Where did the monkeys come from?
I have had some messed up dreams before. Vivid, colorful, violent, dreams that made no sense at all.
My weirdest dream ever, happened shortly after the break up with my fiancé of 7 years. It would have been in 2000 I think and yet this dream is still stuck in my head as if I just had it yesterday... I was standing in front of a refrigerator. The door to the freezer part was open and I was holding a man's head. The facial features and hair length, style, and color kept changing to represent all the men I knew or would know in the future. I remember staring at this head trying to get it into focus and to stop it from changing. Eventually I gave up and put it into the freezer to keep it warm. Yes, I said warm not cold. Hey, it's my dream I'll warm things in the freezer if I want too.
A few years ago I had a series of dreams about killing my friends off in weird ways. I cannot remember the order except that the one involving Ian and Inge was the last one I had. I know how they all died and who they were but I do not know if I was the killer...
The one involving Tallon was the most vivid for shear brutality reasons. I walked into a room with no real furniture to speak of and there were pieces of him all over the floor. It looked like someone had put him through a chopping machine and left all the pieces where they landed. I walked around the room looking at the pieces trying to identify the owner and only knew it was him because his hair was pulled back in the same way he usually wears it and that part was intact. Well that and the black fabric from his usual attire and pieces of soft leather mingled in with bright red chunks of flesh.
In a different dream of this series, I watched as a friend drowned. It was like observing through a large glass tank at the aquarium. She was trying to swim up but never got anywhere even though it appeared that nothing was preventing her from reaching the top. Eventually she started to panic and her limbs worked in frantic uncoordinated movements trying to force her body to move, until finally the air released from her lungs in one big burst. She struggled for a few more moments slowing down increasingly until she just stopped and stared blankly ahead almost like she knew I was watching. I remember thinking the water was so blue and perfect.
In another dream, I watched as a female friend was run over by a car. I was standing on the side not really there and she was running along just barley able to keep ahead of the car. I am not sure how long she ran but I do know it was no competition for the car. I did not recognize the model. Just that it was a black car, not to clean, not to dirty, and the windows were tinted so I did not see the driver. Not that I was even looking. In all these dreams I never looked for the reason of the killing just watched as my friends died. The impact of the car caused her to roll up onto the hood and bounce off the window. I heard a crack when she struck but it was not apparent that the sound was her back until she rolled off the car onto the ground. It was then that I could tell she was not going to be able to move again. Her back was twisted almost around to the side but just the lower part, making it so if it were possible for her to move her head she could have looked directly at her backside. She was not dead though, well not yet, it was not until the car screeched to a halt and backed up onto her again that she actually died. The truly horrible thing is she watched the car coming and could not even move. Her scream was cut off by the rear left tire going up over her throat. Weird that I know it was the left huh?
Next on the list was a shooting. Again I do not remember where this took place just that it was outside and I knew the place well. My friend was laughing and talking to someone. Her companion was someone else I was acquainted with but they were not important enough to stick in my head at the time. The day was bright and slightly breezy and there was no real rush in her walk to get to anywhere of importance. I remember smiling as she started to pass by where I was standing, and I was thinking hey this isn’t so bad maybe I’ll go say hi. I noticed the red on her shirt next. It was not a big spot just a little one but it was on both sides of her body. She had this odd look on her face as she passed me like she was trying to get rid of heart burn or something and then she was on the ground face down. Her companion was looking around franticly and trying to pull her to cover. They rolled her over and you could see the red had saturated through and was overflowing onto the ground. Her eyes were staring at the sky I could not tell them it was way to late to try and save her.
The last dream in this series involved Ian and Inge and I am not sure if they caused it to happen or not. I remember telling them about my dreams and how messed up they were. I told them that I had dreamt of all these fucked up ways of people dying and Ian said something me about me not thinking them important enough to dream about or some such bull shit. That night I had the oddest dream. It started with me staring at a door. As I reached down to open it I noticed the doorknob was a little hot but it did not burn me so I opened the door stepping through into what had to have been Ian and Inge’s bedroom. Ian was lying in bed fully clothed in his bar room attire smoking a cigarette. He was calm as could be and actually appeared somewhat bored. Inge however was completely engulfed in flames beside him on the bed. From the look on what I could see of her face she might have been screaming but I could not hear it above the sound of the flames spreading up the walls and across the floor.
All of these dreams were in color and in none of them did I interfere or participate in anyway other that observation. I should also mention that I know exactly who was shot, drowned and run over but they told me to leave their names out because I freaked them out with these dreams. So why am I bringing up old dreams? No reason other than there still in my head and I have had yet another dream involving a member of our crowd.
In this dream Wally had the staring role. That’s right Wally congratulations you are the next contestant in my brain isn’t right. There were a bunch of us sitting around someone’s house probably Ian’s by the look of it. Wally was wandering around with a pair of monkey playing cymbal toys. He spent the entire time shoving them in everyone’s faces and trying to give them away. They were old, dirty, and smelly and made the worst commotion ever. I took them away numerous times to take the batteries out but Wally kept putting them back in.
So, Wally where are you hiding the monkeys playing cymbals? I know you have them somewhere I can still hear that damned noise in my head!!!! Welcome to my brain. Make yourself at home. Can I get the monkeys anything? Sigh…
My weirdest dream ever, happened shortly after the break up with my fiancé of 7 years. It would have been in 2000 I think and yet this dream is still stuck in my head as if I just had it yesterday... I was standing in front of a refrigerator. The door to the freezer part was open and I was holding a man's head. The facial features and hair length, style, and color kept changing to represent all the men I knew or would know in the future. I remember staring at this head trying to get it into focus and to stop it from changing. Eventually I gave up and put it into the freezer to keep it warm. Yes, I said warm not cold. Hey, it's my dream I'll warm things in the freezer if I want too.
A few years ago I had a series of dreams about killing my friends off in weird ways. I cannot remember the order except that the one involving Ian and Inge was the last one I had. I know how they all died and who they were but I do not know if I was the killer...
The one involving Tallon was the most vivid for shear brutality reasons. I walked into a room with no real furniture to speak of and there were pieces of him all over the floor. It looked like someone had put him through a chopping machine and left all the pieces where they landed. I walked around the room looking at the pieces trying to identify the owner and only knew it was him because his hair was pulled back in the same way he usually wears it and that part was intact. Well that and the black fabric from his usual attire and pieces of soft leather mingled in with bright red chunks of flesh.
In a different dream of this series, I watched as a friend drowned. It was like observing through a large glass tank at the aquarium. She was trying to swim up but never got anywhere even though it appeared that nothing was preventing her from reaching the top. Eventually she started to panic and her limbs worked in frantic uncoordinated movements trying to force her body to move, until finally the air released from her lungs in one big burst. She struggled for a few more moments slowing down increasingly until she just stopped and stared blankly ahead almost like she knew I was watching. I remember thinking the water was so blue and perfect.
In another dream, I watched as a female friend was run over by a car. I was standing on the side not really there and she was running along just barley able to keep ahead of the car. I am not sure how long she ran but I do know it was no competition for the car. I did not recognize the model. Just that it was a black car, not to clean, not to dirty, and the windows were tinted so I did not see the driver. Not that I was even looking. In all these dreams I never looked for the reason of the killing just watched as my friends died. The impact of the car caused her to roll up onto the hood and bounce off the window. I heard a crack when she struck but it was not apparent that the sound was her back until she rolled off the car onto the ground. It was then that I could tell she was not going to be able to move again. Her back was twisted almost around to the side but just the lower part, making it so if it were possible for her to move her head she could have looked directly at her backside. She was not dead though, well not yet, it was not until the car screeched to a halt and backed up onto her again that she actually died. The truly horrible thing is she watched the car coming and could not even move. Her scream was cut off by the rear left tire going up over her throat. Weird that I know it was the left huh?
Next on the list was a shooting. Again I do not remember where this took place just that it was outside and I knew the place well. My friend was laughing and talking to someone. Her companion was someone else I was acquainted with but they were not important enough to stick in my head at the time. The day was bright and slightly breezy and there was no real rush in her walk to get to anywhere of importance. I remember smiling as she started to pass by where I was standing, and I was thinking hey this isn’t so bad maybe I’ll go say hi. I noticed the red on her shirt next. It was not a big spot just a little one but it was on both sides of her body. She had this odd look on her face as she passed me like she was trying to get rid of heart burn or something and then she was on the ground face down. Her companion was looking around franticly and trying to pull her to cover. They rolled her over and you could see the red had saturated through and was overflowing onto the ground. Her eyes were staring at the sky I could not tell them it was way to late to try and save her.
The last dream in this series involved Ian and Inge and I am not sure if they caused it to happen or not. I remember telling them about my dreams and how messed up they were. I told them that I had dreamt of all these fucked up ways of people dying and Ian said something me about me not thinking them important enough to dream about or some such bull shit. That night I had the oddest dream. It started with me staring at a door. As I reached down to open it I noticed the doorknob was a little hot but it did not burn me so I opened the door stepping through into what had to have been Ian and Inge’s bedroom. Ian was lying in bed fully clothed in his bar room attire smoking a cigarette. He was calm as could be and actually appeared somewhat bored. Inge however was completely engulfed in flames beside him on the bed. From the look on what I could see of her face she might have been screaming but I could not hear it above the sound of the flames spreading up the walls and across the floor.
All of these dreams were in color and in none of them did I interfere or participate in anyway other that observation. I should also mention that I know exactly who was shot, drowned and run over but they told me to leave their names out because I freaked them out with these dreams. So why am I bringing up old dreams? No reason other than there still in my head and I have had yet another dream involving a member of our crowd.
In this dream Wally had the staring role. That’s right Wally congratulations you are the next contestant in my brain isn’t right. There were a bunch of us sitting around someone’s house probably Ian’s by the look of it. Wally was wandering around with a pair of monkey playing cymbal toys. He spent the entire time shoving them in everyone’s faces and trying to give them away. They were old, dirty, and smelly and made the worst commotion ever. I took them away numerous times to take the batteries out but Wally kept putting them back in.
So, Wally where are you hiding the monkeys playing cymbals? I know you have them somewhere I can still hear that damned noise in my head!!!! Welcome to my brain. Make yourself at home. Can I get the monkeys anything? Sigh…
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