Well, like someone mentioned, most of the time it's just what you do and what your mind chooses to absorb/how it reacts to the ongoing world while being awake ._.
But what really fucking gets me is:
A few weeks ago, I had another. I was in Hell, it was darkness with a few hanging burning bodies on the wall every once in awhile.
I had a dream about Hell too ._____.
Though it was probably induced, last week I was playing GTAIV. Subconsciously I must've said "You're going to hell for killing all those people". <Key example of why bad dreams happen :u
But it was like
I'm climbing a hill or some shit with some people I apparently know.
Then someone says something incriminating because for some reason "I'M UNDERCOVER :<"
Then this wacky fucking force funnel thing starts pulling in the bottom left corner of my vision behind me and us
And we start getting pulled in
The sky gets red
The line snaps
I'm free falling
There's this fucking disturbing ambiance going off all around me as I'm falling with so called friends
And then in the distance below us this creepy ass motherfucking (dead?) Giant Demon Corpse is coming into view like a bunch of sketchy 90s cartoon pencil lines on light salmon paper or something
And it gets bigger
And bigger
And fucking more disturbing
And the whole time the part of the hill we were climbing was actually the Demon's SKULL CAP
Which was fucking ASFA
And it was falling too
And the skull cap like magically manuvered over us
And went on the Demon's head
And it magically sealed up or something as we're screaming like fuck
And it starts spazzing out all over as it's also falling
And then
BAM
It lands
Twitches randomly
Dead
And we CRAW OUT OF ITS NASAL PASSAGE
FFS
And then somehow I go on some fucking random trek, alone, for some reason through the depths of hades with fucking random body parts everywhere, some still moving (This hand tries to pick me up from the ground, but it loses grip and I run really fast somehow), now after seeing political cartoons also crawl out of the demon's orifices
And then I go find a helicopter That will take me out of hell (?)
And I see Carlton
And I wake up
I don't know why.
I felt like I did drugs when I had that dream.
I didn't like it.
(http://zombieapocalypseacademy.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/163223_166210223420944_150556221653011_300466_3826789_n.jpg)
Like that but purple and bald. And bony.
Er, Bony-er.
And moldy and decayed and mushier and shit. Bleh.
Like, About to turn into Mushroom/Maggot fud/Probably already did.
Maybe you're just stressed out .-.
I mean I had a dream once when I was in Elementary and the Devil was running a hell that looked like the School. And it was red and everything.
And he Smiled and shit.
I was so confused. Still am.
Lately, I've been having the weirdest dreams.
Not scary, just plain weird...
For Example:
Just this last night, I remember I was visiting my Grandfather, and unlike his regular house, it was something totally different.
There was a court, and he had rooms all around it, and rooms going up a spiral staircase, and every room had some sort of memorable thing related to one topic.
Anyways, that was weird, but out of no where, my grandfather does a hand stand, and it was kind of like a cartoon where you see the oldman's hairy legs, but you don't see anything else. Apperently he wasn't wearing shorts...
After that, we started getting shot by missles apperently, and the whole setting turned into like a war seen.
For whatever reason, the place suddenly turned into a huge lifeboat, with people who wern't there originally on there now.
During all this, this one girl who likes me asks me if I wanted to do it (in my mind this was playing out as "knowing what it feels like before you die"). I kind of freaked out or something, and I was suddenly hanging off the lifeboat for dear life. The girl apperently took it as an insult and wouldn't help me up. In fact, no one did...
After a few more tries, I finally got back up, and out of no where, the "war" ended.
It goes on for a bit more, but you get the idea.
I was dreaming this morning, about driving a pick up truck to the Airport, and Hitler was in a tollbooth on the highway.
I have no fucking clue as to why. But for some reason, it turned into GTAIV. The aspect, I mean. Stealing cars and speeding and whatnot.
And then as I'm speeding in the Pickup Truck, I'm like "GEE, YOU KNOW, WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE RUN OVER?"
Suddenly it's 3rd person view on the Truck, then I'm lying flat on the pavement in the middle of the lane some miles ahead.
Truck comes. Back to 1st person view of me lying flat in anticipation for god knows what.
It runs me over. I feel my head, arm, wrist, left leg, just about anything caught in the way of the wheels being SEVERED from my body, but I can still feel them somehow.
Relatively slow process compared to how fast the Truck SHOULD HAVE STILL been going but, yeah. It ran over me. I felt my windpipe being like, CRUSHED, etc.
IT HURT LIKE A BITCH but I was like "AHAHAH OH HEY YEAH JUST GOT RAN OVER OH BOY THIS IS NEATO :D"
And like, I felt the truck... it just flattened me and I stupidly, willingly just made that happen. I haven't even really explained everything that happened in it, this is like -^10 of the full description I could be giving.
asdf
I think secretly, my subconscious enjoys that kind of stuff. Which is scary.
Would explain the nightmare when I cut my hands off, though.
I'm working in a factory of some sort. I take a short moment to talk to a fellow employee, then go back to business as usual. A moment later, someone points at something out the window, I look, and don't see anything. Then I hear a motor or something making more profound noises than it already was, everyone starts yelling and shit, and then I look back to my hands, which have been replaced by tattered, bloody stumps still pumping blood. And I revolt at the sight. I flail them around screaming as well.
But I don't feel anything. I just scream and try to get people to help me instead of screaming and looking at it.
And they never do anything, just screaming. Then I feel as if I'm passing out/levitating and I wake up looking for my hands before I can even sit upright.