12-17-2017, 12:36 PM
I had a dream last night that was vivid, and graffic, even more vivid than the usual dreams that I have. And I have to say this dream set me back a little.
In the dream, I was a younger version of myself, walking down a known street. I looked skyward and saw two RAVENS circling above me as I walked. The Ravens had 18th century top hats, spectacles, and long wool coats as worn by politicians of that time period. The ravens began to dive on me, on a continual frontal attack. Constantly attacking my lower abdomen, the ravens sunk their talons into my body. I could feel the blood and pain. The ravens peered through their rounded spectacles, eye level with me. I couldn't stop the attack until I started dismantling the ravens by braking and ripping their legs. I pulled each of their broken talons from around my testicles, feeling the pain and blood as I removed each one. I walked into my aunt's house, with blood covering my hands I began to wash-up in the basement wash tub. I could hear my long deceased uncle approaching and being sceptical that the attack could have been that bad. As he came along side me, saw how blooded I was, withdrew, stating "Maybe the attack was that bad."
The dream ended.
In the dream, I was a younger version of myself, walking down a known street. I looked skyward and saw two RAVENS circling above me as I walked. The Ravens had 18th century top hats, spectacles, and long wool coats as worn by politicians of that time period. The ravens began to dive on me, on a continual frontal attack. Constantly attacking my lower abdomen, the ravens sunk their talons into my body. I could feel the blood and pain. The ravens peered through their rounded spectacles, eye level with me. I couldn't stop the attack until I started dismantling the ravens by braking and ripping their legs. I pulled each of their broken talons from around my testicles, feeling the pain and blood as I removed each one. I walked into my aunt's house, with blood covering my hands I began to wash-up in the basement wash tub. I could hear my long deceased uncle approaching and being sceptical that the attack could have been that bad. As he came along side me, saw how blooded I was, withdrew, stating "Maybe the attack was that bad."
The dream ended.