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Old 12-17-2006, 10:33 PM   #1
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dream i had when i was five

The earliest dream I can ever remember was when my residence was still in cooperstown. I remember there was this tower on the lake in that town, and someone used to tell me that the tooth fairy lived there. I was at an age where anything that came out of an adults mouth must have at least an ounce of truth to it, I think I was still a toddler at the time. All I remember is the dream. Somehow I had gained enterance into the tower, and I was on the bottom floor. The walls were stone bricks, much like the kind you see in medevil castles. Hard grey and rough. There was a spiral staircase leading up to what seemed an unimaginable second floor. I had not the slightest idea what was beyond it, so I gave it no further thought. I looked around and I realized I had found myself in a scientific setting. There were those small testing tubes hung on bunsonburners, filled to the brim with odd concotions of many different colors, mostly green and red. I looked around for a bit, and suddenly, in my field of vision was some sort of thing. It was something odd. It was wearing a uniform fit of a mad scientist, yet it was in no way a man. It had two hands and it stood on two legs. I can’t recall whether the beast was sporting shoes or not, not that it matters. Anyway what made it inhuman was its skin. It was wrinkled and at the time my best description for it was some sort of octopus, but now that I think back it looked more like et. Exactly like et, in fact, except much less inviting and warm. It was menacing for a lack of a better word. It threw it’s head back and laughed a terrible laugh, again, fit for a mad scientist. I screamed at the top of my lungs. That’s all I can remember.



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One time I awoke, again as a toddler. This was extremely early in my life, my family claims that I was perhaps under the tender age of three at the time. Anyway, I woke up and for some reason felt that no one was home. I found myself on the first floor of our home, it was dark. I looked around, and remember thinking how absolutely huge the door was. How absolutely huge everything was. Anyway, I screamed out for my mother but there was no answer. For some strange reason this is all I recall by memory, the rest I heard from family members. According to them, I walked out the back door, searching for my parents I presume, because I was afraid that everyone had left me and I was all alone. In this house, in our backyard, we had two obstacles that at the time could seriously injure me, a high fence, and a dog which the fence kept locked inside. The dog, as I rmeeber was vicious, and had attacked me more than once, we eventually sold it to some farm I think. It was still pretty early, and the streets were still empty, except for the occasional drunk after a night of drinking that turned into a morning of regret. I felt an absolute need to find my parents, so in desperation, I braved the fence, which must have been at least ten feet up (and that is no exageration). Somehow, I managed to get up over the fence, on the other side, and into town. This is no lie, it actually happened. My parents think that I must have used the deck to get over the fence, and than landed on a car on the other side of it, so I did not drop ten feet to the hard gravel. So I jumped onto the other side, and sprinted to the street, looking for any family members who hadn’t deserted me. I walked into the very middle of the block, and I’m sure by now people were panicking, seeing as I was in the middle of the main street of town, and it’s not as if people hadn’t recognized me. Someone must’ve taken me back to my home, where my parents were surely shocked to find that all this had even taken place at all. To this day no one is sure of how I got out, and it is one of the most intriguing stories that involve me.
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Old 12-21-2006, 04:05 PM   #2
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Hey Zeeby, have you ever checked out those dream interpruting sites? I don't know what to think of them myself, but it might be interesting to see what kind of nonsense they make out of your dream.
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Old 12-21-2006, 04:48 PM   #3
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Wow.I def did not have intiative when I was three.
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