This one was from about a year back.. I was walking in a mall and browsing magazines and energy drinks and when I turn around, I discover myself in a basement. There is also a closet in there. I open one of the drawers and see that there's a fountain in it and hear someone behind me saying "It's all John Deacon's fault!" Another one was that in this dream, I can remember seeing a live news report about some government-bred monsters and they showed some footage about a guy who was snatched by one of those things while he was in bed with his wife/gf. It somehow ended that we saved the world by dancing topless on a rooftop. Some time after that, I had a dream that I was at my relatives' place but as a penguin. There were other penguins with me and we glided on the roof. Then we blew up a van that was parked across the street. I had this one dream where the only fragment I can remember is running in a forest when suddenly the earth starts trembling under my feet and I grab a vine just before the ground underneath me opens and I can hear a chomping sound mixed with a low moaning emanating from the open earth.. One reacurring thing I've had from some of my dreams is that I keep seeing this one book. It's title in English is something like "Horror Stories to Chill the World" and it's cover features a derelict house on top of a small hill with dark purple lightning flashing behind it and I remember that I always freak up about it when I see it.. Another dream about a book is that I open a book and on the first page, there's a photograph of some jungle equipment and on the next page, it's written that those are the only belongings ever found of Stephen King after he went on an expedition to find some lost folklore... But a more recent dream I had was that I walked into a store and pretty much all of the items on the shelves were quite big. After that I remember walking into an old rundown appartment building. As I'm walking up the staircase, I have a vision of a man climbing on top of a disco ball. I reach the top floor and on the wall, there is a diploma saying that Jimi Hendrix used to live in that house. I look above and see a hatch to the roof and think about jumping from there but the hatch is locked, saying that only the house's caretaker has the key. I walk into the caretaker's appartment and the place looks very tidy and warm, unlike the rest of the building which seemed cold and somewhat dark. the caretaker is an old nice man who lives there with his grandchildren. I also meet a classmate of mine in there who says that he has to take off and meet another classmate about some literature assignment. Another person I meet there is Cliff Burton who gives me some tips on bass but then he leaves and as he walks into the other appartment across the starwell, he slowly starts fading out.... Hoping someone could find something to interpret in here. And I'm not making anything up on this.
maybe you read too many stephen king books. might try reading someone else for a change. yesterday i had two slices of pizza, and got indigestion from that. i was watching a david lynch movie (inland empire) too. before going to sleep i was reading a horror novel. i learn my lesson. if you put that type of mix together, it don't make for peacefull sleep and nice dreams! i'm changing things after that. maybe you should try changing some things to, and see what happens.
Nahh, the only Stephen King books I've read so far are 5 books from the Dark Tower series.. (damn, I gotta finish with that stuff). The problem is that I don't really remember my dreams all that a lot. Maybe like once a week or every 2 weeks. One more recent dream I also remembered was that I was walking through the city with this girl that I know and I had my arms around her in a romantic way and another where a girl who I know online said that me and her together would be pure gold..
