Ardsgaine
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Two from childhood:
1. I had forgotten to feed the dogs, so I was having to go outside at night. I went around the corner of the house and there was this old man with shaggy white hair and tattered clothes sitting beside the house. He opened up his mouth and this fog came out of it that paralyzed me, terrified to the spot.
2. Me and some other kids from the neighborhood were playing out in the street. A UPS truck comes along, and we all step to the side of the road to let him pass. As he goes by, I see his face in the big side view mirror: brown hair and a mustache. He's looking at me intently, and while he's staring at me, suddenly one side of his mustache drops down over his mouth.
One as an adult:
I've only had a few dreams where I really remember seeing vivid colors. In this one, I was with a group of soldiers fighting in a town or village. At one point, we're all hunkered down in this alleyway. The road is just thick, red mud smeared with blood. The red-brick walls of the buildings also have blood smears on them. We're just sitting there talking and there's this one guy who had been real gung ho for the war, kind of a macho, red-neck type. Now that he's seen what it's like he's not so happy about it. He shakes his head real sadly, and says, "you know, I just didn't think it would be like this..."
Suddenly the scene shifts, and he's standing inside a gothic church. His shoulders are slumped, arms hanging loose. In one hand he holds a pistol, and his arm begins to twitch. He raises the gun to his head and pulls the trigger.
I hear the shot, but the scene shifts again to outside the church, a gargoyle's head, and suddenly blood gushes from its mouth.
That's when I woke up.
1. I had forgotten to feed the dogs, so I was having to go outside at night. I went around the corner of the house and there was this old man with shaggy white hair and tattered clothes sitting beside the house. He opened up his mouth and this fog came out of it that paralyzed me, terrified to the spot.
2. Me and some other kids from the neighborhood were playing out in the street. A UPS truck comes along, and we all step to the side of the road to let him pass. As he goes by, I see his face in the big side view mirror: brown hair and a mustache. He's looking at me intently, and while he's staring at me, suddenly one side of his mustache drops down over his mouth.
One as an adult:
I've only had a few dreams where I really remember seeing vivid colors. In this one, I was with a group of soldiers fighting in a town or village. At one point, we're all hunkered down in this alleyway. The road is just thick, red mud smeared with blood. The red-brick walls of the buildings also have blood smears on them. We're just sitting there talking and there's this one guy who had been real gung ho for the war, kind of a macho, red-neck type. Now that he's seen what it's like he's not so happy about it. He shakes his head real sadly, and says, "you know, I just didn't think it would be like this..."
Suddenly the scene shifts, and he's standing inside a gothic church. His shoulders are slumped, arms hanging loose. In one hand he holds a pistol, and his arm begins to twitch. He raises the gun to his head and pulls the trigger.
I hear the shot, but the scene shifts again to outside the church, a gargoyle's head, and suddenly blood gushes from its mouth.
That's when I woke up.