Analyze this
It's time for another thrilling episode of: "Analyze that dream"!
Somewhere in the near future, mankind has taken refuge upon a floating concrete platform, as the planet surface itself has become uninhabitable and hostile. Upon the platform life continues as normal, until the day that too many people stand on one side and the floating island begins to tumble over. As it crashes towards the surface, many people slip over the edge, falling towards their doom. Others scream and try to hold on onto anything that's bolted down.
I am there, amidst the people. Looking for my family and friends, but to no avail. In an attempt to save my own life I flee into a nearby electricity shed. This proves to be my rescue, as all other individuals die within the crash, either by being crushed by the platform itself or the force of the impact.
The dream flashes on towards the aftermath. Having buried my friends within the woodlands, I weep. I cry desperately, why them and not I? I curse, a curse upon the soil they're buried in, the soil that caused their demise. I take but a small portion in my hands and cry upon it. As if by magic my tears cause a flower to spring up from the black dirt, it's tiny but oh so brightly coloured and full of life. Suddenly a light appears above one of the graves. It gets brighter and I feel a presence, something divine. An angel approaches, though I do not know for what purposes. And as the light softens, it seems to be a familiar face. I recognize the angel to be none other than...
nefariouscory, dressed in an overly large purple robe. *blink* o_o'
I awaken with a shock, these dreams are getting weirder and weirder all the time...
So, what do you think? Repressed childhood memories? Primal fears? Unresolved issues? Or should I just stop drinking soda's at night? XP
Somewhere in the near future, mankind has taken refuge upon a floating concrete platform, as the planet surface itself has become uninhabitable and hostile. Upon the platform life continues as normal, until the day that too many people stand on one side and the floating island begins to tumble over. As it crashes towards the surface, many people slip over the edge, falling towards their doom. Others scream and try to hold on onto anything that's bolted down.
I am there, amidst the people. Looking for my family and friends, but to no avail. In an attempt to save my own life I flee into a nearby electricity shed. This proves to be my rescue, as all other individuals die within the crash, either by being crushed by the platform itself or the force of the impact.
The dream flashes on towards the aftermath. Having buried my friends within the woodlands, I weep. I cry desperately, why them and not I? I curse, a curse upon the soil they're buried in, the soil that caused their demise. I take but a small portion in my hands and cry upon it. As if by magic my tears cause a flower to spring up from the black dirt, it's tiny but oh so brightly coloured and full of life. Suddenly a light appears above one of the graves. It gets brighter and I feel a presence, something divine. An angel approaches, though I do not know for what purposes. And as the light softens, it seems to be a familiar face. I recognize the angel to be none other than...
nefariouscory, dressed in an overly large purple robe. *blink* o_o'I awaken with a shock, these dreams are getting weirder and weirder all the time...
So, what do you think? Repressed childhood memories? Primal fears? Unresolved issues? Or should I just stop drinking soda's at night? XP