Catching Up - and Death

I imagine a good new year's resolution would be to remember to remember to write my dreams down here...


Here's a recent one:

I dreamed I was to be hung. I apparently had murdered someone. As the time for my execution drew closer, I kept wondering why no one was visiting me. I was innocent - where were my friends? I had two family members sort of hovering in my vicinity. The only people who came to console me were three teenage-ish boys, who knew my brother but were not particularly close to me. One hugged me and cried.

I had to walk a large spiral ramp that lay along the inside of a building, so that the scaffold was at the top of the large spiral incline. As I walked, I kept waiting to be pardoned. Surely, somehow they'd find out I was innocent, and let me go. There were crowds of people, sort of moving around me, and stores. It was like I was in a shopping center. There was also an auto-wrecking yard off in the distance, but I could see it close up in my mind's eye.

We got to the scaffold. The noose was waiting, but then everything started moving in slow motion. There was a sense of anticipation, which then melted away to a great lethargic lack of energy. I looked around, but the whole place was deserted, except for me, standing there waiting to be hung. Then the energy of the dream shifted, and I was not myself, but something moving through the piles of rusted cars and broken buildings.


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Here's another one:

I dreamed that the only way to get through a building was to appease a giant octopus. It sat, sort of, writhing and slapping things and being slimy and disgusting. So I started throwing shredded chicken to it, which it ate. In the dream, all I could see was an up-close shot of the beak and underside of the octopus. It was pretty disgusting - I remember wishing it didn't look so much like female anatomy.

On the other side, however, was a toy crane game and a sort of arcade, and fountains. This seemed to make me feel better.