murdered in my dream

[juldea]

My stupid dream ambushed me!! :(

I was walking up to a video rental store, drying off my hair with a towel because it had been raining (it made sense). There was a scruffy guy in mismatched clothes who tried to get my attention and say we were friends and follow me and pick me up, but I ignored him and entered the store, jostling some other tall guy on the way. I started browsing movies and noticed commotion at the front of the store... turns out there was blood all over the floor that someone was mopping up. I looked and saw that the scruffy guy had come inside and his pants legs were COVERED in blood... but my feet were also tracking blood! A cop happens to be there and converges on scruffy guy. Just then the tall guy grabs me from behind and puts a knife to my neck - he's the murderer! The other guy is some looney who's a decoy for the cops. The tall guy whispers, "I'm sorry," and pushes his knife into my neck and I wake up.

*whimper*

Comments

[zonereyrie.livejournal.com]

Eep, that's disturbing...

[caltren.livejournal.com]

Er. Uh. Okay. Well, not that I'm an expert, but dreams of you gettingn murdered either refer to some relationship or that's been severed that you're trying to disconnect yourself from, or some actions are disconnected from your feelings/losing identity or individuality or what have you. Seeing the guy who killed you in your dream usually is supportive of that. Either that or like the death card in the Tarot deck, it refers to drastic changes.

Bah what do I know? My memory sucks for those things. Laf.

Anyway, *huge hug* I hate disturbing dreams. Reading those, I'm glad I almost don't ever remember mine.

[juldea.livejournal.com]

Great. That's a real good psychological response to taking this job. :P

dreams...

[readcloud222.livejournal.com]

did you watch too much HITCHCOCK!!! as a kid?
[his name shouted so as to startle you---which is what passes for terror in most 'scary movies' today] that whole murderer switch thing in your dream was interesting.
i once dreamed i was living in an old house we lived in but it had a way different back yard. looking out the back window there was a high ridge along which was walking an old 'prospector' guy and his mule. for some reason i did not find this strange and turned my head to the right towards the back door. a grizzled cowboy in a black hat stood right outside pointing a gun at me through the window in the door. just as i see him he fires the gun and i watch the bullet as it slowly tracks through the air right at my throat. at about the time it would hit me---i wake up.
with a sore throat (the onset of a summer cold}

[sammid.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
I so hate bad dreams...they screw with my emotions very badly :(

[caltren.livejournal.com]

:-P I think next time I'll keep my mouth shut. *giggle* Or er, fingers.

Re: dreams...

[juldea.livejournal.com]

No... I barely saw any Hitchcock or other horror things as a child. I either wasn't allowed, or they didn't interest me.