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title: screaming child...
The beginning of the dream started in a city crowded of mannequins. Only a handful of people were actual real humans, and they all gathered in front of a city mall. It turns out that the perception of reality was being greatly altered by a singular person, and we have to destroy everything in the mall that was connected to him. I went into an appliance store with a group of other people, and we destroyed whatever we could using incinerators. Suddenly, images of a screaming boy showed up on a wall of TV sets in the store. He was strapped down onto a metal chair, wearing a hot-iron crown. One of the boys that were in our group started echoing the same scream, suggesting that anyone who looks at the screen too long/often will be affected by the screaming boy. For some reason, the words Treblinka and Aushwitz were thrown around amongst the group of destroyers. The dream was inconclusive, I woke up soon afterwards.
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title: involves infant sex dolls...
This dream was rather distorted, but I somewhat had the feeling I've had a similar dream before.
I was in a very disciplinarian reform school for adolescents in the middle of nowhere, cracked dirt and minimal vegitation. The school was heavily guarded with armed guards, who'd shoot anyone who escapes. A unknown boy (can't remember his name, but I called it repeatedly during the dream) asked me to escape with him, after he found out the students were dissappearing. He knows he couldn't be in direct contact with him, so he left people instructions to say a certain key word in conversations whenever they saw me, and they were left for the next directions to find him. For some reason, I could only talk in raspy whispers when I repeatedly asked, "Where is he? Where is he?". Finally, I was led into an English class full of students+ the teacher with the boy standing in the back. He slid open the window, and frantically told me to cut open the screen with a knife while he distract the teacher. We jump out the window and land in the back of a truck, which was filled with straitjackets.
The most prominent scene in the dream was when the boy and I entered a run-down redlight district. A troupe of senior prostitutes, who walked side by side each other, passed us down the street. Their sagged breasts were held with the best effort with corsets and crop tops, and their darkly veined legs adorning ripped fishnets. I hear them laughing with each other, as they go to their duties. The boy and I get lost and circle through the same street again, and we hear the sexual grunts of these women behind the rickety closed doors. Then I hear one of the old prostitutes screaming, begging to make 'it' stop, to stop the machine. I soon find out that one of her clients asked her to used some sort of infant sex doll that had a mechanized mouth trained to suck. The infant doll was in poor quality, and it had a defective mouth. I assumed what happened afterwards was that the prostitute's nipple was bitten off by the infant sex doll.
Fetish fuel, hm? Even if I'm not exactly into those types of fetishes. Freud would've had a field day with me. 16/f
title: the noble's report
I was sitting in the driver's seat of a 1980's chevy pick-up. I'm not entierly certain of the year, but it was one of those bigger older ones with the big bench seat and loose old fashioned seat belts that you had to tighten manually. It was red and the bench seat had a thin but rough fabric draped over it. The fabric had an intricate striped pattern running down the seat from front to back. The truck was parked and I sat with my hands atop the wheel staring out over a lake. The sky was dark; it was just past twighlight. There were many other people at the shore of the lake standing and peering over the water at the same sky.
Soon it became apparent what we were all looking at. There were flying saucers zooming in from space and approaching the lake surface. They stopped a few hundred feet above the lake, having covered the distance from first visibility to their stopping height in about ten to fifteen seconds. After stopping they began to fire pulses of energy, big glowing green balls. They fired them at the people on the shore and soon dozens upon dozens of football field sized silver flying saucers filled the sky. Their glow made it seem as day time. An artificial dawn of terror. The saucers fired at unknown targets in the distances beyond the lake.
Terrified, I tried to start the truck's engine. I turned the key and pumped the gas, but the engine wouldn't turn over. Then I noticed little grey aliens like the kind from science fiction were swarming the ground. They were grabbing onto the people and when they did so the people disappeared into thin air. My windows were rolled up, I locked to doors quickly. There were little prying aliens all over my truck. They were trying to open the doors. One of them some how defeated the lock and opened the driver's door, my door, the one I was seated next to. I quickly scrambled to the other side of the bench seat. I kicked at the alien that was crawling in. He was too fast and quickly had his arms around me. Then I lost consciousness.
I came to lying on a wood floor. There were heavily varnished wooden tables in this large room with tall shelves all around me. As my vision focused I could see that there were hundreds of leather bound books lining the shelves which ran into dark distances. I was in a library stacks. I rose to my feet and soon realized that my heel was weakened by a wound in it into which a clear plastic tube ran. The tube appeared to be connected to some sort of device which was attatched to my ankle. My blood was running out of heel through the plastic tube and into the device.
A tall caucasian man with long gnarly brown hair approached me. He had an air of regality. He professed to be a noble placed in charge of our world which was a new aquisition of his empire. He informed me that humans had become their slaves and that I was chosen to be his book keeper and to help him research our records to asses our wealth and productivity. Basically, I was to be his librarian as he compiled a detailed report to convey to his superiors on the value of their new world. He explained that all of us slaves had such a device as the one which drained my blood as a means of keeping us from being able to run away from them. Mainly it made a person unable to run because doing so would exercebate the wound caused by the device.
I was forced to comply with his wishes. I knew that I had been fortunate to recieve such a non-laborious task. However, my feeling that what he was doing was not right persisted and grew with time. I engaged him in philisophical dialog which he welcomed. I tried to convince him that our morality abhored such an act as he was doing to us. He told me that our morality was crafted by God, his sworn enemy. I found a bible in the stacks and opened it hoping to find some passages which would intimidate him. Rather I found that the contents of our bible was his report to his leader. There was nothing but facts and data concerning our planets wealth and productivity. Its books and chapters were nothing more than inventories.
I told him that this bible was not correct and that he altered it. He responded telling me that inventory and wealth was our bible and our god. I was furious and tried to strike him. He laughed off my pitiful slap and invited me to a duel with him. He armed himself with a scimitar and handed one to me. We sparred for a while. Finally after some time I managed to mortally wound him and he fell to his knees. As he kneeled before me dying he begged for me to end him quickly. I did not want to comply, but for some reason without conscious effort I swung the scimitar at his neck and sliced his head off. He fell to the ground dead.
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