My dreams seem to usually have transformations of myself. I think the key part of my dreams is the confrontation of two sides of me.
I had this very weird, yet very entertaining dream once, and it was so amazing to dream.
I was in a dessert looking area, the sky was red. and the sun was a darker shade of red. A war was happening, people were killing eachother like savages, and bodies were everywhere. A woman dressed in complete white, with a shining glow slowly made her way through the area, her clothing were floating as if she was in water, and everything slowed down. Everything stopped. Nobody was killing eachother, and it was peaceful. She made her way towards me, and she stared at me with this look of pain, yet had a forgiving expression aswell. I smiled, put my right hand on her cheek, and I stroked my hand slowly down the left side of her face. While my hand was making its way down her face, she decayed in to a skeleton looking figure of sand, and then faded like a gust of sand in to the the area. The war and chaos started again. Out of nowhere an ancient/Egyptian tower grew out of the ground, it had a throne looking seat at the top, and stairs leading up to it.
I started walking, and it began to rain blood. I kept walking, walking through the war and chaos with nothing interrupting my path. I started walking up the stairway, and then got to the top of the tower, and then I sat on the thrown.
I looked down and gave a grin.
Is it normal im weak in my dreams
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My dreams seem to usually have transformations of myself. I think the key part of my dreams is the confrontation of two sides of me.
I had this very weird, yet very entertaining dream once, and it was so amazing to dream.
I was in a dessert looking area, the sky was red. and the sun was a darker shade of red. A war was happening, people were killing eachother like savages, and bodies were everywhere. A woman dressed in complete white, with a shining glow slowly made her way through the area, her clothing were floating as if she was in water, and everything slowed down. Everything stopped. Nobody was killing eachother, and it was peaceful. She made her way towards me, and she stared at me with this look of pain, yet had a forgiving expression aswell. I smiled, put my right hand on her cheek, and I stroked my hand slowly down the left side of her face. While my hand was making its way down her face, she decayed in to a skeleton looking figure of sand, and then faded like a gust of sand in to the the area. The war and chaos started again. Out of nowhere an ancient/Egyptian tower grew out of the ground, it had a throne looking seat at the top, and stairs leading up to it.
I started walking, and it began to rain blood. I kept walking, walking through the war and chaos with nothing interrupting my path. I started walking up the stairway, and then got to the top of the tower, and then I sat on the thrown.
I looked down and gave a grin.
It ended there.
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Thats a deep as dream