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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 8:55 pm
This was a very weird dream that I had years ago, and it has forever stayed engraved in my mind because it was so vivid. Furthermore, this is only part one of my dream, so if the critiques are good, I'll post the other two parts of my dream. Also, if any of you know anything about the meaning of dreams, plz let me know! sweatdrop
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As I stared into the mountain view, an old man appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing a hat; a hat that looked like the one Indiana Jones would wear. I didn’t get a good look at the stranger’s face for everything happened so fast.
“You must get away from the purple smoke,” the old man said.
“What purple smoke?” I asked, and the smoke appeared.
“The only way you can escape from the purple smoke is by jumping off this balcony,” he pointed out. I looked down in awe.
“Do you have a purple dragon?”
“What do you mean if I have ‘a purple dragon’?” I asked annoyingly for I had no idea what was going on. What was the purple smoke that this geezer wanted me to get away from so badly?
Suddenly, my body was moving against my will, and I jumped off the balcony. I looked up again just to find the old man smiling from above. At first I thought he did something funny to me since, after all, this was a dream, which at the same time was a weird one. Never have I been conscience or able to speak in them, and much less remembered one so vividly. The way I fell and out of nothing a purple dragon comes to my rescue made my heart accelerate its pumping.
As I looked back, the purple smoke was getting closer, but the dragon was faster. I arrived at a train station, where I ran like crazy since the smoke wasn’t far from reaching me. When I thought all hope was lost, a little child appeared. The macabre kid had white hair, no eyes, and a smile that resembled the Cheshire Cat’s. I was more afraid of him than of the purple fog behind me.
“If you want to get away from the purple smoke, follow me.”
He offered his hand as if to say that he won’t scare me to death, and kept smiling, just waiting for me to grasp that little ghastly hand of his. I didn’t have time to reason or hesitate, so I took his hand. I was very happy I did.
I ran with the boy, who was surprisingly dragging me to our next destination. He sighed happily with each step he took with me. I, on the other hand, had no idea what was going happen. All I could do was hope for the best, and leave my fate to the little boy in white rags. As I looked down on my feet, I heard the arrival of the train. With that sound alone, Tom changed direction. The doors were already closing, so I knew we were not going to make it. However, I was wrong. We ran faster than ever, yet I wanted to slow down. We were going to crash with the train, but I couldn’t close my eyes. When the purple smoke was just around the corner, Tom and I leaped and went through the train.
The train started to run, and the smoke couldn’t reach me. As I kept looking to what was now a purple dot, the boy put on his hood, and started cheering.
“Yay! We got away from the purple smoke!”
“What purple smoke?!” I shouted angrily. “Why do I have to get away from it?!”
Before I started to question the irrationality of the situation, the old man from the balcony appeared again and congratulated me for getting away from the violet mist. I demanded explanations, but the moment I looked outside, I found myself in a meadow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:06 pm
That must have been one heck of a dream for you to remember it in full detail. I take it that you were perhaps under a lot of stress? Anxiety?? I wouldn't consider this dream a nightmare since the way you recall it sounds more like an adventure. In any case, try to remember if you went to sleep right after a meal. I read once in an article that if a person sleep with a full belly, the dreams are more intense. rolleyes
As for grammatical errors, I really can't find any, but for the context, it can always improve. Don't misunderstand! If the story kept me at the edge of my seat (which it did), it's, without a doubt, well-written... well, in my opinion of course. Haha. I'm just saying there's always room for improvement, okay? 3nodding
Anyway, I wish to see how this dream of yours ends, so please update it soon! wink
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:09 pm
Wow, geeze. This was pretty intense. I almost never remember my dreams for a month, let alone a few years. Definitely hoping for an update in the near future!
I wish I could tell you about dreams, but I don't know the first thing about them, really razz Excellent writing style, though, it's very clear and easy to understand.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 11:02 pm
Hahaha, this really amuses me. Dreams are so strange sometimes and you really captured that in your writing. You know, I read the first part of your post one time before bed, the part where you say you got this all from a dream and that night, I dreamt I came up with a new book idea that I really liked that had come from a dream and was writing notes down about it. When I woke up, much to my dismay, I could not remember what the book idea was. Just thought I'd share that.
As for dream meanings, I've tried searching them before, not so much because of my own dreams but for a dream I wanted my character to have. I'm not really sure what to tell you other than it seems like you are running from something (which you've probably figured out yourself). I don't know. Dreams are really weird and hard to understand. I'm not sure if this will help you decipher your dream but when my friend's mom got a bad bite from a poisonous spider, I dreamt I touched a poisonous caterpillar, making my fingers and lips swell up. I told my dad about it and he said that the dream was my mind's way of processing what had happened to my friend's mom. Perhaps this dream is your mind's way of processing something going on with you. Like I said, I don't know. Those are my suggestions and I hope to see those updates!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:20 pm
ShugarSkull That must have been one heck of a dream for you to remember it in full detail. I take it that you were perhaps under a lot of stress? Anxiety?? I wouldn't consider this dream a nightmare since the way you recall it sounds more like an adventure. In any case, try to remember if you went to sleep right after a meal. I read once in an article that if a person sleep with a full belly, the dreams are more intense. rolleyes As for grammatical errors, I really can't find any, but for the context, it can always improve. Don't misunderstand! If the story kept me at the edge of my seat (which it did), it's, without a doubt, well-written... well, in my opinion of course. Haha. I'm just saying there's always room for improvement, okay? 3nodding Anyway, I wish to see how this dream of yours ends, so please update it soon! wink Well I guess homework could be a potential cause, but I'm still trying to remember if I ate something before sleeping. In any case, it's all in the past now. sweatdrop Lolz. I also know I can always improve. In fact, I've rewritten this a few times but have refrained myself from doing any drastic changes. I'm afraid that my story may lose its essence if I do. sad
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:28 pm
AJKline Wow, geeze. This was pretty intense. I almost never remember my dreams for a month, let alone a few years. Definitely hoping for an update in the near future! I wish I could tell you about dreams, but I don't know the first thing about them, really razz Excellent writing style, though, it's very clear and easy to understand. I've had practice recalling my dreams and nightmares. If you are interested in recalling them from beginning to end, I suggest you write them down immediately after you wake up. Forget grammar as you write. The main focus is to put the essence down on paper or in your computer. Then, it's just a matter of practice. wink And don't worry if you don't know a thing about dreams! I'm always curious about them and wish to get some sense out of them. xd
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:40 pm
Girl on Fire 12 Hahaha, this really amuses me. Dreams are so strange sometimes and you really captured that in your writing. You know, I read the first part of your post one time before bed, the part where you say you got this all from a dream and that night, I dreamt I came up with a new book idea that I really liked that had come from a dream and was writing notes down about it. When I woke up, much to my dismay, I could not remember what the book idea was. Just thought I'd share that. As for dream meanings, I've tried searching them before, not so much because of my own dreams but for a dream I wanted my character to have. I'm not really sure what to tell you other than it seems like you are running from something (which you've probably figured out yourself). I don't know. Dreams are really weird and hard to understand. I'm not sure if this will help you decipher your dream but when my friend's mom got a bad bite from a poisonous spider, I dreamt I touched a poisonous caterpillar, making my fingers and lips swell up. I told my dad about it and he said that the dream was my mind's way of processing what had happened to my friend's mom. Perhaps this dream is your mind's way of processing something going on with you. Like I said, I don't know. Those are my suggestions and I hope to see those updates! Haha. Thanks for the help! I feel rather sorry for what happened to you in your dreams. I feel rather guilty for the first one. You read the beginning of my post, had a nice idea in a dream, and can't recall it afterward once you wake up. sweatdrop I've pondered upon the possibility that my dream could have been a worry that I wasn't fully aware of. For instance, let's say I'm going on my first trip without my parents, and although I am excited, unconsciously I am scared. Nonetheless, I had this dream years ago, so the cause of it will forever remain a mystery. rolleyes
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:57 pm
Thank you all for your feedback! I never thought this would turn out to be fascinating for you guys, so I hope you enjoy the next part of my dream. There's barely no dialogue, but I do hope it turns out to be a nice treat for you all. heart
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The grassland looked familiar to me, and then, it hit me: I was in my late grandfather’s farm. I look around and stare at a bonfire from a very long distance. It was the same bonfire that my family did every year after the winter festivities. As heartwarming as it was to see then my relatives around the bonfire, the feeling didn’t linger as I saw the smoke rise, because when I looked at the sky, my body started to descend, and the purple smoke escapade began once again. The purple dragon saved me, my heart pumped my blood faster, and I would probably arrive at someplace where the purple smoke can’t reach me.
I was sadly mistaken.
The purple smoke managed to get close to the purple dragon’s tail, and the dragon died. Surprisingly, it managed to land smoothly on the ground, and I ran for my life. I dashed toward the bonfire, but no one was there now. I didn’t know what to do until I heard my father whistling and a carriage appeared. I couldn’t make out my father’s words, but I knew he wanted me to get in the carriage: it looked like the inside of my father’s car.
My uncles and aunts immediately appeared at the window with sad faces. I wanted them to come, but the carriage was already in motion. They were now at the mercy of the infamous purple smoke that sprouted from the bonfire. From the back window, all I saw was a little, squiggly, purple line in the meadow, but, for some reason, I didn’t want to turn around. I felt guilty for what happened at the bonfire and didn’t want to face my parents.
“You must get away from the purple smoke,” they said. “No matter what happens.”
“But why?!” I yelled. “Tell me why do I have to get away from it? I don’t understand why!!”
I turned around crying, furious as to why no one wants to explain to me the dangers of the purple smoke. Apparently, the emotional trauma was too much for my dream to bear and I found myself in my room. I forgot everything that happened and thus, the reason for my anger. I had no memory of the old man in the balcony, the child that helped me escape, the train, the purple dragon, the meadow, the bonfire, my relatives, and, worst of all, the purple smoke. However, I couldn’t help but think that something was awry. I touched my face and didn’t feel that my glasses were on my face. I could see my room too clearly, and that’s when I realized that I was still dreaming.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:12 pm
And the dream continues. Golly. You weren't kidding when you said that this dream of yours was intense! I hope that there is an epic conclusion to all this, because that's really all that is missing. smile
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