires a code I somehow know, although I cannot see myself enter the passcode. I walk in, to see a huge room, with computers set along the far wall, as well as a large screen, displaying the world. There are weapons of distruction in the room. Weapons of mass destruction.
I approach the computers, and the people standing in my way. One of them spins around, and draws a gun at me, he is a soldier of some sort, my assumption is American. I disarm him, and kill him, snapping his neck.
The next part of the dream is hazy, it all happens in a blur, but very quickly, shots are fired, my sword is drawn, and everyone in the room but myself is dead.
I begin entering numbers and codes into the computers. I access things I know I was not meant to access, and enter in terrible commands, those that will end the world as is known, pathing courses for nuclear devices.
With a strange, twisted smile, and an intent look in my eye, I press the final keystrokes, inputing the final commands, and bringing a close to the dream, in a warm bath of fire.
I dream this often nightly, and if not, at least 2-3 times a week. I usually wake up slightly disoriented, at first I would do so covered in sweat and gasping for air, but I think the shock of it is something I have grown almost accustomed to.
Again, any insight into an interpretation for this would be helpful to me. I look forward to seeing what comes of this.
I am walking down a long hallway. I have somewhat long, red hair, deep blue eyes, and stand just over 6 feet (2 meters) tall. I am myself, and yet I am not. I am a character I made up, a figment of my imagination, a warrior of medival times, adorned in black shining armor, draped in a blood red cloak, and wearing a sword of massive proportion.
The hallway is modern, the walls an off-white, the flourescent lights overhead look like something standard issue for a government building. The hall is devoid of people, or any sign of life. Doors with access keypads line the hall, but I walk forward, knowing there is nothing of interest behind the other doors.
I reach the end of the hall, and open the door. The keypad on its side requires a code I somehow know, although I cannot see myself enter the passcode. I walk in, to see a huge room, with computers set along the far wall, as well as a large screen, displaying the world. There are weapons of distruction in the room. Weapons of mass destruction.
I approach the computers, and the people standing in my way. One of them spins around, and draws a gun at me, he is a soldier of some sort, my assumption is American. I disarm him, and kill him, snapping his neck.
The next part of the dream is hazy, it all happens in a blur, but very quickly, shots are fired, my sword is drawn, and everyone in the room but myself is dead.
I begin entering numbers and codes into the computers. I access things I know I was not meant to access, and enter in terrible commands, those that will end the world as is known, pathing courses for nuclear devices.
With a strange, twisted smile, and an intent look in my eye, I press the final keystrokes, inputing the final commands, and bringing a close to the dream, in a warm bath of fire.
I dream this often nightly, and if not, at least 2-3 times a week. I usually wake up slightly disoriented, at first I would do so covered in sweat and gasping for air, but I think the shock of it is something I have grown almost accustomed to.
Again, any insight into an interpretation for this would be helpful to me. I look forward to seeing what comes of this.