Reality has finally caught up to me in my Dreams within a Dream.
Most parts are vivid. But that which I remember:
Some which reflect how I see my own home becoming.
Some I feel ashamed for even conceiving the thought.
To understand the first part, take a look of this Panorama of one of end Ash St.
Its big so I will leave it as a link if it stretches the page.
My Dad and I are in my Car. Were at the end of Ash St. trying to wait to turn onto the other street. Then, from the Lake comes an F-4 Tornado. Then from Town of Cassopolis a F-1 Tornado comes towards the F-4. My Dad and I don't want to leave my car, (Which is advise during such a situation since cars can be pick up)
But as both the F-4 and F-1 converge right in front of us and create an F-5. But for some reason my Car isn't touched. I After the F-5 spins there for a few moments, it dissipates. When the coast is clear I get out to inspect my Car. We all have experience our 'first car' at one point or another. Most of the time it gets batter up from all the accidents we first encounter in order to learn how to avoid them. Mine was unscratched.
But what I saw next horrified me.
As I am trying to get back to my home to check the damage, I see other people still driving their cars. Some are missing the entire trunk that got ripe out and is a huge safety hazard. Those cars shouldn't be able to drive but the drivers drive them as if they don't see the danger they are moving in. Hell, I saw a car which was the type that had the engine in the back and it was sticking out the side; still attach by the drive shaft as the bleeding driver continues on his way.
I felt horrible as to why I escape unscathed and they didn't.
The Next part takes place sometime later and I forgot how I got there. The Damage cause by the F-5 is mostly fix, but part of Diamond Lake has cause a sink hole and several of the beach front properties are gone.
This photo shows what my front yard is like in real life:
In the second image replace the grass with a sear cliff with the lake water only ten feet from the edge. With several I-beams that were constructed to hold up the dirt on the cliff face. With the classic yellow and black diagonal strips to warn everyone about going near it.
For some reason I'm still staying in my house despite the fact it could fall at any minute. I'm having dinner with my close family and I go to the porch to get some refills and such. But as I look out the window I see the cliff face is collapsing. As I run to to warn everyone in the dining room to get out, they just ignore me. Going on as if I'm prancing them or attempting a 'boy who cried wolf' situation. They die because they didn't listen to me.
This next part I'm so ashamed for even thinki, No! Dreaming of!
It takes place sometime after my close family dies and I'm still living in my house. Like some degenerate. Its mostly still intake despite it falling apart not too long ago. I'm about 28 to 29 years of age, and I'm a working citizen; somewhat Middle age -like. With a Girlfriend I met sometime I don't recall. I can't remember what she look like but we loved each other just as equally. One of those fiction type 'perfect couples' depicted in Fairy Tales.
What comes next scares me. As we sit on the same porch I was going to get refills, we start cuddling each other. But at some point in the middle of that I realize I somehow got transported to the kitchen. My Mother is there at the Sink. When I go to talk to her, I remember she pass away. Before I was able to speak this to her, she starts ........
.....
attempting to seduce me...
I yell out "YOUR DEAD! Why are you doing this!!!??!?!"
Her response is not like her, and I realize this isn't my mother. But some kind of demon impersonating her. I run and run but I can't seem to get away from her.
This running ends at some point in my dream, things return to regular things.
But when I woke up from a good nights sleep this morning. I feel like shit. The fact that that train of thoughts even existed in me makes me feel disgust with myself.
My mother is dead, and this is how I dream about her?! THIS IS HOW I HONOR HER MEMORY?!?!!?
Right now you readers are probably thinking, "It was a dream WorldisQuiet5256. You don't always have control over it. I dream about things I'm ashamed about as well. You'll get over it." That's true, but yo forget one fact:
"Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit", "Nothing comes from Nothing." -Virgil.
So this at this point, the part I hate in the dream only could have become itself if I seen something to influence it in the waking world.