not exactly a cool dream, but an interesting dream nonetheless.
when i was a child, i was deathly afraid of bloody mary. so much so, in fact, i would routinely avoid mirrors and never look into them. i was really retarded. i even believed some of that autistic guava juice ghost horror shit. however, i remember having a dream that changed everything.
when i went to bed, i remember waking to a ruined city, a battlefield. i was a commander of a legion, and we were fighting ghosts apparently. i looked over and saw their commander was bloody mary which made me shit myself. while the legion fought amongst themselves, me and bloody mary would do a bunch of crazy jumps and flips and shit fighting (because i was a kid and thought that's what fighting looked like). in the end i beat bloody mary's ass and when i woke up from the dream i started to not be as scared of mirrors anymore. my fear would wane pretty quickly actually. i still cant believe this was one of the contributors to me not fearing ghosts anymore. but it is a dream that has always followed me.
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there was another dream i had which i still can't explain. it was also prominent in my childhood, and it really fucked me up. at the start of the dream, i climbed into some treehouse-looking thing from the bottom. weirder too was i walked through a door, which still never made sense. when i walked in, the room architecture was off with an impossibly high ceiling in the middle with a sunroof pouring feint moonlight down, a king size bed perfectly nestled between the walls on the left, another sunken in space with a desk + notebook and pencil and an easel in the middle-right center of the room. the desk also had a small yellow-light lamp. the walls were damp, with yellow wallpaper and it looked slightly run-down. every time in this dream i would make my way over to the bed, but every time i would look back at the easel there seemed to be something coming from the canvas. eventually, when i would turn around again some kind of ink monster would reach his hand out and touch me as random memories, dreams and especially fears would flash before me. then it would cut back to that ink monster opening its jaws, trying to rip my head off. it was a terrible recurring nightmare.
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then there was the other stuff. i would frequently have nightmares about my mother dying, my other family dying, my stepfather dying, my pet getting ran over, the house burning down, all that shit. there was also this really freaky dream where i would commit suicide and it would cut to some kind of spectator view, with my family hearing about my death, crying violently and weeping in sorrow, and the local news station reading my obituary. it was wild. i am not actually suicidal by the way, if that matters.
these are just some of my dreams though.
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