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Was it a Prophecy? (/thread-3876.html)Was it a Prophecy? - Kain Nobel - 01-02-2012
Introduction
Last night was the introduction to a beautiful new year, one that hasn't even blossomed yet! We had celebrated, lit some fireworks, had some fun but there wasn't any drinking or anything. Regardless, when I went to sleep last night, I had a dream that made a point to go above and beyond just regular 'nightmare' status, it was pretty intense. Now don't look at me crazy because I'm not one of those "OMG 2012 end of days" conspiracy freaks or nothing, but what I went through while I was asleep was pretty intense...
Was it a Prophecy?
The sprite was almost finished, it was amazing, better than anything I've ever done previously. So there I am, doing some last minute detail work, pixel by pixel things are being adjusted to perfection when a previously unnoticed low rumbling tone rattling outside catches my attention.
"Shit," I exclaim, "the garbage man is outside to collect our trash!" Slipping on some shorts and yanking trash bags out of their receptacles, I make a mad dash out front before the truck comes. As I stand outside like a moron, I look left and right and scan the neighborhood sidewalks to notice nobody has put their cans out. "Oh, it must not be trash day," I mutter to myself as I put the trash into the overflowing container.
Back inside, I continue to work on my sprite, but the low rumbling tone becomes more burdensome. "DAMNIT, I can't even hold my mouse straight!" I go back outside to see if perhaps a big truck is idling by my bedroom window, but when I step outside, I notice flying stars shooting up from the horizon into the sky. "Huh? I didn't hear anything about a meteor shower..." I run inside to inform my kids to come out and check out the wonders of these so called shooting stars. Matter of fact, we popped the tailgate to my truck just to relax and watch.
A neighbor walks out from the house across the street to have a cigarette.
"Hey, check that out!" I yell to him. He turns around and drops his smoke on the ground.
"Well ain't that somethin'!" he states. He goes inside, comes back out and turns his vehicle on to listen to some Ozzy Osbourne. No other words are exchanged, we just all sit outside and enjoy the tunes while watching the stars.
For your listening pleasure...
I start examining the surrounding sky to notice something quite amiss with the moon, something that I just quite can't put my finger on, but something was definitely not right. I look over a bit and notice two helicopters in the sky, their blades weren't even gyrating. "Very strange," I think to myself. As I watch the helicopters, all I can do is sit and wonder how they're keeping afloat, and more so how they keep ascending higher into the sky when their propellers are clearly not moving whatsoever.
Regardless of my resolution to quit smoking, I briefly step inside to grab myself a cigarette, only to walk out and notice something giant in the sky. "Holy shit, is that... JUPITER?!" Standing in my drive way, staring up dumbfounded with my children in tow, our hair starts to stand on end. "This isn't good, lets go inside NOW NOW NOW!!" I scream at them, trying to drag them into the house. "C'mon, quit pulling my damn arms, GET INSIDE!" I turn around to notice my children are both hovering just mere inches from the ground and I am their anchor. My fingers slip, my son gets pulled across the horizon, I try to scream but no sound comes out. The cement below me starts to snap, crackle and pop like a cereal commercial, my daughter breaks out into tears as the floor splits into a giant canyon.
"Lets... get....," I try to mutter watching my trees rip from the ground, root and all. My daughter is torn from my finger tips, I watch her violently smash into the windshield of my now floating truck and begin crying. Nothing else I can do, my feet are pulled from the pavement, my front porch is now a blur amongst what used to be my neighborhood. As I get pulled closer and closer to the gassy balled giant, I catch up with my neighbor, Ozzy still blaring through his stereo system. I'm flying over the mountains, barely missing the still grounded radio transmitter.
Before I know it, I'm penetrating the top gaseous layer of Jupiter, all I can smell is sulfer, my very skin boils away from my flesh, my bones liquify into mere particles. We're spinning violently through a tornado of screaming souls, amongst them I can hear voices of many nationalities, screaming out what seems to be obscenities of pain and anguish. Before you know it, I have become the storm of Jupiter, and I blaze through consuming everything in my path and growing into a monstrosity of viscous gases and a hatred of humanity.
...All fades to black, the end.
Conclusion
Well... yes, it was a dream, I don't know what to make of it. I mean, I don't recall ever having a dream that intense, one that invoked all the senses. I could smell and feel the burning of sulfer, the rumble of the earth, everything. Whats strange though is when I awoke, my house wasn't ripped in two, no music was playing, nobody was even home, I was alone in a quiet empty house. Once everybody got home, I told them of my dream, my wife's response was to spin her finger around her head like "You're going locoooooo!" while rolling her eyes.
I'm still not thinking "OMG END OF DAYZ" but... definitely strange. I enjoyed everything about the dream to be honest, well... all except for watching my kids perish, that was a bit too much for me. Whats your thoughts on the whole ordeal, should I be paranoid now?
RE: Was it a Prophecy? - Kristovski - 01-02-2012
Well, going by what information I know about your personal life, I think this has to do with a lack of control in your life and wanting to start over. Since your wife is not mentioned in the dream, the importance's in your life are your kids, art, and your social connection. The weightless and your children floating away represent a want for them to be taken care of before yourself, in a selfless manner. You know that separation from your kids would be painful for both you and them, so you have portrayed this as a complete uprooting of your lives. You become the storm eventually because at this point, you are in control, even others are still being hurt by all of this. Long story short, you want to divorce your wife, have custody of your kids, and still maintain a good public image in the process, but you fear that you will be seen as a bad guy and you aren't sure how you could afford this emotionally and financially.