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Most dreams boil down to 'I'm puzzling over something that happened today'
They are not deep.
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This applies to most of my dreams. There's also the possibility that dreams may just be a result of ones imagination and sub-conciousness fabricating lots of crap without any waking inhibitors to stop them from doing so. Dreams don't really mean much to me, and only rarely have they made me come up with a good idea or reminded me about stuff I've needed to do.
However, there have been 2 or 3 dreams I've had which have apparently predicted events that happened in the immediate future after dreaming about them, despite me not having any prior knowledge of these events - Even though they weren't actually that significant (apart from a pet dying suddenly without warning). My rationality writes them off as purely co-incidental based on stuff I may have been worried about - As BM said, we're pattern-seekers. Maybe that's the only reason I remember them. But I still find them odd or else I wouldn't be writing about them here.
Anyway.
Last night I had a weird one which was sort of horror-esque
(and a little disgusting so don't say I didn't warn you before continuing to read). This is the weird shit I sometimes come up with.
It was sort of based on me being in a first-person game running around an abandoned castle (a little like Amnesia but it felt more like Skyrim) - 'cept it felt I was directly controlling the character using my own muscle movements rather than via a mouse and keyboard - Which gave me an illusion of "being" the character, but since I couldn't feel pain or smell my surroundings, it didn't really give me the feeling of any of it being real even if it was immersive.
I was moving slowly down a dark, abandoned and crumbling stone corridor, eventually approaching a doorway that lead down some stairs. As I entered and began walking down them, one of the steps was missing, causing me to trip - I rolled, and at the bottom I landed on a decomposed corpse. In repulsion I tried to stand up but felt that I was snagged and prevented from moving.
With just enough light to see by from a tiny grate far, far above me in the ceiling, I looked down at myself, and with horror I discovered
the corpse was "alive", staring at me with wild, staring, un-decomposed eyes - And where my body had direct contact with the zombie, I was being "absorbed" into it, the decomposed skin melding somehow with my own through my clothes and consuming me.
Since this was a "game", I "died" four times, prompting a third-person Dead Space 2 style cut scene of me being
slowly absorbed by the zombie while screaming, eventually suffocating. I always "quickloaded" to the point where I had just tripped over and was stuck to the zombie.
The eventual solution was to take out my sword, proceeding to cut myself free by slicing off my own skin, exposing muscle tissue and bone. However, I still couldn't stand and I was crawling as fast as I could along the floor, watching my health drain away via a health bar, while the staring zombie was crawling behind me, mouth agape, "wearing" parts of my own skin.
The next part kind of ruined the horror aspect of the dream: I remember using a Skyrim-style healing spell to re-new and regenerate my skin, allowing me to stand and back away from the zombie. I ended its "life" by thrusting my sword down into the back of its neck. Leaning back against the wall, I took a moment to regain my composure, before continuing to explore the dungeon.
Then my cat woke me up.
